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Playing Away - Part III - The Post Match Analysis Upon her arrest at the ground Julia had been charged with a public order offense and then smartly whisked away from the ground in a police van. The van had been hot and humid and by the time they had got to the police station she was glad to be out of it. They'd taken down some details and Malcolm had been forced to give them his own address and what little he'd known about the woman he was supposed to be including her full name and date of birth. Then they had thrown Julia into a cell with some shorts and a T-shirt where she had spent the night alone. They hadn't bothered to do a strip search as clearly she didn't have anything hidden - if only they knew what was really hidden in her vagina. Julia didn't mind as she was free from all her other concerns now. Plus she'd seen Beckham put the goal into the back of the net that would see England in the World Cup finals from close range. She thought maybe he had smiled at her even. Of course her freedom was all relative. She was in serious trouble now having taken off all her clothes and invaded the pitch, but then didn't the ancient Greeks do everything in the nude? Julia refused to worry about it and sat in her cell untangling all the mats in her hair. There was a clank as the key when in the lock of the door and it was opened by one of the Greek policewomen. She let a smartly dressed man into the cell who sat at the opposite bunk from her and opened the briefcase he has been carrying. "Miss Clark, My name is Miles Cavanagh I am from the embassy. I have been sent to ensure that you are well treated here and to explain the situation that you are in," Miles said to her. Malcolm as Julia was not sure what to say. "Thank you," was the only thing that Malcolm could think of. "Now you have been charged with disturbing the peace and a public display of nudity for your actions yesterday. You must understand that this could lead to a fine and even a prison sentence in Greece," Miles looked through some of his papers. "It may be possible that you can pay a fine in lieu of jail time, under the Greek law concerning petty offenses. However that could be a costly option for you; but they will not record an offence and you will be free to travel back to the UK." "Oh," Julia replied. It was not like Malcolm had loads of money saved up. "Now it is likely that they will bring you before a judge tomorrow. I am not a legal counsel, but if you need one then that will also cost you over here. How are you likely to plead Miss Clark?" "Guilty I guess," Julia replied. It was not as though they didn't have all the evidence they needed on the TV pictures. "Alright. Is there anyone at home that you wish to contact? We already have the details of your friends over here," Miles said. "No, no one thank you." Malcolm could hardly contact his elderly parents and tell them that he was arrested for streaking wearing a full bodysuit of a woman. ************************************************************************ "Have you seen what's in the papers?" Jean asked Alex next morning. He had got up early and gone to the local shop for more milk and had brought back a copy of The Sun. "No," Alex said as she pulled herself out of bed, her hair messed up making her look like the bride of Frankenstein. "Busty Brit helps the Boys beat the Greek," Jean read aloud. "They've got pictures of Julia spread all across the sports pages and a few words at the bottom about the game." "Sounds fairly typical." Alex yawned, still not yet awake. "Miss Clark (23) brought her own way to cheer the boys on and inspired Becks to score the winning goal in the final minute of injury time," Jean read. "Yeah Malcolm is the real hero. How long do you think he'll get in a Greek women's prison?" Alex asked. The sarcasm in her earlier statement really stung. "I really don't know, but let's face it she's going to be found guilty. It's not as though 70,000 fans and the whole of the 10m TV audience didn't see her," Jean replied. "I just wish she'd confided in us beforehand. Maybe we could have talked to her about it." "What do you say to a guy who finds out the only girl he's ever dated is actually a guy who hates him?" Alex asked as she began to try and sort out the mess that was her hair. James was not doing a very good job of it so Jean put the paper down and gave her a hand. "Look you've been making love to a man this holiday," Jean said. "No, I've been making love to my gorgeous wife in a guy suit," Alex corrected him. "Is there a difference?" Jean asked. Helen wondered if she had been doing anything wrong and whether Alex could tell. Jean was standing over Alex whilst doing her hair and looking down could see Alex's cleavage. It would attract any guy she knew, but it wasn't really turning her on. "You're my girlfriend and I love you, so I'd do anything for you, but it's not what I want. I want to make love to you properly," Alex replied. Jean didn't know what to say. It was sweet and lovely but it didn't really answer his question. So he decided to change the subject back to Julia as he finished off Alex's hair. "We need to do what we can to help Julia. Do you have any ideas?" Jean asked. Alex shook her head, messing up some of the work that Jean had been doing. "No, I've never done anything like this before in my life. I wouldn't know where to start." ************************************************************************ Alex had called the embassy again from her mobile once she was up and about, but she was put on hold for what seemed like an eternity. Then when a woman did speak to her, she just took down Alex's details and told her that someone would get back to her as the embassy had had a lot of messages of support for Julia Clark this morning. "Seems like Julia's little stunt is popular, but it doesn't help us much," Alex said casually to Jean. Just then a black Mercedes car pulled up outside the hotel with a British flag on the front grille. A man is a suit looking hot and flustered stepped out and went up to hotel reception. "It looks like your call has delivered instant results," Jean said from his lounger. Alex got up from her lounger and headed for reception, convinced that the man had come to see them. She strutted across the pool area in her England bikini and waited just outside for the man to come out. "Excuse me, are you from the embassy?" She asked. It was obvious that he was. "Yes, my name is Miles Cavanagh. And you are...?" he said. "Alex Warren," Alex replied. "I'm Julia Clark's friend." "Oh good, I was just coming to see you and Mr Simmons," Miles replied. "How is Julia? Have you seen her?" Alex asked. "She's fine. Is there somewhere I can talk to you and Mr Simmons," he said. With nowhere else but the open poolside, Alex went and got Jean and they went back to their room. Miles was sweating from wearing his inappropriate suit, but internally Alex was sweating too from the heat. "Miss Clark is being held by the Police in one of their cells in Athens until tomorrow when she will go before a Judge. You cannot go and visit her however I can bring her some clothes. The Greeks don't want to drag all this out and I'm afraid that Miss Clark is going to plead guilty any way. We will provide an interpreter for her trial, but we would need to charge if she wanted a solicitor." "What will happen to her?" Alex asked, afraid of the answer. "Well, it's a public order and nudity offence. She would normally get a Euro 1,000 fine and a month in prison," Miles said. "Shit. I'm not sure if Julia will be able to handle prison, she's not had a lot of good news lately and her mental state is not good," Alex replied. "Under Greek Law she could buy off her jail term," Miles offered. "How much would that be?" Jean asked quickly. James had some two thousand pounds in savings that he could use to help his friend if need be, but he really didn't want to have to. "A month would equate to about Euro 10,000 I believe," Miles answered. It was about ?9,000 in English money payable any time after sentencing. Bang goes that idea. James thought. "Is there anything else we can do?" Alex asked desperately. They had to help Malcolm somehow. "Well you could come along to the hearing and give moral support. I think she would probably like to see a friendly face there," Miles told them. He fished into his briefcase and produced some documents. "This is where the hearing will be held at 10 O'clock tomorrow morning," he said. "We'll be there and thank you for taking the time to come and see us," Alex told him. Miles Cavanagh smiled at the pretty brunette. "We'll ask the hotel owner for the key to get some of Julia's clothes" "That's OK, I'm just doing my job." With that he left them to contemplate what to do next. ************************************************************************ There was a rattle of keys at the door of Julia's cell. She'd already had lunch so that couldn't have been why they were coming to see her in her stuffy cell. The Greek Policewoman brought in a bearded man that she had never seen before. Perhaps he was from the embassy delivering more clothes again? "Mr Clark, you can have ten minutes with your sister," the woman told him. Sister? I'm not even a real woman! ... How can I have a brother? The man waited for the Policewoman to lock the door behind him before speaking. "Miss Clark, obviously I am not your brother. My name is Ritchie Robertson and I'm from The Sun newspaper. I was wondering if I could talk to you about yesterday?" the man said. So he was a reporter, trying to get an inside scoop. They'd do anything there days for a story. "What if I were to shout out to the guards that you were a fraud. You'd be in a lot of trouble then," Julia asked. Malcolm was in no mood for the press. "Well then you'd not be able to put your side of the story. There's great interest in your exploits back in the UK. You're a national hero!" Ritchie replied. "Really? I just did a streak that's all," Julia replied. "No, you didn't. You inspired a nation to victory Julia. May I call you that Miss Clark?" "Yes, I suppose," Malcolm was struck dumb. "What exactly inspired you to motivate the team in that way?" Ritchie asked. "Well, I was just a bit depressed and I sort of wanted to run like I've never run before," Julia told him. "So, you were worried about the team going out and you wanted to give the boys a lift? That's so patriotic Julia," Ritchie said touching her arm gently. That wasn't what Julia had said at all, but it sounded good. "Err, yeah I suppose," Julia offered. "Do you like David Beckham? Ritchie asked. "Yeah he's a great player, probably the best we've got," Malcolm wasn't sure where this was going. "Great, and could you just confirm to me your vital statistics please?" Ritchie asked. Malcolm hadn't got a clue and wasn't sure why this was important. "Err, I dunno," Julia replied almost speechless. "That's alright I have brought a tape measure. Just lift up your arms." With that Ritchie produced a tape measure from his pocket and proceeded to measure Julia's figure. It felt strange having another man touch 'her' breasts yet also strangely exciting. "You're a 38-34-40. Quite the young woman I'd say. Finally I'd just like to take a few photos." Ritchie then produced a small camera from up his sleeve and took a quick snapshot. Quickly Ritchie hid the camera and tape measure again in his trousers and went in close to hug Julia. "Hey sis, I'm sure we'll get you out of here soon," he said as the Greek Policewoman opened the door. Ritchie was pressed up close against Julia's amble chest and Malcolm could she the musky aftershave that Ritchie was wearing. "I hope so my dear brother." Julia played along; she had nothing else to lose here. Suddenly Ritchie bent his head in and kissed Julia on the cheek before heading out of the room. Malcolm was left speechless. He'd never been kissed by a man before. Two weeks ago he'd have probably said that he hated the idea. Now he knew that he'd already kissed a man many times and in fact done a lot more than that. At the end of the day, it wasn't all bad. ************************************************************************ The next morning Jean brought the paper back as Alex was starting to get ready. Alex looked critically at the results and realised that she still hadn't mastered the art of getting ready as a woman. "Can you do my makeup?" She asked Jean. Jean put the paper down in front of her and began to wipe off Alex's efforts from her face. Alex picked up the paper and noted that The Sun was claiming an exclusive interview with Julia. She flicked the paper open to the appropriate page where a smiling image of Julia greeted her showing more cleavage than perhaps she should. Alex began reading the small text underneath. Julia Clark (23) the hero of Athens who inspired the boys to win has exclusively told The Sun that she wanted to give the team a lift in the dying seconds of the game. A big fan of the hunk Beckham, busty Jules (38-35-40) was so concerned for England that she bared all to inspire the boys. Now the Greeks, sore that she gave the team a lift want to imprison her. Tomorrow she is going to be tried, but we in The Sun say that her patriotism should be rewarded not punished. We urge the Magistrate to show Julia mercy and set her free. Alex wondered how the hell The Sun had managed to get an interview with Julia or indeed managed to get her vital statistics. Had they stolen some of her bras from her room? After Jean had finished working his magic Alex went and found the owner to let her into Julia's room, but from the looks of it, the room was pretty much as she'd left it. This was one mystery that Alex thought perhaps she would never solve. ************************************************************************ Jean had his arm around Alex as they headed up to the court room. They'd spent most of yesterday trying to think of how to raise the money to free Julia but come up with nothing. He'd made her up almost perfectly and had felt quite protective of her as they walked up the steps through the front door of the court. They headed up to the public gallery, which was already crammed full of people. Jean and Alex found a small space on the end of the back row where they could sit. It was packed with people including a bunch of press people inside the courtroom. They seemed to be a mix of Greeks and English people who all seemed to have an interest on the case. The Judge was an older Greek man with grey hair in some black robes. Then as everyone was settling down, Jean spotted some Policemen flanking Julia, bringing her into the dock. Julia was wearing the clothes they had given to Miles Cavanagh the day before. The judge began speaking in Greek and Jean couldn't understand exactly what he way saying. Then just after he spoke, a man in a suit began translating into English. "Please confirm you are Julia Clark," the man translated. "Yes," Julia replied, though Jean knew that was a lie. "You have been charged with disturbing the peace and a public display of nudity. How do you plead?" The translator said in English. "Guilty," Julia replied softly. The Judge made a long speech that was not translated by the man. Jean presumed that it was some kind of warning on future behaviour or a comment on Julia's behaviour. Then the translator began speaking again. "Sentence is one month in prison and a fine of Euro 1,500. Prison sentence can be reduced to nothing on the payment of Euro 10,000." The Judge said something else and Julia was led away. There was a deal of murmuring in the Court and then people started filing out. Jean couldn't believe that was all the trial involved and that Malcolm was now going to be spending a whole month in prison. ************************************************************************ Julia had been moved from the police cell to a Greek prison in another stuffy truck that morning. She had no idea where she was now and had been put in a cell with another Greek woman with bad teeth. She tried talking to the woman who didn't speak any English and so she just sat there with nothing much to do for an hour. Julia was just nodding off on her bunk when the door was unlocked and a female prison officer came and motion for Julia to follow. Malcolm really hoped that they weren't going to do something like a cavity search or something else bad that he might have seen on a prison film. Julia was lead into a small room with a grille and she was made to sit down on this side of it. Apparently she was going to be interviewed or something. Julia sat down and waited. After a while one of the prison guards opened a door on the other side of the room and led in a man. It was the journalist Ritchie Robertson who was beaming all over his face with a little satchel in his hand. What the hell did he want now? He'd got his stupid story the other day in the police cell. "Julia, it's really good to see you again," he gushed. "Ritchie, I'm somewhat surprised to see you. I thought you got what you wanted the other day," Julia retorted. "I think you have me wrong Julia. I'm here to make you an official offer from News Corporation that will really make you're day." "Really?" Julia wasn't convinced. "The people back home have really taken to you and I want you to give The Sun an exclusive photo shoot," Ritchie replied. "Well, I'm not sure that they'll let you take any photos round a Greek prison," Julia countered. "The photo shoot in question and associated interview would pay a fee to you Julia of ?50,000 on the condition that this is an exclusive for The Sun only," Ritchie replied. It didn't take long for it to sink in to Malcolm's brain. Potentially he could pay off the fine and buy off Julia's jail time. There was one major difficulty with all this though. Julia Clark didn't really exist and she had no bank account to pay the money into. All Julia would have to do for this is pose for a few photos and make up some stuff to tell the paper. "OK, I'm interested Mr Robertson, though I have a couple of conditions. The paper pays off the fine and jail time as part of my fee and gives me the remainder in cash," Julia said. There was no way that she could cash a cheque anywhere. Ritchie stroked his beard for a few seconds and then replied. "I think you have a deal Miss Clark, though the cash may have to wait until we get back to Britain," Ritchie told her. He then went into his folder and drew out some papers. "I'm going to need you to sign a few things Miss Clark. They are legal documents that deal with the cash transfer and the details of the exclusivity agreement. You cannot indulge in any other interviews or photo shoots with any other publication in the UK or Europe for a period of three months after the publication of the article in The Sun. Please read all the terms if you want to before signing and then we can get you out of here." Malcolm did not really bother to read the documents he received through the grill. He was going to be getting some money and getting out of jail. If he had to pose as a woman for them to take photos of him in this suit then that was a small price to pay. Julia signed the document, the first time that Malcolm had officially signed anything as Julia. He would have to try and remember the signature in case he needed to repeat it ever. With that Ritchie grinned and shook her hand. ************************************************************************ Alex had seen in the morning papers the next day that Julia was going to be released from jail. The headline in The Sun had made it very clear what had happened. Jean had gone out into Athens a little later, ostensively to get some things to celebrate with. Busty Blonde Hero Freed by The Sun - See Julia Clark's exclusive story tomorrow in a five page exclusive interview. So Malcolm had sold out to the papers for his freedom, but what would the consequences be? He could have taken his month in jail and quietly left Greece to go back to his life in the UK. Now though, he was going to be famous as Julia and he would have to make up a whole fictitious background to tell the Journalists. James was not sure that Malcolm had thought all this through, but he was happy for his friend that he was not going to be spending a month in a Greek jail which could potentially put them all in danger. Alex picked up her phone and brought up the grainy picture of the pair of them she had taken as a selfie on their first night in Greece. What have you done to yourself Malcolm? Malcolm was going to have to go back to work next week and deal with the people from Rent-a-Self. That clause in the contract would mean that he was going to be the owner of a female bodysuit and some ?20,000 in debt to the company. What would he do when other journalists inevitably came sniffing around trying to find Julia Clark? It was a real mess and one that could have easily been avoided. Alex looked up from her phone as a car drew up to the hotel entrance. She hurried over to it but she wasn't the only one who had spotted it. The entire British contingent at the hotel that had been around the pool had swarmed to the car as Julia stepped out of it. Camera flashes started to go off as their fellow guests hurried to get a picture of the famous returning hero. Alex noted that Julia, on seeing the cameras was starting to work herself into a model like pose for the cameras. "Julia!" Alex waved and Julia looked up at her. "Oh hi Alex," Julia replied as though nothing had ever happened. Julia seemed to be in a sunny mood and blissfully happy with it. Had Malcolm not realised the problems he had landed himself into? "You were awesome Julia," Craig gushed at her. "Yeah, you won the game for us. Beckham would have probably lifted it over the bar if it hadn't been for you," Alan added. Julia beamed in response. What was going on with Malcolm? "Could I get a picture with you?" Alan asked. Julia graciously accepted and once she'd done it for one of the guests, they all wanted a picture with her for their holiday memories. After all they could now say that they had met the women who helped take England to the world cup. ************************************************************************ Jean had picked up several bottles of wine, some glasses and even managed to find some party streamers in one of the larger stores in Athens. The wine was only some local Greek white, but it was cheap and plentiful, so Jean had bought an entire case. Since this was going to be a celebration party, Jean picked up a bit of food as well. It was on the way back to the hotel that Jean spotted the shop. It was in a rather tacky looking shop in a downmarket part of Athens, but the big bold sign pronouncing SEX over the doorway left nothing to the imagination as to what the shop contained. Jean hopped off the bus at the next stop and walked back to the shop. After their discussion on the coach the other day Helen had decided that she needed to go through with her promise to teach Alex a little about what women really want out of a relationship. The interior of the shop was as seedy as the outside and there was a little Greek man with glasses sat behind the counter casually looking at a very graphic pornographic magazine. Helen felt grubby just entering the shop, but this man wasn't making her feel any better. She was kind of glad that she was currently a man. The shop keeper had only briefly glanced up at Jean and quickly gone back to his examination of his rather seedy tome. Jean was therefore left alone to look around the shop. Once he'd gone past the rows of vibrators, willies and breasts, he reached a section with whips, handcuffs and various costumes. Jean really didn't want to be in this shop any longer than he had to, so he quickly selected some fur lined handcuffs and a nurses uniform in Alex's size. When he got to the counter he got the shock of his life at what the shop keeper wanted to charge him for his selected purchases. ************************************************************************ Julia had decided to wear the light blue dress that she had bought the other day whilst shopping with Jean for the photo shoot later that day. Jean had done her makeup and hair for her before Ritchie had arrived to pick her up in his four by four. He had shaved his beard and was dressed casually in jeans and a grey t-shirt. Ritchie drove her to a secluded beach well off the beaten path where there was not another soul around and pulled out his camera from its rather expensive looking case. "That's it Julia, left foot slightly forward and push your chest out," He told her. Julia complied and smiled as Ritchie took shot after shot of her. "Could you lower the top a little Julia?" Ritchie asked. Julia pushed the caps out a little to show a bit more of her amble cleavage as Ritchie got her to do pose after pose that made Julia look more like a professional model. "You're a natural Julia," Ritchie said. "The camera loves you." Malcolm felt a warm glow inside as he basked in the attention of the photographer. The heels he was wearing were giving him a few problems on the beach, since they backs of them were sinking in the sand, so in the end Julia had to balance awkwardly on the front soles of her heels. Eventually Ritchie noticed it. "Why don't you lose the heels, the jewellery and the headband and we'll take a few more," Ritchie offered. The light was starting to fade now as the sun went down, but Julia was really enjoying getting all the attention for herself. In the end though the light was too poor to get any more good shots and Ritchie finally put his camera down. "I think I have enough for the article now. We can go back to my place for the interview," he said. Julia thought nothing about going back to a man's room and still flushed with the attention gladly agreed. Ritchie drove them back towards Athens and pulled up to a side road next to a block that looked like any other tourist apartment. "Sorry honey, the company doesn't give us luxury accommodation," Ritchie said as he led her up the steps into his room. He put his camera equipment away whilst Julia went to use the bathroom. When she came back into the main room Ritchie was seated on the balcony with a notepad and pen in hand and a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table. "Come outside, its cooler out here," Ritchie said encouragingly as he poured the wine into the two glasses. Julia obediently stepped through the patio doors and sat herself down on the seat opposite Ritchie. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself. When did you first get interested in football?" he asked. This one was an easy one for Malcolm as he could mostly talk about his own childhood, though he would have to amend things slightly, since when he was young girls weren't encouraged to play football. Julia was able to expand on her love of football with a little bit of embellishing. "Tell me about your first boyfriend?" Ritchie asked. This one Malcolm had no idea about but decided to chance Julia's pretty arm. "Oh he was a hunk called Gerald who loved me to bits," Julia began. "Yes, are you still with him?" Ritchie asked. "Err no. He err got cancer and died," Julia lied. "That must have been awful and you are only twenty three. How long did it take you to get over Frank's death?" Ritchie asked. "Oh about six months, I was pretty broken up about it," Julia replied. Malcolm felt he was doing pretty well. Ritchie put down his pen and looked directly into Julia's blue eyes. "I think we're going to have to concoct a better back storey than this," He said simply. Julia/Malcolm was in shock. Did he know or was he just fishing? "It's not a story, it's my life," Julia countered. "No, it's not Julia. You're not even called Julia are you? So you'll have to start being a better liar. You need to remember the details like your fictional boyfriend's name," Ritchie said gently. "Look what is it you want? I thought you wanted an interview," Julia said helplessly. "Oh I do want an interview, but I need it to look good for my boss Julia. It needs to read like your proper life story and make sense," Ritchie replied. "So why do you think I'm not really Julia then?" Confusion reigned in Malcolm's mind. "Look I'm an investigative journalist Julia. It's not like I don't thoroughly investigate people. You were big news and what did I find when I did a little research? You didn't really have a family, you had no school records and the address you gave me belonged to one Malcolm Trowbridge. So I checked into Malcolm Trowbridge's finances and what did I find? A bill for tickets to the England game, flights to Greece and a bill to a company called Rent-a-Self. Ring any bells? I did some work looking into them last year. They have links to the mob you know and will likely get shut down by the police soon," Ritchie told her. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! "So are you going to throw me to the wolves then?" Julia pouted. "No, I told you we're going to get your story straight. The people want to know about Julia, the paper wants its story and I want ..." Ritchie begun. "What do you want?" Julia interrupted. "I want to get paid for my work, and then I want to know what you want," Ritchie replied. Perhaps, this wasn't going to be a complete disaster. "Good. So my story then ..." Julia began. "Your story doesn't hold any water. Here is one I prepared earlier." Ritchie smiled as he said that and handed Julia a folder. She started to flick through it detailing her life as little girl to present and it seemed pretty comprehensive. "You've done a lot of homework on this," Julia accused Ritchie. "A lot of it won't be traceable by other journalists. They won't be able to make you out as a fraud easily. You could be Julia Clark if you wanted to," Ritchie offered. Was that what Malcolm wanted? He'd certainly been much happier as Julia than he'd ever been as the loser Malcolm. Julia was a hero beloved by the nation. He was much sexier as Julia and he loved being desired and wanted. "I think I do," Julia replied simply. "Don't ask me to explain why." "I'm not making a judgement." Ritchie held up his hands. "Besides I have to declare a degree of self interest in this." Julia arched an eyebrow at that. Just what was Ritchie up to? "Look, the first time I met you in the police cell I developed feelings for you. I didn't know about your true nature then, but even after I found out I didn't care. The research I did on that bodysuit that you are wearing indicates that in all respects you are just the same as a natural woman. So what difference does it make if that is what you want? With my contacts back in the UK I can help you with other parts of it. I can help you get a birth certificate and from there you can get all the other documents you need to be a legal person." "You can make me a real woman?" Malcolm felt strange as though he was a caterpillar about to go into a cocoon and emerge as a butterfly. "I can. And I can also make you feel like a complete woman if you'd like too?" Ritchie asked stroking her hand. This was something that Malcolm hadn't really considered. Julia drank down her glass of wine and poured herself another glass. If he was going to do this then he would need to make some major adjustments. The first one would be that he would no longer think of himself as Malcolm. She was Julia now only and there was no longer anyone called Malcolm in this skin. "So Ritchie, what do I need to do now?" Julia asked. "Well, we can finish the story later if you'd like." Ritchie gulped down his wine and lead Julia over to the bed. After kissing Julia on the lips Ritchie gently lowered Julia to the bed. She was breathing faster now. It was her first time, and it was said that a girl's first time should always be special. Ritchie lowered the top of her dress, revealing her large breasts to the world. Then he moved down and began to suck on the nipples one at a time. The sensations that this sent to the suit were electric and Julia gave a little yelp at the first suck. "Are you Ok baby?" Ritchie asked. "Yes Ritchie, it's just all a bit new to me. Please carry on," Julia replied and Ritchie did just that. The sensation of Ritchie's mouth on her nipples was electric and Julia could already feel her hidden penis growing inside her and the suit reacting to produce moisture in her false vagina. After a while Ritchie lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. Once she was divested of her underwear Ritchie's hand went down and began to massage her clitoris as well as sucking on Julia's breasts. The dual sensations coming from the suit made her squirm in pleasure. "I want you Ritchie," Julia said and it was no lie. She really wanted little Ritchie inside her. Julia didn't know what to do as a woman being made love to, so she let Ritchie take the lead. He pulled away from her briefly and removed his trousers and underwear before gently turning Julia and raising her up to her knees. Facing away from Ritchie, Julia could not see exactly what was about to happen and the anticipation heightened the stiffening of her hidden cock and the wetness of her fake pussy. Then suddenly she felt Ritchie's cock enter her fake hole and start to rub up and down against her hidden member. Julia let out an almighty moan as he started pumping into her and his thighs bumped up against her padded behind. As Ritchie thrust into her, Julia's breasts began to sway. Julia felt the pressure start building within her loins and she knew that these marvellous sensations that she was feeling were going to cause her to explode very soon. Indeed three thrusts later she did just that and had the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life. Ritchie had yet to reach his climax and he continued to pound her behind grunting with each thrust into her. After a few minutes Julia's hidden cock began to get hard again as she became turned on once again by the whole experience. Then she felt Ritchie's thrusts behind her get more urgent and pronounced and heard him exclaim out loud as he shot his load into her. "That was wonderful Ritchie. It's never been like that for me before I was reborn," she said getting up off her knees to kiss him. ************************************************************************ "It looks like the heroine isn't going to show up for her own party. I hope she is alright with that reporter," Alex said. "I must admit I thought she'd be back by now," Jean replied. "We ought to start the food, as we're going home tomorrow and it'll only go to waste." Alex helped herself to the nibbles that Jean had brought back and poured herself a glass of wine. James would not need to be watching his weigh any more after tomorrow to maintain his fit into the Alex suit, so he felt that he could go a little wild. "I just don't trust journalists. He could be taking advantage of Julia," Alex said. "And well, Malcolm isn't exactly a real woman." "Julia's been getting much better at it lately in case you hadn't noticed. At the airport Malcolm was hopeless at it, but when we went shopping ...," Jean replied. "That's not what I meant. I meant that he might be sexually exploiting her and Malcolm is a dude and he'd run a mile," Alex replied. "You think so? Remember the conversation we had on the coach the other day?" Jean asked. There was a distinct tone to his voice as he finished off the nibbles. "Yes," Alex replied warily. "Well I bought you something just so you can get the idea of what it feels like to play kinky dress up games." With that Jean went to the wardrobe and produced the nurse's uniform. "Now put it on and let's play." It sounded like an order. It was just the kind of thing James would have loved to see Helen in and when he thought about her in it, his dick started to grow under the suit. Curious as to what it would look like on Alex, he stripped out of Alex's T-Shirt and shorts and put it on. Alex had to be very careful with the white stockings as his nails were long and was liable to shred the thin fabric. Once they were on though Alex pulled on the uniform and slipped into a pair off little white strappy heels. The final piece to the costume, the hat fitted nicely over Alex's flowing dark locks. Alex looked at herself in the mirror. God I'd do you in an instant! James thought to himself. Alex looked like a sexy nurse come to do something naughty to him. Then he looked up and saw that Jean had taken his shirt and trousers off and was holding a pair of pink furry handcuffs in his left hand. His boxers had a distinctive bulge in them. "Get on the bed; it's time for some of the fun that you love," Jean said. Shit he really means it. I love this kind of thing as a dude, but I don't want to be the target of it. Jean pushed her down onto the bed and clipped the cuffs around one of Alex's wrists. "Look, I'm sorry Helen; I just love this as a dude," Alex pleaded. "So, you are going to deny me the same pleasure then?" Jean retorted. Alex was feeling very self-conscious on the bed in her nurses uniform and then once Jean had clicked the cuffs around her other wrist to fix her to the bedpost, completely vulnerable. Jean pulled down his boxer shorts to reveal the lifelike erect fake penis that had been contained within. "Honey, I just don't fantasise about me being the nurse," Alex continued. "Do you think women do?" Jean replied as she pulled Alex's panties down over her white stockings. "What do you think that women fantasize about?" Alex had no idea. She had no reference for it and now she had no way to stop Jean doing whatever he liked to her. "I don't know," Alex confessed. "I've never really thought about it." "Do you know why I ditched my previous boyfriend?" Jean asked Alex. "He was a jerk and hit you?" Alex ventured. "He didn't think about me and what I wanted. It was all him and his pleasure. Now are you going to be the same way, in which case we may be splitting up when we get back home, or are you willing to change a bit and learn," Jean asked him. "I'm learning now," Alex said. "If it means that I have to go through with this, then does that mean we'll stay together?" "This is not an ultimatum James," Jean said. "This is about you genuinely desiring to be able to please me, just as I do for you." "I do, I thought I made you happy," Alex told him. The eye of Jean's penis was looking at him accusingly. "I some ways you do James. You can be quite gallant at times, but other times ..." Jean let it trail off. "Alright, I didn't know how you felt. I'll try harder and you can fulfil whatever fantasies you like," Alex caved in. "Let's make love normally then. Not just have sex. Let's make love," With that Jean released Alex from the handcuffs and brought her up from the bed. Then slowly he began to undress her until she stood there naked before him. Instinctively Alex moved to cover her naked breasts with her hands. "Don't be self-conscious. Just lose yourself in the moment my love," Jean told her. Alex felt he would never get used to being the woman, but here and now he was with the woman he loved. It didn't matter that he was the woman and she was the man in the end of it, what it mattered was that they were in love and that they could make each other very happy. Alex finally got it and moved in to kiss her man on the lips and hug him to her tightly. Tonight was going to be a whole new step forward in their relationship she could tell. ************************************************************************ The look of love in Alex's eyes last night as he had repeatedly penetrated her vagina told Helen that she had finally found the right man for her. She didn't want to be a man and she didn't really want to have sex with a woman, but with these suits the feelings were transferred and she could love her man whatever he looked like. Gone was all the selfishness and male ego from Alex and finally she could look into James soul and knew that she had found the one for her. It was the tradition that it was the man who did the proposing in the relationship unless it was a leap year. The last leap year had just gone and it would be another three years until she was supposed to be able to pop the question. That would never do however, and Helen felt that she might just have a little loophole that would satisfy all tradition. Alex was still in bed as Jean got up and went to the fridge. She took out the last can of diet coke and opened it before pouring the contents down the sink. Then Jean carefully removed the ring pull and detached the tail part of it. Jean headed back over to the bed and knelt down beside it to kiss Alex lightly on the forehead. "Wake up sleepyhead; I have something to ask you." Alex opened her eyes blearily and smiled up at Jean. "Yes please, I'd love a cup of tea," she said cheekily. "No not that dear. Alex Warren, will you marry me?" Jean asked proffering the ring. "What? Oh yes, I will." Alex seemed genuinely surprised at the proposal but also a mix of pleasure and confusion filled her face. "Aren't I the one who should do the proposing?" She added. "Well it's not a leap year honey and I'm currently the man in the relationship, so no I think I have that covered." "Oh, I see. You're not expecting me to wear the Wedding dress are you?" Alex asked suspiciously. "No honey. You'll not take that away from me. I want to be all woman when I get married," Jean replied. "I'm so pleased that you said yes after last night." ************************************************************************ Julia had come back the next morning and had to hurriedly pack her things in her suitcase so she would be in time for the coach to the airport. She was still tired as she had been at it all night with Ritchie who'd promised her that he would meet her after he finished his assignment here in a day or two. She had a wonderful glow all over her that was the warm feeling of being loved for just being her. Jean and Alex had asked if she was alright to which she had replied "Never better". She'd avoided telling them what had happened with Ritchie all the way to the airport and it was only as they were waiting in the stuffy airport lounge that she decided it was time to tell them the news. Jean and Alex looked happy holding hands opposite Julia on the hard wooden seats of the terminal. "Something wonderful happened last night," she said aloud to her friends at last. "Oh?" Alex arched an eyebrow. "I made a decision. I'm going to stay as Julia," Julia said. "What? That's quite a bombshell dude," Alex exclaimed. "What made you decide that?" "Look, I was never much of a success as Malcolm. My life was falling apart. I didn't tell you but the factory are making me redundant and well I guess you already know about Natalie. The journalist Ritchie likes me and doesn't care about my past and only sees me as a beautiful woman. He's even going to help me with my new identity when we move in together." 'There goes the other bombshell,' Julia thought. "Dude this is all going so fast," Alex began. "Is this what you really want?" "Yes, I think it is. The feeling has been growing in me ever since we arrived, though I didn't understand it until last night. I'd always hidden myself in the male machoness to try and desperately fit in, but women could see that desperation in me. Now I've let that go and I love just being beautiful, sexy, desirable Julia. I can finally be me and let my inner self out. Ritchie even thinks I could get work as a plus size model. He's going to put a portfolio together for me," Julia could see that Alex was too stunned for words. "I think I saw some of that whilst we were shopping the other day. I'm very happy for you Julia. We have some news too," Jean replied. "Oh?" Julia wondered what it was. "Jean and I, sorry Helen and I are going to get married next year!" Alex told her. Julia's face lit up in genuine joy. "That's great news!" Julia congratulated them. Then another thought struck her. "Can I be one of your bridesmaids?" "I don't think I could possibly say no to that. This is after all a trip that none of us will ever forget," Jean concluded as Jean, Julia and Alex shared one last group hug before boarding the plane.