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Neighbours Chapter Four Over Sunday morning breakfast Claire and I chatted about how successful yesterday afternoon had been with the sudden liberation of Brit. I was mid-sentence in something when I saw the light-bulb flash in her eyes. "Let's get her and Zoe to come out somewhere for lunch," she interrupted. "You've just said how important it would be to increase her confidence in her looks!" Her infectious grin made me smile and I happily agreed to her great idea. "Phone them now, Darling," I confirmed and she swept up the instrument and dialled. "Hi Zoe, it's Claire," and she listened for a moment. "I'm glad you both enjoyed it because we certainly did. But the reason I'm calling is because we've had a great idea: why don't we all go out for lunch? It'll begin to build Brit's confidence in public and we can all help her with any mistakes before they get out of hand, what do you think?" I don't know what Zoe's reply was but, as I saw the grin spread on my wife's face, I knew it was positive so I started clearing away the breakfast things and loading the dishwasher as I continued listening to half the conversation. "Or we could take a picnic in the park if she's scared of a restaurant........ or even go to the lake." Claire smiled at me and nodded her head in confirmation as she listened. "OK, call me back when you've decided and we'll take it from there." She set the phone down and grinned. "Zoe loved the idea and said she'd like to get Brit exposed to as many people as possible but doesn't want her to be too scared or uncomfortable so they'll discuss it. She thinks first prize is a nice restaurant, second is a steak-house or similar and third is the park. Guess we'll find out soon........ OK, I know that look, what are you thinking, Diane?" I felt my blush as I sheepishly answered, "I was mentally going through my wardrobe and picking my outfit for each of those choices. I hope they pick number one!" "I might have known, my special girl," laughed Claire as she pulled me into a big hug which I returned. We kissed then she whispered "It seems like you'll have three girls trying to keep up with you in the fashion stakes!" Almost half an hour passed as we fidgeted, waiting for the call back. The ring-tone made me jump but Claire grabbed the phone as the second ring started and I looked on as she listened. "Great!" She said at length. "We'll pick you up at mid-day. See you then." Claire just smiled at me without a word until I could stand it no longer "Tell me," I pleaded. "Where are we going?" She burst out laughing then finally told me "Zoe said Brit got very nervous at the thought of going out but she told her if she didn't you might not let her start her new job and that swung the deal. Brit wanted to go to the lake but Zoe said that she must learn and learn quickly if she is to start going out on her own in just under a month. Finally, Zoe nailed it and you've got your wish, Honey. She even got Brit to make the reservation at Giovani's for 12.30." I shrieked with joy. That restaurant was quite a few miles away in the country but it was classy with a great menu. "That's perfect, Darling! Brit will have to get through her nervousness - as I did - but having loved ones near makes it all so much easier the first few times. Did Zoe say what they'd be wearing?" "No, silly! Of course not. Don't tell me you are scared their clothes might clash with yours?" "I'm not that vain...................but I don't want to look either dowdy or overdressed, do I?" Claire giggled and took my hand. "I cannot believe this husband of mine can be so incredibly girly! And I love you for it, Diane. I can't tell you how happy I am to have a husband, a girlfriend, a slut and a submissive slave all rolled into one for my partner." I know I blushed again but her words rang true in my head and each one pushed a pleasure button. To cover the slight embarrassment I looked at the clock. "Hey, it's almost 11 - I must go and get ready!" and I headed for the stairs. I opened my closet and ran my fingers along the rows of hanger until I was happy with my choice and pulled out my selection. I heard Claire come into the bedroom so stuck my head and arm into the room with the hangers and asked, "Will this do?" Claire looked at my chosen items, ran them through the fashion computer in her head, then smiled and said "If you do your make-up really classy you should be able to carry it off. And if you do, us mere women might just hold it against you forever!" I know her well enough that she was truthful on the first part and joking on the second. We had been planning on a day at home so I had only simple make-up on and that would not do at all. It was soon scrubbed off. I moisturised my face before I sat at my dressing table to work my magic with the abundance of cosmetics we had bought for me. Prior to that moment, I realised, I had not understood why women spent such fortunes on 'things that make us pretty.' I cannot put into words the passion and excitement that was within me as I carefully worked on my face to build the foundation then the eyes, cheeks and finally lips to create the 'me' that I wanted the world to see; to make the statement that I felt inside: 'This is the 'me' I want to be right now!' I realised I could never go back to being 'a guy' because I was no longer capable of burying these feelings that have developed within me............or maybe have just been released, I'll never know. As my moment of introspection ended I gazed into the mirror that showed me primping my dirty-blonde hair into the final part of the image I wanted. A quick and light dash of hair-spray and I was done. I smiled at my reflection and thanked the unknown saints who had invented mascara and eye-liner. And lipstick, of course. Then I applied a coat of mauve nail polish followed by another of clear Nail-Hard. A glance at the clock showed 11.45 and I started to panic a bit, then realised that Claire hadn't even started her make-up. I mentally tried to slow to a mere gallop as I dabbed on perfume then strode over to my clothes. Nude stockings - I couldn't resist the extra-shiny ones - were soon rolled up my legs and attached to the tabs on my latex corset. As I settled the white lace and satin short half-slip around my constricted waist I registered Claire doing her face at her dressing table, though still in her undies. I changed my black bra for a mauve satin one with loads of lace in the top half of the cups and leaned forward to settle my breasts into place. My lilac silk blouse with the plunging neckline was so soft as I buttoned it up and I was satisfied my eye-shadow matched as I'd thought it would. The white leather skirt that I pulled up and zipped I'd bought just last weekend and had been dying to wear it. It was quite fitted and finished a couple of inches above my knees. My favourite white high heeled boots and the skirt's matching tight white leather jacket completed the look. I really felt good and hoped I looked as good as I felt. I turned to Claire as she teased her light- brown hair into place and asked the age-old female question with trepidation: "Will I do?" Claire looked across at me and scanned me critically from head to toe, waited, and waited, and waited......then burst into a smile and exclaimed "You look lovely, Diane!" My heart started to slow down, she was such a tease. I rummaged through my jewellery box and found a mauve crystal pendant necklace and gold hoop earrings studded with small crystals to match - yes, they looked fine. A couple of silver bangles for the one wrist and my watch for the other and I was ready to face the world. I transferred my things to a white bag and added the cosmetics I'd need. It was seven minutes to the hour as she casually slid on a wild-silk pink dress and pink sling-backs and, again, I was blow away by the inherent feminine skills my wife exuded as she chose rings and bangles to complete her outfit. She looked stunning and my heart swelled with love for this beautiful woman. "Wow, Darling! You look stunning and I'm still amazed you can get ready in half the time I take," I told her. "Well, I have been practicing a whole lot longer than you, Diane. But what you lack in speed you are making up for in skill. You also look great. Let's go and see what our friends have chosen, shall we?" The clock in my SUV showed one minute past the hour as we stopped in their driveway. Zoe opened her front door and waved as I parked and was slowly followed out the door by an obviously very nervous Brit. I slid out the vehicle and stepped up to them. "Wow, girls! You both look lovely," I said, for they did. Zoe looked the very classy blue-eyed blonde in a pale blue knee length dress of fine jersey which clung and moved smoothly over her fine figure. Mid-blue heels completed the look. Brit was in green again, this time a pretty peasant skirt with green- on-green design and a lighter green, long-sleeved cotton blouse with darker green piping. The same green two-inch wedges as yesterday were on her feet. I took Brit's hands in mine, looked her right in the eyes and said "Don't be nervous, girlfriend, you look fabulous! Your make-up is flawless and yes, you 'pass,' with flying colours I must add. One thing I learned very quickly was that people aren't watching us and looking for mistakes or give-aways. Sure, they will check you over on first glance - a second of they like what they see - but most of the time they are so wrapped up in themselves they don't even know or care that you are there." I watched my words sink in then followed up with "Right, head up straight, push out those perky breasts like you are proud of them and off we go. Remember, we are having fun - this is not a punishment, Brit." She smiled back at me and was visibly less nervous. "If you mean it that I look the part then I'll certainly try." "Why would I not be truthful with you, Brit? We are soon going to be working together and, if you keep looking this good we'll have no worries at all." I saw her confidence jump a gear as she took her wife's hand and said "Let's go and have fun, then!" The banter and chat on the way was great and we all included Brit to ensure she felt fully part of the group. Zoe instructed her to speak softer and use her hands more. Both of them commented that they loved Claire and my choice of outfit which stroked my ego plenty. Claire asked Brit if green was her favourite colour and she giggled before replying "Not really but these are the only nice shoes I have to wear at the moment. I'm so looking forward to getting more outfits but up to now have been too frightened to go shopping as a girl." "Well all that changes as of now, Sweetie," answered Zoe. "By next weekend you'll have lots of new things to wear." I took that opportunity to say, "In that case, let's plan on doing something different next Saturday or Sunday." A chorus of agreement followed as we all tried out ideas. Before we had finalised anything, we pulled into Giovani's car-park with five minutes to spare. Claire and I led the way with the other two close behind. We were greeted and asked if we had a booking so I turned and asked "Who's name have we booked, Brit?" A flash of nerves was quickly overcome and she smiled and replied to the greeter, "It's me - Brit Harris." This caused a gushing smile from the young lady as she checked off the name from her list. "You have table 20 when you are ready - or would you like to stop at the bar first?" She enquired. I realised what a confidence boost Brit had received when the greeter- lady had accepted him at face-value, for our friend looked to each of us briefly for a reaction then smiled at the girl and said "No, we'll go straight to our table, thank you. We'll order our drinks there." With that we followed to a table that was not against the wall nor in the centre - just great for Brit, I thought. A couple of minutes after sitting down a waiter, in his mid-twenties I guessed, introduced himself as Paul, handed out menus and asked if we'd like to order drinks, adding, "I'm not usually so lucky as to serve four lovely ladies," in a quiet voice. That's going to get him a good tip, I thought. "Yes, we'll start with a bottle of Champagne, please. We have some celebrating to do" responded Brit, pointing to one of the items on the wine list. Once Paul was out of earshot Claire leaned forward and asked, "So what are we celebrating, Brit?" She thought for a moment, smiled at each of us and replied "Three things, you special people: first is my new job which promises far more than being stuck in an office every day. Second is realising what a special wife and friends I have. The third is my freedom for that is what this now feels like to just be the real me and I thank you all for giving it to me even when I was so scared and reluctant at first." Paul returned with bottle and flutes and we sat quietly until he had finished and left with our food orders. I picked up my flute and toasted "To Brit and freedom" - her words make so much sense, especially to me! We chatted freely then as we took in our surroundings Of the thirty-odd tables about ten were occupied and I scanned the diners as they did us and I caught a couple of male stares that showed distinct interest. I'd learnt well to ignore those looks and Claire had advised me long ago to just remain aloof. Even before our starters arrived the dining room began filling up and by the time we were on our main course it was completely full. Now a table of four attractive women - both our wives are truly beautiful - is bound to attract attention and ours was no different yet Brit was totally unfazed after the first half-hour. It may have been the champagne or the very smooth red wine which we moved onto later but I truly believe that, because she was accepted by the three of us and knew now that she could pass in public, she really transitioned that day from Brian to Brit. She was happy and delightful company and fully immersed in the girl-talk that washed about our table, although we did talk a little business and about her new position. Excellent food and good service from Paul had us all delightfully relaxed and sated. Brit insisted on paying the bill and, I noticed, whilst Paul was obviously very pleased with his generous tip, there was a curious look at Brit as he handed her credit card back. Once back in the car I asked her who's name was on the card. "It says Mr Brian S Harris but I thought, Heck, it could be my husband's card so who cares!" He burst out laughing at his own boldness and I began to have a good feeling that Brit was not going to cause any embarrassment when he started working with me. The trip home was uneventful but the laid-back mood seemed to cement friendships all round. Claire and I had a brandy with them at their house and, an hour or so later we took our leave. "Good luck when you hand in your resignation tomorrow, Brit," I offered, to which she beamed a smile. "I truly cannot wait, now. Right after you offered me the job I realised how dreary and unfulfilling the last few years have been at work. Now, not only is Brit allowed in the world but soon she will be doing exciting work with her new best friend!" She hugged me then Claire before Zoe did the same. "Thank you both," said Zoe, "for helping us save our marriage. Yesterday was really great but today was fantastic and I know everything is going to work out just fine." I remember I smiled and mumbled stupid stuff but I knew I had to leave before my mascara ran all over my face. A couple of minutes later, with the SUV in the garage and us inside our own house, Claire threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, long and downright sexy kiss. "That was wonderful, Honey. Watching how you helped Brit at each and every problem was so kind and it made me see all of what you went through in those early days too. I think you need a special reward so let's go upstairs and undress so I don't ruin either of our outfits!" I didn't think I'd been that kind to Brit nor did I think I'd had much trouble in my 'early days' but there was no ways I was going to tell Claire at that moment! 0o0o0 At 9.30 on Monday morning my office phone rang. Carol was with me and picked up then said "It's someone called Brit for you, Diane," as she handed me the receiver. "Great news, Di," was said into my ear. "When I told my boss I was resigning he went into a huff and told me to pack my personal things and leave right away. I'm at home now which means I am going to be Brit from now on and can really learn to be her! I feel unbelievably free and Zoe is so excited too. If you need me to do any work for you for the rest of the month just call......it'll be pro bono!" and she giggled. "Wonderful news, Brit! I'll call in tonight as you may be able to help with a couple of matters. Bye" I put the phone down and noticed Carol looking askance of me. "Seems I have a new business partner starting next month, an international business law specialist!" "Fantastic!" Carol was obviously pleased. "How did you find this woman so quickly?" I don't lie to Carol. Whilst she might not hear all the juicy bits, she has been so special in my life that she deserved an explanation. "Seems my neighbour is a business lawyer and she and her wife had similar problems, if that is the word, to Claire and me. We've had quite a girly weekend sorting things out." Carol is no dummy and after a momentary frown she asked "So Brit is choosing to be a woman too and is coming to work here? Well, if you are happy and if she's half as nice as you I can't wait to meet her!" I went on to tell how our wives had set us up but that it had all worked out fine. It was way after ten when we got back to the busy stuff we'd been tackling but I felt a load had been lifted from my shoulders: I now had someone covering the international law front and I knew Carol was on my side and would look after Brit, too. Hmm, that gave me something to discuss with Claire. I did call in on Brit after garaging my car. I was pleased to see her in a yellow dress and matching shoes and with good make-up. "Been shopping, I see, Brit!" "Yes, Zoe insisted we use the extra time this morning and we bought a few new items. Anyway, come on in, Di," she invited as she stood to the side of the door. She led me into her study and, as we sat down, Zoe popped her head in briefly to say hi. I opened my briefcase (the white leather one with gold fittings that Tanya had bought me as a present once I agreed to remain as Diane!) and took out some papers. "These are the draft contracts I've drawn up to tie in my customer's raw materials supplies and I'd like you to check them over as they have to be country-specific. I need to have them finalised by Friday so if you could have a look at them in the next two days, I'd be grateful, Brit." "Sure, I'll be glad to do so," she said as she picked up the top one and quickly scanned it. Her slight smile dropped suddenly. "Whoops! A problem here, Diane. This won't meet European contract law, they've become very finicky. I'll have to re-construct it but I'm familiar with the legislation as I did a similar type of contract six months back." She skimmed over the rest of the papers and commented "Hey, contracts with Iceland and Brazil too, this makes it interesting. I'll go through them later and see what I can do. Would you like a drink, Di? Please pardon my manners." I declined as it had been a long day and I wanted to get home to Claire. We said our goodbyes and, as I walked the short distance to my own house I breathed a sigh of relief - I was certain that I had not made any errors in the contracts but Brit had picked up on one immediately. The good feeling about Brit grew a bit larger. Claire was already home and making our evening meal and I told her about the contracts and thanked her for getting Brit on our side. "Actually, it was Tanya that started things off. Had she seen the draft contracts?" "Yes, we discussed them in outline when we scoped out the work on this project, why do you ask, Darling?" "Well when she phoned me last week she hinted that you'd need a business lawyer very soon. None of us knew how quickly it could be resolved nor the changes it would let us all enjoy. I think you better call her with the good news - and I think you should tell her the whole story too." "Yes, your right, as usual, Claire. I'll call her at home right now - sooner rather than later!" Tanya was delighted with the news but a little fearful of me having another cross-dresser on the team. That was until I related how well Sunday's lunch had gone and assured her that Brit wouldn't be entering the business world for almost a month. With all of us helping I was confident that there would be no problems. "I'm down your way on Thursday - can I come into your office to meet Brit at, say, 11 O'clock?" I ran my schedule through my mind and answered "I'm sure that is possible, Tanya. I'll check with the others first thing tomorrow and confirm." "That's fine, Diane. Tell me, is Claire there? I'd like a word with her, please." I called for my wife and she took the phone from me. As I left the room I heard Claire say "She's lovely and once her voice is sorted Brit will pass anywhere in a week or two, we'll make sure." I'd made us both a cocktail and was sipping mine when Claire returned to the kitchen. "Double-checking my opinion, was she?" I asked with a grin. "Not really but she said she valued my thoughts too. What she wanted was to know if I could get time off to lunch with her on Thursday after your meeting. I'm sure Janet is attending a conference that day so it should be fine. I'm really looking forward to seeing Tanya again." "Have fun, Tanya is great once you really get to know her and she has opened up to me so much in the last couple of months. She has an incredible mind for business, hard as nails, but a nice person also. I better warn Brit about Thursday, I'll do it in the morning." The meal ready, we sat and talked as loving couples do whilst we ate. And later, when our food had gone down Claire ordered me into just my black thigh-high boots and latex corset which she managed to tighten all the way. It was a very firm grip on my waist but that eased considerably when she had me lie on the bed. She put leather cuffs on my wrists and anchored them to the headboard. A single strap around both of my ankles was made fast to the footboard to ensure my immobility. Whilst I was well restrained my arousal wasn't and made my excitement totally clear. Claire bent over and kissed the head then pulled on the latex gloves to cream my breasts and nipples. That the cream was and is working was plain to see from the soft flesh that had grown above my implants. I watched with growing excitement as she scooped up the hormone cream and divided it between her hands then brought them to my waiting breasts. A quick intake of breath as the cold cream touched my nipples then a slight moan of lust as Claire massaged it into my skin. The excessive work on my nipples was no longer necessary as they were now just as sensitive as Claire had promised. The slightest touch from her fingers or mouth made me aroused so quickly now so this wonderful massage was incredible for me and I looked forward to the nightly treatment. That Claire always put me in bondage first was an added bonus to my excitement. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she said above me."Just look at these huge girly nipples. I swear they are getting bigger each day. And they are so sensitive too, aren't they, Honey?" "Oh God. Yes!" I moaned in reply. "I've been reading that getting them pierced makes them stay erect and even more sensitive. Would you like that, my special girly-boy? I think I'd like to see and feel gold rings in your nipples." Her eyes were filled with desire so I didn't doubt her words but I shook my head as the thought of the painful piercing didn't do much for me. "I love the way your nipples show through your soft bras, Honey. If we got them ringed I bet they'd show even more." Fortunately nothing more was said about it as she put away the cream and stripped off the gloves. I watched with growing excitement as Claire performed a music-less strip tease before she releasing me from my bonds. She lay on the bed beside me and told me "My pussy needs as much attention as your breasts have had, Honey. Make sure you do a good job/" I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her hard and deep then moved to her neck which always aroused her. I kept my lips in almost constant contact with her skin as I kissed and licked down over her breasts, stomach and hips. I stroked my hands up and down the insides of her thighs and I began licking the shaved outer lips of her beautiful pussy and was rewarded by seeing them engorge. Soon I was able to begin tenderly sucking on her inner lips, dragging groans of delight as I practiced my skills. By the time I spread those inner lips to taste the juicy sweet fruit inside, Claire was squirming beneath me. Then, as I started tonguing her rigid clit, she had her first mild orgasm which usually spurred her on to a second and much bigger climax. That came quickly when I pressed my teeth firmly but gently about the base of her clit and sucked its short length into my mouth. She thrashed and moaned then suddenly stiffened with its onset, a signal I knew to suck even harder. Moments later she went limp and I left her clit alone as she often gets oversensitive after orgasm. I cuddled her to me instead and stroked her hair and kissed her closed eyelids. Minutes later she rolled on top of me and, knees astride my corseted waist, said "That was beautiful, my special lesbian licker, but now I need the other special bit that you bring to our bed." Her lust-filled eyes held mine as she moved backwards and impaled herself on my hardness and I moaned at the wonderful wet warmth that surrounded my member. Claire was in no mood for teasing for she immediately started pounding her hips up and down raising us both rapidly towards our climaxes. Nearly there she slowed a little and reached for my breasts to softly knead them as I loved. Then she surprised me by taking each of my nipples between finger and thumb and digging her nails into the sensitive flesh. I squealed with the shock but then realised it was a very exciting pain and I bucked beneath her. I couldn't decide if I wanted her to stop or continue - such a dichotomy. She chuckled throatily then, almost breathlessly, told me "I thought that would be special!" She continued working my nipples like that and her hips worked faster. As my eyes went wide with the approach of my orgasm I heard her add "And you will love it when I pull on your nipple-rings!" My climax triggered hers and we both shuddered with the impact throughout our bodies then Claire collapsed on top of me as she tried to slow her breathing. We cuddled for a while then lazily got ready for bed. I was asleep in minutes. 0o0o0o0 "Hey Zoe, I'm home," said Claire. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be over to pick you up." She replaced the phone and dashed to her bedroom to change into something less formal than her work uniform. The two wives chatted excitedly in the car and Brit, happily included and sitting behind Zoe, joined in where appropriate although she was a little hesitant of this shopping trip to Sue's. A short while later, as Claire parked outside the shop, Brit tried to keep down the butterflies in her stomach. "Well, hello to my favourite customers!" Sue greeted the wives with a huge smile and quick hug. "And who is this you've brought along?" "This is my husband, Brit, and we've come for one of the special items you make. I want a neck-corset for her and I'd like you to measure her up for a good shaping corset like you made for Diane, please, Sue," answered Zoe whilst Brit gave a nervous smile at the revealing introduction. "Don't go shy on me, Brit" said Sue with a disarming smile. "Come on over to my work area and let's get busy." With that she put her arm around Brit's waist and led them all through the curtained-off section of the shop. "OK, no more need to be shy. Take off your dress so I can get busy with my tape measure." Brit complied, though coyly, and Claire and Zoe watched as Sue measured and wrote the results on her pad. "The neck-corset will take about a week but the body corset will be longer, I'm afraid, as I've got a lot of work on at the moment," Sue told them. "However, Brit's measurements are fairly standard so I've got a couple of ready-to-wear ones in stock if you want something in the meantime?" Zoe caught Brit's eye for the unspoken communication between true lovers, smiled after a second or two and answered "Yes please, Sue! She'll be starting a new job as Brit at the start of next month so we have to work fast to make sure she passes. Diane told me you have lots of experience of cross-dressers so any advice you can give us would be appreciated." Sue chuckled but her raised eyebrows showed she was happy to enter into the plot and the challenge. "Give me a few minutes," she asked as she ducked through the curtain. She was back in three holding two satin corsets, one a bright red and the other a pale blue. "These are both the right size for you, Brit. Which one would you like to wear home?" Things were moving almost too fast for Brit but, she 'braved up' quickly and touched the red one. Zoe nodded her approval and said, "We'll take them both though, Sue." "Wow! You ladies are really good for my business. Now this isn't salesmanship, it is honest advice. Zoe, if Brit has to pass long-term it is no good wearing a blonde wig that - I'm sorry - is not top quality, then, when her hair has grown, suddenly changing style and colour. It would be such a give-away and you could be stuck with a load of clothes that no longer suit her. I'd really like to help you as much as I can so please may we try some quality wigs to really find her style?" "Sue's right," interjected Claire. "We tried several on Diane that we thought would be right but weren't." "Makes sense to me, girls and Diane gave us the same advice. Help us with colour and style, please," Zoe conceded and Sue learned a lot about their relationship when Brit wasn't asked for her opinion. "With her slim body and pale skin I'm sure I know the colour to go for," said Sue. "Come choose the styles, Zoe. You can help too, Claire." They ducked through the curtain leaving Brit standing in his undies and feeling quite vulnerable. He heard their muted conversation elsewhere in the shop but could not understand the words. The ten minutes that passed seemed like an hour to Brit before they came back into view, each holding a Styrofoam head supporting an auburn wig. Zoe told her husband to sit on the only available stool and unpinned and lifted off the blonde wig she though had suited Brit. In its place Sue put the wig she had chosen and adjusted the position of its shoulder- length wavy tresses. "I like!" she said as she finger-brushed the bangs slightly to one side. The three women looked and touched, with Zoe adding "The colour is absolutely right for her but we'll need to adjust her make-up a little." The other two agreed then Claire asked to try the other styles. Neither of the other wigs received the same approval as the first so, with that one back in place, Brit was sent over to the mirror to "see the New You!" as Zoe put it. "Gosh, it looks great," said Brit. "I'd never imagined myself as a redhead but I love the look!" "Well, having settled that, let's get you nicely corseted so you can look your best," concluded Sue. "I've only got white and red corset- liners at the moment but a couple of each should do," and she took the thin mesh items from one of the many drawers, handing a red one to Brit. Whilst he took it he was confused until Claire stepped forward, opened the slightly-stretchy tube-shape, and told Brit to step into it. He did so and wriggled it up his body to rest just below his bra. After loosening the back lacing, Sue wrapped the red satin around Brit and connected the six busk fasteners. She went behind Brit, adjusted the position of the corset then began doing up the laces as the two wives looked on. They watched Brit's waist diminish as Sue pulled in the lacing. "I'm not going to tighten it too much, Zoe. Corsets need to adjust themselves to the body of the wearer for the first week, so don't overdo it until then. Now, how does that feel, Brit?" "Very comfortable, thanks Sue. I was expecting it to be painful but it is really just a nice squeeze." "In a week's time, you'll be used to wearing a corset and I think you'll want to wear it tighter by then but it shouldn't ever be painful. Now, put your dress back on and see how you look." Fully dressed again, Brit strutted over to the full-length mirror and exclaimed her approval at her new, trimmer figure shown off by the tighter belt on her yellow-print dress. "Right, Brit. Now we have you sorted out I want you to get the feel of your new corset and do me a favour, please. I have to post these orders today and now I'm running out of time," Sue told him and passed two parcels wrapped in brown paper and tape. "I need you to take them to the post office just down the block for me. This should cover the postage," she added, giving him a couple of notes. "Turn left out the door." Brit felt dismissed but confused until Zoe added "Well, get going, girl!" With the ding of the doorbell announcing that Brit had exited the shop, Sue turned to the wives and asked "Now she's out of earshot, what did you want to ask me in private?" "Well," responded Claire, "I told Zoe that you had hinted to me of sissy-training methods that you would look out for me for when I next called and, with the rush with Brit, we wondered if any of it would help." Sue laughed. "From what I've seen of you girls, especially having now seen Brit as well, you don't need too much help from me. I have copied the articles for you Claire but you'll have to share with Zoe or make another copy. The whole key, to summarise, is keeping the sissy dependent on you, the Mistress but I don't think either of you want to sissify your men to that sort of extent so use what you need. My advice would be to keep your husbands on edge so they never get complacent or know what to expect. "Men are far more visual creatures than us girls so you should wear the occasional shiny glamour gear. Look on the internet for pictures of 'Mistress' and you'll see what I mean. See how alike the images are...... mostly posted by men! And never underestimate the power of stiletto heels even if your spouse is wearing them as well. Even if they wear them every day the sight of you in them, the sound you make in them, will always be arousing so keep them on edge. Most of all keep using the power of your minds and your love. Always remember that if your man falls out of love with you - or you with them - you have both lost everything. Makes sense?" Claire smiled and nodded but Zoe hugged Sue. "That all makes perfect sense, thanks, Sue. I didn't know if I was doing right or wrong with Brit until I decided to just follow my instincts. Now, with the help of Claire and Diane, my marriage has never felt so strong or so good. My confidence is growing daily in what we're doing; I just want to make sure Brit is truly happy and never at risk." While Zoe was in her introspection moment Sue reached for a small plain box and gave it to Claire. "Glad I got your order in time, Claire. I got it couriered as I know you wanted it urgently. The instructions are inside the package. Let me know if you have any problems." Zoe watched the exchange which piqued her curiosity but she was too polite to ask about it. The doorbell dinged again and Sue looked through the curtain. It wasn't another customer but Brit returning. "Everything OK?" she asked Brit. "Yes, great, thanks Sue, here's your change. The corset feels lovely, almost a special hug and the wig feels just perfect and I know I got several extra glances!" he announced proudly. Zoe and Claire settled their respective bills at the till and, after hugs all round they made their way home with Brit. It was much, much later, an hour or so before Claire's intended bedtime, that she had Diane strip and lay on the bed. As she bound his cuffed hands to the headboard and his wide-apart ankles to the base she watched and exalted in her power over her lover as she saw the erection grow to full hardness. In silence she massaged the hormone cream into his perky breasts and thought once again what a fine job Janet had done. She stripped off the gloves and told her husband, "My period is about to start, Honey, so we are going to do things a little different, tonight. I'm not sure if it is going to work for us but we won't know until we try." I was confused by Claire's word but when I felt her hand stroke up and down my rigid penis I just sank into the feeling. I was even more confused when she stood up and reached into her toy box. She had a large elastic bandage and, raising my head from the pillow, she wound it round and round my head completely shutting off my vision. The next thing I felt was her hot breath on my right nipple just before her lips closed on it to suck and bite. As always I was quickly squirming with the delightful and arousing feeling she created. This increased as her hand began massaging and pulling at my left nipple too. I was approaching heaven when her other hand clasped the head of my penis and she began stroking up and down, masturbating me expertly with her soft fingers. Suddenly I was coming and as the first surge started Claire's head left my chest and her mouth engulfed the head of my penis so I spurted all my seed into her sucking lips until I was drained. Her mouth left my groin and her lips pressed against mine. Although she had done it before, when she parted our lips and my cum was pushed into my mouth with her tongue, I was not expecting it. But the kiss was special and lasted longer than usual. After the kiss broke I heard Claire moving away and strange sounds I couldn't recognise. Minutes later I felt her at my groin. She moved my balls and penis around yet not in a sensual way. Then after several minutes of fiddling came a touch of cool hardness to my now flaccid organ. I lay there wondering what an earth she was doing, then Claire unwound the bandage from my head, letting me see again and I looked into her strangely uncertain eyes. I raised my head and looked down my body to see my penis in a clear plastic cage. Puzzled, I looked at Claire again. "As I said, Honey, I'm not sure if this is going to work for us but we're going to give it a try, I hope. When I have my period I don't want you having any form of sex, even masturbation. Some men love to have their dicks controlled by their lovers so I thought I'd give it a go. This is called the 'Curve' chastity device and I hope it is comfortable as I tried the best fitting parts on you. You'll still be able to tuck yourself away in your panty-girdle and I don't think it will show through your day-time clothes. The point is, it comes with this addition" and she held up a tiny brass padlock for me to see."I will keep the key, Honey, until my period is over and then I'll unlock you. Are you willing to give it a try?" I thought it over quickly and, strangely, thought it might be exciting. However, it was with much trepidation as I nodded and said "Do it, Darling!" I watched as she threaded the lock through a plastic stem then heard the click as it was closed shut. Claire released me from my bondage and I sat up to examine my new accessory. There was a plastic ring surrounding my balls and penis with a separate curved plastic cage enclosing my flaccid penis. I tried tugging and pulling but there was no way it was coming off whilst the lock was in place, short of destroying the device. However, it wasn't uncomfortable as I told Claire in answer to her question. I hugged Claire to me and whispered, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this from my very devious Mistress. However, if you want me to wear it I'll try to do what you want." I wasn't aware at that moment of all that I was agreeing to! We got ready for bed. Later, as I laid there in the dark, I felt the rigid plastic through my satin nightgown. "Seems like it's stopped you playing with yourself already," teased Claire.