Irenes Missionary Adventure
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"Irene, wake up sweetie."
Slowly the mist from my dream started to lift. Irene, who's that?
I slowly became aware that I was holding something soft and cuddly in my
arms. A Teddy bear?
I moved and felt something tugging at my chest. Breasts? I opened my
eyes slowly and saw the broad smile of a pretty redhead just in front of
my face.
"Wake up, pretty girl."
In a flash everything from last night came back. Oh, my god, so it
wasn't a dream!
I sat up and looked down at myself. Through strands of blonde hair I saw
two perky breasts beneath black satin pyjamas. Oh wow!
The redhead (Gabrielle, I remembered in a flash) told me to shower and
to meet her downstairs. I got out of bed and, noticing my stockinged
feet, went into the small bathroom. I wasn't truly prepared for what I
saw in the mirror.
A sleepy blonde in heavy makeup stared back at me. She opened her mouth
and whispered, "Well hello there...."
Everything was coming back slowly, and vaguely it dawned upon me what I
was expected to do. I took off the hair, my pyjamas, the lingerie and
the stockings I was wearing. Under the thong I found a piece of garment
which held my cock back. I remembered that it was called a gaff. The
breasts seemed to be glued to my chest so I just grinned and stepped
under the shower. I noticed my razor still lying there and made my face
baby-smooth again.
I put on a pink dressing gown and went downstairs, taking the wig and
the clothes with me. Gabrielle met me, dressed in jeans, high heeled
ankle boots and a white blouse, and ushered me into her room, to the
vanity table from last night. She told me to don the gaff and gave me a
set of bra and panties. In a trance I put on the shiny but simple black
lingerie, admiring the feminine flat shape of my pussy.
"I'll do your makeup, sweetie, but then I'll have to run to my work.
Don't worry; the girls will take care of you."
I nodded sheepishly and Gabrielle started to do her magic. She cleaned
some patches on my face which weren't washed off enough in the shower
and put on foundation and powder.
"I want to give you a more natural girly daytime look for your first
steps outside," she said, "it's such a pity I can't go with you today."
Outside? I felt panic coming up while she worked on my eyes, applying
eyeliner and golden brown eye shadow. She put mascara on my eyelashes,
including the falsies she had glued on yesterday. It felt funny when I
batted my eyes.
Using a plastic template she filled in my neatly trimmed eyebrows. She
applied some powder until she was satisfied and contoured my lips with a
red pencil. Filling it in with medium shade of red and adding a touch of
lip gloss made it complete.
She took the long blonde wig, put it on my head, shifted it a bit and
stepped back to admire the result.
"Nice!" she said, "cute, but not too sexy. Just what you need for today.
Such a shame I have to work. Tell me everything about it tonight! Have
fun, pretty girl!"
And with a kiss on my forehead she rushed off. I heard the front door
and kept staring at the cute girl in the mirror, a bit at a loss what to
do next.
I stood up in front of the mirror just enjoying the black lingerie on my
smooth body, long blonde hair flowing halfway down my back.
I heard somebody coming down the stairs and saw Debbie standing in the
doorframe, wearing a huge T-shirt with Minnie Mouse on it. She was about
my height, fully figured with large breasts and legs that didn't seem to
end. She had a huge smile on her face.
"Good morning, little sis," she said. "We're going to have so much fun
today! Make yourself comfortable. I'll make breakfast for you and Becca,
that is if Milady ever wakes up of course."
I installed myself on the couch, still a bit dozy. Becca came down in a
pink baby doll and silently sat next to me, softly caressing my leg.
"Hello Irene, did you dream of me?"
I stared into her green eyes. She was a bit taller then me, a bit skinny
but with all the curves in the right places and with a permanent naughty
look in her eyes. I confessed and she just smiled.
During breakfast we talked about all kinds of things and I almost forgot
that I sat at a breakfast table in London, in lingerie, in full make up,
with two pretty girls I was only just getting to know.
Suddenly it all came back with a bang. I felt nauseous and nervous and I
couldn't eat another bite. The girls noticed and Debbie said, "Ok, let's
go for it then."
We went to Gabrielle's room and the girls made me stand in front of the
mirror.
"For starters; Gab left you something," Debbie said, "turn around and
lift your arms."
I did and Debbie wrapped some sort of a wide belt around my waist,
hooking it up at the front.
"Breath out," she said and started pulling some laces at the back. I
felt like I was clipped in two and breathing suddenly became hard.
"Just relax, Irene," Becca chuckled, while Debbie made a knot, "you'll
get used to it. We know, we've all modelled for Gab."
The girls started to discuss how they would dress me up just like I was
their new doll. I cowardly suggested that, since it would be my first
time out, we could start with some casual jeans.
"Nonsense," Becca said, "that would be a waste. I want to show off your
pretty legs."
She went to her room and returned with a short pleated skirt in faux
leather.
"These will be perfect; you'll only need some black pantyhose with it."
From one of the drawers she produced a pair and I started putting them
on, careful not to rip them. The sensation of the material against my
smooth shaven legs was wonderful.
Debbie gave me a sleeveless top with Hello Kitty on it. I put it on with
some effort and noticed how my nipples showed through the pink fabric. I
put on the leather skirt. It came halfway up my thighs.
"Isn't it a bit short?" I said nervously.
"Just don't bend over if you don't have to," Becca laughed, "don't
worry, this is London, we're used to quite a bit. And besides that, you
should be proud of those pins!"
"Maybe walking on high heels in public is a bit too much for the first
time," Debbie said, and she came back from her room with a pair of low
heeled cowboy boots. I put them on and did some comfortable steps.
I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. The combination of C-cup
breast forms, waist clincher and the pleated skirt gave me a wonderful
girly shape, and the boots added a nice streetwise touch to the total
picture.
Becca took my hands and started to paint my nails a bright red, adding
some silver sparkles to the tips as a bonus. The girls rummaged through
Gabrielle's drawers and started decorating me with earrings, rings,
braces and a pearl necklace. Some puffs of a totally feminine perfume
made my transformation complete.
The girls admired their hard work. "You rock, Irene," Debbie said, and
the girls went to their rooms to dress up themselves.
I just stood there, with mixed emotions and trying to find the courage
to go outside.
The girls came down again, dressed in several shades of urban street
wear, and it was clear that there was no way back.
Since the weather was grey and a bit chilly, Debbie handed me a gorgeous
black leather jacket. "Ready?" she smiled, and opened the door.
In a dream I stepped outside and walked the first yards down the
sidewalk with my new friends. I did my best to move as girly as I could
and I was only too aware of the summer wind touching my nyloned legs and
brushing through my long blonde hair.
I felt like everybody in London was looking at me, and I kept my gaze
fixed on the sidewalk. Debbie took my hand and told me to relax. Becca
put an arm around my waist and so we walked to the Tube.
On the platform I finally dared to look around. Nobody seemed to take
special notice of the three girls standing there, apart from a guy who
was admiring my legs. Our eyes met and he winked. I blushed and Becca
laughed.
The train came and we found a place to sit. I crossed my legs, trying to
cover my legs, myself, actually every bit of me, all the time completely
aware of the two guys sitting opposite to me, checking me out from head
till toe.
The girls took me for a little walk around Trafalgar Square and showed
me some local highlights. I had to confess I was a bit too occupied with
my own highlights to pay much attention. The bouncing of my boobies, the
way my skirt flowed around my legs and most of all the sensation of
walking around in public dressed as a girl; all of it was simply
overwhelming.
The girls teased me a bit to make me feel at ease and Debbie suggested
her patented cure for all girly problems: shopping.
We went into a couple of boutiques and they made me fit everything that
they wanted to see me in. Skirts, tops, skinny jeans, you name it. I
felt a little shy to start with, but no one seemed to notice anything
strange and the sales girls were very kind. I relaxed a bit and started
to enjoy the whole new experience of just being one of the girls.
In the end I bought a frilly summer dress, not unlike the one Gabrielle
had worn yesterday. Becca protested that it was too long and patted my
bum.
With our loot we walked through the crowded street. I was feeling quite
brave now and tried my best catwalk strut, wiggling my bum. Clumsily I
dropped the bag with my new dress in it and I bent over to pick it up. I
came up again, turned around and saw a guy, grinning like the Cheshire
Cat. I became red and ran after the girls.
We ended the afternoon on the terrace of a little wine bar. We sat there
having a glass of Chardonnay and I felt happy and complete. Debbie and
Becca had fun too and gave me little tips on behaving like a girl in
public.
Suddenly I had to take one of these tips to the test so I went inside
looking for the bathroom. With some hesitation I chose the door with the
woman on it. Inside was an older woman checking her makeup in the
mirror. I greeted her softly and she smiled at me. The cute blonde in
the mirror smiled back.
With everything safely tucked in again I rejoined the girls and we took
the Tube back home.
When we came home Gabrielle was already there. She looked at me
admiringly, complimented the girls on my outfit and listened to my
ramblings. Oh, it had been so cool. I kept babbling and babbling and she
just smiled, "Told you so."
We had some drinks and things cooled down a bit. I learned that the next
plan was to go to their favourite pub for dinner and some drinks with
friends.
Gabrielle looked at me and said, "Since this is Friday night and a
special occasion, we'll go in style of course. Come on, I'll dress you
up. "
She took me to her room and told me to undress except for my jewellery,
the gaff and the waist clincher. She gave me some nude hold up stockings
and I carefully put them on.
A black string came next. "You don't want to have VPL's, do you?" she
said teasingly.
From a drawer she took out a little black number and showed it to me. I
gasped. It was from a slinky, PVC-like material and most of the back and
the arms were lace.
"I couldn't...." I stammered.
"Oh, come on Irene, you'll look amazing in it," she said, "just try it
on."
I did and the dress fitted me like it was spray painted on my skin. A
bra was obviously out of the question, given the amount of lace at my
back. The shiny fabric came just beneath my bum and the girl in
Gabrielle's mirror screamed Danger!
"Wow," I whispered and in a bout of overconfidence I agreed to wear this
outfit tonight.
"Cool," Gabrielle said, handing me a pair of black high heeled knee
boots, "These will look perfect with it. Since you practiced all day,
you should be able to strut these tonight."
I put them on, admiring the way they shaped my legs. She did my makeup
again, this time in a heavy smoky-eyed version. While I admired the
result, she pointed to some accessories lying on the table. I clipped
the large hoops to my ears and slid the eight large rings on my fingers.
Gabrielle put on a gorgeous green leather dress with a zipper at the
front and brown suede over knee boots. They were low heeled so now I was
a little bit taller then her. The girls came down, Becca in a lovely
black and red dress with white polka dots on the red front and Debbie in
an extremely tight and short black velvet dress that accented her curvy
figure. We admired each other.
"Wow Irene, you look good enough to eat," Becca said and pretended to
bite me in my boobies. We all laughed and went outside.
The pub was only half a mile away and I actually enjoyed walking in the
high heeled boots, swaying my hips. I only had the urge to pull down my
dress all the time, which made Gabrielle laugh.
In front of the pub were some guys and they obviously liked what they
saw. Debbie knew some of them. One stared at my nipples. We flirted and
chatted a bit and promised to see them later in the pub.
We went in, sat down at a table and ordered drinks and food. The waist
clincher told me that there was not much space left so I just took a
salad. During dinner Debbie's boyfriend joined us. He introduced himself
and kept studying me during dinner, looking a bit confused. I winked at
him, which made him blush.
I felt at ease and secretly enjoyed the exciting feeling of the leather
of the chair against my naked skin with just the thinnest of material
between them.
After dinner we went over to the other side of the pub, which also had a
little dance floor. A group of friends were already there and Gabrielle
introduced me to them.
Everyone was warm and friendly and if they knew about my little secret,
they didn't show it.
I met Mandy, a petite girl with a jealous making figure and a cute
piercing in her belly button, who appeared to be Becca's girlfriend. She
obviously knew and told me that Becca was fascinated by my
transformation into Irene. She was very funny, with a dry sense of
humour and we talked until someone mingled rather bluntly in the
conversation.
"Hi, I'm Michael, but friends call me Mike."
I turned and looked up to a handsome guy, athletic and a bit Hispanic.
"Hi, I'm Irene, from Holland," I said, holding out my hand.
"Oh, I know," he grinned, "and you are wearing something that belongs to
me."
I blushed big time and I was suddenly very much aware of the gaff and
its content. "So you know."
"Yeah, but don't worry, I don't mind and you are looking awesome.
Honestly, if Gab hadn't told me I'd taken you for a chick."
"Thanks," I said shyly, and we started to talk about London, Gab and the
girls and his work as a ballet dancer. It was nice and relaxed until he
suddenly asked,
"Irene, are you gay?"
"Of course not," I snapped, "I like girls."
"So that makes you a lesbian," he chuckled, "face it, Irene, you look
like a pretty chick in every detail and the way you dress and how you
move screams SEX to every guy."
I tried to explain that I was just fascinated by the transformation into
Irene, that it made me feel good being her and that I wanted to go all
the way to feel 100% feminine.
"All the way?" he said with a mocking smile. I blushed and fell silent.
He checked his mobile. "I have to go in fifteen minutes, but I really
want to dance with you before I go." He took me to the dance floor.
Mike was a pro of course. I tried to follow his moves as best as I could
and I really liked how the high heeled boots made me shake my booty. The
guys standing around the dance floor obviously liked it too.
The song ended and a slow tune started. Mike pulled me close and I felt
his body heat against mine. His hands were on the back of my slinky
dress and they ventured lower and lower until they were on my bum.
Gently he caressed my cheeks and I felt his manhood growing against my
belly.
My first impulse was to break loose, but in a strange way I felt
completely at ease and I pushed my head against his shoulder. He stroked
my hair, bowed his head and whispered softly in my ear, "You have an
amazing ass Irene, definitely rear of the year material."
The song was over and Mike looked me deeply in the eyes while holding
me.
"That was cool, I really want to do it again, but I've got to go now.
I'll see you at the party tomorrow."
He kissed me fully on my lips, squeezed me playfully in my bum and left.
Confused I returned to Gabrielle, who had seen the whole scene. She
smiled.
"Mike is totally self centred and vain but he's still a good friend of
mine. He's gay, but he's also bi-curious; I think you are something like
the best of both worlds to him. Actually I think I understand him on
that one," she added with a wink.
We had a lovely evening of chatting, drinking and dancing. By now I felt
completely at ease in my new role, gossiping with the girls and flirting
with the boys.
Finally we walked home. Debbie had left with her boyfriend and Becca's
girlfriend would stay over so the four of us walked home. Gabrielle
wrapped her arm around my waist and we enjoyed the sudden silence of the
summer night. I smelled her perfume.
We came home and poured ourselves a last Chardonnay in the living room.
Not after long, Becca and Mandy excused themselves and went upstairs,
giggling and a bit tipsy. Gabrielle cuddled close to me on the couch and
stroked my leg.
"You know, Irene, when I met you in Holland I just thought it would be
fun to dress you up. I never thought it would make me feel the way I
feel now. Yesterday was just fun but when I saw you dancing with Mike
tonight I suddenly felt a total desire for you."
I pulled up the lower zipper of her leather dress and let my red nails
play around her pussy while I studied her pretty face.
"Thank you for letting Irene out, Gabrielle," I whispered.
She bent over and softly nibbled my lip. Her tongue found mine and we
let them fool around for some time. I stroked her breasts and I became
very excited by the vision of two hot girls, sitting on the couch,
kissing passionately and caressing each other's bodies.
Her hand crept up and she toyed with the elastic top of my stocking. I
purred. Then she went up again and started to explore my pussy. I
moaned. Her lips let go and she looked me into the eye.
"I always wanted to have a girlfriend with a little bit extra. Come with
me, Irene."
She took my hand and I followed her to her bedroom, wiggling my girly
bum. She reached under my slinky dress and pulled down my string and the
gaff. I stepped out of them and let Gabrielle pull me onto the bed. My
red lips found hers and we made love.
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