Irenes Missionary Adventure
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I met Gabrielle on a music festival where I played with my band. After
our gig she complimented me on our show and we started to chat. She was
over from the UK and stayed with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressed
by this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultra
black make up, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnet
boots. We directly had a click and she started telling about her life in
London. It appeared she was a professional corset maker. She showed me
some pictures of her work on her IPhone.
"Wow, that's really cool," I said as I looked at some glamorous pictures
of gorgeous girls, dressed in lingerie and Victorian corsets, "it must
be amazing to wear one of those." She showed some more pictures until
there was a picture of a blonde girl in a purple latex dress. Hypnotized
I murmured, "Mmmm, that feels so good."
She looked me straight into my eyes. "How do you know?"
I blushed and stammered that maybe I had some experience in that field.
"Interesting, tell me more," she teased.
For some reason I couldn't stop myself and told Gabrielle all about my
secret life as Irene, blushing all the time. I told her that my
girlfriend didn't know, that I dressed up quite often, taking pictures
of me and posting them on Flickr.
She looked me up and down. With a bit of amused disbelieve she said,
"I'd really like to see that."
I shrugged and thought, ok, what the heck and showed her my Flickr page
on my phone.
Now it was her turn to be stunned. "Oh wow, is that really you? You are
so cute! And do you do your makeup yourself? And those outfits, where do
you get them?"
I nodded shyly. "Thank you, I learned doing makeup from YouTube, I have
some stuff and wigs in a secret stash and I borrow most of the clothes
and shoes from my girlfriend, we have about the same size." I blurted
out.
"And you say you've never been out as Irene! That is such a shame. You
should go to parties all dolled up. It would be so much fun!"
I told her that I just didn't dare to go outside because I was afraid
that somebody would recognize me. I had dreamed of going to Tgirl
parties and makeovers in other citiesin Holland but the truth was that I
just couldn't find the courage to do so...
"Well, maybe Irene should come over to London and spend some days at my
place. I'm sure she'll love it," Gabrielle said.
"You mean, stay at your place as a girl?" My knees suddenly became very
wobbly.
"Yes sure, why not. It will be fun. I'll dress you up and we'll go out
with my friends."
My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry and I didn't know what to say.
"Let's set a date now otherwise you'll chicken out. Shall we say
Thursday the 25th of August? There's nice Goth party that Saturday. I'll
take you to it."
I nodded, still a bit stupefied. Her friends called that their taxi was
leaving. Quickly she wrote her mail address on a flyer, kissed me on the
lips and ran off. "See you in London, Irene!"
In a state of shock I went to my band mates to bring our gear to the
van. The bass player said, "Are you ok? I saw you talking to that chick;
did she make a move on you or something?" The drummer just chuckled.
"Sort of," I said meekly, and I was very quiet on our way home.
A month later I sat in the Eurostar, on my way to London, with
butterflies in my tummy. It had taken me some days and restless nights
to work up the courage to mail Gabrielle. She replied sweetly that she
had certainly not forgotten our meeting, that her flat mates also loved
my photos on Flickr and that Irene was still welcome to come over to
London. She would pick me up on Thursday the 25th, at St. Pancreas
station at 7PM, after her work.
Flat mates? What the ...?
I travelled lightly ("Don't bring too many clothes, I'll take care of
everything.") and arrived on schedule in London. Gabrielle was waiting
on the platform, wearing a cute girly summer dress with biker boots, her
red hair in a pony tail. She looked very pretty and bubbly and she was
happy to see me. We kissed and she looked me in the eyes.
"Nervous?"
"No, not at all," I bluffed with a coy smile which betrayed that this
was actually the scariest adventure of my life.
"Don't worry, Irene," she said, "you'll l love being a girl." She took
me by the hand and we walked to the tube. In the tube we chatted about
her work, music, movies and gradually I started to feel at ease.
After half an hour of travelling we entered the place where she lived,
an old house with two stories which she shared with her two flat mates,
Debbie and Becca. They would be home later that evening so Gabriella
said that we would have all the time for Irene to appear. Immediately I
felt that sinking feeling in my stomach again.
We drank tea on the couch, although I felt I could use something
stronger. Gabrielle had prepared a bath for me, and I relaxed in the
warm rose-scented water. I took my razor out of my backpack and shaved
twice until my face was completely smooth. After half an hour Gabrielle
came in with a tube of Veet.
"Ok, honey, now dry yourself and put this cream all over your body,
except for your pubic hair."
I rubbed the foul smelling stuff all over my body, careful not to miss a
spot. After ten minutes I scraped my skin and all hair came off, leaving
my skin all smooth and rosy.
Suddenly Gabrielle came in. I felt embarrassed but she didn't seem to
mind at all, seeing me as nude as I had ever been.
"Mmmm, smooth as a baby, me likes," she said, " now stand still for the
final touch."
She took a razor and started grooming my pubic hair, just leaving a cute
heart shaped patch above my cock. I just stood there, waiting what would
come next.
"Ok, Irene, time for your boobies," she said, went out of the bathroom
and came back with a plastic bag and a spray can. She took out two fake
breasts and sprayed them. She told me to stand still, cleaned my chest
with a tissue and some alcohol and sprayed on some glue.
After a minute she took a breast form and pressed it against my chest.
She admired the result and applied the second one.
"Wow, that's a nice rack, Irene!" she said. "Cup C, I think. I guess the
glue will hold for some days. And sorry for the nipples, but don't
worry, it will only give you more attention from the guys." She laughed,
but I wasn't sure if I should laugh too.
I looked down and saw two completely natural boobies, firm and with
enthusiastically erect nipples. Oh my god, what is happening to me....
Gabrielle handed me a dressing gown and said ,"Ok, Irene, now go to your
room on the first floor and put on what I've layed ready for you on your
bed."
I went upstairs, feeling the cold air against my naked skin and with the
strange sensation of the two boobs pulling on my skin and disturbing my
balance.
In my room there where some clothes laying on the bed. A set of matching
bra and panties in black lace and some hold-up stockings. The lingerie
had a cute butterfly pattern and the panties had a little bow on the
back. I put on the bra and was amazed how it fitted with my new set of
boobies. I couldn't help touching myself and admiring the feel and the
weight of it. The panties came next. With some force I pushed my semi-
erect cock between my legs and I pulled up the thong. The lace covered
my pussy and the string went nicely between my ass cheeks.
The hold up stockings came next. I rolled them up and put them on,
slowly enjoying the magical feeling of nylon against my smooth skin. I
pulled them up as far as I could, playfully letting the elastic snap
against my thighs. Oh my god, this feels so good, I thought.
I went downstairs again. Gabrielle heard me and admired me, "Wow, you're
looking hot, dear; now follow me to my room for your makeup."
I followed her into a room which had the atmosphere of a boudoir, and
was pointed to a low chair in front of a vanity table with a mirror.
"Relax, Irene," Gabrielle said, "I'll give you the make over of your
dreams." She put a large towel over the mirror. "I don't want to spoil
the surprise."
She went to work. After putting a nylon cap over my hair, carefully
hiding every strand, she started plucking my eyebrows with tweezers in a
thin, arched, feminine shape.
"Ouch, that hurts!" I yelled.
"Come on, Irene, don't be a pussy," she laughed, and, after she was
satisfied, applied a foundation which felt cold against my shaven skin.
After rubbing it in she dusted my face with a powder puff.
"Every famous painting starts with a canvas," she said and went to work
on my eyes. Eyeliner came first, heavy and black, ending in a small wing
next to my eyes. Kohl was applied on my eyelids, on the inside and on
the outside. Then she chose for a smokey eye shadow, working from light
near my nose to very dark on the outside. Long false eyelashes came
next. She applied a bit of white glue to them and she positioned them
carefully on my upper eyelids with the tweezers.
Heavy mascara was applied on my lashes, boosting the volume until she
was satisfied.
"Wow, you really have a feminine face Irene, it's amazing." She took a
box with powder in different colors and a small brush and started
contouring my face.
I felt amazing. This was what I had dreamed about and I couldn't believe
this was actually happening to me.
Gabrielle clearly enjoyed her work. Humming a tune (did I recognize You
are beautiful?) she took a red pencil and started contouring my lips.
"You have nice soft lips, Irene; I'll just make them a bit plumper to
make them even more kissable."
I smiled faintly and she took a red lipstick to fill in the contours.
For the final touch she added some lip gloss to my lower lip.
"Do you want your ears pierced?" she asked, teasingly.
"No, that would raise questions back home, I guess."
"Oh, don't worry about that, they'll never notice," she laughed, and
took some large hooped earrings which she clipped on my earlobes. I
shook my head and I liked the weight and the tingling sound.
"And now the moment of truth." Gabrielle opened a box and took out a
long blonde wig. She combed it, almost caressing it. She made me bow my
head and put the wig on. She tucked, pulled and shifted a bit and
stepped back to admire the result.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed, with real amazement in her voice, "you're
not going to believe this!"
Butterflies in my tummy again. She adjusted some details and finally
asked, "Are you ready, girl?"
My heart was trying to escape as she removed the towel from the mirror.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
From the mirror a pretty petite blonde stared back, her piercing blue
eyes full of disbelieve. Her red kissable lips formed a barely audible
"Wow...."
Her perky breasts looked sweet in a sexy lace bra and the strange thing
was: they moved when I moved! Then I realized that this sexy blonde was
actually me.....
"Oh wow, Gabriella, what have you done," I exclaimed, standing up from
the vanity table.
Her eyes were big with surprise. "I have to admit, I'm a bit stunned
myself."
I examined the cute girl in lingerie and almost automatically tried out
the poses I normally do for my Flickr photo shoots. I turned around,
looked over my shoulder and enjoyed the view of long flowing blond hair
almost touching the round and firm derriere. When I moved the stockings
followed the shapely legs and the little bow on my bum playfully danced
with every move I made.
Oh my god, the girl in the mirror was so hot! I felt an avalanche of
emotions, soaking up the image of the girl in the mirror but suddenly I
noticed that something was happening down there. I looked down and
noticed a quite unfeminine asset trying to burst though the lace.
Gabrielle noticed it too.
"That's not going to work, Irene." she chuckled, "real girls don't have
bulges like that. Now let me help you taking care of that."
She dropped on her knees, gently took out my cock from the lace panties
and put it in her moist mouth. She slowly pulled and sucked with her red
lips, meanwhile caressing my bum.
Here I was, dressed up like a hot girl, in a strange house in London,
with a pretty redhead sucking my cock. I felt drunk and ecstatic, my
head spinning. I though I would explode and suddenly I did, in her
mouth. She sucked the last bit of manhood from me and stood up. She
kissed me fully on my lips, her mouth full of my own cum. Her tongue
probed mine and I was surprised about the salty taste, something between
oysters and French cheese..... We kissed and kissed and kissed, tongues
wrestling and swapping my juices. After what felt like ages, she pulled
back.
"Now, how was that sweetie? You'd better learn to enjoy that taste if
you want to be a girl,'" she said with a huge smile.
I swallowed. "That was amazing," I said softly, panting and my head a
turmoil.
She looked me deeply in my eyes and put a little kiss on my nose.
"Now, let's get you finished before the girls get home. I want to show
you off!"
Suddenly businesslike she said, "What do you normally do to tuck?"
"Tape." I said, a bit embarrassed about spilling my trade secrets.
"That won't be practical if you want to be a girl 24/7, but I borrowed
something from a friend who is a professional dancer."
She rummaged through the plastic bag and produced an odd garment.
"It's called a gaff," Gabrielle said and instructed me to take off my
panties and let me don the gaff. I put my now deflated manhood in a
little pouch and pulled it between my legs. I admired my amazing smooth
mons pubis, with only the small patch of public hair on display. I put
on the panties again, enjoying the snug feel of lace between my ass
cheeks.
"I just read on my Whatsapp that I have to work tomorrow," Gabrielle
said, "We'll have to get up early so I can dress you up for the day and
do your makeup, so I gueass we better stay in for tonight. Anyway, the
girls will be in any minute. Now let's see, what would be comfortable
for you to relax on the couch?"
She went to a chest and took out some black satin pajamas. I put them
on, feeling the soft smooth fabric against my skin and my stockinged
legs.
Gabrielle tossed me a pair of black pumps.
"Better get used to heels, honey," she said with a grin.
I put them on and expertly paraded a few steps in front of her.
"Wow, you've practiced, you naughty girl, you," she laughed.
The front door banged and there was the sound of excited voices.
Suddenly I felt nervous again.
Gabrielle saw it. "Don't worry, they won't bite, just nibble," and we
went over to the living room.
Debbie and Becca were coming in, stared at me and started to scream.
"Oh my god, you must be Irene! Cool to see you! Gab, what have you done
with her, she's so effing cute! And those blue eyes!"
I felt very shy but the girls quickly put me at ease. We sat on the
couch chatting with them making jokes about my alto voice and my Dutch
accent. We drank some wine and I felt so good and so complete.
I drifted away a bit and absentminded enjoyed how Becca softly stroked
my inner thigh. Slowly her hand crept up but Debbie said, "No you don't
Becca, the poor lass has had quite a day! Patience, love, we'll have
plenty of fun this weekend."
The girls laughed. I was drowsy from the emotions and the wine.
Gabrielle said, "I'll bring you to bed, sweetie."
She brought me to my bed, took off my heels and tucked me in. From a
shelf she took an old teddy bear and put it in my arms. With a kiss on
my lips she said, "Nighty night, Irene, beautiful girl."
"Kussen en knuffels," I murmured, smiling happily and sailed off to
dream land, the words of Debbie blissfully going through my mind.
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