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Barrack Room Betty
By Michele Nylons
Chapter Three - Michele's Story
The four Wrens of Collins Division woke at 'call the hands' at 0640.
Doris had got out of bed at 0600 to prepare breakfast and was in the
galley. She'd tried her best to do her makeup and dress like a Wren but
she still looked like a 'scranbag'; not that it mattered, in the steam
filled, greasy kitchen. Her hair was matted and her makeup ran as she
sweated over breakfast.
Michele, Polly and Mary shaved and took their time applying makeup,
pulling on and brushing their wigs and dressing in their Wrens uniforms.
"Ok girls; let's get breakfast. Try not to upset Spike or get the other
Leading Recruits offside," Michele said fluffing around her charges and
making sure they met her standards.
In the caf?, the Wrens sat at their table and ate their breakfast; very
aware that the four Leading Recruits were looking at them critically.
Michele kept her two Wrens engaged but she noticed that both Mary and
Polly were preening and glancing across to the boys table.
"You two need to be careful," Michele said.
"What on earth do you mean?" Polly asked.
"You know what I mean. You like it that the guys find you attractive.
You don't know where this might lead to, we still have the best part of
six weeks to go," Michele said.
"Oh come on Michele; it's just a jolly! We look great dressed as Wrens
thanks to your help but it's just another way for the Leading Recruits
to intimidate us. At least now they seem to appreciate us and don't
treat us like shit!" Polly replied.
"Yeah...Well just be careful," Michele said.
Polly and Mary gave Michele an insolent look and glanced over to the
men's table and were happy to see that Jimmy, Jean and Billy were
furtively glancing their way. Polly wriggled in her seat and smoothed
her skirt ensuring her stocking-tops were on display and was rewarded
with a gasp when the boys saw her thighs. Mary pushed out her breasts
and run her hand though her hair and was rewarded with a smile.
"Just be careful!" Michele snapped again and stood up and left the
table.
She went back to the block and made a brew and sat outside smoking a
cigarette, drinking her tea. She was worried about her friends who now
had now become her charges; were they really that naive? Polly seemed
very taken with crossdressing as a Wren, she obviously enjoyed the
attention, and Mary was similarly engrossed with her female persona and
happy to be an object of devotion rather than derision. Doris was not
happy dressing as a Wren and Michele wondered if it was genuine disgust
at having to dress as the opposite sex or whether she was pissed that
she really didn't look that good dressed as a Wren because of her
weight.
She glanced at her watch and saw it was 0805 and time to turn too. HMS
Chelmsford was 'out of routine' during the ROP, flag Charlie flying from
the yard, indicating that the ceremony of colours and sunset was in
abeyance. Normally both watches of the hands mustered on parade and
reported for duty followed the hoisting of the White Ensign at 0800.
Today Michele flicked her cigarette butt into the spit kid, put her
cigarettes and lighter into her pockets and made her way over to the
administration building and the regulating office.
Leading Recruit Jones sat with his feet up at the Regulator's desk, his
spit-polished boots resting on the edge of the desk as he smoked a
cigarette and sipped tea. He deliberately did not acknowledge Michele
as she entered the office, removed her jacket and hung it on a peg, and
sat behind the desk where the Wren Writer usually sat to type out Daily
Orders, watchbills and various Memoranda.
He however did notice that once again she smoothed the seat of skirt and
crossed her legs at the ankles; very ladylike peculiarities. The
silence was icy and neither of them wanted to recount what had happened
when Spike has spanked her last night.
"Get your pad and come over here Wren Nyland and I'll dictate Daily
Orders for tomorrow," Spike said.
Michele picked up her steno pad and sat on a chair in front of Leading
Recruit Jones, acutely aware of his gaze on her pretty face, her body
and on her legs as she crossed them and smoothed down her skirt. Her
right knee crossed over her left and she unconsciously rocked her right
leg and dangled her shoe.
"Ok enough bullshit Michele. You know too much about dressing like a
lady, makeup, clothes, wigs, the whole lot. And your mannerisms and
voice; you can't learn them in two days. What's the story?" Spike stared
at her.
Michele just sat head down staring at the floor, dreading being here
alone with Leading Recruit Jones. She raised her head and looked at him
defiantly but there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"You know you're going to tell me; even if I have to spank it out of
you," Spike winked at her but Michele saw the cold malice behind the
wink and shivered.
"Ok. This is my story," Michele began...
Michael was born late in his parent's marriage, an accident that
occurred when his mom was in her mid thirties. He had four older
sisters who pretty much raised him in their mother's absence as she was
businesswoman who thought her child raising days were behind her. His
sisters had no compunction in getting around the house partially clothed
in his presence. They regularly turned up for breakfast dressed only
in
slip, bra, panties and hose. Their makeup would already be applied and
they would eat their breakfast dressed only in lingerie. His sisters
noticed his fascination with how they were dressed and teased him. They
made him wear panties and slips to bed instead of pajamas.
They often held him down and put makeup on him, teasing out his long
curly locks, dressing him in their lingerie and dresses, skirts,
blouses, and heels. By the time Michael entered his early teens his
sisters had married and left home but his predilection to crossdress was
ingrained.
The feel of the sleek fabric of stockings, panties, bras, slips and
suspenders on his skin was like nothing he had ever experienced in his
short life. The flick of a hem, the sense of his skirt or dress against
his thighs, flicking his fringe out of his eyes, wearing high-heels
making his buttocks and legs taught and shapely. The taste of lipstick
and smell of perfume, the reflection of his heavily made up face in
mirror; it was all indescribably arousing to him.
Now in his late teens, Michael was left alone most of the time; with his
sisters having married and moved out and his parents way on business he
had the place to himself a lot of time. He acquired all the requisites
he needed to crossdress and spent hours and sometimes days dressed as a
woman, luxuriating in feeling feminine. He often masturbated whilst
dressed but it was more about the comfort he felt whilst dressed enfemme
than the sexuality.
His life changed forever not long after his nineteenth birthday.
Michele was dressed enfemme as usual on a rainy Saturday afternoon and
was sitting quietly engrossed reading a fashion magazine. She never
even heard the front door unlock nor the footsteps of her Uncle Bill and
was shocked beyond speech when she looked up to see him standing over
her.
"Oh my god!" Michele clasped a hand to her mouth in surprise.
"Oh my god! Is that you Michael?" Bill looked astounded.
"What are you doing here?" Michele asked.
"Your dad asked me to drop in and make sure you were ok; he and your mom
have been away for over a week and were worried about you," Bill
replied.
"And you couldn't call first! You couldn't knock! For fuck sake Uncle
Bill!" Michele began to whimper.
"Look we need to talk about this Michael," Bill demanded.
"This isn't about me, it's about you," Bill went on.
He sat down next to his nephew.
"Its Michele," Michele sobbed.
"When I'm dressed I'm Michele," she explained.
"Ok Michele; do you want to explain?" Bill asked.
"Are you going to tell mom and dad?" Michele asked.
"Tell me about it first Michele," Bill said placing a soothing hand on
her shoulder.
Michele told her uncle about how his sisters dressed him as a girl and
about how she had come to love dressing as a girl and did so at every
opportunity.
"And no one knows?" Bill scooted up close to Michele.
"Well, now you do," Michele heaved and tears ran down her cheeks.
"And soon everyone else will I suppose," she cried
"There, there," Bill patted her knee, his fingertip stroking the
diaphanous nylon of her stocking.
Michele was sobbing and Bill pulled her to him so that her head rested
on his shoulder; he hugged her and stroked her hair. Michele found this
very comforting and also very feminine; a frail young woman being
comforted by an older man. She could smell his aftershave, tobacco and
whisky.
Bill rubbed her back and continued to stroke her hair; she felt so
feminine in his arms and she smelt delicious and sexy. He held her like
that for ages and then Bill became aware that he was becoming aroused.
"We don't have to tell anyone you know," he murmured quietly.
Michele raised her head and looked him in the eyes. She was young and
beautiful, despite the smudged mascara; her sparkling green eyes,
accentuated by eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara, her high sharp
cheekbones defined by rouge and her full lips enhanced by ruby red
lipstick.
"It can be our secret," Bill sighed and lowered his face to hers.
Michele was too shocked to protest and when she felt his soft lips on
hers she was at first confused, then delighted. It was the ultimate
compliment; a man found her attractive! This was what she had been
missing dressing up alone, the companionship of someone who treated her
just like a lady.
When Bill pulled her closer she responded and kissed him back. Bill
slid his tongue in her mouth and at first Michele was shocked but it
felt so nice, so natural, and she entwined her tongue with his. They
kissed and hugged for at least half an hour and then breathless, Michele
eased her face from his.
"Can this really be our secret Uncle Bill?" Michele looked searchingly
into his eyes.
"Of course and its just Bill," he pulled her to him again and Michele
snuggled up to him and kissed him back.
They kissed for a while longer and then Michele felt Bill take her hand
and guide it to his groin; her fingers felt the hardness of his member
through his trousers and she snatched her hand away.
"No Bill!" she gasped, although they continued to kiss.
But then she felt Bill's hand slide under her dress and caress her
stocking-clad thighs and she melted. It felt so good, she felt like a
woman being seduced by a man. She allowed him to stroke the soft creamy
skin above her stocking welts and then he gently stroked her erect
penis
through her soft nylon panties and she shuddered with pleasure. Her
hand snaked back down to his groin and she willingly gripped his
erection through his trousers.
They continued to kiss and fondle; Bill gently stroking Michele's
throbbing penis through her knickers and Michele rubbing Bill through
his trousers. Then she became adventurous and she undid his flies and
snaked her fingers inside and found his hot, hard, erection; she gripped
it and then raked her painted fingernails along the throbbing shaft.
Bill squeezed Michele harder through her panties and they both gasped
and slavered at each other with passion.
Michele stroked Bill's cock; squeezing his bulbous glans and she felt
the pre-seminal fluid leak from the eye. She stroked it faster and
harder and Bill did the same to her. They both came in few seconds; she
flooding her panties and Bill gushing into his underpants and trousers.
They were kissing each other so passionately that their teeth were
clicking together.
They remained snuggled up to each other, kissing, and stroking each
other fondly on the cheek. Michele broke the kiss.
"I guess we both have a secret now," Michele giggled.
Now she felt absolutely like a woman. A man had found her truly
desirable and had made advances to her which she had welcomed.
"Let me get us a drink so we can talk more about this," Bill said and
disentangled himself from her.
He dropped his pants and kicked them off, followed by his socks and
shoes. He hung his trousers over the back of a chair.
"I'll let them dry out," he smiled as he poured them both a glass of
wine.
He returned and sat down next to Michele who had cleaned herself as best
she could with some tissues. It wasn't long before they were kissing
again and that led to fondling and that led to them touching each other.
This time Bill placed a firm hand on Michele's neck and guided her face
down to his groin. Michele hesitated only briefly before she lowered
her mouth over his pulsating member and began to slather and suck it.
Bill came almost instantly; he'd always dreamed of getting a blowjob but
his church-going wife wouldn't even entertain the idea and doled about
sex once a month or so, lying frigid on her back in a full length
dressing down.
Michele was so turned on when Bill exploded in her mouth; it gave her a
feeling of power as well as femininity. She was shocked and then
wonderfully surprised when Bill lowered his face to her lap, hiked up
her skirt and began to kiss her through her knickers. When she was
suitably tumescent Bill swallowed her cock and after sucking on it for
barely thirty seconds she orgasmed as well.
Half an hour later they sat chatting on the lounge; Michele was lying
with her head in his lap and Bill was stroking her hair soothingly,
while his other hand explored her body.
"So it's our secret. Whenever my mom and dad are away you come over and
visit," Michele summarised their conversation.
"Oh you bet darling and every opportunity we can get together, I would
love to," Bill smiled down at her.
"Hmm? What's going on here then?" Michele turned her head towards
Bill's slowly thickening penis and licked the shaft.
Bill thew his head back and sighed.
"Oh you vixen!" he moaned and Michele engulfed his manhood.
And all was good for about a year and then one day in 1973 the
inevitable happened. Michele's bedroom door burst open and in strode
her dad to find her on her back moaning with passion, her stocking-clad
legs draped over Bills shoulders as he slowly fucked her. They were so
engrossed in their lovemaking that it wasn't until Michele's father's
roundhouse punch knocked Bill to the floor that they realised they had
been caught.
It was chaos for a while, with accusations of homosexuality, incest and
adultery flung backwards and forwards between the two families.
Eventually it was decided that to save the family name, Michael would
join the Armed Forces and never crossdress again, and Bill would take a
sabbatical from the college where he worked and take his wife on
extended European tour. The families would never mention the incident
again.
"And so here I am; Recruit Michael Nyland, hiding my families shame by
joining the Andrew," Michele whispered.
Michele's story had gotten Spike sexually aroused and he was doing his
best to hide an erection.
"You mean Recruit Wren Michele Nyland," Spike replied.
"Yes Leader," Michele responded submissively.
"Come here!" he ordered.
Michele arose and stood to attention in front of him. Spike looked her
up and down, her pretty face framed by the black bob, lovely green eyes,
and slender neck with the tie knotted at her throat. Her white blouse
billowed by breasts he knew were false but her slim hips were real as
were those long, shapely legs enhanced by the sheer black stockings.
Even her long elegant fingers looked lovely with their red nailpolish.
He reached out and pulled her into his lap; her soft buttocks pressing
down on his erection. Her legs dangling over the armrest of the chair.
He drew her face to his, her breath sweet with a hint of tobacco, he
gazed in her eyes than he crushed her lips with his. Her arms went up
around his neck and she pulled him to her as she returned the kiss.
To be continued.
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