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A kind of homecoming:
My husband Rob had just been demobbed from the army. I went to meet him
at the base. I was delighted I no longer would feel the constant fear I
had of getting that knock on the door and finding his commanding officer
there to tell me he had been killed or maimed fighting some stupid war in
some foreign country no one had ever heard of.
We had three daughters, Cecilia, Rita and Joan and one son, Bobbie.
Bobbie was a keen competitive swimmer. The girls all did taekwondo as I
felt it was important they learnt to defend themselves.
What Rob did not know was that his army pay was not enough to pay for our
mortgage and the children's school fees. So, needing a man around the
house, and needing an income I went on the game. I marketed myself as a
high end escort girl and promised discretion. I wouldn't take just any
punter, they had to pay serious money to help me make ends meet and pay
the kids school fees.
At first the money wasn't enough. I was still short each month, but then
I hit on a plan. It happened by accident really. I was just thinking
about how to increase my rates when I found myself looking at a gift
horse in the mouth and it would also solve another problem as I shall
explain.
One day Bobbie was home from school as he had the flu and I had forgotten
to cancel one of my clients, Mr Field. I had put the washing on and was
preparing lunch.
Bobbie had just had a shower.
There was a knock at the door.
"Bobbie, could you answer sweetie? I am in the middle of preparing
lunch."
Bobbie wrapped his hair in a towel and put on a dressing gown and went
down to open the door. The thing was, Bobbie's dressing gown, was in the
washing machine. The dressing gown he was wearing belonged to his sister
Cecelia. It had her nickname "Sissy" on the right breast. Furthermore
it was a satin floral print dressing gown, well more of a kimono really,
and it stopped just below Bobbie's backside.
Had I been at the front door I would therefore have understood why Mr
Field asked me how much it would cost to have sex with the young lady who
opened the door?
Now before you start thinking I am an unfit mother I should point out
that Bobbie was in his final year at school and he was 18. He was about
to find out that I was on the game and I needed to stop him telling his
Dad about this. I realised that Mr Field thought Bobbie was a woman so I
needed to pretend he was just that. And, if Bobbie didn't know I was on
the game, but he was, he wouldn't say anything to his Dad.
So I asked Mr Field how much he would pay to have sex with Bobbie? I
explained that Bobbie was a virgin. I also asked Mr Field if, just
supposing, I was not saying she was, Bobbie was a man, would he pay more?
It turned out Mr Field was willing to pay double what he usually paid me
as transvestite prostitutes were harder to find. I knew he liked
fishnets and suspenders and I needed to act fast..
So I went up to Bobbie's room and knocked on the door (after asking Mr
Field to wait while I got Bobbie ready). Bobbie was drying his hair with
his towel but still wearing his sister's dressing gown.
"Come to my room and let me dry your hair, Bobbie," I said.
Bobbie followed me and sat down at my dressing table and closed his eyes
as I dried his hair, putting in some mouse to help me style it and then
just as I turned off the dryer putting on some hair spray to fix his new
hairstyle.
"Hey!" He said trying to stop me spraying his hair with his hand but it
was too late, my little boy had a girl's hairstyle.
He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. "Mum! What have you done?
I look like a girl!" he protested.
"Well, not exactly," I said, looking at him critically, "but with a bit
of work you could pass for a pretty girl!"
He was clean shaven as body hair slowed you down as a swimmer so he was
in the habit of shaving his arms, chest and legs. The hair on his head
he wore long as it would be in a swimming cap when he swum so did not
effect him like it would if the hair had been elsewhere on his body. He
had no beard or moustache and kept his eyebrows trimmed.
I got out a pair of black high cut panties with a lace trim, a matching
bra and suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from my drawer.
"But I don't want to look like a pretty girl!" he shouted angrily at me,
standing up and looking like he was about to hit me.
"What? You want to look like an ugly one?" I shouted back at him. "Sit
down! It's time we had a little chat, young lady."
He sat down, but he was still looking angry.
"You ungrateful spoilt brat. Do you have any idea how hard it is being
me?" I said angrily. "Not knowing if your stupid poorly paid husband is
going to come home alive? Worried that your son might be stupid enough
to go off and join the army too? Worried about how you are going to
afford tuition to help your son to get a good job when he leaves school
because you know his grades aren't good enough? Worried about how to pay
for your sisters' school fees?"
By this time he had calmed down and was looking like he wanted to help.
"Wait, I could..." Bobbie stopped.
I could see he was trying to think about he could help financially but
could not think of anything.
"It just happens that the gentleman who is visiting us downstairs, Mr
Field, is quite good with money but he has certain proclivities. He has
offered to help us if you agree to put on these clothes and have sex with
him". I said passing him the panties, bra, suspenders and fishnets.
Bobbie stood there with the underwear in his hands, unsure what to do.
He wanted to help but he really was not sure he wanted to lose his
virginity to a man whilst dressed as a woman.
Then as he stepped into the panties and started to pull them up his legs
I knew things would never be the same in our household again. I also
knew his penis would show so I told him to tuck it back between his legs.
He stood there for a moment before picking up the suspender belt and
looking at it.
"How do I put this on, Mummy?" He asked.
He hadn't called me that since he was 4 years old! He was so helpless.
"Same principal as a bra," I instructed him. "You put it round you back
to front and attach the hooks and then you turn the garment around until
the hooks are behind you. Then you tuck the straps under your panties
with your suspender belt and your arms through the straps of your bra."
"Just because I am agreeing to help doesn't make what I am wearing my
clothes," Bobbie replied as he finished tucking the straps through his
panties and started putting on his bra.
"If you saw a pretty girl in her underwear would you not call what she
was wearing her clothes?" I replied. "Besides, do you think I am going
to want your clothes back once you have had sex with Mr Field in them?"
At that point he finished putting on his bra.
"Don't put your stockings on like socks," I said. "You roll them into a
ball, point your toes through the centre of the ball and then roll the
ball up your legs."
I explained to him how to adjust his suspender belt straps so they did
not ping off and how to attach them.
He didn't look quite right as he stood there in his lingerie with his
girl's hairstyle so I sat him down again and put some foundation cream on
his face, some blush on his cheeks and then carefully put eyeshadow on
his eyelids.
I then told him to stare at the mirror whilst I put mascara on his
eyelashes and then I drew round his top eyelashes with eyeliner.
Then I got a pencil out and drew around his lips before painting them
crimson.
As a final touch I put some tissues in each of his bra cups before
telling him to cover up with his dressing gown and then come down and say
hello to Mr Field. I told him he must protect his sisters from Mr Field
and not mention that he had three sisters and we didn't want Mr Field
asking to have sex with them too. Bobbie agreed
Mr Field looked at my Bobbie critically as she entered the room.
"This is my daughter, Roberta," I said introducing Bobbie to Mr Field.
"This is Mr Field," I said introducing Mr Field to Bobbie. "So called
because he is known to play the field."
I knew that Mr Field actually had had no partner but me since his wife
died but he liked his nickname and each of my clients had nicknames.
Yes, because of my numerous partners, there was a risk that Bobbie might
catch a sexually transmitted disease from Mr Field but it wasn't
something Bobbie would find out about as I had Mr Field also agree not to
tell Bobbie about being a regular client of mine before introducing them.
Bobbie actually naively believed his Dad was the only man I ever slept
with!
"Your mother tells me you are a virgin, Bobbie, is this true?"
He nodded and pouted and then slipped out of his kimono so he stood there
in only his lingerie.
"But this is not your first time in lingerie is it? You are wearing a
kimono with "Sissy" written on it and that's obviously your nickname
isn't it? Come on it's time we made a woman of you," he said leading
Bobbie to my bedroom.
Bobbie lost her virginity very shortly after that and also contracted
anal herpes. Of course neither of us realised this until sores started
to appear around Bobbie's arse hole a few days later.
I went in to check on Bobbie after Mr Field left and she was lying there
with her head buried in my pillow, still wearing her bra, her suspenders
and fishnets but with her panties down round her knees and there was some
dried blood and sperm on the sheet between her legs. I pulled my bedsheet
over her and left her to sleep.
Cecilia, Rita and Joan had got home before Bobbie woke. Consequently
when she got up to go to the toilet Cecilia saw what Bobbie was wearing.
For a minute Cecilia was confused and didn't recognise her brother in his
finery.
"Mum, why is Bobbie dressed like us?" Cecilia shouted out. I called my
cisgendered daughters together and told them that Bobbie had become tired
of being the odd one out and had decided he wanted to become a girl like
his sisters.
"So, Bobbie is going to be our sister now?" asked Rita.
"Yes, Rita, you can still call her Bobbie but in more formal settings
call her by her full name of Roberta," I replied.
Over the next few days Bobbie's sisters painted Bobbie's room a more
girly pink and moved Cecilia's bed into Bobbie's room so I now had two
daughters in each bedroom.
In one afternoon, my problem with Bobbie telling "her" Dad that I was an
escort girl had disappeared as I became my "daughter's" pimp. The first
thing I bought with the money Mr Field gave us was some breastforms and
solvent so that Bobbie's bra was properly filled. I wanted to see how
marketable my virgin "daughter" was and I felt real breastforms would
look better than tissues. I also bought her her own makeup and set about
throwing away her old wardrobe of boy's clothes and buying her lingerie
to work in and a few neglig?es to sleep in. I also bought her a French
maid's outfit.
The day after Bobbie lost her virginity I had two of my other regular
clients, Mr Daly and Mr Gunn come to see me. I had Bobbie dress up in
her French Maid's outfit and open the door to them.
They were both aroused by Bobbie and both asked about Bobbie, but whilst
Mr Daly was fucking her, I had sex with Mr Gunn. I told Bobbie that Mr
Gunn had decided he needed to be elsewhere. Over the course of time
Bobbie realised that I wasn't only pimping her out but I was also
sleeping with some of her clients. This wouldn't get back to her sisters
or her Dad though, as the last thing she wanted them or him to know was
that she was a transvestite whore.
After a few days, a rash started to appear on Bobbie's backside which
meant that she had caught herpes. It also meant that I had to pay for
suppressive therapy for Bobbie and antiviral treatment for me and to tell
our clients not to come over.
So, now Rob was on his way home to an all female and household.
"Where's Bobbie?" he asked as soon as he got home.
Rob was furious when he found out Bobbie had become a girl. He did not
take it well. He locked himself in the bathroom. He behaved like a
spoilt little boy but I eventually persuaded Rob to let me in.
"It's time we had a little chat..." I told him.
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