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Playing Away - Part II - The Kick Off James turned over on the sun lounger and was still sweating buckets despite only wearing a tiny bikini. Wearing a female suit in the sun in Greece in May had its trade-offs. The main negatives revolved around the heat and the fact that he was wearing a complete skin-suit that, whilst it had some sweat facilities was still an extra layer he could do without. The other negative was that he was now a piece of meat that all the men would eye up as they went past Alex. On the positive side though was the fact that no matter how long Alex sunbathed on the lounger or swam in the clear pool, there was no way that Alex was going to get sunburnt. Jean was up at the bar getting more drinks. Alex looked up to see where 'he' had got to, since he'd been gone nearly fifteen minutes now. He was surrounded Alan, Frank and Craig, who were also here for the match. James wasn't worried, since Helen knew all about football and was a fan just like him. In fact they'd met at a football tournament in Clapham, South London where Helen's team had won the ladies cup event. James' team had been knocked out in the early rounds and he'd had nothing to do but watch the other games. He'd been particularly impressed by one of the ladies teams centre forward. She was blonde, lithe, athletic and very good with her close control. After the awards ceremony James had been heading for his car when he saw a tall dark haired man with five O'clock shadow shouting and ranting at the blonde woman. The blonde woman was giving her best back and then he saw the man hit her. James had instantly stepped in and faced the big man down. The man had threatened James and told him it was none of his business. James made it his business and stood his ground. Amazingly the larger man backed off, saying he was 'fed up with this shit'. James and the player, who he found out was called Helen got talking and dated soon afterwards. James was in half a mind to go up to the bar and join in, but he remembered what it had been like in the bar the night before. The 'guys' had been talking football all night with Jean and had mostly ignored Alex, except to look at 'her' cleavage. When she had tried to interject and make a sensible comment on the squad for tomorrow's game, they'd quickly dismissed 'her' and gone back to talking with Jean. When Jean had got a round in, Alex had tried engaging them in conversation, telling them that she played for a team in South London. They told her that was nice, but it wasn't proper football like the men's game. James knew that Helen would have been mad if she'd heard them say that, but then it was the same sort of thing he'd heard time and again when he was a man. He decided not to tell her about it and let her enjoy basking in the camaraderie of the other men. "Hello there," a woman's voice said from behind Alex, tearing her away from her thoughts. Alex turned and looked up to see a rather pretty woman with shoulder length brunette hair. "Oh, hello," Alex replied, not sure what this was about. "I'm Cynthia and I thought I'd stop by and say hello. I saw you'd arrived last night and thought I'd come over and be friendly. My friend Stella and I have been here a week now, so we're developing out tans nicely. Looks like you have a way to go," Cynthia said pleasantly. Alex was laying on the sun-lounger just at the level of Cynthia's crotch. He could see a few stray hairs coming out of the sides of her sky blue bikini showing that she hadn't done a complete job on her bikini line. Not that James cared, since he had no such problems in the suit, but he was a male underneath everything and he couldn't help but wonder what was behind that small piece of cloth. Alex quickly banished the thought; Helen was the only one for him. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Alex and my partner Jean is there at the bar wearing the red T-shirt," Alex replied. "Oh, he's nice. I think you have a good catch there. Does he keep you happy in bed?" Cynthia asked. It was not the sort of question that a man would have asked and James was a little taken aback and blushed furiously. With the Alex suit on however, none of that showed to the other woman. Before the flight he could have honestly said he didn't know, but now .... "Oh yes, he's a keeper all right," Alex replied with a cheeky wink. James had heard the expression from countless women and hoped it would prevent any further prying; after all Helen and him were just here for the football and nothing else. This was all just a ruse to avoid detection; there was nothing else in it. "I'm glad for you," Cynthia began. "Stella and I are still on the lookout for Mr Right. Let me know if you see him will you?" "I certainly will Cynthia. It was nice to meet you," Alex replied. James had no idea what Mr Right looked like. As far as he was concerned all men thought they were Mr Right for any good looking woman with a pleasant personality. What a woman wanted in a man, he had no idea. *********************************************************************** Jean was engrossed in the tactics discussion on tomorrow's game, the two beers that 'he' had bought for himself and Alex now sitting on the counter slowly bubbling away in their bottles. "No way can we play Gerard and Scholes together; they're just too similar players," Craig said. "I say you can. You have Gerard play the holding midfield role and let Scholes press up with the attackers," Jean replied. "No I tell you they both want to be distributors, it's not going to work," Craig countered shaking his close cropped head. Jean let the others take up the argument against him as she looked back at Alex on the sunbed by the pool. It was amazing how easily James had adapted to being a woman so quickly. He wasn't perfect and he made loads of little errors that screamed to Helen that he was a man, but he seemed to be getting away with it. There was even a brunette woman with him now, she assumed indulging in girl talk. Sometimes on the trip she had missed the female company; the casual pleasantries, the polite conversation and helpfulness in the ladies. Now whenever she talked with a woman she felt that they were stand offish and afraid that Jean was trying to make a move on them. She had stuck with the male company, where the conversation mainly seemed to be about 'birds' and football. She knew about both topics very well, though one from a completely different standpoint. As she stood there Blur's Girls and Boys came on over the bar Hi-Fi. Streets like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece, on holiday Love in the Nineties, is paranoid On sunny beaches take your chances Looking for Girls who are boys Who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls Who do girls like they're boys Always should be someone, you really love It started to make her think. Did she like her boy to be a girl? Was she really a girl who liked to do her boy like a girl? She had enjoyed it on the plane certainly. Had Alex enjoyed it too? She'd caught Alex by surprise on the plane and probably thinking about it, had given her little choice in the matter, but would 'she' want to do it again that way given a free choice? Did she want to do it again as a man? Did she find women sexy? These were questions that she didn't really have any answers to at the moment. She knew that she wasn't gay; she had never fancied a woman before. She understood about making herself attractive and what was attractive to men in other women, but it was not the same. She knew that on the plane part of it was down to curiosity. What was it like to be on the other side of the coin? But now she knew what it was like and she had to ask herself would she want to do it again? "Excuse me, the beers are getting warm and Alex will be wondering where I've got to." She excused herself and left the other men to their tactical discussions. ************************************************************************ Malcolm had always hated just lying on a sun-lounger or on the beach all day, so whilst Alex and Jean had chosen to stay around the pool and Julia had decided to go off on one of the organised trips. He'd laid by the pool some of the time of course, but it really wasn't him. Helen had told him this morning at breakfast that he really had to try his best to fit in with what all the other women were wearing, so he'd chosen a sleeveless T-Shirt, a little mini skirt that barely covered his ample behind and some sensible sandals so that he could walk around the sites without falling on said sexy behind. He put his purse in his rucksack with his guide book to Athens. The coach was due to pick him up outside the hotel on the main road. He'd decided to head out to the appointed place ten minutes early as he didn't want to miss it and have to hang around in the hotel all day. The longer he stood there waiting for the increasingly late bus, he started to regret his decision. The short skirt he was wearing combined with the small T-shirt across his new ample chest made him look more like a hooker waiting for business. Another open topped car went past where he was standing; a couple of swarthy Greek men turned their heads to Julia and wolf whistled. Malcolm wondered whether he should be offended or flattered by it. He eventually decided that it was a positive thing. As Malcolm he had always been on the large side and overlooked by women. He'd never really had the confidence to go and chat them up, and when he'd been brave enough to actually give it a try, he'd usually been turned down flat. Now he was the same person, but dressed as a woman he was getting the attention. The next car that passed her by beeped at the bubbly blonde, and Julia proceeded to give them a cheery wave back. Shortly afterwards the coach pulled up and Julia's confidence had certainly been given a boost. Julia squeezed herself along the coach aisle and found a seat just in front of an elderly couple. Her enhanced behind had given Malcolm a lot less clearance than he was used to and then when he sat down he got a full view of his ample cleavage. "Hello Miss, I'm Donald and this is my wife Prudence," the elderly man said. "Oh, call me Pru. Everyone else does," the woman interjected. "Hello, I'm ... Julia," Malcolm replied, struggling to remember his female name. He'd wanted to see the Acropolis for years, and now he had to do so as a chick. "Well it's very nice to meet you," Donald chipped back. "We're really looking forward to seeing all the sites," Malcolm felt he'd already seen some of the sites when he sat down, but he kept the thought to himself. "Yes, I am too. Looking forward to seeing the Acropolis that is," Julia replied. Fortunately Donald and Pru decided not to continue the conversation and as the coach headed in towards the centre of Athens, Malcolm was left with time to think back over last day. They had arrived at the hotel in late afternoon and after a quick trip to the supermarket for essential supplies and visit to see the holiday rep to pay for today's trip, they had gone out for a meal at one of the local tavernas. After a few drinks, they'd headed back to their rooms and Malcolm had been left alone in his apartment. He was supposed to have been sharing this with Natalie, but as she had left him he now had the room all to himself. The TV in his room was only showing bad Greek game shows and soap operas. Malcolm was struggling with what to do before he went to sleep, then his eyes looked down at his beautiful breasts and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He'd loved having a girlfriend where he could play with her breasts and now he had access to his own pair that he could play with whenever he liked. Stripping off out of his evening light cotton dress, bra and panties, Malcolm was now faced with his large bosom and love tunnel when he looked down further. Somewhere just underneath his love tunnel in a pouch of its own, his dick had sprung to life. After three massive orgasms he'd stopped to clean himself up with some toilet paper and concluded he needed rest before his early start the next morning. The coach came to a halt in a stony car park below the Acropolis. The guide got them all to congregate by the far side of the bus and Malcolm had had to pull his skirt down several times as it had a habit of riding up and showing Julia's bikini bottoms underneath. Two greasy looking Italians came to stand next to 'her' and Malcolm was convinced that they were looking down Julia's top. Malcolm decided to edge away from them, but they too moved around to where Julia was now stood. Malcolm was definitely nervous at this. He was naturally a nervous and shy person anyway, but this unwanted attention was freaking him out a bit. He decided that as soon as they were on the move, he'd lose the tour party and meet back up with the coach at the appointed time. As they climbed the steps to the Acropolis, Julia hung back and let the tour group go ahead of her. Malcolm would miss the guide's explanations, but he was too freaked to stay with the group. After walking around the Acropolis for a while, looking at all the ancient stones and taking it all in, Julia had headed down into the main town and was now lost. There were hundreds of back alleys with little streets with graffiti on the walls and as soon as he saw the park, Malcolm decided to head there. He tugged his skirt down, that had once again risen up where it shouldn't and looked about the swings in the park. There were two older dark haired, swarthy teen boys casually messing about on them. Malcolm decided to keep Julia's head down and walk past without making eye contact, but as he did so one of the boys jumped off the swing in front of 'her'. The teen said something to him in Greek and Malcolm now quite frightened shook Julia's head. "I'm sorry I don't speak Greek," she whimpered back. "Oh, English! You English women like to come here and have a good time," the Greek teen said to her. When Malcolm turned Julia's head he saw the other teen was standing behind him with a flick knife. "Yes, I'm a little lost can you direct me back to the Acropolis?" Julia said. "We show you a Greek good time?" The Greek teen said and came closer, invading Julia's personal space. She tried to twist away from them but the teen behind her caught her arm. The one in front of her pawed at Julia's top, brushing her breasts. "Help!" She shouted, but no one came to her aid. The one behind her reached around her waist and grabbed her tits. The pleasure sensors in the suit went off, but Malcolm was too frightened to derive any pleasure from it. "Now let's see what you have under that little skirt for us? Time for fun now English?" the teen in front of Julia said. It was now or never for Malcolm. Julia would have to start fighting back or he'd be the first man who was dressed as a woman to be raped. He aimed his right foot backwards straight into the groin of the teen behind him. The kid's penis was a tent pole in his shorts and the kick hit it squarely in the middle. Julia/Malcolm felt her arms released as the attacker doubled over in pain. With her arms released she aimed a punch straight into the face of the teen in front of her. The punch connected and the kids spat out a tooth as his head went sideways. Julia did not wait to see her handy work, she just ran from her attackers and out of the park down the several streets until she ran directly into an elderly man. Both Julia and the man went flying, and as she picked herself up off the floor Malcolm realised that it was Donald from the coach. Prudence can running out of a nearby shop to pick up her husband. "I'm so sorry," Julia apologised between gasps. "You really should look where you're going young ...," Prudence started. "Oh it's you Julia." "I'm really sorry, but there were some Greeks who scared me. They had a knife!" Julia was not faking her fright. "Don't worry; you'll be safe with us Julia. It'll be time to head back to the coach soon," Donald said dusting himself down. Now amongst people she knew again Julia gradually calmed down in front of the old couple. It was all well and good playing the sexy young woman, but sometimes others saw that in a different light - that you were fair game. Malcolm resolved that when he got his manhood back he was going to stop letching at women. ************************************************************************ Jean and Alex had finished around the pool and were waiting for Julia to come back from the trip to tell them all about it. It was early evening and the poolside bar was nearly empty, the lads having already headed back to their rooms. Alex had bought them both a pint from the barman and Jean had insisted on taking pictures by the bar with his camera. Still in his St. Georges cross bikini, Alex posed with her pint, looking a little nervous and unsure of how she should be posing. They went and sat down away from the barman. "You look great honey," Jean encouraged her showing her the picture in the preview pane. "I feel so self-conscious," Alex replied. It was still hard coming to terms with being a woman and exposing her cleavage to one and all. Alex took a long sip from her pint. It wasn't very ladylike to drink beer, but James didn't care. He needed something cool and refreshing after spending hours out in the early summer sun. "You'll be pleased to know that three out of three, or 100% of my footballing advisors would 'do' you and that you are 'one sexy bitch'," Jean told Alex. James wasn't sure if he was pleased at that or not. He certainly didn't like being called a bitch and having sex with other men really wasn't on his radar. "Does that irritate you when men say those sorts of things about you honey?" Alex asked. "You get used to it, but you don't have to like it," Jean replied. "I'll remember that in future, but they are just being lads I suppose," Alex offered. "Yeah, it's hard though for me to join in their banter. I feel so dirty commenting on the attributes of other women," Alex did not realise how distanced that Jean would be from traditional male banter. "They don't mean anything by it. They are just sort of trying to big themselves up in front of their mates. Trying to show them how manly they are. I must admit I don't feel at all manly wearing this," Alex pointed at his bikini top. "You look adorable in it honey. I'd ravage you again tonight if you want," Jean told Alex. He wasn't sure if she was being serious but before James got a chance to reply Julia came bounding into the bar, her breasts seemingly out of control under her T-shirt. "Did you have a good time Julia?" Alex asked sipping her pint. "I've got loads to tell you both, but I could murder a pint," Julia replied. Alex headed up to the bar and bought another pint of the local brew for Julia from the barman. It was lucky that Julia wasn't in other company as she still had quite a way to go with her feminine speech patterns and mannerisms. "I almost got raped in Athens," Julia blurted out as Alex put her pint down in front of her. James was glad he'd put it down again as he'd have probably spilled it if not. "What do you mean?" Alex asked. "I mean two men came up on me in a park and tried to hold me down and you know," Julia replied. "Are you Ok honey?" Jean asked. Alex noted she was slipping back into female speech patterns, concerned for Malcolm. "Yeah I busted one in the balls and smacked the other one in the mouth," Julia said brightly. It was obvious that she wasn't completely traumatised by the experience. James wondered how he would have felt, but he couldn't come up with an answer on the spot. "You were very brave Julia," Jean said comfortingly. "What do you say that we all go shopping tomorrow morning before the game? There's nothing more girls like than going shopping," Jean added. Helen really was slipping her male impersonation, but James could see that she was trying to stop Malcolm thinking about it. He was putting on a brave face, but he'd eventually need to let all that emotion out. ************************************************************************ They'd all had another nice meal in town again and Jean and Alex had said goodnight to Julia by her apartment about ten minutes ago. There was an awkward silence between the two of them that Helen knew someone needed to break. There was an unspoken question in the air, one that they had avoided the previous night on the pretext that they were still tired from the journey. That pretext was no longer there and Alex was never going to have 'her' time of the month. Alex still smelled good. The perfume that Helen had lent her was her favourite and the scent of it in her nostrils still made her think about putting it on herself to be desirable for her man. Now she was the man though and her senses were confused by the smell. The perfume she wore meant she wanted her man and that she would do all she could to get him inside her. The excitement of being pursued was there deep within the suit where the other end of the suits penis was locked in her vagina just like a real penis of a man would be. That alone was making her wet and in consequence her fake penis was rising in response to her wetness. Jean moved closer to Alex and reached around her to help her remove her necklace. Then she moved down to the fake woman's breasts and massaged them through the light cotton dress she was wearing. Helen's fake penis stuck into Alex's rear. Alex moaned softly at the touch of her breasts, encouraging Helen to continue for a while. Then Jean moved his left hand down and lifted the hem of Alex's dress and slowly started to slide her pink cotton panties down until they were on the floor. "We'll only do this if you want to?" Jean whispered in Alex's ear. "Carry on," Alex said between moans of pleasure. Duly encouraged Jean slid his left hand back under Alex's dress and felt for her fake clitoris, knowing that the suit should provide the sensations that she would be getting from the pressure there. The squeezing of Alex's right breast combined with the stimulation of her fake clitoris made Alex moan even louder. "God my cock is going to explode," Alex exclaimed, breaking the moment temporally. "You haven't got a cock any more sweetie," Jean said sweetly. "You're a woman now and I'm going to take your vagina to heaven," Jean was disappointed when Alex started bucking when he was still fingering her clitoris. Jean needed his release however. His cock was at full mast and the wet vagina within the suit needed to pound into Alex's going so that the other end of Jean's fake cock would satisfy his own hidden vagina. Jean moved his hand to the back of Alex's dress and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor alongside her panties. Then Jean expertly unhooked Alex's pink bra and flung that aside as she moved Alex down onto the bed. Alex was looking a bit lost as Jean moved in to kiss her, but she soon kissed him back. Jean had to push apart his fake girlfriend's legs with his own so that he could plant the fake dick within her treasure. It was already moist in there and smelling rather salty, but Jean started to pound Alex's sexy vagina for all he was worth. The rhythmic pounding of his outer fake cock pushed the inner cock within the suit deep into Helen's own pussy. Now the two moaned together, though rather than her normal feminine moans, Helen moaned her pleasure in a more masculine pitch. "Play with my tits some more" Alex said beneath Jean, so he took his hands once more and placed them on her chest as he pounded away, closing his eyes and dreaming of James's cock doing to her what the fake inner cock was doing. Helen was so wet and turned on by now that there was no stopping her. The orgasm of the woman within the Jean suit was the trigger for the white liquid to come shooting out of her into Alex's fake pussy. Exhausted she moved in down to kiss the woman below her, who in actuality was her man. He was so brave for doing this, not many men would have the courage. ************************************************************************ Malcolm was excited about the shopping trip the next day. The experience the day before on the streets of Athens had had a liberating effect on him. He felt strangely free now that he'd survived the experience. Natalie leaving him had been the first thing, but Malcolm had not told James the other bitter blow that he'd been dealt before he agreed to this crazy scheme. The factory he'd worked at for ten years was closing down and that in a month's time he would no longer have a job to go to. Malcolm's life was falling apart and now he was stuck living as a woman. The experience yesterday had changed him. He'd decided that he might as well enjoy it while it lasted, since something else might come and kick him in the teeth at any time. Jean had marched them all along to the shops during the morning and Julia had put on one of the dresses provided by Rent-a-Self for the trip. They needed to head off to the match at around three O'clock and none of them wanted to miss the coach. The shops in the little Greek village they were staying in were a strange mixture of tourist shops, selling the normal tourist fare that tourists seemed to gobble up and take home to granny and some boutique style shops. Jean had steered them to the boutique shops and Malcolm was soon looking through rows and rows of dresses, short skirts and shorts. Malcolm wanted to look as good as he possibly could now that he had abandoned his resistance to having to be a woman on this holiday. "What do you think?" Jules said holding up a skimpy mini dress for Jean to see. "You'll never get into that," Jean replied. He knew she was right. This holiday was so confusing. The dress was only a size 18 and even then the style would only look good on a woman much smaller than he was. Malcolm wanted to look good, but his view of what looked good on women was marred by the fact that most of the women he ogled were considerably more svelte than he was. "I'll never find anything suitable," Jules complained at Jean. "I'm just too fat and ugly," He'd heard that from countless women in the past, complaining about the lack of options for the larger girl and now he was doing it too. "There are plenty of really good options; you just have to look elsewhere than fashions designed for thin models. What about this?" Jean picked out a light blue dress in Julia's size. The top almost looked like a bra cup of a bikini that accentuated Julia's bounteous bosom and was short enough at the bottom to highlight her legs. The middle had little ridges going around the waist that ensured that it made it look slimmer than normal. "I'll go try it shall I?" Julia replied. Malcolm was keen to see what it looked like on his new figure. After checking with the nice lady who owned the shop, Julia headed for the small curtained off changing room and slipped out of her dress, down to her black leopard spotted bra and panty set. Julia unzipped the back of the dress, stepped into it before pulling it over her wide hips and into position. She struggled to reach around her back and zip herself up, just as Malcolm had struggled with the fine zipper when he'd first put the female suit on. Eventually his struggles with the zip proved a success and he stood admiring Julia's voluptuous figure in the mirror that was set up in the changing room. "Well aren't you going to show me?" Jean called from outside the changing room. Time to show the world Julia stepped out of the changing room in her new dress to show Jean what it looked like. She strutted up and down the shop, being careful this time not to overdo her hips movements. "Wow you look fab girl," Jean said, slipping her male persona back into feminine modes of speech. Malcolm was secretly elated at the praise but noted that Alex was hanging around outside the shop, not paying any attention to her. "Thanks, it's a great choice Jean." "That really suits your wife," The shop owner added. "Oh, she's not my wife," Jean began. "She's just a friend." "Well, she looks lovely anyhow. You make lovely couple," the Greek shop owner continued. The shop owner had not needed to pour on the compliments; Malcolm had already decided that Julia would be purchasing the dress. There was another on the rack that Malcolm was interested in, but he wasn't sure whether he should. It was another shorter dress in white and grey covered in red love hearts. It was a very feminine affair, not something that he would ever considered putting on a week ago. Now however he was embracing his feminine side and he felt that he needed to do so with as much gusto as possible. "I'd like to try this one on too?" Julia said picking it off the rail. Malcolm noticed Jean's eyebrow shift upwards slightly at that but she didn't say anything that might have put Julia off from trying. Julia headed back into the curtained off area, unzipped the back of the blue dress and hung it back on the hanger. Then he carefully unzipped the new number and pulled it up over Julia's curves. The dress was much closer fitting and Malcolm noted how it really showed off the curve of his breasts and his arse. As soon as Malcolm felt the stirring of his cock deep within the pouch of his suit he knew that he'd scored another hit for Julia. Julia headed outside, back into the shop to show off the latest target for acquisition. Jean made suitably encouraging noises again, as did the shop owner who was naturally more inclined to do so anyway. Alex however was still nowhere to be seen in the shop and Malcolm really wanted to get his friend to give an opinion as well. Julia strutted to the front of the shop in her new dress and looked over the balcony to where Alex was fiddling with her phone in the street. "So what do you think then?" Julia asked as she twisted and turned to show off the dress in all its glory. "Very nice!" Alex replied without even looking up from her phone. A little rage welled up inside Julia that her friend wasn't even paying attention to her. This was an important thing to get right and James wasn't even bothering to look. Malcolm suspected that this was what he normally did when he went shopping with Helen. "You didn't even look!" Julia complained. "I think you're not talking this shopping trip seriously." "Dude, what's the point?" Alex replied, completely loosing character. "The point is that I have some clothes that make me look better and feel fabulous," Julia told her friend. "Yeah, whatever," Alex replied continuing to look at her phone, whatever it was seemed much more important than Jules' dress. "You could at least look at me," Jules responded. Malcolm was starting to get the frustration that women experienced when men went clothes shopping with them. Had he been such a jerk to Natalie? Is that why she left him? Even though Alex looked all woman, she was definitely behaving like a man. Alex looked up at last to Julia. "Dude you look hot in that, but why bother? We're going home in four days and we'll be getting rid of these suits then," Alex told him. "Shhhh, you don't want the whole of Greece to know do you," Julia replied. "Look, if I'm going to be a woman, then I'm going to do it to the best of my ability." "Hey dude, don't get me wrong it's been weird but interesting doing this. Hell, Jean and I have even enjoyed a bit of role reversal in the bedroom, but this isn't permanent. It's like a rather strange holiday. I'm going back to the office next Monday as me," Alex replied, still breaking the character she was supposed to be. Malcolm searched himself for an answer. James was correct in a way; the suits and everything else in this identity were all going back to Rent-a- Self next week. Soon somebody else would become Julia and Alex and then he would need to go back to his crappy life as a chubby loser with no girlfriend and no job. But here, now as Julia he knew that he was desirable and that men desired him even though Julia was a little larger boned than the average woman. He felt wanted as Julia in a way that he'd never felt as Malcolm. "Alex, I'm trying to be the best at this that I can, whilst I have the chance." Malcolm couldn't tell him about the loss of his job so he tried the other ploy. "It helps me forget Natalie." "Alright. You look fab. Just don't spend too much," Alex told him. By the end of the shopping trip though, Malcolm had spent nearly a hundred and eighty Euros on new clothes including more underwear. He had so many bags that he'd needed to get Jean to carry some of them into his apartment. When she'd gone he dropped the bags onto the bed and checked himself out in the mirror. He'd already decided that Jules would wear an England T-shirt and the little skimpy England shorts that he'd bought in the village, so he set about changing ready for the trip to the stadium. It was only then as he was putting some of Julia's clothes away in the case that he saw the letter from Natalie. Up until now, he'd forgotten about the Dear John note and it was only now seeing it laying there that he remembered he hadn't read it yet. He was now already starting to get over her, so what harm could it do? ************************************************************************ The shopping trip had mostly been a great success Jean had felt and now they were all together on the coach going to the match nothing could go wrong. Jean and Alex had got seats together with Jules sat on her own nearer to the back. The only thing that Jean was less sure worked well was the attitude of Alex to it all. "You could have at least showed willing this morning," Jean hissed at Alex. "Julia was really getting into the spirit of things." "Hey you know I hate shopping Jean," Alex replied. "I normally go in, get what I want and then head home. I can't stand all that trying on several hundred item stuff that women do." "Keep your voice down," Jean hissed in a low voice so only Alex could hear. "I might remind you that you ARE a woman at the moment." "Yeah well, it's only a temporary thing. We'll get back to the status quo next week where I can have my hot honey," Alex replied. "Only if you've been good to me this week," Jean replied. Helen hadn't meant anything in particular by the comment, but she liked to exert a little control in the relationship. She didn't like being taken for granted as her previous boyfriend had done. "What, you want more kinky sex?" Alex asked in a surprised whisper. Hadn't he enjoyed their sex on the plane and last night? "It shouldn't matter who's inside who as long as you are with the one you love," Jean countered his voice kept low but with dangerous overtones to it. Helen hoped that James would pick up the signals but men could be really dense sometimes. "Look babe if you like it kinky we can do that. Maybe you can get a nurse's uniform or something," Alex replied. This was not what Helen meant at all and she was starting to get frustrated with her boyfriend. "How about we find YOU a nurses uniform instead. I'm sure there'll be a sex shop in Athens that will sell you one and maybe some handcuffs too," Jean countered. If he was going to be a lughead then she was going to teach him a lesson. "But babe," Alex whispered back. "I'd prefer it on you." "Yes, but at the moment you are the one with the body for it, so you get to wear it and I get to wear the trousers," Helen hadn't meant to get into an argument just before the game, but he had to learn to respect women. Otherwise their relationship had no future. The coach was just arriving at the Karaiskakis Stadium on the south west outskirts of Athens and the group had to get off the coach smartish since like most of Athens the roads were narrow and it was a no stopping zone. The away supporters were all corralled into one of the stands in a sea of red and white. Greece played in white, so it meant that today the England team would be wearing their lucky red away kit that they'd won the 1966 World cup with. Jean tried to keep their group all together and was soon joined by Craig, Frank and Alan. "Going to get the beers in before we take our seats?" Alan asked. Helen was not used to being the one to have to go up to the bar and jostle amongst all the other men, but Jean could hardly refuse. "Sure. Alex, you and Julia go and grab the seats and I'll bring the beer up," Jean replied. As soon as Alex and Julia had left, Frank stepped in beside Jean. "Hey Jean, I couldn't help noticing that you and Alex were having an argument earlier. Is the little woman giving you some jip?" He asked. Helen inwardly bristled at the phrase 'the little woman' but couldn't let it show. Were all men sexist arseholes at heart? "We're just working through a few things," Jean replied non committedly. "I'd give her a good seeing to tonight if I were you. She's probably a bit upset at having to be dragged to the game today and not able to lay by the pool," Alan offered unhelpfully. Laddish talk Helen noticed only existed to boost the man's ego. "Oh I have something special planned for her don't you worry," Jean replied. ************************************************************************ Alex and Julia headed straight for their front row seats. Unlike in Britain, the stadium in Greece didn't have any mesh fencing in the way of the view of the pitch. Their seats were therefore in a prime spot to see all the action on the pitch and James was pleased that they'd found a way to get out here for such an excellent view. Alex took her camera off her shoulder and passed it to Julia. "Take one of me on the rail here before the stadium gets too full of people," Alex asked. Whilst Julia was taking the lens cap off and turning the digital camera on, Alex unfurled her England banner and held it out behind her, posing in front of the pitch. The effect of this was to push out her rather prominent chest as Julia took the photo. "Thanks that's great," Alex said excitedly, the row with Jean now nearly forgotten in the excitement of the match. Plus as a girl he didn't have to go and get the drinks at the bar this time and could sit and soak up the atmosphere. "What do you reckon then, 2-0 to us?" Alex asked her friend. Underneath the disguise James was really excited at the prospect at seeing the game. "Maybe," Julia replied. She didn't seem to be half as excited as she should be. After this morning when Julia was going full on woman in her shopping exploits, now she'd been strangely quiet and withdrawn. "Hey, what's wrong dude?" Alex asked. There was no one else in their seats yet, so a little private conversation was still possible. "Nothing," Julia replied. James had heard this from women many times in the past before, but knew that getting it out of them would be a tremendous effort, and James didn't want it to spoil his day. "Oh that's all right then." Just then he spotted Jean and the other lads bringing the beers. "Hey looks like the beers are up mate." By the end of the second pint, it was just about kick off time and Alex wanted to go and empty his bladder before they started. There were a lot less ladies toilets in the stadium than men's toilets and Alex had to walk a fair way to find one. When he got to where the signs were directing Alex to, much to her dismay Alex found a queue of women waiting to get into the toilets. James wished that he could just stroll into the men's toilet like normal, get little James out and do his business. In the Alex suit this was not a possibility and short off being able to take the lot off Alex was stuck in this queue. "Looks like it will be a good game today," the bubbly young blonde in front of Alex said to her. "Yes, hopefully we'll win and get through," Alex replied. "I hope so to, my boyfriend is always more amorous when England win," The blonde told her. That reminded Alex of what Jean had promised on the bus. "Yes, mine has something special in mind," Alex replied. "Well I hope he takes you out for a nice candlelit meal first. Mine hasn't fully grasped the concept of romance yet. More the caveman clonk you over the head and drag you into the bedroom." The blonde laughed as she replied. James had never had such an intimate discussion whilst waiting for the toilet in his life before, though he'd heard that women did. "I guess you'll need to educate him a bit." Is that what Helen was doing for him? Did he need to learn any lessons? "It'll be a long process I think, but I just can't ditch him as the sex is so great," the woman told Alex candidly. It was far too candid for Alex's liking really. "Well at least you both have something in common." Alex smiled as the woman realised that it was her turn and waved her hand as she disappeared into the next stall. ************************************************************************ The game had been a frustrating one for England. They had applied a ton of pressure on the Greek defence but all of their efforts had either been needlessly wasted or the Greek goal-keeper had been outstanding in making save after save. They'd let in two rather poor goals and now trailing 2-1 it wasn't looking good for the English team. It had not been a great performance by the English defence and that could cost them qualification to South Korea and Japan. There was now only five minutes to go and without that crucial goal, England would be out of the qualifying spots and into a rather risky playoff match with the Ukraine. Everything hung on these last five minutes and those crucial minutes of added time. Jean looked at his watch again, nervous. He couldn't think about his problems with Alex or about why Julia had been so subdued after she'd been so effervescent this morning. There was something wrong with her, but Jean couldn't tell what it was, nor could he do anything about it until after the match was over. Another close shot just driven wide sent the English fans up in hope only to be dashed just seconds later as the ball bounced off the advertising banner to the side. Jean, like all the other England supporters had his eyes fixed firmly on the action and not at the spectacle that was happening just to his side. ************************************************************************ Julia had wanted to cry her eyes out, but the all-important game for England was on. Everything she had believed in a month ago had been torn down around her. Malcolm had lost his job, he'd lost his girlfriend Natalie, and now ..... Now the letter had crushed his spirit. Malcolm shouldn't have read it but he had and now there was no going back. What was worse, this whole trip was going to be for nothing. England was choking and the dream of England winning the world cup would be nearly over. Malcolm just wanted to be free of it all. Free to run from his life and escape it all. Then a thought came to him. Why not? Slowly but surely Julia removed her sandals and then put her hands down the sides of her little skimpy shorts and forced them down her wide hips revealing the bikini bottoms with the St Georges Cross on them. Carefully Julia eased down the bikini bottoms as well and then took a deep breath. Julia reached underneath her England shirt and manoeuvred the bikini top down through each arm and pushed that too onto the floor. No one seemed to have noticed what she was doing; they were all too engrossed in the game. It was now or never. Malcolm needed to run and get away from it all. Quickly Julia whipped off the England shirt she was wearing and headed down the few steps to the pitch level where she leaped the ad hoarding barrier, her large bosoms now free of their prison bounced up and down as she landed and headed straight onto the pitch. ************************************************************************ ********** Well I say, one young lady is certainly showing that she needs a bit more support. I haven't seen a display like this for some time and the referee is going to have to stop the game until this rather exuberant young lady is removed from the pitch. There's just seconds to go in injury time and Beckham was about to line up a free kick that might be England's last chance in the game, but that is all going to have to wait until the Greek officials can tackle her and remove her from the proceedings. I must say she can move a bit for a big lass, Mottie. Yes Kevin, but we shouldn't be encouraging this sort of behaviour at a game. The England team need to concentrate if they are going to get out of this mess. Oh and she's dodged past another Greek official and every time she does so the England fans are shouting out 'Ole'. I reckon she could play on the wing with moves like that Mottie. We should be encouraging the ladies to play football, not this sort of behaviour Kevin. Oh and finally one of the Officials has managed to bring her down on the far side of the pitch where Beckham is going to take the kick from. Thankfully he is using his cap and high visibility jacket to cover up the things that younger viewers perhaps shouldn't be seeing. Now that the young lady is being lead away, perhaps we can finish the game. ************************************************************************ Beckham had stepped up and slotted the free kick into the top corner of the net. All the England supporters had gone wild, but Alex could hardly bring himself to celebrate. Jean had tried to get the Officials to let them go with Julia but they had flatly refused, so they'd been forced to go back on the coach to their hotel. Alex had picked up Julia's clothes that she'd left on the terrace and taken them. Jean was on the phone to the embassy, trying to sort out some kind of representation for Julia and hoping beyond hope that they would not find out that Julia was really just a bodysuit. Alex had asked the hotel owner if she could be let into Julia's room so she could leave the clothes with Julia's other stuff and pick up some new clothes, since she would need something to wear whilst in police custody. After getting into Julia's room she headed over to the case and immediately noticed the letter and the broken envelope beside it. Malcolm, By now you'll know that I have left you and that I'm not coming back. What you won't know is why. About a month ago I discovered a marvellous service that could make you look like anyone you wanted. I had always wondered what it was like being a woman as I'd been bi-curious from a young age. I rented Natalie for a month and didn't have time to pick and choose who I got involved with. You weren't an ideal specimen of manhood, but I didn't have time to waste so I agreed to go out with you. I found it hard being a woman, having to pretend to be demure and put up with all your shit. The sex wasn't what I hoped it would be and I missed being the one in control of my orgasm. Instead I had to hope that you lasted long enough to get me excited enough. I was frequently disappointed. All in all I have decided that I prefer being a man and that the experiment was a failure. For that I thank you. Natalie is going back to the company where no doubt someone else will be trying her out, but she will never be gracing your door again, and I hope that I never see you in any guise ever. I would say that it'd been fun, but it wasn't and I don't want to give you any delusions. Yours, Natalie Poor Malcolm. James thought to himself. It was no wonder he went off the rails. Alex wondered what they would need to do now to get his friend out of jail and back into a more reasonable frame of mind. Indeed Alex hoped that they could all extract themselves from this without getting found out and in more serious trouble. He really didn't want the Police looking closer into their passports, since although the company had made good fakes, Alex was pretty sure that they wouldn't hold up to close scrutiny. ************************************************************************ Jean had not had much luck with the embassy tonight, but they had asked to try again in the morning when more staff were going to be available. He sat down on the bed whilst Alex was returning Julia's clothes next door and picked up the terms and conditions of the Rent-a-Self agreement. He hoped that maybe they would have some kind of helpline. The renter of the suit hereby agrees to not participate in any criminal activity. If any such activity is engaged in then the company bears no legal responsibility for the actions of the wearer and the person who rented the suit will be solely liable. In addition, since the identity of the suit will be tarnished as a result of the actions of the renter, the person who committed the offense hereby agrees to purchase the suit and all associated items to the rental for a fee of ?20,000. Rent-a-Self bears no legal responsibility for the suit beyond the point of transgression. Jean tried to get his mind around all the legalese involved in the terms and conditions but concluded that Jules had some big problems. The rental company wanted to wash their hands of him and were legally entitled to claim the value of the suit back from him. Jean knew there was no way that Malcolm had that kind of money, so on top of the charges in Greece and the humiliation of being uncovered, Malcolm was looking at being made bankrupt as well. How had this little trip abroad gone so wrong?