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Chapter 11 - Flying South
"Well it's not my idea of a surprise party!" said Anne as we sat in the
breakfast room and ate afternoon tea, "I mean, being fucked by two people
you have never met before, tied-up, blindfolded, spanked, corseted, made
to suck cock, what sort of party is that?"
"The sort of parties I don't get invitations to!" said Alex, glumly.
"Nor me either," I said, picking up on Alex's light hearted reply. "I
think it's a bit greedy having three of them all to yourself when we can't
even find one between us."
"Anne has," said Alex, "it's a bit 'pot-calling-the-kettle-black' if you
ask me. Here we are, two gorgeous girls with no-one, and the one doing
the complaining is getting as much as she wants from her new boyfriend."
"Well if that's how you feel," said Anne indignantly, "just go out and
find some for yourself. It should be no problem, if you are as gorgeous
as you seem to think you are!"
"I could definitely fancy someone with the "assets" those black guys had,"
I said, "and they knew what to do with them too!"
"Right you two! For goodness sake! Just stop messing about! You are two
lovely looking girls, unattached, single girls. You are both working too
hard and not playing enough. If you were... no.... what should I say...
er... right, if you had been girls from the start of your lives, you would
have got all this out of your systems by now, but you are just going to
have to make up for lost time! Get yourselves dressed up! Wear
inappropriate clothes! Wear make-up that your parents wouldn't let you
out of the house in, but go anyway! Find out about your lives as girls!
Embrace your femininity! Seduce a few guys, persuade them to "sow their
wild oats with you" and for Christ's sake, get it all out of your systems,
then maybe we can have a bit of peace around here!"
"Yes, mum!" we chorused, and burst into fits of giggles.
Anne left in a huff to do the washing up.
"You know, I think she's right," said Alex, when we were alone, "we never
go out to enjoy ourselves. Even when we went to the club, it was to find
out about Ainsworth and his wife. We've always got some constraint or
other when we go out. Why don't we just go out one night, just for the
hell of it. Just enjoy ourselves and see what we can do!"
"Sounds fine by me," I said, "I fancy a good night out!"
We discussed where to go and eventually decided that we needed to go to a
place where our sexuality would not be an issue. Alex said that there
were areas of the city which were not safe for any girl, but others
where, if we found someone we fancied, they would not be too surprised to
find out that we were Trans.
"And I've go something else to tell you," said Alex.
"Something to tell me?" I said. "Now you're worrying me!"
"Worrying you? No, it's nothing like that! It's just that....!"
"Well?"
"Well, you'll be getting a letter soon."
"A letter?"
"Yes, from the Company PR Department, about the film!
"Oh, God! I knew it was all a big mistake!"
"A mistake? What do you mean?"
"They want the money back don't they! Well they can't have it all,
because I've spent some of it?"
"No, nothing like that, silly. It's your invitation to the Premier."
"The Premier, what Premier?" I asked.
"The Premier! Of the film! The Film Premier, you know, the first showing
of the film for the press and the media. You know the Red Carpet and all
that! Come on Victoria you must know about Film Premiers!"
"You mean?.... There's going to be.... did you say a Red Carpet?" I
gasped.
"Yes, you'll be getting a Cast Pass with a 'plus one.' You will have an
arrival time and there'll be a meet and greet in the Foyer with the
sponsors and an after-screening-party which you will have to attend."
"A Red Carpet.... !" I said again.
"Don't get too excited, it's only in small 'Arty' cinema in the
backstreets of London. Nothing very grand!"
"But it's still a Red Carpet?"
"Yes, it's still a red carpet. It will only be about 5 yards long that's
all. Again nothing too grand!"
"Will there be... photographers?" I asked. "And Fans!"
"Well, there will maybe a few photographers, but as to fans, well, I don't
really think there will be many, there are no mega-stars in it, you know!"
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Cindy asked me to call into the office that Tuesday afternoon for a chat
after my treatments were finished. Naomi was there with Stella and Jesse
who, I remembered, owned high end boutiques in the city.
"Hello Victoria, come in and sit down," said Cindy, "we have something we
need to discuss with you! Don't look so worried, it's something good,
well we think so, don't we, ladies!"
There was general nodding and agreement around the room.
"You know our deal, the one we agreed at he start of all this?"
"Yes."
"Well, we think that you are ready for us to start the final stage. Carl
has taken lots of photos as you have gone through all the stages of the
process, and when we look back at how you were on that first day when you
came here with Anne, we all think that you are almost unrecognisably.
Look!"
She held up two photos. One showed a gawky individual with poor make-up,
a bad wig and mismatched clothes, slumped in a chair in Cindy's reception.
The other a confident, well dressed, smart woman in her 30's with a sharp
haircut.
"Which do you prefer?" she asked.
"Is that really me?" I asked.
"Yes, this first one is from just four months or so ago," she said, "and
now look at you!"
"I hadn't really thought," I said, "I have just got on with what you told
me to do! I didn't really 'do' anything! Gosh, I look really bad in that
first one and I thought I looked OK back then!"
"You did look OK," said Cindy, "but we knew that there was some "unused
potential" there. It was Anne who spotted it the first day you arrived.
Don't you sometimes see women in the street who, with just a bit of effort
could look really stunning? I see them all the time! With a new haircut,
some updated make-up and a new top or skirt, they could be a real knock-
out. Anyway, we are all very pleased at what we have managed to do
between us. So now we want you to help us to make it possible for others
to have what you have got."
"Oh, your new salon," I said, "I think it's a great idea!"
"We," she said, indicating Stella and Jesse too, "are going into this as a
joint venture. I am providing the treatments, Stella and Jesse will be
doing the fashion and Toni will be coming in with the hair styling of
course. We are looking for suitable premises at the moment, but that
won;t take long. We have found somewhere that is right but just need to
tie up the paperwork. That just leaves us to do the publicity, and that's
where you come in!"
"I thought that those photos you have there," I said pointing at the stack
of photos Cindy had on her desk, "was what this was all about. Don't you
have enough?"
"Oh yes, there are enough for the brochure we are doing here about the
transformation services, but we think we can do more, in fact, lots more."
"We know," said Stella, taking up the conversation, "that many girls like
you begin their dressing by buying clothes from budget stores, charity
shops and the like, then, when they want to move on, find it difficult to
move up to more stylish looks. There are lots of fetish stores who cater
for that side of the market, but we think that there is a space for us in
the more normal, everyday but higher quality clothing area. Still a
stylish and well groomed look, but aimed at the different body-shapes you
girls have. Some clothes made for genetic female shapes look really good
on less shapely girls, but you have to know which they are. It's easy for
us to see, but not someone who is not used to doing it."
"Yes, I can see that," I said, "I made some mistakes, lots of mistakes
actually, before I worked out what to do and I'm still not sure I get it
right!"
"So you see, in addition to what Cindy will be doing, we want to do the
same for TG clothes and fashion too!" went on Stella.
"That's good," I said, "but I don't see where I come in to all this!"
"We want to shoot some photos of you wearing typical clothes that show off
a girl with a slender frame and a good figure, but a girl who is Trans.
We could find lots of models. female models with a boyish frame, who have
the right measurements, but they would not be authentic. You are, and you
and Cindy have done such a good job that now is exactly the right time to
go ahead, that is, if you are up for it?"
"Well, yes," I said, "I suppose so, the only thing is that I have a date
coming up in about six weeks which could get in the way."
"No, we want it all finished in the next month, so that won't be a
problem."
"OK then, what do you want me to do?"
"I have," said Jesse, "a small villa in the south of France. What we want
to do is to go there and take lots of photos of you and a few other girls,
in some fashions for the coming seasons. Causal clothes, beachwear,
occasion wear, lingerie and nightwear, you know the sort of stuff, then,
when Cindy opens the new salon, we can, between us, offer everything a
girl needs, including styling and clothes buying guidance. We will be
employing a stylist to analyse each of our clients and guide them through
what to do to make them look their best."
"So you see," said Cindy, "you will be able to come through the door of
the new Salon on your first day with us looking like this," she said,
holding up my first photo, "and leave a few weeks later looking like
that," she said holding up the second one!
There was a silence. The ladies looking self satisfied, and me looking
stunned.
"How long will it all take?" I asked finally.
"Oh, we'll just need you for just a week or so for the photos, then you
just leave the rest to us. We need to get on with things though, time is
short and it always takes longer that you think! We were actually
thinking of asking Anne to come in and do the styling, We could do it
between us, but there are lots of other things to be getting on with and
in any case, Anne will do a better job that we could ever do, Do you
think she would be up for it?"
"I don't know, but I could ask her when I get home?"
"That would be great, and if she's reluctant, try and persuade her,
because we really are short of time to find someone else as good as she
is!"
"I need to talk to all of you about something as well," I said, taking the
bull by the horns. "It's... well... you know that I was in a film before
I came here, in fact, that's how I first managed to come here to the city,
with what I was paid. Well, the film is finished now and there's going to
be a premier in London! I really need you to help me get ready. I've
never been to a film premier before and now I will have to walk down the
Red Carpet. I was really excited when Alex told me, but now, the more I
think about it, I really don't know what to wear or anything. Will you
all help me, please?"
"I think we might be able to come up with something, don't you think
ladies?" said Cindy smiling. There was nodding and general agreement.
"You leave it all to us. I'll have a chat with Anne about it later.
You'll be looking like a million dollars on that Red Carpet. Just wait
and see! When is it?"
"I don't know, I haven't had a letter yet, who knows. I just hope there
will be time enough to get myself organised!"
"Don't worry," she said, "just leave everything to Aunty Cindy and your
Fairy Godmothers!"
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"Phone!"
"Victoria, phone!"
"V-i-c-t-o-r-i-a , p-h-o-o-o-o-o-n-e!"
It was Anne calling after me as I went upstairs. There were phones all
around the flat, all of them portable handsets, but you just never seemed
to be near one when it was for you.
"Why don't people just call my mobile?" I thought. "It would save so much
time." But then, I wasn't carrying my mobile with me in either, so it
wouldn't have helped.
Anne and I had been in the kitchen discussing the Film Premier which was,
mercifully, still three months away. I was trying to persuade her to come
as my "plus one," but she said I should find a "nice man" to go with. I
had seen seen little of Anne since I had persuaded her to go on the
fashion shoot with us, not that she had taken much persuading!
She had been closeted with Cindy, Jesse, Stella and the rest of the staff
for what seemed like months, but in reality, it was just a week or two.
"Planning and planning and more planning!" was what she said the last time
I had seen her. Whenever I asked her what was happening or how it was
going, all she would say was "Hush, Hush!" or "Mum's the word or "nearly
there!"
I went back to the kitchen.
"It's Cindy!" mouthed Anne, handing me the phone.
"Hi Cindy, what's up?"
"No, really?"
"I don't know, I'll have to ask!"
"Well, no, I don't suppose so!"
"Of course we will be there, won't we Anne?"
"Friday? Yeah, what time?"
"OMG, that early?
"OK - we'll be there!"
"What on earth was all that about?" asked Anne.
"It's the photo shoot," I said, "it had to be brought forward. We go this
Friday. All meet at Cindy's Salon at 7.00 - that's 7.00 am!"
"Oh and it's not Jesse's villa in France, it's been changed. It's now in
some place called Granada! That's Spain isn't it?"
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We had to get up at 5.30 that Friday morning! We had been running around
for three days finalising everything and I was shot, even though I had
been in bed at some insanely early time. I just couldn't sleep at all.
Anne was, of course, just her normal happy self.
We had a small breakfast, just some toast and coffee, then strolled
through the rather quieter than normal city streets. Fortunately, the
weather was fine, if a little cold, but then again, it was early.
Anne was dressed for travelling in a lightweight suit and flat shoes, but
I was told just to come in casual clothes as we would be changing at
Cindy's. Our personal bags had been collected the evening before, so we
both had just hand luggage.
"When did you know about all this?" I asked her as we walked round to
Cindy's.
"Just when you did!" she replied. "I knew that Cindy had her heart set on
a location she said would be perfect and that Jesse's villa was the
reserve. It's not really big enough so we would have had to stay off site
and travel there every day. She said that she just couldn't get a space
for all of us at the right time and at the right price for her number one
choice, but she never told me where it actually was. Still, Spain,
France, or wherever, it doesn't really matter, I am sure you will all look
just lovely wherever it is!"
Cindy was waiting by the side door to let us in and we were exactly on
time as the clock on the church down the street was just starting to chime
as we arrived.
"Hi, girls," she said brightly, "come in, the others are waiting!" We
went upstairs in the goods lift and found Cindy's office packed with
people. Cindy called for quite and apologised, saying that we now had got
her first choice for the photo shoot due to a late cancellation, but as a
result, it was all a bit of a rush.
"Now," she said, "you girls go with your mentors down into the salon and
get ready, I will be here making some last minute checks with Anne and her
assistants. We will join you downstairs soon. Be quite sure, no ifs no
buts, we all have to be out of here dressed and ready by 9.30, otherwise
we will miss the flight!"
"What's all this about?" Ella, I said. "What's all the rushing about
for?"
"We have to be at the airport at 10.00 to get the flight, and all you
girls have to be made up and dressed before then!" she said.
"But we are made up and dressed now!" I said. "Aren't we Gemma?"
"You have to have make-up for the photo shoot and clothes to match," said
Ella, "there's photos of you to be taken at the airport before you go and
when you arrive, so we'll have to do a "touch-up" on the plane before we
arrive. It's going to be a busy day"!
So we were primped and preened, dressed and bussed ready to leave at 9.15.
At 9.25, we all got into a fleet of taxis for the short trip to the
airport. There were six models in all, divided into three teams of two.
Heather, the salon manager was in charge and each team had there own
leader. Ours was Ella, one of Cindy's stylists with Emma as her
assistant. I was partnered with Gemma, a petite redhead with a figure to
die for. Three taxis took a team, with Anne's team in a fourth one and
Cindy, her PA Naomi and her assistants in taxi number 5 at the rear.
We were whisked away into a private lounge having had photos taken
standing outside the Departures Hall, and at the check-in desks, and with
all our baggage, and with the porters who took it away for us. We were
all happy just to sit and chill for a moment or two. I could now see who
was in the other two teams. One was two extremely tall girls, very thin,
model thin in fact, one brunette who looked somewhat exotic with pale
brown skin and almond shaped eyes and one blond, obviously Scandinavian in
origin with hair that was almost white. The second team was again a
brunette and a blond, but this time the brunette had African origin
somewhere in her past, whilst the hair of the other girl was a yellow
blond colour. Both were of normal height and what would be referred to a
plus sized. They were all striking girls in their way, but not beauties.
That just left the two of us.
"Victoria?" said Gemma, questioningly.
"Yes," I said.
"I was told that this was a photo-shoot for a new beauty salon!"
"Yes," I said, "it is!"
"A beauty salon," she went on, "for... you know.. er.. trans.. er.. men
who want to be women!"
"Yes," I said, "it is, sort of!"
"...and they also told me that at least two of the models would be.. er..
trans too."
"Well, if that's what Cindy said, that's what it will be. She always
tells it like it is, in my experience," I said.
"But that's just it," she went on. "Can you tell which of those four
girls is trans? I can't, maybe she changed her mind!"
She did have a point. They all looked equally stunningly female.
"Maybe she couldn't get anyone she liked," I said. "It must be difficult
to find the right people. There can't be that many trans models
available!"
"That would be such a shame," she said "to open a salon for the trans
community and to advertise it with pictures only of real girls."
"Hmmm," I said, "well there will be one, at least."
"Oh, which one do you think it is?" she asked.
"Well," I said, nervously, "it's me!"
There was a long silence.
"That's two then," she said eventually, "because I'm 'T' too!"
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We sat next to each other on the plane. We were travelling business
class, which meant we had extra space, most welcomed for the two tall
girls in our party. I shot the occasional glance at Gemma. Could she
really have once been a man? No-one would ever know. Apart from the fact
that she could be no more than 5' 6" tall, she had such a petite frame
with small shoulders. I supposed her hair was coloured, whose wasn't
these days, but it looked such a natural shade of red and went well with
her pale complexion. I looked at her shape. Her breasts were big, as
were her hips. How could this woman ever have been a man?
"How long does it take to fly to the south of Spain?" I asked her after a
couple of hours.
"The south of Spain?" she said. "I don't really know, why do you ask?"
"Well, we've been going for two hours and thirty eight minutes now, it
can't be much longer!"
"The south of Spain?" she said again, questioningly. "You think we are
going to the south of Spain!"
"Yes," I said, "that's what Cindy told me. 'The shoot will now be in
Granada' is what she said. I looked it up, it has a Moorish palace and
it's in the south of Spain."
"Oh, My!" said Gemma, "are you in for a shock! We aren't going to the
south of Spain at all!"
"Has it been changed again, then?" I said. "And no-one bothered to tell
me!"
"No," she said, "it's not been changed, it's Grenada we are going to.
Gren-a-da" she said, sounding out each syllable, "not Gran-ar-da. Grenada
is a tropical island in the Caribbean!"
She was right. Sure enough, ten hours later after a change of flight in
Martinique, we touched down at Maurice Bishop International Airport in
Grenada.
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