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Playing Away - Part I - The Name Game "This is your entire fault Malcolm," James told his friend. "We've booked the holiday and got all the match tickets and you had to ruin it!" Malcolm had indeed thrown the firework onto the pitch after England scored their last goal. The Police had caught them on CCTV and now James, his girlfriend Helen and Malcolm were banned from seeing England play. Not only that but they were banned from travelling up to two weeks before and during any England away game. They would have to surrender their passports to the nearest Police station. Dreams of going to Greece and the final qualifying game that would get England to the World Cup finals had been dashed. "Look dude I'm sorry but Natalie broke up with me last week and I was kind of feeling a bit disconnected with the world. You know she was the world to me!" "I know you loved her and she treated you like shit," James replied. "I was hoping you breaking up with her would have brought you back to reality not sent you off the edge." James had never liked Natalie and indeed the feeling had been mutual. Natalie used to boss Malcolm around and tell him what he could and couldn't do and when he could do it. It was like he was on a chain that she would yank whenever it pleased her. Natalie had been Malcolm's first and only girlfriend though and he'd had a tough time getting dates with women before he'd met Natalie. It was partially his size and partially that he lacked confidence with the opposite sex. They usually saw how desperate he was and they ran a mile. James knew he should have been pleased for Malcolm when he finally got a girlfriend, but the past month of having to deal with an overconfident bitch like her had set his teeth on edge. He knew that he shouldn't be happy that she had chucked Malcolm, but he was. "Look I said I'm sorry. Can you sell the tickets and the flights online? I'm sure that we can get a reasonable amount back for them," Malcolm replied. "I don't know what I can do to make it up to you." "I'm sure I'll think of something. Now you need to move on and clear out all that junk that bitch left at your place," James told his friend. "She wasn't a bitch." Malcolm still defended her automatically even though she'd just left him. "Yes she was, and she treated you like a slave. You deserve someone better mate." James tried to smooth it over with his friend, but Natalie had been Malcolm's first and you never completely got over your first love. At school Malcolm had been teased about his weight and he'd had confidence issues in the past. That only made the firework incident even more out of character. "Look can we drop the subject," Malcolm pleaded. James decided to lay off in sympathy for his friend. "Alright, but you're going to have to make this up to me and sort your head out," James concluded. ************************************************************************ "Dude I think I've found a way to get us to the final game," James told his friend Malcolm two days later in the pub. It was called Rent-a-Self and it purported to be able to rent out an entire disguise and personality for the space of two weeks. That gave them just enough time for them to go over, see the game and spend a relaxing week in July at a Greek coastal resort. He'd hit the jackpot. It was expensive but it would be worth it to go out to the final game that would see England get to the World Cup. If he could sell Natalie's ticket online then he thought they'd have enough. He looked down the names of the various people that he could be based on details for each of them in like height, weight and sex. From the options available he selected Alex Warren for himself, Jules Clark for Malcolm and Jean Simmons for Helen and then clicked buy. "Really? Have you got us some dodgy passports or something?" Malcolm asked. "Cos I've heard that they have face recognition software at passport control now." "It's better than that. They are whole disguise suits that turn you into someone else, passport included. I've rented one for each of us. You get to be Julian Clark," James told him. "Cool, when do they come? We already have the tickets for the holiday flights and the games so we need them soon," Malcolm replied. "I've arranged for them to come the day before we leave," James told him confidently. ************************************************************************ "I'm going to kill him!" Malcolm said as he looked through his suitcase and found the passport. He read the document again, hoping it would change. It still said 'Julia Clark' on it and not 'Julian Clark'. The clothing contained within the suitcase was also entirely female. There were even a couple of bikinis in with all the other clothes. Malcolm decided to look at the 'disguise' in a bit more detail. There was no way that he would be able to look like anything but a bad drag artist in this flesh coloured suit. From what he could see the suit had a nice large pair of tits on it and lovely flowing blonde locks on it. Still, there was no way. He picked up the phone and rang James. "You're a useless piece of shit!" he yelled down the phone at James. "You went and bought me a female disguise." "It's worse that than Malcolm," James replied. "I got them all wrong. Turns out Alex Warren is actually Alexandra Warren and Jean Simmons is a male disguise." "Then the whole thing is off and we're not going to be able to see the games after all," Malcolm told him. "Steady on. Just because I screwed up a little doesn't mean we can't go. After all I spent a ton on these disguises and they'll certainly fool passport control. We'd also be wasting the tickets." "Look, I'm not going to go to Greece as some bad drag act," Malcolm told him firmly down the phone. "These disguises mate. They really are extremely good. Helen's already in hers and if I didn't know already I would think she was a man. The electronics in the suit mean she can even make her fake dick get erect. The instructions on mine say that the tits and the vag are sensitive too. They are really professional things." "I don't want a fully functional vagina James. Not unless I'm fucking it that is. You really fucked up here." Malcolm put the phone down hard. He really wanted to go and see the matches but now he was going to denied that. He sat for a while on his bed sulking, he didn't have long to make his mind up. ************************************************************************ Helen watched as James put on his disguise. It felt strange not having her boobs on display in front of her. They were currently bound up inside the manly chest of the Jean suit which had also added some inches to her waist to make her figure straighter and less curvy. The short dark hair atop of the mask felt so much lighter than her usual mane of blond curls, which she had had to sacrifice to the scissors to be able to fit the mask over her head. They'd looked at the possibility of trying on each other's suits, but in the end it had proven impossible. It wasn't just because James was taller than Helen, though that was the major issue. The penis in the Jean suit extended further inside the suit than the external part. It almost seemed that there was an internal penis connected to the external one that fitted in a woman's vagina. There was no way that James could accommodate that. The breasts on the Alex suit were complete and the hips and bum were also padded such that there was no way that Helen would be able to put it on without looking ridiculous. So in the end they had concluded that they would have to use the suits that were designed for their own bodies. James had already fitted the waist nipper around his middle with Helen's help to tighten it up as fully as possible. He was now easing himself into the suit one leg at a time, trying to ensure that he left no bubbles of air behind. She wasn't sure that she should be looking as he tucked his willy into whatever pouch was inside the suit to hold it in, but it was the last time that she would see it for the next two weeks and she kind of wanted to see it one last time before it disappeared within the crotch of the fake Alexandra Warren. He pulled the suit up further and started to put his arms into the front of the suit and line up the boobs over his own nipples. Helen was astonished at the detail on these suits. The vagina, now clearly on display at the front of the suit was so detailed and lifelike. James had finished putting his hands into the suit and Helen went over to help him line up the fingers to his own. "You're doing well honey. Nearly there," she said. Her voice came out much lower than she'd expected. There was some voice changer thing in the neck of the mask that gave her voice a more masculine timbre to it. The nails that James had on his hands were long and well manicured. It would take him a while to get used to them she suspected. Helen moved round to James back and located the zipper that would seal him into his femininity for the next two weeks. James had done the honours for her in zipping her into her new male form, now she returned the favour to him. Having finished zipping him in, she went round to his front and inspected the result. Below the neck James was now all woman, just as she now looked like a rather short but handsome black haired man. "Put the mask on. I want to see the finished product," Helen told him in her manly voice. She watched as he retrieved the mask from the bed complete with flowing long locks of dark brown almost black hair and slipped it over his face. The handsome man who she loved was now completely gone and was replaced by a 5'8" woman with glorious locks of dark hair. This was going to be really weird for the next two weeks, but despite that she had a strange tingling sensation in her stomach of excitement. Her man was now a sexy woman. She took a little peek downwards and was surprised to see that her new penis was responding to seeing her boyfriend this way. There was something exciting about this deception and she was getting turned on inside her vagina. The electronics in her suit were taking the signals of her own wetness and transferring them to the lifelike penis. "How do I look?" James said in a high soprano voice to her. He was still her boyfriend, but at the same time he was someone else. It was different, but she wouldn't be cheating on him. She moved over to where he'd started to admire himself in the mirror and reached around him to start fondling his breasts. She'd fondled her own in the past, but it was never the same as James fondling them. She wondered if it would have the same effect on him. James soprano voice started to moan softly as she massaged away and she knew that it was indeed having the desired effect. "You look sexy Alex," she replied in her male countertenor, which would have been a contralto if she was still a woman. She massaged his breasts for a bit longer but she was used to letting James be the one in control of her. She realised that she wasn't sure what to do next, and not even sure if she should go further. Her nether regions were saying otherwise. The whole disguise aspect was turning her on and that was still being transmitted to her fake penis. It was now fully erect and pointing into the backside of her man in his disguise. He, no she turned around to face Helen. She couldn't even get the pronouns straight, let alone her thoughts and emotions. "I'm not ready for this Helen," James as Alex said to her. "I understand," she replied softly in her new voice. His hard nipples said otherwise but she didn't want to press the point. Things were all too strange and delicate at the moment. "You'd better get used to calling me Jean though and get dressed." James grunted his acceptance and Helen moved away to go and look at getting on some clothes of her own. She found a pair of underpants and tried to put them on, struggling as her newfound dick was still at full mast. Alex started to get herself dressed in some simple clothes that would give her too many problems. What did James do when he was in the mood but she rebuffed him she wondered? Did he just wait until it went down? She pulled on a T shirt, some socks before trying to put on a pair of men's jeans. The tent pole in her underpants made it impossible to do the zip up. She was still horny and didn't know what to do. She could hardly finger herself whilst she was trapped in this man suit. What did men do? She knew the answer - they masturbated. She could hardly do that in front of James though so she headed into the bathroom. Once inside she locked the door and reached inside the open fly of her jeans to pull out her newfound cock from its underpants prison. The cock was now pushing through the fake foreskin and the helmet underneath was showing. She realised that it was bigger than James ever got. Someone obviously wanted to ensure that the suit wearer got the full experience. She'd given James a hand job or two in the past and so now she decided to give herself one. She put her right hand around her fake member and started to gently move it up and down. It felt kind of nice but kind of funny at the same time. She started to imagine that she was doing this to James dick whilst he was pleasuring her pussy with his fingers. It was about the sensation she was feeling, but not exactly. At the start it was just nice and pleasurable, but as she continued to pump her cock she could feel a tremendous build up in her suit. Something wanted to be released, something that would put her over the edge normally during clitoral stimulation and would make her orgasm. It felt strange yet somehow also slightly familiar. She pumped her new dick harder; she had to get that release and the quicker she did so the better. She wanted it badly now as she pumped and then suddenly the release came and so did she. Inside her suit she had the warm glow of an orgasm. Outside of the suit her cock jetted forth a white sticky substance that Helen assumed was what the suit pretended was a man's semen. The white substance shot across the room and landed partially on the tiled bathroom floor as well as onto the wall. Helen was still in the afterglow of her orgasm when she realised that she needed to have a pee. Her extra equipment was in retreat now, but the foreskin didn't seem to have gone back into the right place. She felt it shouldn't matter and was about to put the toilet seat down and sit to pee when she realised that now she had a penis. Now she could stand up to do her business, so she stood facing the toilet and let it flow. The whole thing was a disaster. Instead of a nice steady flow like a hose the damn thing sprayed the urine all over the place. She knew that men couldn't control their penises, but now that she had one, she couldn't control it either. She sighed as now she had two messes to clear up. When she finally came out of the toilet after having cleaned up after herself Helen noticed that James had managed to get dressed. He was now wearing one of his old grey T-Shirts that was two small for his new body and now he had to hold it down to make it even fit. James' new breasts were the cause of the problem of course, pulling the T-Shirt up and pulling it in tight where his chest area was. The old pair of cut-off shorts weren't much better as they too were really tight in the rear where the new padding in the suit had made his rear much more pronounced. "Alex dear, that will never do. We're going to need to give you a few tips on fashion and makeup before we let you loose on an unsuspecting world," Helen said in his now male voice. ************************************************************************ Malcolm's room was still a mess. He couldn't face getting rid of all the little things that Natalie had forgotten to take with her when she'd left after the row. Malcolm still didn't really understand what it was all about. Natalie had agreed to come with him to Greece and they'd bought all the tickets and everything, then she'd suddenly changed her mind had a row with him and left him. The sexy red lacy panties that he'd found under the bed reminded him of the last time they had made love before the terminal row. Natalie had come home from her work in the city in her short business skirt suit and had flicked her flaming red hair to the side as she put her purse on the sideboard. Malcolm's dick had grown on glimpsing the cleavage on display through the unbuttoned top of her white blouse. She'd come over to him purposely and wrapped herself around him and kissed him, the way she always did when she was going to make love to him. He'd wondered what she was wearing beneath her work clothes, and as they'd caressed and undressed he'd discovered the stay up stockings and the matching red lace bra and panty set. As usual she'd taken charge and she'd undressed him, revealing his engorged member and pushed him back onto the bed. It was probably then that the red panties had gotten knocked under the bed as she mounted him and straddled his dick. He'd massaged her lovely creamy white breasts from below as she grinded her groin against his. Malcolm had never had a huge cock, but it had always seemed to satisfy Natalie. She'd grunted and moaned with pleasure as her locks of burnt orange hair had danced up and down around her face. She was gone now and the little bits of her life that remained were still scattered around the house. Malcolm decided that he needed to at least tidy things up a bit before trying on the suit. He'd gotten most of the bits she'd left and put them all in a black plastic bin sack. They were mostly odd s and ends she'd missed when she'd packed her case after the row including a makeup bag that had been in the cupboard under the sink. Malcolm decided that perhaps that would come in useful so he didn't add that to the bin bag. The red lacy panties were no use at all since they were a size twelve and there was no way on earth they would fit him if he was going to do this. It was just as he was finishing his tidy up that he saw the note. It had fallen down off the mantelpiece behind the wood stack next to the fire. It simply said "Malcolm" on it in her boldfaced writing. Malcolm couldn't face dealing with it now, not when he was about to do something he dreaded and he decided to defer opening it, throwing the note in his suitcase instead. He couldn't yet brave opening up the 'Dear John' letter. Having completed his tidy up, Malcolm had decided that it was now or never with this crazy plan that James had concocted. He didn't like it one bit, but he desperately wanted to see the game and they'd already booked the holiday and the time off work. He had made the decision in his brain that if the suit worked he'd have to go through with it. If it made him look like some crazy drag act he would ring James and call the whole thing off. He had eventually gotten himself into the suit, but it hadn't been easy. He initially tried without the waist nipper, but when he pulled up the suit and tried to do it up; he found that it was impossible. He'd spent some time debating with himself whether being a woman for a week was worse than failing to go and see history be made. It was a tough decision, but he'd eventually reasoned how hard could it be to be a woman for a week? He was now starting to find that out. The waste nipper was constricting him and his penis was being held in a prison constricted in his nether regions. He'd hoped that being a woman was going to turn him into a super sexy babe, but he himself was not exactly svelte. As a result the suit had needed to make his alter ego more on the voluptuous side. The suit could do nothing about his broad shoulders and heavyset frame so it had to drastically make his hips seem wider to ensure that his shoulders were not too out of place. Eventually he had gotten everything in place and had after quite a struggle managed to get the zipper up his back and put the mask over his head. Malcolm padded around the room over to the suitcase and looked at the size on one of the dresses contained within. He knew that a UK woman's size 20 was on the large size, but he had to make do with what he had. At least he had a nice large size DD rack. He picked out a blue mini-dress with white spots on it and tried it on just to see what it was like. He walked to a room with a mirror and took a look. What he saw made him feel excited, then he felt really weird, so he took it off again. Without the dress he could once again see all his female flesh. He cupped both the boobies in his hands and was rewarded with a nice tingling sensation. This was going to the best thing ever having his own pair of tits to play with for a whole week, though it might be a bit weird. Malcolm looked down at the rest of his naked female body and a thought occurred to him. If the tits on the suit were sensitive, then surely the pussy would be the same? His suit had a little blond patch of pubic hair above the very realistic looking vagina. Malcolm reached down with his left hand and inserted one of his new feminine fingers into the fake pussy. It was moist in there, which was something that Malcolm hadn't expected. He inserted a second finger and began to feel around until he hit a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure right through him. He let out a sigh and was surprised when a feminine sound came out. He played with it some more, getting increasingly turned on and loving finger fucking his new self and hearing himself cry out as a woman. He couldn't stop himself now, the waves of pleasure going through to his dick were overwhelming until all of a sudden he came in a sudden torrent unlike any orgasm he'd ever had before. He knew that he should be trying on the clothes and getting used to acting like a woman, but the whole experience had just been so intense that Malcolm knew he couldn't stop now. He had another eight hours to play with himself before he had to get some sleep in for the early morning flight. Perhaps being a woman for a week could be fun. He had a beautiful rack and pussy to play with whenever he wanted now. ************************************************************************ James was feeling self conscious as they entered the departure terminal. He'd chosen a long flower patterned skirt that covered most of his legs and a pale green scoop necked top. He wanted to seem as much of a normal woman as possible to try and blend into the other passengers at the airport. Helen had decided to go in jeans and a T-shirt and was holding onto his arm for grim death. It seemed that she was feeling very protective of her boyfriend in his new female disguise and James was grateful for that. They'd agreed to meet Malcolm in the departure area and all check-in together, but as yet he'd not yet spotted his friend. Of course the difficulty was that he didn't know exactly what Malcolm would look like once he had his disguise on. Helen gave his hand a squeeze as they looked around to say to him that he was doing alright so far. The airport lounge was pretty packed with people and James had to start mentally going through all the people to see if he could spot Malcolm. The group of girls in matching T-Shirts going to Lanzarote he immediately discounted. The couples were and families were also taken out of his consideration. He was looking for a single female. Then he saw a curvier young woman with long dark hair looking around the airport. He nodded towards her and then led Helen in her male disguise over to where she was looking around. "Jules?" he asked hopefully. He didn't dare use Malcolm's real name. "No!" the woman replied. "Who are you?" "I'm terribly sorry to bother you. We were hoping to meet a friend of a friend," James apologised in his female voice. He led Helen away quickly. Then he saw her; a rather large blonde haired woman in turn up jeans, a spangled top with a denim jacket and heels swinging her hips like a hooker at the far end of the departure hall. There was no way in his mind that he hadn't located the right person this time and so he nodded in her direction for Helen's benefit. "Oh my God!" The man next to him said. It was going to be hard to get used to Helen being a man and him being a woman. "He's either going to get propositioned or searched as a smuggler at customs if he keeps that up," She added in a lower tone just for James' benefit. They walked over to where the blonde woman was mincing into the building. "Jules?" Helen beat him to it this time. The subject of the inquiry looked at them and preened her hair. "Yes, are you Helen and James then?" she replied in a rather pretty Mezzo-Soprano that belied her size. "Shhhh, you idiot. I'm Jean and this is Alex. You have to remember that Jules," Helen admonished the large blonde lady who was in fact really Malcolm Grant. James wondered if she would mention his lack of feminine mannerisms, but for now she didn't. James looked at Jules more closely and noted that her makeup was a mess. He'd been lucky as Helen had helped him with his makeup this morning, but Malcolm obviously had not had the same help. "I think Jules needs to fix her makeup," James said. Helen looked at the new girl and nodded. "Agreed, but I can't go into the ladies and help her," Helen as Jean replied. "No, I suppose not, but I'm no expert," James as Alex said quietly. "Alright, the disabled toilet single user only and lockable. We can go in there and hope that no one else wants to use it. You'll have to wait with the cases," Jean said in her male voice. It was still quite weird hearing her with a distinctly male voice. James waited outside the disabled toilet, guarding the cases and the entrance in case someone disabled came and really wanted to use it. He wasn't sure what he would say to anyone who did, but he kept a watch nonetheless. He spotted two oriental stewardesses walking confidently across the concourse in their Asiaair uniforms with white blouses underneath short blue skirts and blue jackets. Their two inch heels made a distinctive clicking sound on the floor and little James buried inside the suit got a distinctive boost at the sight. James wondered briefly if he looked that sexy and whether anyone else around the lounge was looking at him and fantasizing about sex with Alex. That made him even more nervous and he wished that Helen and Malcolm would hurry up. ************************************************************************ Helen decided that the best course of action was to remove everything that Malcolm had done to his face with make-up. He really had had no clue as to what went together and what was subtle. Bright red lips and blue eye shadow badly with an unsubtle layer of rouge on his cheeks just screamed bad transvestite. "I'm going to completely redo this. Hold still whilst I clean the old stuff off and watch what I do. First of all I'm going to put on a layer of foundation," Helen as Jean said. It was much easier removing his makeup without having long nails. Those too had had to be sacrificed for this trip. She washed off his old makeup using a paper towel in the toilet and the steadily applied some foundation all over his face. "This colour will give your face a more natural smooth look. With makeup it is better to more natural and subtle than not. If you go over the top you'll try for the look of a model and end up more like a prostitute. I really don't think that you want the latter," she said in her male voice. Malcolm as Julia kept still and watched what she was doing in the mirror in silence. Helen hoped that he was taking it all in. He'd only had a girlfriend for a month so she doubted that he'd ever stopped to think how a woman put on her face in the morning. As she continued to apply his makeup she was pleased to note that Malcolm was starting to ask questions. What shade of eye shadow went best with his new complexion? Should he wear makeup on the beach? How long would a makeup last without needing a repair? Helen answered all his questions as she continued to complete Jules' more subtle look. She was surprised that Malcolm had such a complete and thorough makeup kit in his bag. The one supplied to James with his suit and clothes had only had the basics in it that really hadn't been particularly useful. This one was a new top of the line range. Had Malcolm really gone out and bought this all himself? "You really went out of your way with all this?" Helen commented. Her voice still sounded much deeper than she was used to hearing. In a way she loved her new voice, her usual female voice was high and squeaky and she'd never liked hearing herself on their answer machine message. "Oh that," Jules replied. "Natalie left it behind when she left. I thought it might come in useful. Turns out it did." Helen had never really understood Natalie. She liked to think that she got on with everyone and that she was a real people person, but Natalie had always seemed distant to her. She had some high powered job in the city trading stocks or something like that. Helen had guessed that the male dominated environment there had changed her somehow, forced her to become harder and less personable. It wasn't that she hadn't tried to befriend Malcolm's girlfriend; she'd tried several times to strike up a conversation with her in the ladies. Every time she'd done it though, Helen had just received a short answer from the tall confident redheaded girl that had ended the conversation. With a high powered job in the city she could undoubtedly afford the newest and best products. "There all done. We'll do some more practice once we get to Greece. For the time being if I were you I'd try and be quiet and demure until we have a chance to teach you to be more ladylike. We still have to pass airport security." Julia nodded her head in response to Jean's suggestion as Helen started to pack away all the makeup back into its case. ************************************************************************ The check-in desk had a huge queue as usual. They moved slowly down, inching their way to the front of the queue and the smart looking middle aged lady behind the desk who looked down her glasses at them. Malcolm was very nervous but was glad he was wearing jeans, even if they were women's jeans. He'd have been ten times as nervous if he was wearing a skirt like James was. He looked at James who was holding onto her 'man's' arm whilst Jean was handing over the tickets and doing all the talking. Alex's long dark hair was beautiful and had a lustre to it that gave his friend in his fake suit a real sexiness that had he not been dressed so sensibly would have given rise to his own manliness. Malcolm didn't want to think of such things, but he couldn't help thinking of how sexy 'she' would look in a bikini. Malcolm had always liked women with big boobs, but now that he had them he saw that they really weren't that practical. His boobs weighed heavily on his chest and they were forcing him to take a different posture to prevent himself from overbalancing. Concentrating on that was hard enough, but he had to take his case and his hand bag as well as trying to walk more like a woman. After their conversation in the toilet Malcolm had taken Helen's advice to heart and had started watching how other women walked. He was rather regretting wearing heels now as on top of everything he had to watch where he put his feet less he tumble over. His observations of other women whilst he was in the queue had shown him that women placed their heels down first before the toe and kept their shoulders back to maintain their balance. He wanted to practice this but he couldn't whilst in the queue and getting their boarding passes. "And you madam. Can I see your passport?" the check-in girl asked. Malcolm ignored her, unused to being addressed so. "Madam I need to see your passport!" The check-in woman insisted more forcefully this time. Malcolm looked up realising that it was him that she was talking to. He was really struggling still with remembering that he was a woman now. Malcolm fished into his handbag and produced the passport that Rent-a-Self had provided him. The check-in woman scrutinised it quickly with the look of a hawk. "Thank you Miss Clark. I'm sorry but the flight is rather full today. I cannot put you all together. Miss Clark you'll be in the row behind I'm afraid," the check-in woman said as she weighed their cases and pushed them through on the conveyer belt. "Here are you boarding passes, have a nice flight," she said handing them over to Helen who was now the man of the group. Relieved of having to carry around his case, Malcolm followed his friends towards security and passport control. Malcolm decided to take the opportunity to practice walking in the heels, trying his best to copy how he had seen the other women do it. He started off by leaning back too far and he found it a bit like trying to balance two small footballs on his chest. Eventually as he approached the security queue he realised that he was overdoing it and he made the incline of his back less steep. His boobs now sat more naturally on his chest and he stood quietly behind his two friends who were holding hands ahead of him. As the queue moved forward Malcolm approached it with dread. Security not only X-rayed their hand luggage, but also they had to go through the metal detector machine themselves. What if the electronics in these suits that gave him those fantastic sensations in his tits and his fanny set the machine off? What about the waist nipper? Would they all be found out and arrested? Malcolm decided to let Helen and James go through first as he hung back. If they set the machine off then he could at least turn around and go home without being arrested and shamed as some weird transvestite. Alex removed her ladies watch and put it together with her pink hand luggage into the tray and moved up to the metal detector arch. Malcolm held his breath as she stepped through the arch and the thing beeped. Shit. We're going to get found out Malcolm was about to turn tail as Jean put her keys, wallet and coins into the bin together with his small rucksack. He'd have to put his handbag in the tray soon and there was only so much time for him to turn tail. The security woman stepped forward and used the hand sensor on Alex. It buzzed as it got to her head. Was there some electronics in the head that set it off? Maybe it was the voice changer? "Honey next time take your earrings off, they're too big and set the sensors off," he heard the woman say. Malcolm began to feel the tension in his body suddenly slide away and then he moved his hands up to his own ears to check what was in them. He felt the small studs that he'd put in the holes in his ears and hoped that they wouldn't set it off. Should he try and remove them? Helen disguised as Jean strode confidently through the machine without setting it off and then it was Malcolm's turn. He could feel the tension in his legs as he started to walk through the arch and then the unthinkable happened. He misplaced his heel and slipped falling sideways as his foot slipped away from him. So worried about the fall and trying to stop himself doing an injury to himself, Malcolm missed listening out for the tell-tale beep. Had he set the machine off? "Are you alright Miss?" A tall uniformed security guard came and helped 'her' to her feet. "Yes thanks," Malcolm squeaked back, her voice several tones higher than normal. He didn't like the idea of a security guard gripping his arm in that way, it was far too similar to how it would be if they arrested 'her'. As it was Malcolm had to accept the man's help in getting back up onto his feet. It was hard walking in heels, but next to impossible to stand back up in them without some sort of support. It was then that it happened. Malcolm felt the security guard give her a little pat on her rather ample behind. If he was a real woman Malcolm might have kicked up a fuss, but he was far too scared to complain or say anything. "No bones broken I think. Enjoy your flight," the security man said with a wink. Malcolm was both relieved (that he had not set off the sensor) and outraged (at the man touching him and flirting with him) but he hurried on through to pick up his handbag. "I think you should've practiced in heels before trying them," Jean said to him as they walked away from security into the waiting lounge. "It's a bit late now," he replied sulkily in his female voice. It was all well and good her saying that after the event. Then as they entered the main area Malcolm saw something that might solve the problem. The airport lounge had shops. Not just restaurants, sandwich shops and newsagents, but electronics, perfume shops and even clothes shops. "You wait there, I'm going shopping," he said as he started to move off towards the clothes shops. As his heels clicked on the floor he heard Jean comment to Alex. "I think Jules is getting the hang of being a woman. Go on, why don't you join her?" Malcolm went immediately to the small shoes selection at the back of the shop. There wasn't much choice there, but at least they had a pair of sensible women's sandals in his size. He sat down and took off his heels to try them on and was glad that they at least fitted him fairly well. The heels were beautiful and sexy and in a way he loved them, but Malcolm knew that for now they just weren't practical. When he got up to the payment queue he noticed Alex just ahead of him. She was holding what looked initially like several bras and panties in her hand, but when he looked closer he noticed that they were in fact bikinis. One of them even had the flag of St George on it. Not wanting to be the one who was unpatriotic, Malcolm went back into the store to look for one in his size. After all the cups would be supporting his new breasts at the same time as he was supporting the team! ************************************************************************ James knew that he shouldn't have had that second cup of coffee but he really needed something more to wash down the taste of the airline food. Now he had to use the lavatory on the plane and that was something he hated doing at the best of times. This he really didn't class as one of the best of times since he was now disguised as a rather dark haired sexy woman called Alex. What was worse was that Jean being the gentleman had given 'her' the window seat and he had to get Jean and the man on the seat by the aisle to get up to let him out. As he walked down the aisle he imagined all the men turning their heads looking at his sexy behind. He'd done it himself on more than one occasion when a sexy girl had passed him by on a plane when Helen wasn't looking so he knew that it was entirely probable. He'd always try to figure out if a girl was wearing panties or a thong when they walked by. He entered one of the small lavatories at the back of the plane and turned to close the door to find Jean behind her and coming into the room after 'her'. "Quick close the door before the stewardess sees me," Jean said. It was a real squeeze but Alex just managed to sit down on the loo and let Jean into the remaining space whilst they closed the door. "What do you think you're doing?" Alex whispered. "I thought we could join the mile high club," Jean answered. James was stunned. He'd always dreamed of joining that exclusive club, but he wasn't sure what to think of joining with their roles reversed. "I need to pee badly," Alex replied to 'her' man. It was true and it meant that he didn't have to think about the situation for a bit. "Go ahead, its nothing I haven't seen before," Jean said casually. Alex was forced to pull down his simple white panties and hitch up his skirt and try and do his business on the toilet. The plane loos were always disconcerting as the vacuum below the seat would always made a noise that made it sound like it lead directly out of the plane below. That combined with the fact that his penis was now trapped in a tube underneath him that lead to the urethra within his false vagina made going much harder. He wanted to go desperately but he found that it just wasn't coming out. "Need some help?" Jean said as she started lowering her trousers and then her boxer shorts revealing her false penis that was now fully erect. James pissed himself there and then, the stream coming fully out of his vagina into the bowl below him. Jean's fake penis still loomed large in front of him. There was not the room in the lavatory for him to get that far away from it and it was close enough that he could see the fake head coming through the foreskin. James was impressed by the realism of these suits, but somewhat frightened at seeing another man's dick this close up even it was a fake penis belonging to his girlfriend. "You'd better wipe yourself before we start," Jean said. She was right of course. He would shake his penis when he was a man and there was no need for wiping, but as a girl it was essential to avoid getting his panties wet when he put them back on. He did so and Jean slipped the panties off one of his legs so that she could raise Alex's legs up halfway up the toilet door behind her. James was now sitting on the toilet seat with his legs spread either side of his disguised girlfriend, showing the full glory of his dark haired pussy to the fake man in from or 'her'. Instead of putting her erect cock into him, Jean put two fingers inside him and felt around inside his fake vagina. "God you're dry. Doesn't this suit get wet inside like a real girl?" Jean asked perplexed. "I have no idea honey," Alex replied. "Let me try something," Jean whispered lifting the green scoop necked top a little and pulling down Alex's simple white patterned M&S bra to reveal the breasts beneath it. James had done a similar thing to Helen hundreds of times in the past when they were having sex and he realised that Helen was copying his moves. She moved her head down almost in slow motion to his left breast and the anticipation of her mouth sucking his sweet breasts sent his hidden penis into overdrive as if he started thinking of doing just that to Helen. The touch of her mouth onto his breast sent a wave of pleasure through the suit to his buried cock as Alex couldn't help but do a little squeal. Jean took 'his' mouth off 'her' breast. "You can't be noisy honey. We don't want to get caught," she said before she went back to his breasts, this time selecting the right one for the same treatment. The sensations began again and Alex was having trouble keeping his moans of pleasure low. His cock began to swell even more as he thought of fucking his sexy girlfriend who then moved two of her fingers of 'his' right hand into Alex's fake pussy. "That is much better honey. You're all wet and waiting just like a proper woman should be," Jean said taking 'his' mouth away from Alex's fake breast. With that Jean withdrew 'his' fingers and plunged his fake member within Alex. Alex nearly vocalised the sudden pleasure as Jean thrust 'himself' within her fake vagina and almost bit her tongue to stop herself. Jean began rhythmically pumping 'his' groin into 'hers' and the tiny electronics within the suit transferred the sensations to James' own hidden penis as though Jean was hitting his G-spot every time with every thrust that went into 'her'. James had never felt anything like it in his life. Normally when he had sex it was the climax itself when he came that gave him that sudden pleasure and release, but now he was getting that sensation quicker and longer. James couldn't pace himself like he normally would when he was screwing Helen to heighten her pleasure. It was all too much for him and his hidden penis shot its load within his vagina. Jean kept on pounding 'her' though. Clearly she had not yet come herself. James could still feel the pleasure centres being kicked off inside him even though his own penis was not shrinking back. It was nice yet weird at the same time. Then just when he was wondering how much longer they would be doing this Jean's thrusts became more and more urgent and 'she' sensed from the manly sounding grunts that 'he' was making that Helen had finally reached her orgasm. Jean withdrew his rather sticky penis from 'her' and wiped 'himself down with some tissues before tucking the fake and rapidly shrinking member back in her boxers and pulling up her jeans. Alex moved 'her' legs back down and got a tissue to wipe out the interior of 'her' fake privates. There was two loads of white sticky liquid in there and Alex had to fetch a second piece of tissue to finish the job. She then quickly pulled her panties back up and moved her bra and top back into position. "Now that was some holiday experience," Alex said breathlessly. It was two firsts in one go. The first time he'd had sex as a woman and the first time of having sex on a plane. "We'll need to go out one at a time," Jean said, slipping out the door. Alex quickly locked it again and started to just check 'herself' out in the mirror. Her hair was all mussed up, but Alex's bag was back at 'her' seat. Using 'her' long manicured nails, Alex did 'her' best to smooth out 'her' hair before she flushed and exited the toilet. Just outside in the galley was one of the stewardesses on the flight who turned and gave Alex a rather evil looking stare that said 'I know what you've been up to and I don't approve'. Alex felt his face flushing red and wondered if it would show through the mask. She kept 'her' head down and headed back quickly to her seat. ************************************************************************ It didn't take a genius to work out where James and Helen had been for the last ten minutes. Malcolm had often dreamed of joining the mile high club with Natalie, but that wasn't going to happen anymore. Instead he was stuck with a rather irritating woman sat next to Julia with her child on the window seat. She had insisted on talking with Julia about children for nearly an hour now. Malcolm really wasn't that interested, but he'd had to remain polite and nod since he didn't want to cause a disturbance. "Do you have any little ones yourself Julia?" The woman whose name was Martha asked. Clearly she could see that there were none with Julia, but that fact had obviously escaped the silly woman. "No, I haven't been blessed in that way yet," Malcolm replied calmly. He longed to be left alone and out of this inane conversation. "You don't know what you're missing let me tell you," Martha continued. "They are so cute when they are small and they do the funniest things at times." "Mama, that woman has big boobies," the annoying little boy said bold as brass, chuckling to himself at the rude word he'd just said. "Jonathan, that's not a nice thing to say to the lady," She scolded the little brat. "I really don't know where they pick up that sort of thing at that age," she apologised feebly for the boy who didn't look much older than five. They start so young. Malcolm thought to himself. When he gets older I'm sure he'll appreciate big boobies just like the rest of us. I just wish I could suck on my own tits at this moment. God that would be heaven if I could. "Do you know Jonathan's little friend Rhys said a really bad word the other week. It started with an 'f' and had another word after it. When she found out that he'd heard it in the playground Rhys' mother, who's a good friend of mine, went to the school to complain. It's not right, they should be more careful at schools," Martha prattled on. Malcolm's mind was not on Martha or her little spawn sat at the window. He was losing himself in his fantasy of making love to Natalie. Martha nudged Jules. "I said Julia what do you think about that?" Why couldn't she just leave him alone with his private fantasies? He had no idea what she'd just asked. "I agree with you," Julia hedged back. It was a good safe option as she probably didn't want Julia's opinion; she just wanted to talk at her. Malcolm drifted back into his fantasies. Natalie was dressed up in leather with a Catwoman mask and a whip in her hand. "I've come to take all you've got" she purred as she cracked the whip and came over to where he was standing and squeezed his nuts through his trousers. Then she bent down and seductively pulled his trouser zip down and took out his dick, still fondling his nuts as she did so. In his fantasy Malcolm's penis was twice as big as it normally was, standing out proud from his trousers. His real cock was straining at the inside of his suit. Natalie put the gorgeous lips around his cock swallowing it whole in her mouth nearly causing her to gag in her throat at the size, and then she started to suck on it whilst fondling his balls. In reality she'd never done that, but Malcolm loved to imagine such a scene in his mind. "... and then I told Mr Wilson about it and he got the wrong end of the stick. Do you know what he thought?" Martha nudged him again. "No," Julia said automatically, fearing that she was going to tell her. She was saved by fate though as the plane hit turbulence. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm going to turn on the seatbelt signs again as we've hit some rough weather. The pilot announced over the intercom. "Oh I'm sorry I'll have to tell you later. I really hate turbulence and it makes me feel a little sick," Martha apologised. Malcolm shut his eyes, relieved at the intervention and continued his dreams of Natalie performing sex acts on him.