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The Dream - Part One This is a dream I had. When I have a dream, I don't usually remember it, but I remembered this one and had to write it down before I forgot what happened. When I finished writing, I thought it was incomplete, so I wrote on from where it stopped to finish the story! One Wednesday afternoon, I was having a conversation with girl friends at the mid-week meet at the T-girl club. We had got rid of the usual male "admirers" who were after the usual thing and we were putting the world to rights as usual on such serious subjects as the latest fashion and the best place to buy it, what shoes go with what style of dress, how high the heels we would wear should be, etc. etc. when my friend Amanda nudged me and pointed out a man on the opposite side of the room, a newcomer we hadn't seen before. He was rather tall, over 6' I thought, with wide shoulders and a short, spiky greying haircut. Rather dishy. He was well dressed in a grey suit, like a bank manager and pale shirt, but wore no tie. "Better than the usual creeps we get in here!" she said. He was going from table to table, talking to some of the girls and giving them something. After a while, I went to the bar to get a round of drinks and when I got back to the table, he was there. He said his name was Ralph and that he was looking for a girl to take a part in a film he was making. Yeah, Right! He said he had cast the part once already, but the person was not right and he was looking for someone else to play the part at short notice. It was not necessary to have any acting experience as the part was just a walk-on, but the girl's "look" vital to the story. He gave me and some of the other girls at the table his card and said that if we fancied a try out, could we phone him by Friday. He left and we all smiled at each other - we agreed that we had heard some weird chat up lines in the past, but that was certainly one from Left Field. Later in the evening, I decided it was time to go. The others girls stayed behind as I walked back to my car alone. As I turned the corner to go into the car park, who should coming the other way but Ralph. He said that he thought I looked really beautiful and that I would be perfect for the part. I was amazed, here was a complete stranger loving how I looked. I was a bit embarrassed, but remembering my manners, I thanked him for the compliment but said that it couldn't be true (that I looked so great), although if he said I was perfect for the part I couldn't argue because I knew nothing about it and with that we said goodnight. The next evening my phone rang. On answering it turned out to be a guy call Al. He said that he worked with Ralph, who had told him that I was just right for the part of Mrs de Silva in his film and could I "come over tomorrow" as he was rather busy that evening with a "night- time shoot." I asked how he had got my number and he said that Ralph had got it from Amanda, and that after meeting me again the the car park, he was even more convinced that I was the girl for the part. Flattered, I said, "OK what time tomorrow?" He said that as he had to go and shoot he would not be contactable for the rest of the evening but he would send me a text later when he had looked at his schedule. The text arrived about 10.30 that night. It said, "Sending a car for you in the morning to bring you to the set - be ready at 7.30 am - see you then - Al." Jesus, 7.30 - these guys start early I can't possibly be ready at that time. I phoned Al - no reply, straight to voice mail. I phoned Ralph - no reply, straight to voice mail. Arrrrrgh! I set the alarm and went to bed. Next morning at 7.30 the doorbell rang. I was still asleep! No alarm! It rang again. I rang for a third time and I answered it in my dressing gown. There was a guy there who asked "Is Victoria in?" (Victoria is my girl name). "Yes", I said. "OK," he said, "tell her to come to the car we need to get going." "What should she wear?" I asked "Just come as you are!" he said, winking at me, then thinking about it he said, "why not just put on jeans and a tee shirt. We have to be away by 8.00 latest" I rushed round getting washed and dressed (jeans and a tee shirt as requested) with a fleecy jacket on top. Finished 7.55. Outside was a rather large silver Mercedes saloon. I got in the back, the driver holding the door open and closing it behind me. We drove for some miles out into the countryside until he turned down a narrow country lane and eventually into a private drive through some large iron gates. There was a barrier and a security guard who peered in at me. "Miss Victoria to see Al," said the driver. The barrier went up and we drove in. We continued down a long gravel drive past lawns and trees and yet more lawns. Around a bend and there was a large country house with a lake in front of it. We drove round the back and into a courtyard through a large wooden gate. In the courtyard was a group of temporary buildings, one with the door open. There was a sign on the wall by the door saying "Reception." We stopped outside. I was going to open the door and get out, but there was no handle. The driver got out, came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. In the doorway was a middle-aged lady with tight grey curls and a clipboard. "Miss Victoria - to see Al," said the driver again. "Thanks, Ron," said Mrs Clipboard, then to me, "Come in Victoria! We have been waiting for you" We went inside, and I found it was rather luxurious with soft sofas and deep pile carpets. There was a tall thin girl with long, straight red hair, sitting at by the Reception desk. "Alexia," said Clipboard, "this is Victoria, could you take her to..." consulting her papers, "dressing Room 9, please. Alexia will be looking after you whilst you are here," said Clipboard. "If you need anything, just ask Alex." "Thank you." I said. We walked down the corridor connecting one building to another and passing by Dressing Rooms 1 to 8 until, round the corner was Dressing Room 9. We went in and sat on yet another soft sofa. "Would you like coffee?" said Alexia. "Yes please!" I said, realising I had come out without breakfast, "and any chance of something to eat?" "I'll go see what I can find," she said. As she went out, Clipboard came in. "Al was really pleased you could come," she said, smiling. "We had someone for the part, but they just didn't look right, but I think that you will be perfect! Al wants you to meet him as soon as possible," she said, "but we've got half an hour before we have to go! Would you like some coffee before we start?" "Alexia has just gone for some," I said, "and something to eat, I had to rush out without breakfast." "Wait while I see Al," she said, "he's always doing this to people, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Has he told you anything about the part?" "No," I said, "not really." "OK, just leave it to me," she said and I got the feeling that whoever it was that thought they were running this operation, I had just met the person who was really running it. Whilst I drank my coffee and ate the Danish that Alexia had brought for me, Mrs Jackson (for that was Clipboard's name - "Call me Jane," she said) told me that they were shooting a film based in the TS community. The part I was needed for was that of the "Mother of a Bridegroom." It was just a walk on part and so I just needed to sit on the front row in the church and look glamorous, then after the ceremony was over, to walk back down the aisle alongside the Bride's father. I said that I thought I could do it but what was I going to wear. Would I be able to fit into the costume. Amanda told me that it was all taken care of and that there was already a costume made for the previous actress, which would probably fit me OK with a bit of adjustment. What we needed to do was to make some preparations so that there could be a fitting, then everything could be finalised. Coffee finished, and feeling better now that I had eaten, we went along the corridor to the costume department. There, I was asked by a lady, what dress size I was as she took my measurements. I told her, "12 on a good day, 14 on a bad." "Well today is a good day," she said, "and the good news is that it - the costume - will fit with just a little adjustment. Why don't you go and get ready and we'll see you back here just before 12.00, if that's all-night, Jane?" Mrs Jackson said that I was to be ready for Al at 12.30 so that would be just fine. "What are we going to do for 3 hours," I thought, but just as that thought had passed through my head, Jane told me that we had better get moving if we were to be ready. What on earth was it that needed 3 hours preparation? "I'm going to leave you with Alex now," she said, "she will look after you and make sure you are back at Costume by 12.00. See you later." I looked at Alex "What now then?" I asked. "First, Make-up Department," was the reply. We walked back along the maze of corridors until we came to a door marked "Make-up," and went in. "This is Victoria," she said to the two rather smart middle-aged make- up ladies. "I think it would be best if you gave her 'the full treatment'!" She asked me if I kept myself smooth all over. I must have looked quizzical. "You know," she said, "hairless - legs, arms, underarms and down there," she said pointing at my groin. "Yes," I said, "usually, but it's been a few days." "OK, let's have a look," she said. I was given a hooded, white fluffy robe and asked to change into it, which I did in the changing room. Alex came in and parted the robe to look at the state my hairlessness. "Oh what a sweet little cock," she said. I must have looked really embarrassed. Although I was not particularly large, to have a stunningly beautiful tall redhead call it "little," was somewhat disconcerting. "Don't look so sad," she said, "it looks just like mine used to, only a little bigger." My eyes must have grown as large as saucers. I was in a state of shock. "I'll take that as a compliment, then," she said, "you really had no idea?" "No," I said. Alex explained that, as the film dealt with TG issues, several of the people working on it were TG or Bi as it was thought that it would be more comfortable for some of the actors to know that there were experienced and sympathetic people around. "OK," she said, "we had better get rid of any of those 'embarrassing' hairy patches then. I'll send Mary in, and don't worry, she's a sweetie and has seen it all before." Mary came in and I was completely de-fuzzed from the eyelashes down. Then it was a manicure and a pedicure. Pale pink toenails and medium length fingernails also painted pale pink with a nail-art wedding theme overlay of tiny silver bells painted in silver polish and picked out with tiny white stones like a solitaire diamonds. Alex was back with breast forms. "I know you are a size 12/14," she said, "but the actress before you had a smaller back than you but with big breasts, so we will have to reduce the size of your forms to compensate. These will be about a DD cup on you, I hope that will be OK!" OK, I was amazed, I had never worn larger than a C cup before and had always wanted to try something larger, but thought it might be a bit to "obvious." I couldn't help but think that they were going to an awful lot of trouble just for an audition, but then, maybe they needed to see the full effect. The forms were going to be glued onto my chest and so it was cleaned first to remove any oils. Then some medical adhesive was sprayed onto the form and worked onto the surface of my chest. The forms and my chest were left to dry for a few minutes, then Mary came back - "Don't move," she warned. "If you move they will be in the wrong place and then we will have to take them off and start again!" I looked down and thought that they looked the wrong colour, a bit dark, like they had been on two weeks holiday in the sun, whilst the rest of me had stayed at home. I did as I was told and sat still. Once they in place, I was given a full-cup bra to wear to hold them in place whilst the glue dried. Now Clara came over and started the make-up. "We have to go for a glamorous look," she said. "The Bride is a looker so you will have to be glamorous too, but we don't want to outshine her on her big day. I think you'll be pleased with the result." She applied foundation. "We need to let that dry," she said, "so go with Mary and come back when she's finished." I went with Mary to yet another room in the make up department. "Put these on," she said, handing me a pair of paper bikini briefs, "and then take off your gown." So there I was, standing almost naked except for a layer of foundation, a pair of tiny paper knickers and two DD cup breast forms. I felt my hands going up to cover my naked breasts when Mary said, "Go stand in the corner with your back to me." I did not move! "Go on," she said, "nothing bad is going to happen, its just a spray tan, silly." When she had finished, the rest of my body apart from my face, from my hairline down, now also looked like it had been on two weeks holiday, and I had bikini-bottom tan-lines just as though I had been sunbathing topless! When it had dried, we went back to Clara, who worked for half an hour on my face giving me discrete false eyelashes and liner, plucked and darkened brows and a darker pink lipstick to match with my nails and toes. "Time for the hair," she said. "Mrs da Silva is a blond and your hair is going to be 'up' today in a French Knot." She brought in a hairpiece which was a pale blond with darker and lighter streaks. It was already pre-set into the updo style with tiny ringlets at the back. "It should come just above the tops of your ears," she said, "which is why you needed the full spray-tan." With the wig in place, she was right and I could feel the hair tickling my ear-tops. "Mary will help you with your underwear, and I'll get the jewellery and the dress," she said. Mary took a very large, flat box down from the shelf. It was labelled "Lingerie - Mrs de Silva." She removed the lid. And took out a cream, smooth cupped under-wired bra with lace trim at the bottom and a pair of matching knickers which were almost almost all lace but with a small triangular front panel. "Put these on first," she said handing me the knickers, "you will find that they should hold you in quite well." She was right, they had been specially shaped to suite the bit extra I had, and held it pressed back between my legs. "OK?" she said. I nodded. "Right, take off the robe and we'll try the bra." She removed the bra I was wearing and tugged at the forms. "Well stuck!" she said. She was right, I could feel their weight pulling at my chest now that the bra was off. "Slip this on," she said, holding out the lacy bra. I struggled with the straps. "Let me," she said and slid the under wires down and under the forms as I slipped the straps over my shoulders. "Now, we need to adjust this to give you good cleavage or the dress won't work right," she said, and with that she did up the bra on its tightest setting and adjusted the shoulder straps until she liked what she saw. Next came a pair of pale beige, lace topped hold-ups. The lace top must have been 6 or 7 inches wide. "Put these on and be careful," she said, "You have decorated nails and these are only 10 denier stockings! No runs, we don't have time!" Stockings on I replaced the robe and sat down. Then the door opened and in came Mary and Alex with the dress. It was pale pink, high necked with a heavy lace panel from neck to waist running through the centre, now I knew why I needed a good cleavage! It had a straight skirt style to just above the knee. The sleeves were 3/4 length and entirely of lace. As they turned it around, I could see that the back was open from the neck to just above my bra strap and secured at the neck by two small pearl buttons. There was a short matching jacket with a stand-up collar. "OK," said Alex "lets get you dressed, 'cos we're running out of time." They undid the side zipper and the buttons and I stepped into it. They pulled it up , but could not get the zip up. It was just too tight. We took it off. "I know," said Mary "I know its not for this scene, but it should work," and she pulled a cream satin under-bust corset with lace trim from the box. "OK," said Alex, "let's do it!" I was wrapped in the corset and it was pulled tight, and then tighter. "Measure her!" said Anne who had come into the room to see if I was ready. "Just another 1/2 an inch," said Mary and she'll be fine. It was tightened again. Now for the dress. This time the zip did up and so did the small pearl buttons. "Wow!" said Anne "that dress could have been made for you, Victoria. You girls have done a great job! All we need now are the shoes, the hat, the jewellery and the handbag and she's ready to go." A pair of white leather sling-back shoes with a peep-toe and a small platform arrived and they supported me whilst Mary helped me to put them on. They were a bit high and the heels were a bit narrow so I wobbled a little at first. Next came the jewellery. I had a platinum solitaire diamond and a plain band wedding ring for the third finger of my left hand, and a large Tanzanite, cut in a heart shape on the same finger on my right hand. A crystal encrusted watch and a silver charm bracelet with multiple heart shaped charms went on my wrists and a pair of silver multiple drop earrings with diamonds at the lobes and diamond pave on the heart shaped silver drops. The handbag was a white leather clutch with a diamant? heart shaped front clasp. Inside were a pair of lace gloves, A small bottle of JPG perfume, a pink mobile phone, a pink lipstick, a powder compact, a tiny bottle of nail adhesive, a pack of tissues and a pack of condoms. The hat was an elegant design in white and pink with small sprays of iridescent feathers adding height. "Put on your jacket and lets go!" said Anne. "Come too Alex, we need to know what Al thinks of her." As we walked slowly back to Reception along the corridors as I got used to the shoes, I said to Anne "It seems an awful lot of trouble to go to for an audition," but she wasn't listening. "Use your perfume now, spray some on your wrists and your neck, help her Alex whilst I go and get Al." She sprayed and I rubbed it round my wrists, and put the bottle back in my bag. "You need to keep spraying that on your wrists every few hours," Alex said, "so you don't loose the effect! Did you say you thought that this was an audition?" "Yes, that's what Al told me on the phone," I said. "What did he actually say," said Alex. "He said that Ralph had told him that I was right for the part and could I come over tomorrow," I replied. "Oh," she said, "I think I understand now why you think that its an audition." At that moment the door opened and in came Anne with a man she introduced as "Al." "My God Victoria, was ever Ralph on the money with you. You are perfect, just perfect." I blushed, but no-one could see because of the make-up. Everyone fell silent. "So.... " I said, hesitantly. "So let's go," he said, "the crew will be ready in 10." We walked to the back of reception and through a different door which lead into the house. "We are shooting in the Chapel, Victoria," he said. "Come to think of it, Mrs de Silva doesn't have a Christian name, so lets use Victoria? Yeah, "Mrs Victoria de Silva", very classy. Don't you think so Alex?" "I do," said Alex as we walked along, "but I think that I ought to tell you that "Mrs Victoria," thinks she is here for an audition!" We all stopped. "An audition?" said Al. "Yes," said Alex, "no-ones told her!" I looked blank. What were they talking about? "OK," Al said to me, "there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. This is, you could say, in a way, an audition... well, just take it as an audition and we'll discuss everything fully, later. Take her in, Alex and tell her what to do. I'll explain everything after the shoot, Victoria, I promise." We went up a step and through the door that we had stopped outside. It led into the Chapel of the country house. It was a small and intimate space with six pews on each side of the central aisle and made much smaller by all the filming equipment inside. The pews were already filled by men and women all very smartly dressed, some a little overdressed, I thought. We went to the front pew on the right where there were two men already sitting. "This is Victoria, your mother," she said to the man on the right, "and this is Steve, the Best Man," she said indicating the man on the left, "although that has yet to be proved!" "Now," she said to me, "all you have to do is act like you do at a regular wedding. Sit here, next to Steve and think about how you can look the most glamorous that you can, sexy if you like, flirt with Steve if you want, but feel relaxed. Then, the Wedding March will start and the Bride will arrive. Just act cool and listen to what the guy doing the wedding is saying and react as you would normally. There will be hymns and prayers and eventually they will be pronounced man and wife. When they leave the Chapel, down the aisle, you will follow in pairs. First, the Bride and Groom, then the Best Man and the Bridesmaid, then you and the Bride's father. There is no bride's mother and no groom's father. You are a Widow and he is a Widower. OK? Happy with that? If you have any problems, just ask Steve, he knows the score and will help you. I have to go now," she said, "they will start shooting soon, and don't forget, stay in character at all times as the camera could be on you at any time. Good Luck!" I sat down and as I did so, I realised that the design of the skirt part of the dress I was wearing was split so high that it made it impossible to stop my left leg being fully exposed to the lacy top of my stocking. I crossed and uncrossed my legs in different ways but it made no difference. "Cleaver design, that dress," said Steve, smiling, "it makes you look incredibly sexy even if you don't want to be. It suits you far better than the woman who wore it before you!" Before I could reply the Clapper guy shouted, "Scene 18, Take 1." Someone shouted "Action," and the music started. The guys got up and went to the middle of the aisle. The Registrar came to the middle of the steps. The music played louder and after a few moments I turned around to see the bride in a beautifully embroidered full-skirted dress and veil, who was walking slowly up the aisle on the arm her father. I looked again. I knew I had seen that face before. It was Ralph! They stopped next to the Bridegroom. Ralph passed the brides hand to the bridegroom and looked across at me and winked. I realised that my mouth was hanging open and rapidly closed it. I looked back straight ahead as the Registrar began to speak. Vows were spoken, rings exchanged, pronouncements made about being man and wife, and then the music played again and they turned to walk back down the aisle. Steve nudged my arm. "Come on," he whispered. I got up and followed Steve, who collected the bridesmaid and followed the bride and her husband down the aisle, leaving me looking at Ralph. He held out his hand to help me down the steps to the aisle and smiled. I smiled back, took his hand and went down the steps. As we walked slowly behind Steve and the Bridesmaid, Ralph whispered quietly "How do you like the show so far, Victoria?" I was just about to tell him what I thought of him when we came to the Chapel door. As we went through it, I forgot that there was a step down. I stumbled, not used to the height of my heels. Ralph caught me round my waist and pulled me to him. I could feel his fingers grasping my corseted waist and holding it tight. I regained my balance. "OK, now?" he said. "Yes," I smiled, "thanks." I was breathless, but I could not workout if it was the shock of the trip, the tightness of the corset or the closeness of Ralph's embrace" Then Al was there, "OK, guys," he said, "places for take 2!" I stood, wondering what he meant. Alex was there. "OK, Vicky?" she said. "You've got to go back and do it over." We did it "over," five more times and I managed to remember where all the steps were. Al pronounced himself satisfied and said, "Lunch," but be back at 3 for the photo session. Alex took me back to Makeup and they asked me to remove the dress, jacket, hat and shoes as spilling a coffee over them at lunch would not be a good idea. I was given a warm, hooded robe and some ballet flats to wear instead and we went to the canteen. Alex suggested that I had something light to eat as a large meal and a tight corset did not go together. She was right, so I had a small salad and a coffee. We chatted of this and that, and I commented that the dress I was wearing had a split that was too large. "What you have to realise, Vicky, is that you don't always get the full picture of what will happen when you just see one scene," she said. "Something which seems crazy at the time probably will have some significance later on. You just have to go with it. Ralph and Al are the only people here who know just how things will fully develop," she said, "but even then, I think that they are making some of it up as they go along." I asked about the photo session. "Its just what happens after every wedding," she said, "they take wedding photographs. You know, the Bride and Groom, the group with the family, the Uncles and Aunts and all the usual ones for the album. Nothing to worry about. Just like this morning, do as Al says." It was 2.30 and we went back to Makeup. There was the dress and jacket which had been pressed to remove the creases, the hat and beautiful white shoes. I was helped back into my finery and my make-up was restored to its original pristine state. I was given a tube of pink vinyl lip-gloss and told to apply it over my lipstick between every take. "You look even more stunning than before," said Alex "you must be getting used to wearing everything now." "I don't know what you are all talking about," I said. "No-one has ever called me stunning before, you all must have done a really good job." "Have you not seen what you look like?" said Alex. "No!" I said, "there hasn't been time." "Oh, come with me then," she said and we went through to dressing room 2. "There is a full length mirror in here," she said, "now close your eyes." She lead me slowly by the hand and stood me in front of the mirror. "Open!" she said. I dare not look. "OK," she said. "After three,... one,... two,... three!" I opened them in one glorious moment and gazed at what I saw in the mirror, amazed. There was a sophisticated looking, mature woman. Dressed in the most expensive looking tailored outfit, until I noticed that the way I was standing was revealing that slit in the dress and my naked left leg. My mouth must have been open. "Do you like it? Vicky... Vicky - tell us what you are thinking. Please!" "It can't be me. It can't be me, was all I could say." "But it is you," said Alex. "A mature, woman, in her sexual prime, in a dress which gives the impression of just a touch of the slut from the waist down, which is absolutly perfect for your part!" "Time to go or we'll be late," she said, before I could reply, with that and my new sexy, sophisticated image racing round inside my head, we went back to the Chapel door and arrived just on three o'clock. Al was there. "OK," he said, "all outside and just follow the photographers instructions." We went outside through the front doors of the house to find a full camera crew surrounding a photographer with his cameras set up on tripods resting on the gravel drive and pointed at the large flight of steps which led up to the front door. We all stood around on the steps, chatting, with the bride and bridegroom, who I had now discovered were called Eleanor and Mark, standing on the bottom step. Steve and the bridesmaid, Gina, and Ralph and I were standing on the next step up, with the rest of the congregation behind us. I told Eleanor that her dress was a very pretty one and whoever had done the costumes certainly knew their job. She told me that it was OK, but that my outfit was the sexiest and with good reason. I was about to ask her what she meant when the shout "Scene 27, Take 1," rang out. We had to assemble for various different photos. The usual ones at a wedding with the guests from one side of the family with the bride and bridegroom, then the family from the other side. It went on and on, with "cut," and "take 2," followed by several takes until eventually we were left with just the bride, groom, best man, bridesmaid and me and Ralph. Al came over and told us that we were going to do the final pictures and then we would be going to the Reception venue in the bridal cars. A Silver Rolls Royce arrived and parked on the drive. Ralph and I were going to be first to go. We stood on the steps with the cameras rolling and the photographer arranging us into a group of six with Eleanor and Mark in the middle and the four of us around them in an arc. "Kiss the Bride!" shouted the photographer, "and the rest of you smile." The flashes went off and we were captured on film. "Parents of the Happy Couple!" he shouted, and Ralph and I went forward alone. I was trying to stand so that the slit in the dress stayed as closed as possible, but the photographer had me standing so that the slit was wide open and he could see the whole of my stockinged leg, the lace at the top of the stocking and some of my leg above it. Ralph put his are around my back, grasped my waist and pulled me close in to him. "Smile and hold it," shouted the photographer, then "Kiss her and hold it!" Ralph turned towards me, held me even closed and gave me a lingering kiss full on the lips! I was shocked. Not because it was unpleasant, but because it was so unexpected. "Cut!" Al came over "Look Vicky, I know that this may be a bit of a problem for you, but you have to kiss him back. It has to be a two-way street here, OK!" "I... I... I," I said. "I... I.. will try!" were the words which came out of my mouth. Now I knew why I had been given the tube of lip gloss. I reapplied it as instructed and put it back inside my bag. "Wow," said Ralph "how kissable are they. I love girls with shiny lips!" "OK," said Al. "Take 2 and Action" We resumed our previous positions. My mind was in a whirl. Here I was looking like a million dollars, wearing a custom made dress that made me look and feel really good, like the woman I was meant to be and just about to be kissed by a hunky guy. "You may never get another opportunity like this for the rest of your life," a voice inside my head told me, "go for it gurl!" Ralph was turning towards me again. I flung my arms around his neck, still holding my bag, and as his hands grasped my waist again, I met his kiss full on the lips with mine. He held me close and we kissed. His tongue slid into my mouth ant that made my clitty, which was already somewhat hard, go into spasms of contractions. After what seemed like several minutes, we slowly broke apart. Ralph took me by the hand and lead me to the door of the car, which was being held open by the chauffeur "Cut," shouted Al. "That was an unbelievable kiss, Vicky!" he said, "Ralph didn't tell me that you could act as well! OK, now when you get into the car, we need to see some of your thigh, so don't worry about the skirt, just forget that its there and let your leg do its own thing." "Take 3" "We approached the car again and I climbed into the back seat in as ladylike manner as I could. Sitting down on the seat and smoothing the back of my dress under me whilst allowing the side to gape open, revealing my leg. As I sat, the front of the skirt slid down between my legs leaving the left one, with its lacy top, once again exposed. Ralph got into the other side of the seat, the door closed and we left. I applied more lip gloss! "What was all that kissing about?" I asked. "Just something to do with the storyline, I suppose," said Ralph. "Where are we actually going now?" "They have hired a local hotel to do the reception shoot, the House has a ballroom, but its too big. We will be shooting there tomorrow, but Al wants us to see what we will have for our set. The other guys will join us after their photos. The car will leave us at the hotel and go back for Steve and Gina, and then for Eleanor and Mark, although there are two cars, so maybe not." "How long 'til we get to the Hotel?" I said. "About fifteen minutes," was the reply. We fell silent. Then Ralph said, "Victoria?" "Yes," I said. "That was some kiss we had on the steps, would you mind if we did it again?" Saying nothing. Opening my bag, I took out the lip gloss and perfume. I applied more of both and slid across the seat. I put both my arms around the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. My skirt slid open even more than before, but I didn't care. This time for sure, I was going to be making the running. I was going to kiss him on my terns and not the other way round. Our eyes locked together and our lips touched. My eyes closed and this time it was my tongue that explored the front of Ralph's mouth. We slowly parted lips, but then he pulled my head towards him fiercely, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I melted into his arms and let his kisses do the talking. Then I was aware that his hand was through the slit and under my skirt, stroking my naked thigh and feeling the front of my knickers, rubbing my throbbing sissy clit. Alex was right, from the waist down, a really was a slut. I stopped kissing him and moved back. Looking down at the front of his trousers, I could see the large bulge and put out my hand to feel its hardness. He drew in a breath slowly and froze. I decided that this was the moment. I felt for the top of the zip, slowly pulled it down and reached inside. I could see my pale sparkly nails and diamond ring as they disappeared inside, into the warm, moist darkness. Then I felt it moving and throbbing. His cock was hard and erect. I slid aside the waistband of his briefs and felt for my prize. It was warm and soft on the outside, but hard, rock hard, underneath. Slowly gripping firmly, I pulled it out through the opening, wrapping my fingers around it so it could not escape. I could see my nails digging into the flesh a little as I withdrew it. I slid my hand up and down without slackening my grip pulling loose skin half way over its head before allowing it back. "Oh, Victoria," he whispered. I pulled the skin back slowly, fully, and lowered my head to kiss its tip, with my earrings dangling and sliding across my cheeks and left a large pink stain on it where my lips had touched. This is where my dream ended - the rest is what might have happened if I had not woken up, but is pure fiction The chauffeur turned into the entrance of the hotel. "Shit!" spat Ralph as he fumbled to replace his "equipment," and do up his zip. I just smiled at him gently, opened my bag and applied another layer of lip gloss. I almost had him where I wanted him to be, and by the hardness of his cock, I was exactly where he wanted me to be. The car came to a halt outside the hotel. Ralph's side of the car was nearest to the hotel. A valet opened his door and then came around and opened mine. Thanks to my dress design and our rear seat antics, he got a full view of the cream lacy knickers covering my crotch and the tops of my stockings as I slid out of the seat. Ralph came around, took me by the hand and escorted me into the hotel. We were shown into a private bar area to wait for the others. I sat on a high bar stool, crossed my legs and showed what I had got to Ralph. Although the skirt of the dress was designed to be very revealing, the sophistication of the design was such that it was impossible to show too much without some effort, so although Ralph could see almost all of both my legs, he could still see no further than one stocking top and no access was available to my clitty area which, with my legs crossed, was tightly closed. There was a barman on duty, so we ordered drinks, and as he remained behind his bar we could only talk. Engaging in any "actio," was out of the question. Soon afterwards a second car arrived bringing Steve and Gina. After that, the first car arrived again with Eleanor, Mark and Al. We all went to see the reception set in the hotel's Function Room. The tables were still to be set out and it was explained that there would be a Top Table for just the six of us. Bride next to bridegroom, best man next to bride, bridesmaid next to bridegroom, bridegroom's mother next to best man and bride's father next to bridesmaid. Ralph looked very disappointed when he realised we would be at opposite ends of the table. "After the wedding breakfast shoot in the morning, we will be shooting a scene at the evening disco," explained Al. "That will be in the afternoon and into the evening if necessary. OK, everybody back to the House. You can stay here Ralph, we're done for the day," The cars were waiting and we were soon driving back the way I had arrived that morning. I was taken back to my dressing room and undressed until completely naked, except for my beautiful DD breasts. I was given my fluffy robe to wear and when I tied the belt, I really loved the shape that they gave me. Alex was there and said, "which room have they given you, Victoria?" "This one," I said. "No, not which dressing room, silly, which bedroom did they put your stuff in?" "Stuff, what stuff?" "The clothes and things you brought with you this morning." "I didn't bring anything this morning," I said. "I didn't know I had to." "OK, wait here," she said, "I'll go and find out." After ten minutes, she returned with a room key. She explained that the main members of the cast were staying at the house, which was a sort of hotel cum health spa when it was not hired out for filming. All except Ralph and Al who were staying at the hotel where we were going to shoot the Reception scenes. She gave me the key for Room 10 and asked if I would mind staying in my female role for the rest of my time with them. That was an offer I could not refuse, fully dressed and professionally made-up for two full days and no questions asked - heaven. She looked pleased. "I thought you would say yes," she said. She then explained that they had no male clothes to fit me on the site, but they had a second wardrobe of "reserve," clothes for Mrs de Silva, which were deemed not suitable for the settings of the film and so were not going to be used for shooting. "I've asked for them all to be put in the wardrobes in room 10," she said, "you'll just have to look through them and try to find something you like." We went back to Makeup and the ladies removed everything. "Victoria is staying in character for all of her time here," she explained, "so can you will have to give her instructions." The ladies told me that I could not sleep in my breast forms and showed me how to remove, clean and reapply them. They gave me a set of foam forms to wear at night under my nightdress. My face was cleaned and moisturised and a lightweight foundation was applied with a basic make up and eye shadow, enough to "last 'til bedtime," they said. I was given another more natural lip gloss in very pale pink that gave my lips a little colour but with lots of shine and moisture. "OK," said Alex "let's go to Room 10, find you something to wear and go get something to eat, I'm starving." We went to the room. It was decorated in a very ornate style with two large wardrobes and chests of drawers, all with ornate curved fronts. The bed was also very ornate with heavy deep red coverings which matched the carpet. To the side of one of the wardrobes was a door. Through it was a dressing room with two more wardrobes, and beyond that a bathroom with a large oval bath with centre taps, a walk-in wet room shower, a double basin set with enormous mirrors above it, bidet and loo. The whole suite of rooms looked pristine with not a thing out of place and it as though no-one had been there at all for some time. Tentatively, I opened the door of the largest wardrobe. It was filled with clothes, female clothes. At this end there were coats and jackets. One caught my eye immediately. It was a maroon long leather coat, flared from the waist with a fur collar and cuffs. It felt and smelled fabulous. I closed the door. The look on my face must have said it all. There were four large wardrobes, each filled with a large selection of clothes. Coats and jackets in one, dresses in another, skirts and blouses in the third and shoes in the fourth along with all sorts of accessories. I opened one of the lower drawers in the two chests. It was filled with knickers. The one above with bras, the one below with suspender belts and corsets. I sat on the bed with my head swimming. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought," I said to Alex. "You just sit there and I'll find you something," she said. When she had finished I was wearing a Leopard print balconette bra ("If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em," she said) and matching knickers, a "smooths-everything-out shape-wear slip," and a gold bodycon short- sleeved dress with darker gold, shaped side panels and a rather low neckline which finished just above my breast forms. I had a wide black patent belt, done up tight, around my waist and a matching pair of patent stiletto heels with peep toes and nude hold-ups. A Chanel black dog-tooth jacket and black patent bag completed the outfit. "Here, put these on," she said, handing me a pair of heavy gold hoop earrings, a gold cuff bracelet and an oversized gold-faced watch on a black patent strap. She gave me with a blond wig in the same shade as earlier, but this one was with just below shoulder-length with large curls which framed my face. "You look hot, Mr da Silva would not be able to keep his hands off you," said Alex with a smile, "if he wasn't 6 feet under." "But don't you think that this outfit is a bit OTT just for an after work meal?" I said. "When you do anything "off set", you have to impress the rest of the cast and make them believe that you are Victoria da Silva, that way they will treat you with respect at all times. Just wait here and I'll change too. I'm in room 23, its just across the hall." She was back in 10 minutes. Gone was the tee shirt and jeans. She was wearing a black PVC short, straight skirt and thick, smooth black tights with a semi-see through leopard print oversized shirt over a black bra-let style top and carrying a very large dark brown bag which matched her leopard print suede stiletto ankle boots. Her hair was tied into the highest, tightest ponytail I had ever seen. She looked stunning. The restaurant of the hotel was being used as a staff canteen, and it was the best canteen I had ever been to. The hotel menu was on offer and we ate small portions of some excellent food and shared a bottle of wine. I told her what had happened with Ralph in the car on the way to the hotel and Alex told me that Ralph had discovered that he was bi- sexual and his wife had left him some years ago. He had looked round for several years to find another partner but was so guilty about his past he could never finally make it with anyone. I wondered why he had not picked someone like Alex, and she explained that he did not go for girlfriends who had undergone full sex reassignment surgery and preferred those who still had all there "original fittings." I was amazed again, and had to ask if she was talking about herself. She told me that she was originally Alexander and had undergone full SRS in her twenties and was now Alexia or just Alex, a full time girl for ever. Then it was Alex's turn to quiz me. I explained that I had been in the closet as a CD for many years and had only recently taken the step of being out in public, realising that when dressed in female clothes, I was submissive and Bi. I had been, by chance, in a Club when Ralph had passed by and had not really taken what he said seriously, but now that I was here and had seen what was happening, I realised that he was very serious. The problem was that I was very inexperienced in matters transsexual. I had only been out a few times and had no sexual experience of any kind except as a man with women. I explained also that I had taken some online sexual orientation tests which had indicated that I was really transgender and that I should really like men, or at least people with dicks, but as I had no experience, I could not say which I preferred, men or T-girls. My experience with Ralph in the back of the car today was the first time I had held someone's dick let alone kissed one. Alex asked if I had liked the experience and I replied that I was very excited and I couldn't wait for the next time, but that I didn't know how far it could go because I had a very small pussy. Alex asked me how I knew that and I said that I had experimented with plugs and dildos, but could only get the smallest ones I had inside, and I now knew just how large a real man's cock was, having handled Ralphs. At that point a strange look passed across Alex's face, and we continued the conversation but about the film. I was surprised to learn that Eleanor was also a TS, although like Alex she had full SRS surgery. Both the guys Steve and Mark were heterosexual, but so far, no-one knew about Gina and she wasn't saying, but Alex suspected she was Bi. Alex was a bit thin on the film's plot, but that it was "definitely not Porno," she said. It was an attempt to make a serious film which just happened to have TS people in it as well as straight ones. At that point she said it was time for bed because we had an early start tomorrow - 8.00 am in Makeup, but there would be time for breakfast before shooting began. We left and went back up the main staircase to our rooms. At my door Alex said that she might have something to help with my small pussy problem. She told me to go in and get ready for bed and she would come and see me again in half an hour. I went in, took off the jacket and looked in the mirror. Now I was totally different to how I looked earlier. The wide belt pulled in my waist which made my breasts seem rather too large for my frame. I turned sideways and looked at my profile and how far my breasts stuck out. Rather too far I concluded, or may be it was just the tightness of the gold bodycon dress and the height of the stiletto heels. I stuck my bottom out a bit to see if that would compensate and then I realised that I was looking at a reflection of the sort of girl my mother always warned me about, and that's when my little clitty started to twitch again. I went to the drawers and opened them until I came to one filled with nightdresses. They all seemed to be either very short and see-through or just short and see-through. I opened the forth wardrobe door and on the side opposite the shoes, in the miscellaneous section, there were several long nightdress and peignoir sets. I chose a long black floaty semi-transparent gown with a fitted top and shoestring straps and a matching long sleeved peignoir. I got undressed and put away the clothes. The nightdress was slashed from under the bust to the waist and had a ribbon-tie to do it up. I undid the ribbon and stepped into the gown, pulling the straps over my shoulders. It was not easy to do up with my DD forms always seeming to be in the way, but I got there eventually and put on the peignoir which did up with a matching ribbon- tie. Then I noticed on the floor of the wardrobe, matching ostrich- feather mules. I slipped my feet into them, closed the wardrobe door and looked again in the mirror. I was still in full make-up with jewellery. The breast forms now looked even bigger and I could see that the gown was not so semi-transparent as I thought, but nearly as see through as the short ones in the drawer, so much so, that you could see the nipples of the breast forms sticking out. There was a quiet knock at the door. I opened it a crack and looked out. It was Alex in a furry dressing gown. "Wow, Victoria!" she said when she got inside. "Stop saying that," I said, "I know I don't really look like that!" "We need to have a serious chat," she said. "You might not think that it's true, but I can see that it is, and, if you need more evidence, Ralph can't keep his hands off you and he's a full red-blooded male. Anyway, I have brought something to help with your little problem. If you don't want to use it, I'll understand, but if you give it a go and practise, I think it will do the trick." And with that she untied her dressing gown belt to reveal her body, naked except for a black smooth small cock-shaped dildo emerging from her pussy. I sat down hard on the bed. "It's double-ended," she explained, "one end is inside me now and it has a small bulge on top which stimulates where my clitoris should be, if I had one, but that's where I am most sensitive on the outside. I have to wear a special harness to hold it in position, which is in my pocket, but you won't notice that, you'll only get the delicious feeling of the head pushing inside you. Look, it even has balls," she said pointing at two bulges below the shaft." I didn't move, just sat on the bed. She came over. "Touch it, just touch it," she said, "it feels like real skin!" I touched the tip with my finger. It was true, it did feel like real flesh, just a bit colder. I wrapped my fingers round it, like I had done just six hours earlier with Ralph. My nails dug in a little as I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I was hooked. She put on the harness and gave me a condom. "I don't think I'm going to get pregnant on the first date," I said smiling. "Its for hygiene, silly," she said, "after all, you don't know where its been before, do you, and you won't know where Ralph's cock has been if you give him the chance to do this to you either!" "Do you really thing he wants to fuck me?" I said to Alex. "From what you have told me, he would have done you right there in the car if there had been time!" said Alex. "Now, take the wrapper off and I'll show you how to put it on." "I already know," I said, "after all, I was a man once!" "OK," she said, "but we girls do it differently!" I took it out of the foil wrapper and went to put it on her dick. "No!" she said, "it goes in your mouth." I looked surprised, but she showed me how to put it in my mouth with the rolled part between my teeth and my lips and the teat inside my mouth. "Now," she said, "go to suck my dick and roll it down my shaft. Every time, go a little further down until its completely unrolled. You can roll the last bit down with your fingers if my cock is a bit too long." I lowered my head towards her cock and made contact with the head. It felt just the same as in the car that afternoon. I pushed it into my mouth a little further and it made my lips bulge out until it dropped over the head of the dick. I pulled back a little and my lips bulged again, then I went forward, collecting the rolled rubber and slowly pushing it down the shaft with every successive bob of my head. What was really sexy for me was that the heavy hoop earrings I was wearing rubbed across my cheeks at every bob. When it was almost to the bottom, I could feel the end of the dick touching the back of my throat and so reached up with my hand to complete the job. Alex raised me to my feet and kissed my lips gently, feeling for my clitty through the folds of my nightdress. "I can feel that you really liked that," she said, "and don't tell me you didn't, 'cos the hardness of your clitty tells me differently." All I could whisper was, "Yes!" "What position would you like Ralph to fuck you in," she asked suddenly! "I hadn't really thought that far ahead," I said, "do you have any idea what he would like?" "No," she said, "but I guess most men get off on doggie, it puts them in sole charge, but its very deep thrusting and I don't think it would be a good position to start in. You should go for missionary." She slowly slid me back onto the bed until just my legs hung over the side. I looked down and saw her raising the hem of my nightdress until it was above my waist, revealing my small bit very hard clit. She opened a tube of lubricant and spread it all along the shaft of her dildo. "I hope that you like Black Cock," she said, "'Cos that what your going to get, Slut!" I lay back on the bed as she raised both my legs onto her shoulders and moved forward, bracing her knees on the side of the bed. I could feel the teat of the condom brushing against my skin. I looked up and saw my reflection looking back at me from the mirror on the ceiling and saw and simultaneously felt the tip of her cock against my pussy. I watched, fascinated as I was seeing everything I could feel. She pushed against the hole, slowly increasing the pressure little by little, stretching me slowly. Then she backed off and came again. I could feel my hole opening, slowly, slowly. Then more pressure. I felt stretched and stretched. The pressure was building and then, almost without warning the bulbous tip was inside me. I gave a little gasp of excitement, and then she pulled slowly out again. "No, no," I said, "don't stop, I really need you to fuck me now!" "My, my, you really are a little slut, aren't you," she said, smiling, "it's no use blushing, I was only coming out so you could get used to being opened up, but if that;s what you want..." She put the tip of the cock back in again, slowly, slowly until the head was stretching me open and was again inside me. This time she did not stop but, in one continuous stroke, pushed it all inside me until it was buried in my pussy to the hilt with the balls pressing on my sissy bottom. I let out a shriek of both pain and pleasure. She held it there hard and said, "this is how Ralph will fuck you, only he won't stop like this, he will keep fucking you and fucking you 'til he fills you full of his spunk. It doesn't matter how much you plead, he will keep fucking you 'til he comes! You have to be ready!" And with that she let go of my ankles and leant forwards until she was lying full length on top of me and kissed me deeply, tonguing the inside of my mouth. Her hands were on my breasts and my hands found her arse and were holding her deep inside me. The kiss was broken. "Move your legs out and wrap them around my back. Your going to get the best fucking a girl can get, and you're going to watch it all in the mirror up there. I'm going to fuck you 'til you come - no hands, and then I might go and get the next bigger size cock and see how easily you can take that one." She fucked me without stopping for 10 minutes and came twice, The second time she came I felt something strange and when she pulled out, I found I had come also. She turned me over. "On your hands and knees," she ordered, "you're gonna take it like a bitch!" and with that, she threw my nightdress over my head, grabbed my hips and began again to push inside me. This time, when she was deep inside, she began to thrust. "Come on, Slut, push back onto my cock. Fuck my dick," she said and with that she stopped moving. I had to rock myself backwards and forwards, fucking myself on her dick. As I did so, my breasts were swaying and pulling at my chest wall with each thrust, making my nipples tingle and my cock twitch. Within a few minutes I was coming again, fully this time, and so was she! We collapsed in a heap on the bed. "If you have no experienced with cocks, Victoria," she said, "I can't wait until you do have some, you'll be awesome. You're the best fuck I have had in years!" We tidied up, took off our make up and jewellery, I took off my breast forms and cleaned them. I replaced them with the foam ones, took off the peignoir and we both slept together in my bed. Me, looking and feeling like a well fucked, middle aged lady in my sexy see-through nightdress and Alex, sleeping nude, like my toy-boy lover (apart from the long red hair and bald, fucked pussy). I woke with the sun streaming in through a gap in the curtains. The clock said 7.03. I sat up in bed and thought about last night. It all seemed like a dream, but as I slid my hand down between my legs, I could still feel where I had been "assaulted," by her black cock. I climbed out of bed, put on my peignoir and slippers, and switched on the kettle. It boiled slowly so I had the teapot ready and the milk from the fridge and into the cup before it was hot. The tea was made, but still too hot to drink. Whilst I waited, I opened the wardrobe and looked for something to wear. As I did there was a knock at the door and Alex came in. "Morning," she said and smiled a special smile. "I found this for you," she said, holding up a baby pink butt-plug, "its the same sort of size as the dick that had you last night. If you wear it today, by tonight you should be ready for his bigger brother!" "I don't think that that's a good idea," I said, "I've never worn one before and what if someone should find out?" "Its none of their business, and in any case, what if Ralph wants to give you a good fucking, you'll have to be ready!" The thought of Ralph's cock filled me with lust and my clit started to twitch. Alex obviously worked out what was happening to me. "See," she said, "you know I'm right. What we need to do is find something for you to wear that keeps everything in place, or have you already started looking!" she said, seeing the open wardrobe doors." "Yes," I said, but not for that. "OK," she said, "go take a shower and I'll pick something suitable out. I'll leave them on the bed, just get dressed and I'll come back and put the plug in for you. Just try wearing it for breakfast. If you're not happy, we can take it out." I went and showered, then, using the bidet douched my pussy carefully, leaving the nightdress and peignoir on the hook behind the shower room door. I got dried and went into the dressing room, cleaned my chest and glued on my silicone breast-forms Back into the bedroom, there on the bed were my clothes for the day. I looked for the bra. There was no bra. I found a black thong and put it on. It was very tight and shaped to hold me in at the front. Next to it was what looked like a swimsuit, cut low at the back but full at the front with a high neck. The neck was held closed by two small red buttons at the back. I undid them and slid my legs through the opening and pulled it up. The legs were cut high matching the thong, but I was able to tuck myself away because the crotch was wide and tight. I positioned my forms into the cups, pulled it up around my neck and did up the two buttons at the back with difficulty. Next were a pair of black leather jeans. The leather was soft, like butter and its surface was a little shiny. I slid down the zipper which was at the side and pushed my legs inside. Then I noticed that the bottom of each leg was another zip. I unzipped these and found my foot could more easily slide down. The jeans were cut high on the waist and fastened with a small hook and eye on the right side. The zipper just pulled up past my hips. There was a leopard print belt, also red, and a pair of red leopard print stiletto ankle boots. I picked up one of the boots and noticed it had a back zip. I put each one on in turn did up the zips, followed by the leg zips on the trousers. When I stood up, I found that the heels were so narrow it was difficult to stand. They were truly stilettos. At that moment Alex came back wearing jeans and a T shirt. "Wow," she said, "All right, I take it back, I didn't say wow, honest." "I can't walk round like this all day," I said, "I'll be cold." "Oh, I forgot to give you the jacket," she said, "but let's put the plug in first." I was still sceptical, but decided to go along with it. "Unzip your pants and kneel on the bed." she said. I unzipped and she pulled them down slightly. Moving the crotch of my top and thong aside from behind, she lubricated finger and slowly eased it into my hole. I felt her massage my prostate. "How's that feel?" she said. "Ohhh," was all I could say. A second finger went in alongside the first. She tried for a third, but I was too tight. Slowly I felt them being removed. Then the cold sensation of something much smoother trying to force its way in. It was cold and I winced. "Does it still hurt," she sounded concerned. "I was afraid I was too enthusiastic last night," she said. "No, its just cold. I didn't think something small and plastic would be that cold," I said. "Just relax," she said as she slowly eased it in some more. It felt so big I thought I was going to split in half, but then it passed through the opening and was inside me. She replaced the string of my thong so that it lay between my cheeks and then the gusset of my top. "OK," she said, "do up your zip and see how you like it." I stood up and pulled up the jeans. The zip was still difficult to do up, but was better than before. "Now," she said, "where is the belt?" I hadn't noticed the belt loops before, but it was clear that the belt had been made to fit them. It was a very wide belt which made it look like I had a very defined waist. She went to the wardrobe and took out a matching short black leather jacket. I put it on. The bottom came just below the top of the belt. "Try walking a bit," she said. I stepped forward, and immediately felt the weight of the plug pulling down inside my pussy, which made my clit twitch. "It feels like its going to fall out and in any case, I can't wear it all day," I said, "I'll be so horny that if I don't cum, I will spend the day wanting to be fucked by the first cock I see." "That's the idea," she said, grinning. "See how you go 'til after breakfast, if you think its gonna be a problem we think again" We left the room and I walked gently down the corridor. I was walking with the top of my legs together, trying to stop it falling out, my stilettos "clicking," on the wooden floor. "It makes you walk incredibly sexily," said Alex. "They say stilettos make you walk sexy, but stilettos and a plug worn together are so sexy they should have a health warning!" "I'm just trying to stop it falling out," I said. "How can a small pink plug be so heavy?" "Oh, sorry, change of plan," said Alex. "I substituted a shiny metal plug for the pink one, that's why its heavier, but it does have a pretty pink sparkly jewel at the bottom and I thought that you might like the weight." "You minx," I said, "just wait 'til I get you back to the room!" A smile spread over Alex's face as she blew me a kiss. As we walked, she said, "It won't fall out, not past the thong, the crotch of your top and the leather pants, so just relax and let it do its work. It will open you up a bit 'cos the smallest part is a bit bigger than the pink one anyway, which is why I chose it." I tried to relax, as she suggested and now, as the plug warmed to the heat of my body, I forgot it was there, except for the weight of it, which made me feel that there was someone constantly playing with me. We had breakfast as I sat somewhat uncomfortably on a restaurant chair. We had completely forgotten the time and so we had to go straight to Makeup. I was made up and dressed again in the formal Mother-of-the-Bridegroom dress and jacket. I somehow felt more at home in the outfit, may be I was just getti