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Justin Silkwood's life was quiet and uneventful until he got mixed up with the Kingsleys. Each member of the family would affect him in a different way, gradually dragging him downward into sexual depravity until finally he could take no more. This story contains scenes of a strong sexual nature. Please do not read if you are less than eighteen years old. The Life and Loves of Justin Silkwood By Belle Gordon Jeremy "Come in," called Mr Rigby in response to the timid knocks on the glass door of his office. The door opened and a diminutive young man entered. "Ah, Silkwood, come in," Rigby said. "I'd like you to meet Captain Jeremy Kingsley of the Irish Guards. Captain Kingsley this is Justin Silkwood one of our bright young stars. Captain Kingsley will be joining us and I'd like you to take him under your wing and show him the ropes." "Pleased to meet you, Captain." "Likewise," he said. "But please let's dispense with this 'Captain and Irish Guards' business. I'm an ex soldier now, a civilian." He stood and they shook hands. Jeremy Kingsley was tall and straight with broad shoulders. His rugged features and broken nose gave him a striking appearance and his closely cut hair and shining white teeth added to his attractiveness. His movements were lithe and agile reflecting his level of fitness and his bearing betrayed his military training. "Silkwood, show Captain, er, Mr. Kingsley where he's to work and the general set up and where things are etc. He'll be starting in the morning." With that they were ushered out of the office and Justin led Jeremy to the cubicle that would be his and explained briefly what his job was. He showed him where the bathrooms were and where the coffee machine and stationery store were located. As he showed Jeremy around he noticed he was limping so he adjusted his speed to his slower walk. At the end of the day they left the building together and Justin said he'd see him in the morning. Jeremy hailed a taxi and Justin walked off towards Monument tube station. Sitting in the taxi heading to his rented apartment on the Kings Road in Chelsea Jeremy thought about the young man he's been introduced to. Justin Silkwood looked very young; no more than fifteen or sixteen, but to be doing the work he did he knew he must be at least twenty five. His beard-less face was smooth and soft, like a girl's he thought, and his hair was fine and longer than was usual. When he spoke his voice was almost falsetto and had a sort of musical quality to it. Jeremy could still feel the warm limp hand he'd shaken and the touch of his manicured fingers. The memory of the delicate young man had had a disturbing effect upon him. Entering his flat he went immediately to his bedroom and stripped off his clothes. Sitting on his bed he unstrapped the prosthetic lower leg and foot and massaged the pink stump. Slowly the ache eased as he lay with his leg elevated. The memory of his injury was still vivid even after the months of recovery and recuperation. As generations of Kingsley men before him had done he'd enlisted in the army after he'd graduated from Oxford. He was selected for officer training and on completion he joined his regiment as a junior lieutenant. Within six months his battalion had been posted to Afghanistan. Jeremy loved it. He adored the camaraderie of his fellow officers and the intimacy of barracks life. He thrived on the excitement and the constant danger inherent in a theatre of conflict. On returning to the UK at the end of his tour he was promoted to Captain and put in charge of a platoon of soldiers. It was during his second tour that his land rover hit the IED. The driver and three of his men were killed and he sustained severe injuries. He awoke in a military hospital after spending four days in a coma; both his legs had received multiple fractures, his shoulder was dislocated and his right foot had been blown off. Only the quick actions of the medic in the following vehicle saved his life. But it was the end of his military career; he was honourably discharged as unfit for active service. So now here he was about to start a new career in banking. His father, Sir Edgar Kingsley, QC had somehow arranged the job through a friend of a friend. Jeremy had no interest or desire to work in his father's law chambers in Lincoln's Inn, nor to work for his mother's fashion house. He enjoyed the work and was soon on top of it. Justin helped him a lot at the beginning and was eager to do little things for him such as getting his coffee and lunch time sandwiches. He would also run errands for him like shopping for food or visiting bookmakers. Jeremy liked Justin. Despite his small boyish physique he was surprisingly quick and energetic. He seemed to scuttle about; walking with small mincing steps. Jeremy noticed his clothes were always a little bit feminine or at least unisex. He favoured pastel colours and soft fabrics and Jeremy was sure that he often wore ladies blouses instead of a shirt. The two men became good friends and began to spend more and more time together outside of work. They went to restaurants and to the cinema together. They visited art galleries, exhibitions and went to Stamford Bridge to watch Chelsea play football. Justin occasionally invited him for supper in his flat in St John's Wood, and in return Jeremy asked Justin to his apartment. One Friday evening Jeremy asked if he fancied a trip to Weybridge to meet his parents. It would be the first time he'd met Jeremy's parents and he was a little nervous. He felt as though he was Jeremy's fianc? being introduced to his prospective in-laws and not his best buddy. Sir Edgar was very intimidating, not only because he was a feared trial lawyer but also because of his sheer physical size. Standing over six feet tall and weighing upwards of 150 kilos he took up a lot of space. Lady Camilla, his mother on the other hand was just the opposite being petite and delicate and weighing barely 50 kilos. Seeing them together Justin wondered how they ever managed to produce two children. But he needn't have worried; he was an immediate hit with both the parents. Jeremy's father took an instant shine to him. When Justin offered his hand to shake Sir Edgar took him a bear hug crushing him to his vast belly. He was full of praise for the boy complementing him on how well he dressed and his good manners. He said that Jeremy often talked about him; how helpful he'd been when Jeremy started at the bank making him feel welcome and guiding him. Camilla flirted outrageously with him; making eyes at him and giving him little secret smiles. She touched and fondled him at every opportunity; and was excessively attentive to him, asking would he like this or more of that. Jeremy felt a definite pang of jealousy. Their friendship grew and as the annual holiday approached Jeremy asked Justin what plans he had for the summer break. Justin said that he usually stayed in London as he had no surviving family to visit. Jeremy explained that his folks owned a house near the seaside town of Teignmouth which they used as a holiday retreat, and if he felt like a trip to Devonshire he'd be most welcome to join them. Justin accepted the invitation immediately. It was arranged that he would travel down by train and Jeremy would meet him at the railway station. ***** The train arrived on time but there was no sign of Justin alighting. Jeremy's heart sank; he thought his friend had changed his mind and decided not to visit. He was so looking forward to spending a whole week with him in the same house. He found that he missed him terribly whenever they were not together. He didn't understand why this was so but he felt empty and depressed whenever they were apart. He though he must be in love with the boy. Running along the platform staring into the windows of the carriages Jeremy suddenly saw him soundly sleeping. Banging on the glass with the flat of his hand Justin woke with a start. Staring about in panic, it took the boy several seconds to realize where he was. Then he saw Jeremy hitting the window and shouting something at him. Jumping to his feet he ran to the door at the end of the carriage, and leapt out just as the doors hissed closed and train pulled away. "My God Justin that was a close one. You were almost on your way to Plymouth." "I'm glad you saw me and woke me up; I was dead to the world." "Didn't you bring a bag or anything?" he asked. "Oh shit!" Justin exclaimed slapping his forehead "I jumped out in such a panic I've left it on the train. How bloody stupid I am?" "Not to worry we can phone the lost property office in Penzance later and I'm sure they'll send it back. Now come on, we're wasting this beautiful day." They walked the three kilometres from the railway station in Teignmouth to the Kingsley's holiday home. Set in the lovely Devonshire countryside it overlooked the river Teign and Babbacombe Bay. The split level house had a south facing aspect and the ground floor featured a glass wall that ran the length of the building. Sliding doors opened from the living areas onto a large patio that led to the swimming pool and the beautifully maintained lawns and garden. Jeremy apologised that the guest room was not unavailable; it was being used as a storeroom and sooner than move all the stuff out it would be easier if Justin used his sister's room. "I hope you don't mind. She won't be coming down this summer, she's still in college," he explained. Lucinda was at Cambridge University preparing for her finals then later she planned to go travelling. "The folks have driven into Exeter for the day and won't be home till late so we have the place to ourselves," Jeremy announced. "Do you want to eat first or have a swim?" "We might as well have some lunch as my swimming costume is on its way to Penzance." "Ah yes, but that's not a problem you can borrow one of mine," he said. "You must be joking; you're three times as big as me. I'd be lost in your shorts." "Well let's eat and I'll think of something." He poked around in the fridge and tossed a cold beer to Justin. He found cold meats and cheese and with a salad and fresh bread it made a satisfying lunch. After they'd eaten and cleared up the mess Jeremy said, "I'm going for a swim, it's too hot just sitting around. Why don't you have a look in Lucinda's closet and see if you can find anything that'll do. You're both about the same size. She's probably got some tennis shorts or cut- offs or something." Jeremy went to his room and changed into his bathing togs. He removed his prosthesis, and collected his crutches. Grabbing a couple of towels he swung himself across the patio with surprising speed and agility. Justin heard a splash and a yell as Jeremy jumped into the pool. Lucinda's room was tastefully decorated with posters of boy bands on the wall (a relic from her teenage years no doubt) and cuddly toys scattered about. He began his search with her dressing table opening the drawers one by one. Unsurprisingly they held Lucinda's lingerie, make-up and accessories; but nothing to swim in. Next he searched her closet. There were a few dresses, blouses and skirts and unexpectedly a full length fur coat which he guessed was her mothers. There were three or four pairs of shoes on the floor, but again nothing he could use to swim in. At last, in her en-suite bathroom he found several bikinis and one-piece swimsuits. He decided that for now his best option would be a bikini bottom; he wondered if he'd get a chance to wear a one-piece later. She had three bikinis two of which would have been suitable, a plain navy blue and a white. But he chose the most feminine, a pink polka dot with metal rings holding the front and back together at the sides. It was also the skimpiest. Stripping off he wriggled into the bottom half of the bikini. It was barely big enough to contain his package and only covered the lower half of his butt leaving a sizeable portion of his bum cleavage exposed. In Lucinda's closet he found a pair of cork sandals with two inch wedge heels. As he slid his feet into them he noticed his toenails were still painted a bright red; he'd forgotten to remove the varnish before leaving London. Well he couldn't do anything about it now he decided so to hell with it. On her dressing table he found a pair of sun-glasses and hanging on a hook a large floppy straw hat which he donned. He debated whether to wear a tee-shirt or not as he was self-conscious about his boy breasts and prominent nipples. He suffered with mild gynecomastia that despite what his doctor had assured him had not disappeared as he grew into manhood. Then like his toe nails he thought what the hell. He walked a little unsteadily across the uneven patio flags tottering on the narrow heels. He spread his towel on a sun bed and lay back in the glorious sunshine. Jeremy was swimming laps with his head in the water most of the time and didn't notice Justin's arrival. Feeling the sun starting to burn he sat up and smoothed sun cream onto his arms, legs and chest and with his eyes closed rubbed cream onto his face and neck. Suddenly he felt a shadow fall over his body and opening his eyes and saw that Jeremy was staring at him open mouthed. "Ah there you are," Justin said. "Will you do my back please?" He turned onto his front and presented his bare back and bubble butt to Jeremy's gaze. Justin acted naturally, as though it was perfectly normal for boys to wear the bottom half of girls' bikinis but Jeremy was finding it difficult to accept him clad in one of his sister's swim suits. "Is that the only thing you could find to wear?" he asked. His voice croaked and went up half an octave. "I'm afraid it is. I must say your sister has good taste in swim wear. Don't you like it?" "Yes, er I mean no. But you shouldn't be wearing that. What will mummy say if she saw you? And daddy will have a fit." "You said to find something of Lucinda's, and this was all there was. Unless you'd prefer I wore a one-piece; or swam naked? And anyway, your folks are not here and we'll be finished in the pool before they get back. Now put some cream on my back please." Jeremy took the bottle and squirted a dollop of lotion onto Justin's shoulders and spread it around with his hand. He was reluctant to go lower as the softness of the boy's skin was having a disturbing effect on him. Justin prompted him to do the rest of his back so he worked his hands slowly downward stopping short of his bum. After a moment's hesitation he smoothed his hands over the perfect globes and massaged the cream into them. "Mmm," Justin sighed. "That's lovely. You have very firm hands, Jeremy. You'd make a great masseur. Do my legs too, please." He squirted more cream onto his thighs and using both hands he massaged it into Justin's warm soft skin. "You have lovely skin," Jeremy whispered as though talking to himself. "Thank you, that's such a nice complement." "Er, er, for a guy that is," he blustered, trying to retain his macho image. He gave his bottom a playful slap to show there was nothing sexual to it. Justin gave a little squeal. "Are you going to swim?" "In a minute, I just want to soak up the sun for a while." Justin turned onto his back and relaxed. The memory of Jeremy's strong hands on his back and legs and the little slap he'd given him had aroused him and his cock had started to harden. The bikini was barely able to contain it and he knew there had to be a prominent bulge. Cracking his eyes open a fraction he squinted at Jeremy who was sitting on the side of the sun bed; his eyes fixed on Justin's crotch. Knowing he was being ogled excited him even more and caused his cock to twitch and to slowly erect. Jeremy caught his breath as the head of the boy's penis began to escape its confines and peep above the waist band. Deciding he needed to cool off a bit he sat up and removed the sun glasses and hat. "Come on Jeremy," he said, "the last one in's a sissy." Jeremy jumped up, took two hops and dived into the water while Justin was still removing his sandals. The scantily clad boy tip-toed across the hot flag stones, held his nose and jumped. The sudden cold immersion took his breath away and he came up squealing like a girl. "Ha, ha, who's the sissy then?" Jeremy yelled and plunged under water. He swam towards Justin gripped his hips and pulled him under. Spluttering to the surface Justin threw his arms around Jeremy's neck and pressed his body against him. The young man's face was very close to Jeremy's and he thought for a second that he was going to be kissed. They stayed locked together for several moments gazing into each other's eyes, before Justin backed off. But not before Jeremy had felt his hardness pressed against him. "Oh you horrible beast" Justin squealed, breaking the tension. They wrestled together in the shallow end laughing and shouting. Somehow the boy managed to straddle Jeremy's back and clung on rubbing his erection against him. Jeremy could clearly feel his hardness and knew he must stop it. He stopped horsing around and turned to face Justin. He held him at arm's length his hands gripping his biceps and looked into his eyes. Justin thought he was going to say something but he broke his gaze and swam to the steps. "We should go in," he said. "Mum and Dad will be back soon." Justin rebuked himself for being so brazen, he should not have been so blatant. He climbed from the pool and walked to the sun bed where Jeremy held a towel. As he approached Jeremy held it open and gathered Justin into it, his strong arms enclosing him in a powerful hug. Justin leant against his chest pressing his butt hard onto his hips. Jeremy was hard too and was sure Justin could feel it. Justin gave a faint sigh of contentment as his friend rubbed him dry. ***** Sir Edgar and Lady Camilla arrived back from their day in Exeter and both were delighted to meet Justin again. Jeremy embarrassed the boy when he told his parents that he'd left his suitcase on the train and that he was a bit stuck for a change of clothes. "Well nothing of Eddy's or Jeremy's will fit you," Camilla said, "but you can probably find something of Lucinda's that will do till you get your bag back." "I've already suggested that," said Jeremy, "and I've put him in her room because of all the junk in the guest room." They had bought a huge pizza and a bottle of wine on their way back and they ate on the patio. As the evening wore on it began to get chilly so they moved indoors. Sir Edgar poured brandies and lit a Montecristo. He was a raconteur of no small measure and entertained them with stories of his exploits in the Old Bailey and of his successful prosecutions. Justin was starting to get sleepy and was beginning to nod off when the phone rang jolting him awake. Camilla answered and handed it to Sir Edgar. He listened for some minutes without interrupting the speaker then simply said 'very well,' and hung up. "Seems I have to go back up to town tomorrow" he announced. "Bit of a crisis in chambers. I'll be gone the rest of the week but I'll come back down at the weekend. No need for you to come as well, Cam." "Of course I'll come. You'll never manage on your own," she retorted. ***** The next morning was bright and warm and promised another scorcher. Justin dressed in a pair of tiny denim shorts and a singlet top he found in one of Lucinda's drawers. The shorts were very tight fitting and emphasised his crotch. Despite his slender physique he was never-the- less endowed with an oversize penis which produced a bulge the buttons could barely contain. The top was also very clingy and his nipples and small breasts stood out prominently. He wore the sandals he worn yesterday and as he click-clacked into the breakfast room Sir Edgar looked up, spluttered into his coffee then went into a fit of coughing. Camilla glanced up and her eyes widened in surprise but all she said was. "You look very nice dear," then returned her attention to buttering toast. Justin saw the look of desire in Jeremy's eyes before he turned away and busied himself with the coffee pot. Sir Edgar and his wife left immediately after breakfast leaving the two men to clear up. "Want to do anything in particular today?" Jeremy asked. "No, I'm happy to laze about by the pool and work on my tan." "Great," he said, "I have to run into town for a few things first. Do you want to come?" "No thanks, I'll find something to wear and have a swim." As soon as he'd left Justin ran up to Lucinda's room. He folded the nightdress he'd worn and put it under the pillow then made the bed. Much as he had loved wearing the bikini bottom yesterday he had other ideas for today. He found the navy blue Lycra one-piece swimsuit he'd rejected yesterday as being too daring. It had a halter top, a see-through lace panel over the stomach and midriff and pre-form padded bra cups. A thin strap crossed below the shoulder blades keeping the sides together but left the back completely exposed down to the top of his butt. He stripped off the shorts and singlet then stepped into the leg holes and wriggled the suit up his body. Bending slightly forward he put his head through the loop of the halter strap. Standing upright the tight stretchy material hugged his sides and accentuated his bottom, making it appear fuller and rounder. He squashed together the flesh on his chest and the padded bra top enhanced the look and shape of his breasts. He slipped his feet into the cork heels and tied his longish hair into a pony tail with a silk scarf. Checking himself in Lucinda's big mirror he was excited and at the same time appalled to see that his over-large cock and balls were clearly outlined in the tight material. He attempted to tuck it between his legs in an effort to make it less obvious but the more he contrived to hide it the harder and more prominent it got. Well he did want Jeremy to notice him after all. He reclined on a sun bed and read an old copy of Cosmopolitan whilst he waited for Jeremy to return. Presently he heard the sound of his bicycle clattering against flagstones as he dismounted and dropped it. "How's it going?" he shouted as he disappeared into the house with the shopping. A few minutes later Justin heard a splash and a whoop as Jeremy dived into the coldish water. He swam rapidly to the far end and back then climbed the steps, retrieved his crutches and scooted over to where Justin lay. He grabbed a towel and vigorously rubbed his body and hair. Only then did he look at Justin. His mouth dropped open and from behind dark glasses Justin watched him scrutinizing his body. Justin's cock gave a twitch of excitement when Jeremy focused his gaze on the junction of his thighs. "Wow," he said in a slightly strangulated voice, "what are you wearing?" Putting the magazine aside the pretty boy stood and slowly rotated 360 degrees posing as provocatively as possible. "Don't you like it?" he asked in a lispy girly voice. "Well yes, it's very nice. But it is supposed to be for a girl." "I know," he replied. "But sometimes it's nice to be a girl, don't you agree?" "Well I have to say it certainly looks good on you." A complement at last, Justin thought. He had to be careful and not be too obvious; he didn't want to be too forward. He wanted Jeremy to take the lead. "Would you like a cold drink?" Justin asked. "Yes please." Jeremy's eyes roved over him, switching from his crotch to his bust and back again. Jeremy's lustful gaze followed the girly young man as he swivelled on the cork heels and sashayed toward the house swinging his hips in such an exaggerated manner that he almost stumbled. With two cold beers he swayed back to the poolside sun beds. Jeremy was reclining on a lounger with a towel draped across his lap trying to hide the erection he's been unable to stop. Justin handed him a bottle and took a swig from his own. "This is nice" Justin said stretching his arms above his head and thrusting his hips towards his friend. When he was collecting the beers Justin had adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position. His penis was now fully erect and lay pointing to his naval. Jeremy could see the knob end through the lacy front panel and the shaft and balls were clearly outlined under the tight Lycra. They drank their beers in silence for a while, and then Jeremy asked "Doesn't it bother you wearing a woman's swimming costume?" He waved a hand at Justin's outfit. "No not at all," he replied. "In fact I like it. Does it bother you?" "I feel as though it should but it doesn't really?" "Mmm," Justin said, then after a pause, "That's good because if you really want to know I've always liked wearing women's clothes." "You mean you're a transvestite?" "No not really. You see a transvestite wears the clothes of the opposite sex all the time, I'm a cross-dresser. I just like to dress up occasionally." "That's very interesting. Tell me about it?" Jeremy asked intrigued by the boy's confession. "For as long as I can remember I've loved wearing girls' clothes," Justin began, "but when I went to university I decided I had to stop. So I burned all the things I had secretly accumulated and had kept hidden and swore never to cross dress again. "When I turned twenty-one I inherited the trust fund my mother had set up before her death," he said. "It amounted to a quite substantial sum of money plus a portfolio of investments. With some of the money I bought the apartment in St John's Wood." "I wondered how you could afford to live there," Jeremy said. "Well, with the freedom and independence I now had the urge to cross dress returned," Justin continued. "It never really leaves you know, so I began buying items of lingerie on-line and from the big stores. And now I have a fairly large wardrobe of women's clothes. I've several dresses, skirts and tops as well as loads of underwear. I've several pair of shoes and some quite expensive pieces of jewellry." Jeremy slowly shook his head as if bewildered by the whole idea. He was silent for a time whilst he pondered the implications of having a best friend who had just confessed that he liked wearing women's clothing. "I don't know what to say" Jeremy finally said. "I'm a bit shocked. But it's not a crime and it does no harm so I suppose it's Ok. "Thank you, I'm glad you feel that way," Justin said. "I was afraid you'd go mad and put me on the next train back to London." "No I wouldn't do that" Jeremy said as though thinking aloud. He took Justin's hand and looked him in the eye; then said "Would you do something for me?" "Of course." "Will you dress up as a girl for me so that I can see what you look like? Luce has loads of clothes you can use." "Oh yes, I'd love to. I'll dress up for dinner this evening and you can wine and dine me. We'll be like a boy and girl on a date." He giggled. ***** Before getting dressed for the evening Justin took a long bath filled with bubbles and oils. He shaved the sparse hair from under his arms and his pubes. Luckily he had very little body hair and only shaved his face once a week. He'd already decided what undies he would wear. Lucinda had a matching bra, panty and suspender belt in soft lavender satin with lace overlay. Pretty bows adorned the bra and garter belt. He padded the bra with tissues to give him a bigger bust. He wished he had his breast forms with him but he never-the-less achieved a satisfactory cleavage. His penis began to stiffen as it always did whenever he pulled sheer nylon stockings up his smooth legs and fixed them to the garter tabs. He didn't attempt to tuck his cock away as he didn't care if the bulge in his panties was noticeable or not. Lucinda didn't have many dresses to choose from but he selected a light floral summer dress. The Laura Ashley print dress had a halter neck and plunging neckline. The flowing skirt fell to just below his knees. He finished the outfit with white leather sandals that had a three inch heel; a height he was comfortable wearing. Sitting at her dressing table Justin applied what make up he could find. Lucinda's foundation was for a different skin tone to his but they had the same taste in lipstick; carmine red. He applied a blue tinted eye shadow to his lids and black mascara to his lashes. With his hair freshly washed he brushed and blow-dried it, pinned it up at the sides and tied it with a ribbon leaving the ends trailing down his back. It was a style he liked, it looked very feminine and he loved the feel of his hair on his neck and shoulders. Checking the mirror he decided he'd not made too bad a job of it and he thought he looked cute. Looking through Luce's accessories drawer he found a pair of earrings and a necklace he liked and also a couple of bracelets. He wished he had a brooch to pin the front of his dress together as it gaped open exposing his bra. Standing, Justin did a twirl watching the mirror as the skirt of his dress flared outward offering a tantalizing flash of the dark band of his stocking tops. He loved the delicious pull of the garter straps as they tensioned and slackened as he moved. Pursing his lips he blew a kiss at the woman reflected in the glass and gave her a saucy wink. Justin suddenly realized he was a little bit nervous. This would be the first time he had been fully dressed and made-up and seen by another person. Usually he confined his cross-dressing to the privacy of his apartment. But he wanted to be seen. He'd longed to be looked at and appraised as a woman, to be desired even, to be the focus of a man's lust and the envy of a woman. Taking a deep breath he walked to the door of his bedroom and descended the stairs trembling with excitement as he made his debut. Jeremy was opening a bottle of wine as he walked into the lounge and looked up when he heard the tip-tap of Justin's heels on the tiled floor. His mouth fell open in surprise and awe and he nearly dropped the bottle. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, after several seconds staring. "You look amazing. I had no idea you were so beautiful." "Why, thank you kind sir," Justin replied in his most coquettish voice. He took the hem of his skirt between his thumbs and fore-finger and dropped a courtesy. "No I'm serious," Jeremy said. "Stand there a minute and let me look at you." Jeremy slowly walked around the pretty cross dresser as he stood in the centre of the room. Justin was feeling a little self-conscious as he was inspected from all sides. "Amazing," Jeremy repeated. "You could easily be mistaken for a girl. Incredible." "Thanks. I was worried you would think I looked like some old drag queen and laugh at me." "There's no way I would laugh at you. You are far prettier than a lot of girls I know. Now sit down and let me pour you a glass of wine." They sat together of the sofa and sipped. "Are you hungry?" Jeremy asked pouring a second glass of wine. Justin nodded his head in the affirmative. "I bought some Chinese food this morning. I'll just pop it in the microwave to heat up. It should only take a few minutes." After they'd eaten and cleared away the debris, Jeremy switched on the television and sat beside him casually dropping his arm around Justin's shoulders. Justin leant against Jeremy and sighed contentedly. "Jeremy, do you really think I'm pretty?" he whispered. "Oh yes. I think you are quite beautiful. And do you know what?" "What?" "I hope you won't be angry but I'd very much like to kiss you." Romantic novels often talk about hearts skipping beats, but at that moment Justin was sure his heart stopped for several seconds then raced away like motor bike. Without a word Justin turned his head and raised his mouth to meet his friend's lips. The kiss was soft and tender and Justin melted into Jeremy's embrace. Soon Justin felt Jeremy's mouth opening slightly and his probing tongue enter his mouth. Their kisses became more ardent and their breathing increased. Justin casually dropped his hand to Jeremy's crotch and was pleased to feel the hardness within. Slowly Justin pulled the zip of his trousers down and wormed his hand inside. The size of Jeremy's cock shocked him as the closed his hand around it. It was hot and throbbing and fully ten inches in length with a girth he could barely encompass with his fingers. Justin extricated the organ from his fly and breaking their kiss he slid off the couch and knelt between Jeremy's legs. He stroked his manhood gently then bent forward and took the member into his mouth. Jeremy groaned and held Justin's head between his strong hands forcing it downward. Justin gagged as the head of the penis entered his throat and he pulled back. But he wanted him so much that he ignored the choking and swallowed the cock again till his nose was jammed against Jeremy's pubic hair. Jeremy didn't last long. The sensuous sucking Justin was lavishing on his friends penis was more that any man could stand. He worked the gland in and out his throat taking as much as he could manage, but never allowing it to escape his greedy mouth. His hand tightly gripped the shaft at its root and his tongue danced circles around the purple head. Suddenly Jeremy's thighs stiffened and he thrust his cock hard into the gulping throat. With an agonized groan he came, pumping a vast quantity of spunk into the boy's eager mouth. Justin swallowed frantically but he couldn't take it all. His lover's cum filled his mouth and spilled from his bursting cheeks. Justin felt as though he was drowning in semen. Fighting for breath he gasped and coughed expelling a snort of cum down his nose. Finally he managed to lift his head up, escaping Jeremy's inflexible grip and dragged in a lung-full of air. But Jeremy wasn't finished ejaculating. As Justin pulled back another powerful spurt of cum hit him in the eye and yet another covered his forehead messing up his hair. Jeremy continued to erupt splashing his jism onto Justin's face and neck. As the shots subsided and became less powerful they dribbled down his chest in into his cleavage. Lucinda's dress and bra also caught some of her brother's discharge. After an age Jeremy sighed and said, "My God; that was fantastic. No one's ever done that to me before." "Not even your soldier buddies?" "No. You're amazing. I've never met anyone like you." Suddenly he grabbed his friend by the shoulders and kissed him fiercely not caring that Justin's face and mouth were covered with his own sticky spunk. When they parted Jeremy looked at him intensely and said, "Come to bed, I want to fuck you." Justin didn't hesitate simply saying, "Ok" To his great surprise Jeremy picked him up like a baby and carried him into Lucinda's room and dropped him on the bed. "I have to go to the bathroom first," Justin said. He bounced off the bed and disappeared through the door. Inside he washed his face wiping the evidence of Jeremy's climax from his body. Then he removed his panties, sat on the toilet and liberally lubed his anus. Although Justin desperately wanted to be ravished he'd never taken anything as big as Jeremy's cock before, the little dildo he sometimes played with was only half the size and he was afraid he might get ripped. He pulled his panties back on, tidied his hair and touched up his lipstick before re- entering the bedroom. Jeremy had undressed and was lying under the sheet. He watched the girly boy closely as he released the halter and let the dress drop to his ankles. "Leave your underwear on," Jeremy said. "You look so sexy like that." The provocatively dressed boy swayed over to the bed, doing an impression of a stripper in his heels and lingerie. Jeremy threw back the sheet revealing his mighty erection and held his arms up for Justin to enter his embrace. Justin lay beside him on his back. They kissed passionately. Justin felt his lover's strong hands caressing his shoulders, arms and stomach. The hot rampant organ was pressed against the boy's thigh dribbling pre-cum onto his skin. Breaking off the kiss Jeremy knelt between Justin's legs, hooked his fingers into the sides of his panties and slowly drew them down. The elasticated waist band forced his cock downward till suddenly his rigid prick sprang free and slapped against his belly. Jeremy started at the twitching penis as though surprised to see it. He must have known it was there, surely. In the heat of passion perhaps he had forgotten that Justin was a guy believing him to actually be a girl. For a moment Justin feared he would change him mind being revolted by the sight of another man's cock. But he need not have worried. He gently enclosed Justin's penis in his fist and cupped his balls with his other hand. "Oh it's beautiful" he breathed. He slowly masturbated him, watching intently as the boy's foreskin slid up and down the shaft. He bent his head and kissed the knob-end before sucking it into his mouth as he continued to stroke the warm hard stalk. Justin's gasped with pleasure his apprehension was dispelled. Jeremy clearly wanted him for what he was. "Oh, Jeremy," he panted, "take me now, I want to feel you inside me." He hooked his arms under Justin's knees and raised his legs into the air. Justin felt the hard nub of his dick prodding at his tight rosebud. He tried to relax to allow him entry and after a few tries the head of the penis burrowed inside his protesting sphincter. The invading weapon felt enormous. Far bigger than anything Justin had previously experienced. Slowly and inexorably Jeremy pushed forwards drilling his monster engine into the boy's accepting tunnel, not stopping till he could go no further. "Ahhh you're so tight" he moaned "Am I hurting you?" For answer Justin laced his fingers behind his head and pulled him forward covering his lips with kisses. Such a sweet considerate man, he thought. Supporting his weight on his hands Jeremy began stroking into the willing burrow. Justin wrapped his legs around his waist and heaved his hips upward, meeting the downward thrusts. Jeremy drove his enormous organ into him with increasing speed. Soon the pain turned to exquisite pleasure and Justin experienced the wondrous sensation of having his prostate gland massaged by the head of his friends pumping cock. In no time Justin reached a shattering climax. His penis spontaneously releasing a stream of cum that spewed forth coating their sweating bellies with goo. Jeremy continued to piston his rod into the hot clinging passageway but inevitably his orgasm arrived, overwhelming him. With a bellow of joy he came, flooding Justin's rectum with his seed. They lay together, arms and legs tightly entwined gradually calming down. Jeremy's softening penis slid from the boy's hole and he flopped onto his back exhausted. After a while Jeremy slid from the bed and hopped naked from the room his swollen, slimy cock bouncing as he moved. He returned with a bottle of whisky and two tumblers. While he was gone Justin took the opportunity to clean up in the bathroom. He pulled his panties back on and tucked his flaccid cock away in an attempt to maintain the illusion of a pretty young girl. Jeremy poured them each a generous measure of spirits and sat beside him on the bed. "To a truly wonderful girl," Jeremy said, raising his glass and toasting his lover. "To a truly wonderful man," Justin said returning the compliment. Jeremy fucked Justin twice more during the night and again in the morning as the summer sun streamed into the room. Each time was better than the last. They made love by the pool during the day, on the couch in the lounge in the evenings and in bed at night. Jeremy always assumed the masculine roll and Justin was happy to be the ever willing receptacle of his boyfriend's cum. For the remainder of the week they did nothing but eat, sleep, sunbathe and fuck. Justin dressed exclusively in Lucinda's clothes and wore her swim suits during the days. Each evening he made a special effort to be as pretty as possible; he took care with his make-up and the selection of clothes he wore. They were like newlyweds. Inevitably Friday came around and Sir Edger and Lady Camilla returned from London. Justin's missing hold-all had been collected from the railway station at Teignmouth and for the first time since arriving he wore his own clothes. "Hello you two," Camilla said as she breezed into the kitchen where the two men were preparing the evening meal. "What have you been up to all week?" "Oh nothing much," said Jeremy. "Lazed about the pool and sunbathed mostly. We played a few games in the evenings." He looked at Justin and winked as he said this. If only she knew what sort of games they had played, he thought. Edgar Three weeks after the holiday Justin received a phone call that surprised him. He was sitting at his desk idling the time away till he could go home. He was on the verge of dozing off when the sudden vibrating of his mobile phone startled him awake. He didn't recognize the number so he answered somewhat tentatively. "Hello, is that Mr. Justin Silkwood?" a woman's voice asked. "Yes." "Please hold I have a call for you." After several seconds a male voice came on that he vaguely recognized. "Hello Justin this is Edgar Kingsley, Jeremy's father." "Ah, yes, Sir Edgar, nice to hear from you." "We didn't get to talk a lot down in Devon and I wondered if you'd like to come to dinner one evening and we can have a proper chat?" "Yes, I'd be delighted to." Justin said. "When and where?" "Are you free tomorrow evening? We can meet at my club; they serve a very good Chateau Margaux." "Yes, I'm free tomorrow, thanks that'll be great." "Good, it's in Greek Street, the Chrysalis Club. Say about seven?" "Ok I'll find it, and thanks I'm looking forward to it." He switched off his phone and wondered why Sir Edgar wanted to see him. That final weekend in Devon after he and Camilla returned from London had been relaxed and comfortable. Justin had spoken with Sir Edgar on several occasions and he didn't understand what he meant by a proper chat. Jeremy was away from the office so he couldn't ask him if he had any ideas. Since the holiday Justin had only seen Jeremy a couple of times outside of work. He felt a change had come over him; he had become distant and withdrawn as though something was bothering him. On the one occasion he had visited Justin's apartment he hadn't wanted him to cross-dress. When Justin asked him why the change of heart, he confessed that wonderful as their time together had been he preferred his friend to dress as a man albeit a very feminine looking man. In answer to Justin's probing questions he admitted that deep in his heart he knew he was gay and that until the holiday in Devon he had suppressed the fact. Being in the army had been difficult for him because any hint of homosexuality would have meant the end of his career. Only now did he feel confident enough to admit that he preferred men to women. Since coming out, (at least to Justin if not to his parents) he had taken to visiting gay pubs and in particular the 'Duke of Wellington' a well known gay friendly pub in Soho. There he had got to know several men and discovered a definite preference for Biker types; muscular men in tight tee-shirts, and leathers, and to one in particular with whom he had started an affair. Justin had felt a pang of jealousy when told this. ***** Justin took the tube to Tottenham Court Road then walked through Soho Square into Greek Street. He found the discreet polished brass plaque with the words 'Chrysalis Club. Members only' screwed above a bell. The non-descript door was set between shops. He rang the bell and after a moment the door buzzed open. He entered and climbed a flight of carpeted stairs. He was met by an attractive woman dressed in a tuxedo. On the desk was a TV monitor showing the street outside. He told her he was a guest of Sir Edgar Kingsley and she bade him to follow her. Sir Edgar's considerable bulk was slumped in a leather Chesterfield armchair. Justin guessed he must have come directly from court as he wore a formal three-piece blue pin-stripe suit, with a polka dot bow tie. A large gold watch chain hung across the belly of his straining waistcoat and a wilting carnation was pinned to his lapel. At the side of his chair was a bulging briefcase. "Mr Justin Silkwood to see you Sir Edgar," the receptionist announced then quietly withdrew. "My dear chap, good of you to come," he said. He made no attempt to stand so Justin bent forward and shook his soft pudgy hand. "What'll you have to drink?" "A white wine spritzer if I may, sir." Justin sat opposite in a matching armchair and waited as he ordered the drinks from a passing waitress. Soon she returned with glasses balanced on a silver salver, she set them down then dropped a courtesy to Sir Edgar. Justin was amused by the old fashioned gesture. "Thank you my dear," he said. As she walked away he observed, "Pretty little thing don't you think?" Justin agreed that indeed she was. She wore the classic maids black satin dress with lace collar and cuffs. A small lace edged apron was tied at her back in a bow and on her head was a dainty lace mob cap. He wondered how she managed to walk so well in the five inch stiletto heels. He noticed that all the waitresses and the bar staff were similarly dressed. As he sipped his drink, only half listening to Sir Edgar he looked around the room. It was high ceilinged with ornate plaster cornices. The walls were hung with faded portraits of eminent Victorians and a large chandelier dominated the centre of the ceiling. At one time, he thought it must have been part of a large town house belonging to some forgotten nobleman. About a dozen other people were in the room, couples sat together at tables and a few single men stood at the bar. Periodically the ma?tre d would enter and escort some guests into the adjoining dining room. About half an hour later the maitre d approached and announced that their table was ready. She was also an attractive woman wearing a tuxedo and Justin couldn't help noticing how sexy she looked with her full breasts stretching her spotless white shirt. "I'm afraid I have to use the bathroom before we eat," Justin said. "Where is it?" She indicated a door on the far side of the room. Justin was standing at the urinal relieving himself when he was startled to hear the unmistakable sound of high heels approaching. Turning to the sound he saw an elegantly dressed woman walking toward him. He was about to point out that this was the gentlemen's bathroom when the woman halted beside him, hitched up her skirt and pulled out a large penis. Justin was gobsmacked. He stared at her cock as she directed a stream of piss into the bowl. Finishing she shook off the last drops and glanced at him, smiled and winked. He lingered over washing his hands watching the woman as she ran a brush through her luxuriant auburn hair and touched up her lipstick. Dropping the tube into her handbag she puckered her lips and blew him a kiss, then turned and walked confidently out. Returning to their table Justin found that Sir Edgar had ordered for both of them. "You alright old chap? You look as though you've seen something unpleasant." "On the contrary I've just seen the most amazing thing. A beautiful woman came into the Gent's and stood next to me. Next thing she took out a sizable cock and urinated." Sir Edgar chuckled. "That'll be Delores Grey. She is one of many tranny members." "You mean she's a transvestite?" he said in surprise. "Look around, dear boy. Do you see any women?" "Yes of course. There are the waitresses, the ma?tre d, the bar girls not to mention several diners." "Take a closer look my dear chap. One of the club rules, in fact the only rule really is that only males are allowed to become members. Every female you see in here is either a cross-dresser or a transvestite. Even the staff, they're all men." "Oh" was all Justin could say. "You're surprised? You shouldn't be, after all you are no stranger to cross-dressing." Justin almost chocked on the piece of Dover Sole he was eating. He could feel a hot flush rising up his neck to his cheeks. Sir Edgar held up his hand as Justin was about to protest. "Don't try to deny it" he said. Reaching into his briefcase he passed across a large manila envelope. Justin opened it and withdrew a stack of ten by eight colour photographs. His embarrassment increased and his blushes grew hotter as he scanned the prints. They were pictures of him at the holiday house wearing a variety of Lucinda's clothes; her dresses, skirts, swimsuits and one of him wearing the fur coat over a lacy nightgown. He dropped them on the table and looked across at Sir Edgar who had a slight smile of satisfaction on his lips. "Where did you get these?" Justin croaked. "Ever heard of closed circuit television? I had it installed in the house after some lunatic I prosecuted threatened to kill me. You really should check these things before you go prancing about like some catwalk model." "Does Jeremy know you have these? Does your wife know?" "No and they don't need to." "So what are you going to do? It was just a harmless bit of fun; no one got hurt and Jeremy said his sister wouldn't mind if I borrowing her clothes." "It's not what I am going to do, my boy; it's what you are going to do." "And what is that?" Sir Edgar put his knife down and looked at him for several seconds. "You know," he said, "you are a remarkably pretty boy. With a little help you could become a very passable young lady, just like Delores over there." He pointed his fork in her direction. "So here's what you are going to do." He again reached into his briefcase and took out another envelope and passed it to Justin. "Inside is some cash for expenses and the address of a woman who specializes in transforming young feminine boys, like you into beautiful ladies. Frederique Jacoby is a good friend of mine. Take a week off work and go to her place in Hampshire she'll give you a thorough make over. When you get back I'll be in touch again and tell you what to do next. Any questions?" "What if I refuse?" "Then I'm afraid, dear boy that these photographs will find their way into the inboxes of certain senior managers at your bank. And to one manager in particular whom I know strongly disapproves of that kind of behaviour. I'm sure you can imagine what will happen then." Justin thought for a long moment. He was owed some days leave that he was saving for Christmas, and he couldn't deny the shiver of excitement he felt at the prospect of an intensive week of feminization. "Very well," he said resignedly. "I'll do it." "Good chap. I knew you would be sensible. Now drink up, this is excellent claret." ***** Frederique Jacoby's house was set in the Hampshire countryside close to the village of East Meon. The sat-nav in Justin's hired care directed him up a long tree lined lane which ended at a large three storied red- brick Georgian house. Derelict buildings flanked the main house which in grander times had been stables and coach houses. The area around the house was laid out with well maintained lawns and flower beds; trees, statuary and water features dotted the gardens. He parked in a space between other cars, collected his suitcase and crunched across the gravel to the front door. He climbed several stone steps to the ornate portico and pulled a polished brass knob. After a few moments the door was opened by a middle aged lady. She was dressed all in black. A severe calf length dress was belted at the waist and buttoned to the throat and cuffs. On her feet were sturdy leather shoes and an old fashioned bonnet covered her head and the tight bun of black hair. "Hello," he said, "I'm Justin Silkwood. I have an appointment with Miss Jacoby." "Follow me." She led him across the highly polished wooden floor of the reception hall, through a library, then a drawing room with a wood fire burning in an Adams fireplace before knocking on a door set into dark oak panelling. After a pause she opened the door and ushered Justin in. Sitting in a Queen Anna chair before a blazing fire was a white haired woman whom he guessed to be in her late sixties or early seventies. As he entered she put aside the newspaper she was reading and held out her hand for him to shake. "Do sit down Mr Silkwood. I'm Frederique Jacoby." She studied him over her half moon glassed and said, "My dear friend Eddie Kingsley tells me you want to become a woman. Is that correct?" "Not exactly Miss Jacoby. I don't want to be a woman that is I don't want a sex change or anything, I just want to look and behave like a girl." "Yes of course; and do call me Freddie. Well we'll see what we can do in that regard. Stand up please and let me look at you." He stood before her turning to left or right as she indicated. "Mmm, not bad. You certainly have potential, good bone structure, slim figure and not too tall. So tell me how it all started; when you first wanted to be a girl." For the next hour Justin related his history. He found her very easy to talk to and divulged things he had never told anyone before. She listened to his account asking occasional questions and a nodding her head in understanding. At the end of the interview she rang a little bell and the harridan who'd opened the front door to him appeared again. "Now go with Monica and she'll show you your room, have some lunch and we'll get started in the afternoon." "Follow me," Monica said, she was clearly a woman of few words. Justin followed. As they walked she silently pointed out the dining room then led him up a wide curving staircase, along a corridor and opened a door. Justin entered the room and she closed the door behind him. Sitting at a dressing table with her back to him was a woman applying make-up. She looked up and smiled. "I'm sorry" Justin said "There's been a mistake; I must be in the wrong room." "No, no mistake this is the right room. They told me you were coming, you're Justyna right? I'm Patrick or Pattie Wallace." He was somewhat non-plussed to be called Justyna as up till now he had not adopted a girl's name, but he rather liked it. Pattie stood and offered his hand. Justin could see by his flat chest and bulging panties that he was definitely not a girl. "Oh, you're a guy," Justin said. "Sorry I thought you were a girl." "Thanks. That's a nice compliment. It shows that all of Daddy's money is not going to waste." He smiled and said. "That's your bed and that's your vanity. We share the bathroom. Undress and hang your things in the closet; there's a robe for you to wear then we'll go and get some lunch." For some strange reason Justin felt a little shy undressing before this total stranger, but he stripped and pulled on a pair of plain white panties, slid his arms into a Japanese silk kimono and stepped into a pair of flip-flops. Lunch was a salad, sans meat and fruit juice which afterwards left him feeling hungry. He soon discovered that all the meals were frugal and over the week of his stay he lost 3 kilos in weight. Frederique Jacoby outlined the regime Justin was to undergo when he joined her again after the meal. She introduced him to Miss Angela who would be his and Patrick's personal consultant and teacher. She would guide and instruct them on all the hundred and one things they needed to learn. Miss Angela was a beautiful woman with soft curves and firm full breasts. She said she was living proof that she was qualified to teach them as she had once been a man who had gone beyond cross-dressing. In her desire to become a woman she had undergone gender re-assignment surgery as well as many cosmetic procedures to feminize her face and body. The first thing Justin underwent was a comprehensive depilation. He was given a full body wax followed by what was to become a daily electrolysis treatment to rid him of what little facial hair he had. Each day was devoted to how to successfully appear as a woman. The two boys were given lessons in deportment, taught how to sit and walk and how to mimic the mannerisms and gestures of a woman. They were coached in techniques to make their voices more feminine and in the different speech patterns. Miss Angela taught them how to successfully apply make-up; demonstrating various tricks and secrets. They were shown how to style and care for their hair. They were instructed in the use of hair rollers and curling tongs; and taught different methods of colouring hair. Justin had a session in the salon where his hair was cut and permed into an attractive bob and his nails were manicured and painted. Clothes were an important part of the course. Three times a day he had to change his outfit, choosing from the extensive wardrobe available at the house. He also had to change his make-up and nail varnish. Lectures were given on how to look ones best with a limited number of articles and how to co-ordinate colours and styles. One afternoon was dedicated to ballroom dancing with Justin and Patrick alternating the role of the woman. At the end of the week Justin felt he was able to pass as a woman. On their last day Miss Angela drove him and Patrick into Winchester where they were allowed to spend the day shopping dressed as two girls. She watched them discretely and judged them on how well they conducted themselves and whether their subterfuge was detected. They both passed with flying colours. Now that Justin's indoctrination into the mysteries of womanhood was complete he wondered what Sir Edgar's next move would be. He'd been told he'd be contacted on his return to London. Justin was a bit nervous driving back to the city dressed as a girl. It was his first time he'd been alone in public en-femme and he was convinced everyone could see he was a man in drag. But the journey was uneventful and after returning the car he arrived back at his apartment to find a large parcel and a letter waiting. It was addressed to Ms Justyna Silkwood and he opened and read the letter with a certain amount of trepidation. As he'd suspected is was from Sir Edgar informing him that a limousine would pick him up tomorrow evening at eight o'clock and to wear what was in the parcel. Before he inspected the contents of the box he undressed, removed his make-up and showered then for the first time in a week put on casual male clothes. They felt quite strange after the soft fabrics he'd become used to. He poured himself a glass of wine and opened the parcel. He was not surprised to find it contained items of lingerie, a pair of high heeled shoes and a dress. It stood to reason that Sir Edgar wanted him to dress as a girl, otherwise what was the point of paying for his week with Miss Jacoby? Inspecting the pieces more closely he noticed the CK labels; at least Edgar had good taste in choosing Calvin Kline. There were two sets of panties, bras and garter belts; one baby-blue the other lavender. The blue bra had removable straps and under wired cups. Both were made with beautiful soft silk with lace overlay and tiny flower adornments. Four pairs of nylon stockings were included presumably to allow for runs. The shoes were Christian Louboutin with his trade-mark red soles. Black patent leather with delicate crystal buckles on the thin ankle straps and a satin bow at the back of the heel. They had four inch stiletto heels and were adorable. But it was the dress that took his breath away. It was floor length and made of soft chocolate-brown crepe de chine. Across the top of the bust was an inch wide band decorated with silver thread embroidery. A single strap passed over the left shoulder. The bodice was obliquely pleated into a broad sash that encircled the waist. The full skirt fell from the waist in folds of material and a discrete split opened at the side revealing a flash of leg when he walked. When Justin tried it on he was thrilled to find the fit was perfect, only needing a little padding to enhance his small breasts. Sir Edgar must have spent a lot of money on the ensemble he thought. At exactly eight o'clock the limo arrived. Justin had spent the better part of the day preparing for this moment. He had set his hair in a chignon which left his neck and shoulders bare. His skin was now soft and unblemished thanks to the attention it had received. Every day in the morning and evening Patrick and he massaged each other's necks and upper torso with various skin creams and moisturizers which left his skin flawless and glowing. He'd also begun using a hormone cream on his breasts and he thought he could already see an increase their size. Included in Sir Edgars parcel was a pair of Swarovski crystal chandelier earrings which hung from his pierced lobes and swayed with his movements. Around his neck he wore a silver Celtic torc and on his wrist a bracelet of similar design. He had spent two hours applying his make- up which was perfect; the best he'd ever achieved. He wrapped the pashmina shawl around his shoulders, picked up the beaded clutch purse containing his mobile phone, lipstick and a small packet of tissues and was ready to go. As Justin climbed into the back of the car it occurred to him that he had no idea where he was going. He didn't want to ask the chauffeur and be thought a brainless bimbo who casually gets into cars not knowing the destination, so he held his tongue. They drove out of the city and picked up the M3 and then the M25 motorways. After a while they took an exit and he noticed signs for Weybridge. Ah, he thought we must be going to Sir Edgar's house. He then became anxious about what Lady Camilla would say when she met Jeremy's best friend dressed like a glamour model. He decided he'd let Sir Edgar explain and just go along with it. But he need not have worried as she was away in Paris on a business trip. Jeremy was not there either. He was taken aback by the number of cars parked in the turnaround. The driver stopped at the steps to the front door, jumped out and opened the door for Justin to alight. He rang the bell and Sir Edgar's butler opened the door and ushered him into a large reception room filled with elegantly dressed couples talking and drinking cocktails. Bloody hell, he thought, Sir Edgar might have warned him that he was entertaining other people. Justin stood on the threshold uncertain what to do when none other than Delores Grey appeared from the crowd and grabbed his hand. "Justyna, it's lovely to see you," she gushed. "And you look stunning, such a beautiful dress. Let me get you a drink, Eddie's serving a special cocktail he's invented, no idea what's in but it's very good." She grabbed a glass from the tray of a passing waitress and handed it to him. Justin thought he recognized the serving girl but she was swallowed up by the throng before he could get a proper look at her. He took a sip of his cocktail and glanced around the room. Remembering what Sir Edgar had told him regarding the membership rules of the Chrysalis Club he wondered who many of the women present were genuine. Gripping his hand Delores dragged Justin through the noisy room to where Sir Edgar stood holding forth to a number of dinner suited men. Only later did Justin wonder how she knew to call him Justyna and what she was doing here anyway. Sir Edgar had introduced him to Delores as they'd sipped their after dinner bandies at the Chrysalis Club and the memory of the elegantly dressed woman peeing next him in the gents toilet caused a flush of heat to pink his neck. Sir Edgar excused himself from the others when he saw Justin approaching. "Ah, Justyna" he said, "so glad you could come." As if he had any choice. "My word, you look amazing, doesn't he, Delores?" "Amazing," Delores agreed. Sir Edgar scrutinized Justin from the top of his perfect coiffure, down his body to the toes of his shoes peeping from under the hem of his dress. His gaze crept back up and lingered on Justin's breasts and cleavage. "Am