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City Girl
Suggestion:
"City Girl" is a follow up to "The Dream" (also on this forum). "The
Dream" is a prequel and tells how the story reached this point. I have
tried to make "City Girl" a story that can be read without having to read
"The Dream" first, but for those of you who would like the full
explanation, I suggest that you do read "The Dream" first, then meet me
here later for more adventures with Victoria in the city.
Chapter 1 - The Flat
Staring out of the window at the countryside as we drove along, I was
idly thinking that, if you had made it up, no-one would have believed
you. Here I was, sitting in a large, chauffeur-driven Mercedes with a
long-haired red-head trans-gender beauty next to me in the back.
"If it was written in a story, no-one would ever believe you!" I said,
thinking out loud.
"No-one would ever believe what?" asked Alex
"You know," I said, "what has happened in the last three months!"
"I suppose not," said Alex, "but it does happen. It happened with my
sex-change op. There I was, just plain old ordinary Alex, then three
months later, after the op, there I was Alex again too." She grinned!
"But I know what you mean, the new Alex was nothing like the old one. I
just thanked my parents for giving me a gender free name. I just moved
on and kept everything I could, the same. All I had to do was get the
"Mr" removed from stuff like my credit cards and off I went, Simples!"
She grinned again.
"Nothing ever fazes you does it?" I said.
"Not if I can help it!" she said.
The conversation stopped and soon we were driving through the city street
streets.
"Here we are, Ladies" said Ron, the driver, as he pulled up outside a
pair of ornate iron gates. Alex pressed a button on a control box she
took from her handbag, and the security gates swung slowly open. Ron
drove in and stopped in front of the garage doors.
We climbed out.
"Shall I come back for you later, Miss Alex?" asked Ron.
"Oh yes, that would be great," said Alex, "If you could! But I might be
some time, there will be lots to do."
"I'll go and see my sister, then," said Ron "she lives across town, but
just call me and I can be here in about half-an-hour, if the traffic's
OK."
He backed the car out and drove off, the gates closing behind him.
"Come on, open up," said Alex, "I can't wait to see your swanky new
flat."
The door was a white metallic, rather industrial style door, which
matched the two large garage doors it sat alongside. There were two,
heavy duty locks, one at the top of the door and another at the bottom.
Stepping inside we were in the corridor I remembered from the first visit
with Jake, the Agent. Now I noticed that, as well as the lift we had
used last time, there was also a second lift marked "Goods Only".
We called the passenger lift and I took Alex up to the eighth floor
penthouse, where we had begun the previous visit. She was wowed by the
views, the luxury of the bathroom and the three white leather sofas in
the living room. In the kitchen on the floor below, we found a package
in the middle of the worktop with the name "Mrs V da Silva" printed on
it. Inside was a large folder containing a set of instructions for the
property, and sets of key-pads to control its various hi-tech features.
We took the folder, and went and sat on the sofas in the penthouse.
"I'm gonna need a month of studying just to find out how to turn on the
toaster!" I said.
Alex was flicking through the various index sections and suddenly
screamed!
"Ahhhh! Its got an indoor swimming pool!" she said. "And a Jacuzzi!"
"Ohh! And a twenty seat cinema with surround sound, a cocktail bar, a gym
and a formal dining room for twenty people!
My mouth fell open!
"They never showed me any of that on my visit!" I said.
"AND, A STAFF OF THREE PEOPLE!" cried Alex.
"OK, OK no need to shout," I said, "but where are they all, then, this
staff?"
"There's a gardener, a maintenance guy and a housekeeper, it says here,
so they probably aren't here all the time, anyway," said Alex.
Just then, we both heard the sound of the lift moving.
"Did you lock the door when we came in?" I hissed at Alex.
"It locks its-self!" she hissed back. "According to the manual, anyway!"
The lift noise stopped.
We walked round to look at the lift indicators.
"Shall I call the Police?" I said.
"It's not this lift," said Alex, not answering my question, "look it's
still on this floor where we left it!"
"It must be the Goods Lift then," I said.
"Well, you can't see it from here, there's no exit for the goods lift on
this floor."
We went down the stairs and found, on the floor below, in the kitchen, a
slim middle-aged lady in a very smart uniform, who introduced herself as
Anne.
"I suppose you are the Housekeeper?" said Alex.
"Yes Madam," she said, frostily, backing away to the other side of the
kitchen "and who might you be? I've been watching you on the CCTV since
you arrived, but you have a key and don't seem like burglars, but just so
you know, I have an alarm panic button here and George the gardener can
be here within two minutes if I push it, and the police will be following
close behind!"
"Well," continued Alex, "I don't think there will be any need for that.
I'm Alex, and this is Victoria, that is to say, Mrs da Silva, the new
tenant!"
"Oh, thank goodness," she said, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr Gavin
said you would be coming today, but when it got so late, I thought he
might have got it wrong! Welcome, welcome to Manon Towers both of you.
Will you both be staying the night? I have made up all the beds, but not
in the Master Suite, we are waiting for the fitters to come and replace
the mattress on the bed, I'm not happy with the way it looks. It is a
new mattress and it should be perfect."
"Wow," I said, "so much information! Er, are you staying, Alex?"
"I hadn't thought." said Alex, "but I don't see why not, I have nothing
on tonight, and Ron can always collect me in the morning on his way back
to the Manor."
"That's settled then," I said.
"There I one problem," said Anne.
"There is food for breakfasts, but no arrangements have been made for
other meals as yet. I believe the former tenant was intending to bring
her own chef, Madam, do you have a chef yourself?"
"Er - no!" I said laughing. "Nor am I likely to have either, and, by the
way, we are all on first name terms around here, I am Victoria, Vicky to
my friends and Alex is just Alex!"
"Very well, Madam, so should I just call you "Mistress Victoria" and
"Mistress Alex"?"
"Just drop the "Mistress" thing and we will be fine," I said, "don't you
agree Alex?"
"Too right," said Alex, "Mistress Alex makes me sound like some sort of
Dominatrix!"
We burst into fits of giggles, but I don't think Anne understood the
joke!
We said that we would go out into the city to eat and that Anne should go
home whenever she liked and could come back in the morning, but not too
early. We left using the rather smart front entrance and found a Chinese
restaurant within a few minutes walk. We were both rather hungry and ate
the meal quickly, arriving back at the flat after only an hour.
"What shall we do now?" I said as we let ourselves back inside.
"Find our rooms, then go and explore!" said Alex. "I can't wait to see
the pool!"
"OK, let's go!"
Alex had bedroom 3 which was near the gym on the sixth floor. I had
bedroom 2, which had an interconnecting door to the second sitting room
and so was like a mini-suite within the complex. Each room was
individually decorated and themed. Alex's room was in a somewhat girly
boudoir style, featuring pink and drapery, whereas bedroom 2 was more
austere, but still opulent, furnished in a midnight blue and gold colour
scheme.
We met back upstairs in the penthouse to report on our rooms, and Alex
said that she had found a plan of the various floors in the back of the
folder. So following the map, we made our voyage of discovery. The pool
was in the basement and although it was below ground, it was surrounded
by a garden of exotic plants, so that it was impossible to see the
outside wall of the house. The Ceiling was painted to look like the sky
and on the end walls, there were painted murals, making it seem as though
one were somewhere in ancient Greece or Rome. On the opposite side of
the corridor was the door to the Cinema, which had large comfortable
looking armchair style seating, each with its own table for drinks or
popcorn.
Further along the same corridor were two doors marked "Store" and one
marked "Control Room". The stores contained what looked like Cinema
stuff in the first one, spare chairs and electronic parts for the
projector and what looked like large computer hard drives, probably
holding the various films. The second was obviously the pool equipment
store. On the opposite side of the corridor was the pool changing room
and the Passenger lift entrance. At the far end of the corridor was a
final door. On the plan Alex was holding, the space beyond was not
named, and the door was locked. Although we tried all the keys I had
been given, none fitted the lock.
"Must be another storeroom," said Alex. "Shall we try the goods lift?"
"OK, if we must," I said.
We went up one floor in the goods lift, which was just like the passenger
lift, except the floor was a metal plate rather than luxuriously thick
carpet. We found ourselves on the ground floor, next to the Garage.
"The garage is massive," I said to Alex, "you could get at least four
cars in there."
"Not at the moment," said Alex, pushing the inner door open, "look!"
I looked inside and found it was filled with at least ten large
palletised cardboard cartons.
"W...T...F," I said, incredulous, "these weren't here when I came last
time!"
"No?" said Alex, looking at the labels on the outside of the boxes, "I
should think not, 'cos these are what the guys delivered on Monday.
"You mean..... " I said.
"Yes!" said Alex "These are all Mrs da Silva's clothes! I was wondering
where they had put them!"
"There can't all be her clothes, not so many, surely not?"
"Er.... your clothes, I think," said Alex, "well they are now!"
"But.... but!"
"Not now, Victoria, we'll talk to Anne in the morning, there are still
lots more floors to go!"
We went back out of the garage and into the hallway. Doors led off to
the Main Entrance and to the Sauna and there was a door marked "Store
Room". It was empty, but had doors inside marked "Boiler Room" and
"Basement Stairwell".
Up one more floor.
"I recognise this," said Alex, "its my bedroom floor. We don't need to
see this, there's a gym with a full set of stuff, and an office room, but
no computers or anything, but there is an internet connection. Lets go
up again."
The next floor was the kitchen, where we had met Anne, but there was a
smaller bedroom with en-suite, a linen store, a bathroom and the massive
dining room with a large twenty-seater table.
Up again and we were back in the Penthouse.
"Wow!" said Alex. "What a place! Justin said it was good, but not this
good!"
"But you still haven't seen it all," I said.
Alex looked quizzical!
"What's at the top of the spiral staircase?"
"O M G," she said, "I forgot. The Master Suite!"
She raced up the stairs, with me following behind. I had seen it before,
of course, when I was shown around by Jake.
"Is this the one with the revolving panels?" she shouted down the stairs.
"Yes, yes," I sighed back, "it is!"
I climbed to the top of the stairs but she was already gone. I could
hear her in the rooms behind the bed, opening and closing doors and
drawers and turning the lighting system on and off in the bathroom.
"You'll have no problem storing all those clothes," she said, "you've got
"His 'n' Hers" walk in wardrobes back there and nobody to use the "His"
side."
"OK, can I say "Wow" now please?"
"Not 'til you've seen the Roof Garden!" I replied.
"Oh God, there's not still more, is there?"
"Yes, up there," I said, "we never went up there during the visit so I
haven't seen it either!"
We went up to the roof. The spiral stairs opened into a plant-filled
glass room. Like a greenhouse only larger. There were a pair of sliding
glass doors which we opened and stepped out onto the outside roof area.
It was a little cool so late in the evening, but it offered 360? views of
the city and with the concealed lighting, the planting of exotic looking
shrubs and plants, it made you feel as though you were in a secluded
villa in the countryside, and because we were a little way outside the
city centre, the roof was not overlooked.
In the corner was a large free-standing hot-tub and in another, a small
bar area, with its own counters and refrigerators. Scattered around the
other areas, and concealed by the plantings , were discretely placed sun-
loungers and sunshades, as well as tables and chairs in a variety of
sizes, all covered now, against the weather.
We went back through the Conservatory and down again to the lounge.
"Can I say "Wow" now, p-l-e-e-e-a-s-e!" whined Alex.
"OK."
"WOW," she screamed.
"Happy now?"
She nodded.
"I'm not going in to work tomorrow," she said, "I'm going to stay here
and help you unpack, if that's alright!"
"Sure," I said. "I was hoping you would!"
And with that we wished each other goodnight, and went to our bedrooms.
After a morning cup of tea, brought to us both by Anne and breakfast, we
spent the rest of the morning unpacking the various boxes. Alex was in
the Garage with a sharp knife, given to her by George, and was attacking
the strapping around the boxes. Anne was in the bedroom carefully
putting things away in the most appropriate places, whilst I was ferrying
to and fro in the lift with a couple of linen trolleys, piled high with
the most exquisite clothes. There were only three shipping boxes left to
open when we stopped for lunch.
"What's left then?" I said to Alex whilst we were tidying up a bit and
Anne was preparing lunch.
"I think its shoes and boots in one of the large boxes, lingerie and
nightwear in the other, and, -um- miscellaneous in the last," she said.
"Miscellaneous?" I queried
"Er, its the latex wardrobe you bought in Athens!" said Alex. "I opened
it about an hour in, but thought we'd better leave it 'til last. Just in
case."
"Just in case... what?" I said.
"Well, what are we going to tell Anne?" she hissed.
"Tell her?" I said.
"Yes, I mean, you haven't seen it have you?"
Well, yes I have actually, I wore it on the ship, if you remember!"
"But you didn't see most of it, only the two outfits you wore!"
"Yes, so.... ?"
"Some of the other stuff is, well.... unusual!"
"What do you mean "unusual"?"
At that moment Anne told us lunch was ready. She had made a tasty soup
served with crusty bread, and a fruit smoothie to wash it down.
"I was wondering," she said, "if I might ask, Miss....sorry, Victoria."
"Yes, of course," I said.
"Well, Mr Gavin told me that you were an actress, and that you made
"exotic" films. It's just that, well, so far, I haven't seen many exotic
clothes. You have so many beautiful clothes, just like I would expect
for a film star, but nothing "exotic" and no shoes or lingerie either."
"What were you actually expecting then?" asked Alex before I could say
anything.
"Well, you know, maybe some revealing outfits with splits everywhere,
raunchy stuff, I suppose, lots of Lycra or feathers or sequins, but so
far I haven't seen anything like that, but I've left a space in the "His"
section just in case."
"Well you won't be disappointed, then," said Alex, we have just three
boxes left, Shoes, Lingerie and "Exotic Stuff"!"
Anne cleared away the plates with a triumphant smile!
"Now you've gone and done it," I whispered, "I was going to unpack the
"Exotic" stuff later, after she'd gone home, now we'll have to do it this
afternoon. She'll flip when she sees it, I bet, if its as risqu? as you
say! How will we explain it to Gavin, when she leaves!"
"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it then, I suppose!"
We began again, first with the shoes and boots. This time I went into
the wardrobe spaces to see just what Anne had been doing with all the
stuff.
"First I had it all arranged by colour," she said, "but then I thought it
would be better to put all the same things together, skirts together,
then pants and leggings, then dresses and so on, arranged by colour, so,"
she said, flinging open a door "so there you have it!"
I saw a rack of skirts, arranged by length, but in colour groups,
starting on the left with white mini's, through knee length then to full
length. Next to them, pink ones, arranged similarly, and so on down to
black at the far end!
"I hope you approve," she said anxiously.
"I do, I do," I said, "I never would have thought of doing it that way,
but it looks great."
"And here we have a space for shoes," she said, turning and opening the
doors behind us, "I will arrange them the same way, but by colour and
heel height."
I goggled, a whole wardrobe fitted out with shoe racks.
When you bring up the lingerie, we still have all the space here to
fill," she said, indicating the space in the wardrobe to the right of the
shoes, "and lots of drawer space too for stockings, tights and knickers!"
I was amazed at the space available, and must have looked amazed, because
she said, "Er, you do wear knickers don't you, Miss.... er... Victoria?"
"Oh yes," I said after a few moments pause, "well usually!" and I smiled.
This time she got the joke!
"Well, go on, bring them in," she chided, "we haven't got all day!"
I brought in the trolley, and she began unpacking the boxes, cooing at
the quality and style of each pair.
"We can store the boxes downstairs in case you need them later," she
said.
I returned to Alex with a trolley full of empty boxes.
"I thought you were lost," she joked, "how's Anne?"
"I think she's getting the hang of us, now." I smiled.
After three more trolley loads of shoes, it was the turn of lingerie and
nightwear. Anne had decided that the smaller wardrobes in the main
bedroom should hold a small selection of items suitable for wearing
daily, for each week, so it would not be necessary to look through all
the wardrobe space every day. There were also drawers fitted inside to
hold a selection of underwear and stockings for the week, too.
Finally, we came to the moment where the only large box left to unpack
was the one with the Greek Latex inside. Alex opened it. There were
mountains of silver boxes in a range of different shapes and sizes, all
sealed with stickers put on whilst we were in Athens. But some had
obviously been opened, and I realised that these contained the clothes I
had worn on our visit to the BDSM club and the last night dinner on the
ship. My clit gave an involuntary twitch as I remembered what had
happened to us.
"Well," I thought, "if Anne wants to see exotic, she'd better be ready
for these!"
I took the trolley full of the first set of boxes to the lift.
"Good Luck!" shouted Alex after me.
When I pushed it into the wardrobe, Anne was gone. She called me from
the wardrobe on the other side of the bathroom.
"I left a completely empty wardrobe space in here," she explained, "is
that your exotic stuff?"
"Er.. yes," I said. "These boxes have already been opened," I said
pointing to the ones on top, "but I don't really know what is in the
others because we took delivery of them on the ship and they were packed
away and I haven't really seen them since, am I making any sense?"
"No - not at all," she said, "shall we just open them up and see what's
in there, that would be far simpler."
I detected, I thought, a note of excitement in her voice, rather than the
trepidation I had expected. Could it actually be that she was excited to
see the really sexy stuff in my wardrobe rather than the beautiful but
mundane clothes we had already unpacked?
She opened the first box. It was the black latex dress I wore to the
club. Her face was a picture, she was trying to hide a smile, but not
very effectively. I decided to take the plunge.
"What do you think of it?" I asked.
"Is it... it's... it's," she stuttered, almost not daring to say the
word, "is it.... latex?"
"Yes," I said, "and it is supposed to be the very finest quality from
Amsterdam!"
"I thought you said it came from Greece?" she said.
"Yes, it did, but it was designed and made in Amsterdam, they just
happened to have a shop in Athens."
"But its got no.... I mean, it doesn't cover your.... there's no....!"
"There is a sort of bra-top that goes with it that covers the breasts,
you just wear this over the top." I said, anticipating the question. She
looked relieved!
"It feels really... and it smells really.... gosh, its really heavy!" she
said. "I'll hang it up!"
"OK," I said, "do you want me to stay and help. I don't know what is in
all these boxes, because the staff in the shop chose these outfits for
me, but I think you will find that the boxes with each outfit are
numbered so you will know what goes with what to make each one complete!"
"Thank you Miss.. er.. Victoria, I am sure I can work it out, please go
and take down these empty shoe boxes bring the next load of full ones, I
will be fine."
I went back down to Alex.
"How's it going?" she asked worriedly.
"I don't really know," I said. "The first box we opened had the dress I
wore on our night out and you could tell it was a bit of a shock, well,
no, actually it was a surprise, she wasn't shocked, in fact she was more
fascinated than shocked. You know, I think she might actually rather
like the idea of latex. I might have got it all wrong, of course,
but...."
"Mmmmm," said Alex, "but what do you think she will say when she finds
out we a pair of T-girls?"
A strange feeling came over me at that moment and we both fell silent.
It lasted for what seemed like ages, then Alex said, "You'd better get
the second load upstairs or she'll think we've run away!"
I went in with the second load, not knowing what I would find.
"Put them down there," said Anne breezily, "how many more loads will
there be?"
"Er, two more I think, then we are done!"
"Good, off you go then, no time to waste!" she said.
The next two loads of boxes of "Exotic" clothes were delivered as though
it was an everyday occurrence for someone to be filling your wardrobe
with thousands of pounds worth of the most expensive latex designs. I
was instructed to take the empty latex boxes back down to the store room
"out of the way", and the remaining shoe boxes too. I was also
instructed to go and help Alex tidy up in the garage and then we could
meet up and discuss matters further in the Kitchen.
We trooped back upstairs, having finished our "chores", and met Anne in
the kitchen. There was a tray with small sandwiches and dainty cakes
waiting and Anne was making tea.
"Go through into the bedroom next door," she said, "I have had it set up
as a breakfast room. The big dining room is OK for functions, but who
wants to sit at a twenty seater table with just three people for
afternoon tea, that is, if you will permit me to join you?"
"Great idea," I said, "then you can tell us all about everything. We
didn't really have time to talk before."
"Then I'll have to go," said Alex. "I don't know what happens when I'm
not there, it's one crisis after another. Ron is coming for me at 3.45,
so I'll have to hurry, its 3 now!"
We drank our tea, ate the sandwiches and cakes and chatted of this and
that - small talk. Then Alex went and left the two of us alone.
"Why did you take this job, Anne," I said. "You are obviously an
intelligent woman. I'm sure that you could do much better than working
as a housekeeper!"
"Its convenient," said Anne, "I only live a short bus ride away. The job
was originally advertised as a "live-in" and this should have been my
room, next to the kitchen, but I prefer to be at home really, and the
work is easy, a bit of cleaning and tidying up, a bit of cooking and
laundry, I could do it in my sleep, and it gets me out of the house too!"
"Mmmmmmm!" I said thoughtfully.
"But," she went on, "what really made me take it was that I was going to
be working for a film star, you know, the glamour of it all!"
"Oh," I said "you thought you were getting a famous American, and you got
me instead."
"Well, a blessing in disguise, if you ask me!" she said.
"How's that work?" I asked.
"She," said Anne, "was supposed to be a bit difficult to work for, and
she had her own staff with "special needs", whatever they were. Then, Mr
Gavin tells me its all off, she's not coming, and I thought I'd be out of
a job I'd only just started. But then you turn up, a few days before I
was sacked and its all back on again! Last Friday was supposed to be my
last day, 'til you took the place. Its only three months, I know, but
that will be just great for me, it'll give me time to find something
else, if I have to."
"Oh," I said, "well it's actually it's three months, minimum, and after
that I could extend it for longer. I believe that it could be for as
much as two years, I think that was the original deal!"
She beamed. "I really hope so," she said, "to think, two years looking
after that amazing wardrobe of yours.... how ever did you make enough
money and find the time to buy all those beautiful clothes?"
"Its a long story, but they aren't really mine, well, they are now, but I
was given them, as part of my wages for being in the film we've just
finished, that's why I was looking for somewhere different to live. I
couldn't really go back to my old place."
"Why was that?" asked Anne. "Wasn't it suitable now that your famous?"
"Oh, I'm not famous," I said, "well, not as far as I know, its just that
I've decided to live a different.....er....lifestyle," I said, swallowing
hard and thinking "Oh well, better to get it over with now, I suppose.
If she wants to quit when she finds out I'm a T-girl, better find out
sooner rather than later."
"A different lifestyle?" she looked at me quizzically.
"Yes, Anne, I've decided to live... well, I thought that a change to...
well, what I'm really trying to say is that... look, there's no easy way
to say this so I will just come straight out and tell you. I am not
actually a woman! I'm a T-girl, that is a man who is, well wants to be,
well may want to be,... well, a woman, but isn't quite sure yet."
"Oh yes?" she said, "But I knew you were "T" already, Gavin told me!"
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