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Adam and Eve (The autobiography of a teenage Cross Dresser) This story is sexually explicit. Part 1 of To Thine Own Self Be True Prologue It's the mid 1970's and a sixteen year old girl steps out of the Delicatessen where she works, it was her lunch hour and it was threatening to rain. It had been a busy morning behind the counter of the deli and she just wanted to have a change of scene from where she was working full time for the summer holidays while between schools. Suddenly a heavy summer shower pours out of the sky. To get out of the rain she dodges into a second hand bookshop just down the street. Wandering around she comes to a section of Victorian Reference books where her eye is caught a very slim leather bound book will gold lettering. The lettering on the spine intrigues her. It was titled "Gynecocracy" a word she has never seen before and when she pulls it out the full title on the front was "Gynecocracy: A Narrative of the Adventures and Psychological Experiences of Julian Robinson." Opening the book at a random page she was astonished at what she read. The girl decides to buy it. She takes it to the counter, it was priced at 7s 6d it had been in the shop that long. She buys it for 10p. That evening laying on her bed the girl starts to read the book. After about an hour she pulls the hem of her dress up to her waist and her left hand slides down between her legs and she starts to stroke and rub the front of her knickers, all the while reading the book. Some minutes later she deftly removes her knickers her left hand her eyes never leaving the page she was reading. While her fingers explore and caress her most intimate parts she keeps on reading and within a couple of minutes she has an orgasm curling up into a foetal ball as the waves of her orgasm crash over her. Recovering from her orgasm she stares up into nothing her mind whirling. Puberty My name is Adam Brunel and well Evelyn Brunel, its complicated. In 1970 when I was eleven my dad quit the sea and got a shore job. This meant we had to move up to the north west. I went to one of the newly formed "comprehensive" schools which recently been opened by the famous Margret Thatcher when she was education minister. Puberty came along when I was twelve and with it a Gynecomastia. This meant I developed breasts. Small but definite breasts. To start with it was put down to puppy fat but as I was quite slim it did look odd. Visits to the doctors and a specialist at the local hospital confirmed the diagnosis. No operation was recommended it was assumed they would disappear in time. They never did. They were small but not tiny, there were overweight boys at school with bigger breasts than me who got the ribbing but I was still conscious of them. I got special vests from the hospital called Compression Vests, these were known as "CV's" which used to flatten my breasts and stop them being noticeable. To start with the vests were not comfortable. Over the next few years the materials these vests were made of got better and better and more comfortable to wear. I used to wear one all the time. I had a love hate relationship with the CV's. I loved the way they flattened my breasts but hated the constricted feeling. I went to the specialist every 6 months but my breasts were not disappearing. When I was fifteen I was offered hormone treatment. It was experimental which worried my mum and as soon as I heard it was a weekly injection with a hypodermic I was dead against it. I hated needles. So I would keep my breasts. The story I had for any kids who asked why I wore a vest all the time was that that I had a weak back and the vest gave me support. I soon got expert in changing quickly in the changing room after sport etc and as boys we didn't used to hang around in the showers. It was usually a quick dash through because they were so cold. Swimming was fine as I had a neoprene CV for the pool. Changing was an art and the strategic holding of the towel and turning to the wall kept me out of trouble. Babs My 'O' level results were good so I went back to school into the sixth form. Things were different in the sixth form. More relaxed no school uniform etc and the teachers treated you differently, almost like adults. I was sat in registration class on our first day in the sixth form with all my old friends who had stayed on waiting for the teacher to turn up, when the door opened and Bridgette Charlotte Newman walked in. I did not know it at the time but she would change my life forever. She was slim, with long legs, fair shoulder length hair with green eyes. Her eyes were glorious, they communicated how she felt. They usually sparkled with mischievousness or happiness, but they could glitter with anger or be smoky with lust, love and passion. She was not beautiful or pretty but very striking. Wherever she went people would always looked at her, her personality shone out of her eyes. She looked like Barbara Streisand's teenage sister. Her nickname was Babs because of looking like Streisand and she was always known by that name amongst her friends and even the teachers would call her by that name. She was a local girl and had been to an all girl Grammar School which was a train ride away but had decided to do her 'A' levels at my school to which she could walk. Babs was outgoing, fun and very confident and in my eyes she always lit up a room she walked into. She came in sat down and was soon chatting with everyone, boys and girls. She already knew some of the girls in my class. Babs was doing the same subjects as me Maths, Physics and Technical Drawing with Engineering Design Principles which was unusual for a girl in the 70s, so I was going to see quite a lot of her. I suppose I was always going to be an engineer with a surname like mine. At the end of the first day I started to walk home and Babs ran up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Hi my names Babs" she said "and your name is Adam isn't it?" I said it was. "Well looks like we are doing the same subjects so I think we are going to get to know each other really well." It turned out she lived not far from my house and with a slight detour we could walk past her house on the way to mine. "Thank you for walking me home" she said with a smile "what time will you be picking me up in the morning?" This was my first experience of Babs taking control. Thus started our relationship. We started walking to and from school together and after a while she would sit at the next desk to me in lessons. In the student common room we sometimes sat together if she wasn't chatting with her girl friends. The inevitable happened, we officially started going 'out' with each other. This started at the first sixth form disco. The disco was held in the school hall and was run by one of the younger teachers who thought he was 'hip'. I turned up in my tie and dye tee shirt and flared hipster jeans as did most of my friends including most of the girls. It could be difficult from the back to guess who was who. Boys and girls all had long hair and it was only as they turned round you recognised people. A couple of the girls did wear miniskirts and tops but Babs had worn a very short red dress which had a flippy skirt to it. The disco was good fun, we were now old enough just to get on the dance floor and enjoy ourselves. Gone were the days when we were younger, where boys congregated in one corner with girls in the other eyeing each other with some trepidation. Near the end of the evening the disk jockey was taking requests and I saw Babs go up and talk to him. A track came on called Red Dress sung by Alvin Stardust. Babs came over and grabbed my hand and led me onto the dance floor. Red Dress is quite a rocky number and everyone started to dance in the old rock and roll fashion, holding hands and the girls twirling away from their partners and then twirling back. When Babs did this the short flippy skirt of her red dress fanned out and up so you could see the top of her legs and her knickers. The knickers were cherry red and of silky shiny satin. She obviously chose these on purpose knowing they may be seen, and every time she span away or back and showed her knickers, everyone around us, boys and girls cheered and hooted. Babs loved it, she was flushed, bright eyed and laughed every time people cheered and whistled. The next dance by contrast was a slow smooch by the Carpenters. Babs kept hold of my hand and pulled me to her. As we danced round the floor she ground her pelvis into mine and with her head on my shoulder blew gently into my ear. She then drew her head back, looked into my eyes and then kissed me. No little peck this but a full on French kiss. Babs never did anything by halves. That was the last dance of the evening. We walked out of that disco as a couple. The walk home was long with lots of stops for kissing and cuddling. Outside her house she put her head on my shoulder and sighed. She then licked the outside of my ear and stuck her tongue into my ear which made me jump. She giggled at this and then gave me another long French kiss, while we kissed she got hold of my right hand and placed it on her left breast. Her nipple came up hard and I rubbed and tweaked it which made her whimper. As we came up for air from the kiss she turned her head and bit my earlobe hard. I yelped which made her giggle and she whispered "touch?." At this we parted and she walked up to her front door and as she let herself in to the house she turned her head flipped the back of her dress up to show her cherry red knickers again, waved at me and called "see you in the morning Adam', went in and shut the door. I was in love. She never wore those knickers again. I saw them once some time later. Babs had a box which she kept under the bed in which she kept special mementos. Amongst all sorts of different things were the cherry red knickers neatly folded up in a corner of the box. I pointed to them and looked at her, she grinned and said they had done the job they had been bought for and were now preserved for ever. Next day I was waiting outside her house ready to walk her to school wondering if it had all been an erotic dream. Everything was fine, she came out the house smiling, and came up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. She then put her arm through mine and of we walked to school arm in arm a sure sign to all our friends we were together. I was amazed and could not believe my luck, most girls in our year went out with boys in the upper sixth, and I was the one of the youngest in our year because I was born on the first of July. I found out that Babs was one of the oldest being born in early September, so when Babs turned seventeen in the September I had to wait to the following July before my birthday meaning although we were in the same academic year Babs was nearly a year older than me, in fact if Babs had been born just a few days earlier she would have been in the class above. The fact that girls were more mature than boys in adolescence was still evident in the sixth form and with me being nearly a year younger than Babs meant our relationship was not one of equals, and although I was easily academically her equal Babs was the dominant one in our relationship. The Big Reveal Over the next few weeks we went everywhere together and enjoyed getting to know each other better. Plenty of kissing went on especially at discos and birthday parties. At this time it was almost expected that anybody's birthday party would consist of a disco usually in the garage of the parent's house of the boy or girl celebrating their birthday. 'Disco' meant record or cassette player and we all bought a selection of records and tapes to play. Food was crisps, peanuts etc with fizzy drinks and sometimes smuggled in cider. A couple of the richer kid's parents would hire the local scout hall and get a semi professional disc jockey in. Babs was a very confident and sensual girl. Kissing for Babs meant French kissing and I was actively encouraged to stroke and caress her breasts. Slow dances at discos were for long kisses and Babs putting my hand under her top and me to worm my hand under her bra if she was wearing one. Babs family was like mine, a matriarchy. Babs mother was French, she was head of the family which explained Babs own attitude. The women ruled in her family as they did in mine. This assumption of female superiority would influence the rest of my life and I have never known any different. Babs father and brothers just did as they were told as my father and I did at home. In my life I was used to women being in charge. Up till the age of eleven with my father being away at sea meant my mother was the figure of authority in my life. When I was at primary school every teacher was a woman including the headmistress. Although at secondary school we had a Headmaster my house master was a woman along with a majority of the teachers with the exception of maths, science, woodwork/metalwork and PE. However due to the subjects Babs and I had elected to study all our teachers were now men. Surprisingly Babs spoke little French. It seems when she was little she was fluent, but after going to school she lost most of it. She was now trying to pick it up again. She would often insert French phrases in her conversation, how accurate they were is open to question. Babs mum insisted I called her by her first name which was Camille. Babs and her brothers called her maman. Our sexual journey with each other was helped by the fact that both Babs parents were active in the local community. Camille was a stalwart of the Women's Institute and Babs dad was a Freemason and many Saturday evenings took Camille out to Masonic social events leaving Babs to look after her two younger brothers. Greg and Tim were 12 and 10 and didn't take much looking after; they would usually sit watching TV or be in their own rooms doing something. This left Babs and I to go to her room to "listen to records." Babs room was a typical teenage girls room, except for the pictures on the wall were not typical. No posters of pop groups or film stars but pictures of bridges from around the world. She was fascinated by bridges old and new. Her mission in life was to be an civil engineer and build bridges. She was passionate about this. She could quote the main statics of all the bridges on the walls of her room. A friend of my dad's was a member of the Royal Institute of Civil Engineers. Dad got back copies of their quarterly magazine for me which I gave to Babs. She would devour the articles with alacrity especially if it was about bridges. Up in her room over a many Saturday evenings we started to explore each other and our sexual boundaries. I had great expectations of what we might get up to but I was really nervous what about what was hidden under my CV and I knew at some point this would have to be confronted. Would she be disgusted? Would this end our relationship? On the fateful evening up in her room we put a record on and started kissing. While we were kissing she unbuttoned my shirt and pulling it off my shoulders making it clear I was to remove it. Babs had clearly got frustrated at my reluctance to take my CV off voluntarily and was taking matters into her own hands. I took my shirt off and while I was doing this she took her top off and stood there in her bra. "Me first and then you', she stated. Babs reached round unhooked and took her bra off and I saw for the first time her breasts which my hands had already explored over previous weeks. She stood there smiling not shy or coy. Her breasts were amazing in my eyes. Babs then surprised me by saying "say hello to my girls." She saw my look of puzzlement; she then got hold of my right hand and put it on her left breast and said "these are my girls and your hands are cold!" I was to learn she would talk to them. She used to say things like - "come on girl's time to get dressed, do you fancy blue or white?" Holding up two bras deciding which one to wear. Or when taking her bra off - "Ah that's better isn't it girls?" Pointing at my CV Babs indicated it was now crunch time and it was my turn to take my CV off. "I have shown you mine now show me yours" she said jokingly. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing, this was the point of no return utter humiliation awaited as imagined Babs telling everyone at school what I was about to show her. I had this vision of standing in the student common room, naked from the waist up and all my friends laughing and pointing at me. I took my CV off, looking at the floor and waited. Dead silence, Babs looked at me and stared at my breasts. To add insult to injury my breasts used to take a few moments to reform properly after I took the CV off. So to her it must have seemed as if they were growing before her eyes. She looked, stepped forward for a closer look and said "Oh my God I was only joking but you've got boobs!, aren't they lovely." Then enormity of it then hit and she said "how? Why?" So I then had to explain about my Gynecomastia. She was fascinated, very caring but inquisitive and thank god not repulsed. "May I touch them?" Babs asked. I nodded and she gently stroked my left breast and gently squeezed it just in the way I did do to her. The feeling was sensational, this being the first time someone had touched them with tenderness and her hands were cold as well. In fact her hands were always cold. "Cold hands warm heart" Babs used to say. After I had finished explaining and letting her touch them she put her arm through mine and turned me round. We stood side by side topless looking into her dressing mirror. My breasts were about the same size as Babs. Babs grinned into the mirror. "Now" she said what shall we call them?" "I know" she said laughing "I will call them The Boys." So from then on my breasts were known as The Boys. Babs turned towards me and kissed me, our breasts squished together which was an amazing feeling. "Look" she said The Girls and the Boys are making friends." Let's see how big the Boys are, I will get a tape measure." Babs got a dressmakers tape out of a drawer and measured below my breasts and then round them. "Well you are a 34 'A' and I am a 32 'B' so really you are the same size as me." "Well we may as well finish what we have started" Babs giggled, she unhooked her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood there in just her knickers. She hooked the front of her knickers down and pointed to her vulva and said "this is Cunny, now show me yours." I dropped my jeans and pulled the front of my underwear down, I was a lot more confident about this. Babs looked, smiled and did I see a brief look of relief? Having two younger brothers Babs had obviously seen a penis before. So she said "who is this?" I said it didn't have a name accept "dick." She laughed and said that was no good, he needed a name. After some thought she said "JT, I will call him JT after "John Thomas." So there we were my breasts were named The Boys and my penis JT. This was typical of Babs sense of fun. Later on I was to learn her clitoris was called Missy and was to be treated gently like a lady. "Cunny" was very neat. Just a keyhole slit. Her inner lips didn't protrude at all. At the top of the keyhole her clitoris barely peaked out, but when she was aroused Missy stuck out like a very erect nipple and her outer lips would part slightly to reveal her swollen inner lips. Babs got serious for a minute. We were to be sensible she said. No slip ups no pregnancy which meant no full sex yet. But that didn't mean we could not have lots and lots of fun. We both wanted to go to university to do engineering degrees. She wanted to do civil engineering and I wanted to do mechanical engineering. I was in full agreement. I was still amazed she wanted me after she had seen The Boys. Naked from the waist up we started kissing, our breasts squeezing together and the sensation gave me an erection which Babs could feel between us as she ground into me. "hello, hello what's this then?" Babs said grinning looking down at the bulge in my pants, she pulled at the waistband and my erection popped up. "Ooh this looks very interesting" she said and wrapped her hand round my penis. her cold hand on my penis had a devastating reaction and I orgasmed spraying the both of us which made Babs squeal with laughter. "Well, well, so this is what all the fuss is about" Babs said as she scraped some of my semen of her belly with her finger and examined it closely. She then handed me a tissue and we mopped each other dry. Walking home that evening I had a lot to think about and a lot to be thankful for. Babs seemed to enchanted with what I had always hid from the world. The only person up till this evening who had seen and touched my breasts for years was my specialist. As time went by we got more confident in each other's company and each other's bodies. It was always fun as well as passionate. There were many times we ended up just laughing. Over the next weeks we had learnt how to bring each other to orgasm. The first time I slide my hand inside her knickers and stroked Missy and brought her to orgasm she got hold of my hand and brought it up to my face and got me to lick my fingers. She then said to me "that's the taste of me and it means I love you." From the start Babs enjoyed anal play, It made her laugh the first time she inserted her finger in my bottom as I was ejaculating, I chided her saying "naughty, naughty" which she found really amusing. She loved me easing a finger into her "naughty, naughty" as she now called it as she orgasmed. She used to do the same to me and it always caught me out. The first time we did oral sex Babs ended up choking with laughter. We were up in her room one Saturday evening 'listening to records' and it was getting quite heavy as usual. Babs always took the lead. She had an enormous sexual appetite. On this occasion she was stroking my penis and lightly biting my nipples and nuzzling my breasts. She then stopped and slowly worked her head down my body nipping me all the time. When she got to my penis she cupped my testicles in one hand and started to lick the top of my penis. This instantly brought me to the edge. She then put the top of my penis in her mouth. I had an orgasm and ejaculated immediately. Babs snorted and started coughing and laughing at the same time. She lifted her head and pointed to her grinning face. There was semen streaming out of her nose. Still laughing she got up and got some Kleenex to blow and wipe her nose. As I had ejaculated in her mouth the shock of it had made her snort and my semen had shot down her nose. This did not put her of oral sex, in fact she loved it. When we did it, after I had ejaculated into her mouth she always lifted her head made a great show of swallowing, and licking her lips. She would then kiss me full on the lips and push her tongue into my mouth. One time when she was giving me oral sex she sensed I was coming to orgasm and she as usual stuck her finger in my bottom. When I came down from my orgasm I had the feeling that her finger was still in my bottom. I then realised that this could not be true because I could see both her hands. The feeling would not go away, so I shifted around a bit but still I had this strange full feeling in my bottom. I got up from the bed and felt something tickle the top of my leg. I put my hand down between my legs and found a thread. I bent forward and peered between my legs to see a pink string hanging out of my bottom. Babs had stuck a tampon in my bottom whilst I was having an orgasm. She was sat on the bed with both her hands across her mouth and nose rocking with laughter. If Babs was on her period her box of tampons was kept fully on show on her bedside table. Babs was never prim about her periods. She always felt it was natural and nothing to be ashamed about. This went to using the toilet as well. Her family bathroom which was next to her room had a lock but no key, her family were much more relaxed about that sort of thing than my family was. Often if I used the toilet before I went home, I would be washing my hands Babs would just walk in sit on the toilet, pee, douche, change her tampon if she was on her period, wipe, get up, flush the toilet, wash her hands after me and give me a peck on the cheek. Babs often used a douche. This consisted of a pink rubber bulb about the size of a cricket ball with a white plastic nozzle with small holes in the end attached to it. She would fill it with warm water, sit on the toilet. insert the nozzle in her vagina and squeeze the bulb to squirt the warm water inside which would then run out into the toilet. She reckoned it kept her nice and clean inside. I had never seen anything like this equipment at home. Babs said her mother taught her to do this, it was not common in England and her mother had to send to France for the equipment. One other thing about Babs being on her period was she was really on heat during that time. Her appetite was almost insatiable for orgasms, mine or hers. She loved me playing and rubbing her clitoris and teasing her bottom and would orgasm very quickly during this time, but giving me oral sex also would also make her orgasm. Babs also enjoyed me giving her oral sex. She loved her clitoris being gently nipped and sucked; all the while I would have one finger in her bottom slowly moving it in and out. If I nipped too hard she would grab my head and push it firmly into her sex almost suffocating me and telling me to treat Missy like a lady. After she had come to orgasm she would pull me back up and kiss and lick my face all over. "Waste not, want not and I don't you want to go home smelling of how much I love you" she used to say laughing. Although I had breasts my nipples and areola at this time were only slightly bigger in size and colour you would expect for a male. This did not stop Babs sucking and pinching them. As usual Babs had a little trick up her sleeve which fooled me as much as the tampon trick did. On this occasion she had been nipping and pinching my nipples quite hard when I got the sensation of a steady pinch on my nipples. When I looked down she had slipped hair grips around my nipples at the base where they met the areola. The sensation was intense, painful but very arousing. I came to love this sensation almost to the point of obsession. Cross Dressing Our relationship was about to change. One evening when we were up in her room, I was lying on the bed naked and she was on top of me still in her bra and knickers. Babs was always particular about her lingerie it always matched. I never saw her in miss-matched bra and knickers. She sat up and was gyrating her hips so her knickers were rubbing against my penis. She put her hands behind her back smiling at me and unhooked her bra. Then leaning forward and her bra slid down her arms and accidently landed on my chest. Laughing she pinched my nipples through the material of the lacy bra. I ejaculated immediately. Not for the first time my semen shot up and some hit her on her breasts and also on the chin. Babs and sat back and with her finger she scraped all the semen of her breasts and chin and then put her finger in her mouth and sucked it provocatively and rubbed her stomach. She looked at me and said "so you really liked the feel of that bra didn't you?" I was bright red and told her not to be stupid. It did feel great having my nipples caressed through the lace but that was all. Laughing she said "liar liar pants on fire, you loved the feel of that lace didn't you? and my knickers rubbing against JT." "Now" she said "sit up and let's do this properly. Let's see what The Boys look like in a bra." I sat up and she got the bra, turned it round and offered it to me. "Arms out" she ordered and I obeyed. She slid the bra up my arms and reached round behind me bringing her face close to mine, grinning she kissed me sticking her tongue into my mouth as she hooked up the bra. Standing back she looked at me and smiled, "now don't they look pretty, I thought it would fit if I used widest fastening." I sat there not knowing what to think. She bent down and slipped off her knickers. "Here try these." I said I didn't want to, but she was having none of it. "Go on for me. It will be really sexy." So I put the knickers on. They were damp from where she had been wearing them and soon as I pulled them on and that damp patch touched my scrotum I got an erection. Babs put her baby doll nightie on and got back onto the bed and lay down beckoning me to lie beside her. After some kissing she got on top of me. Babs started sucking my nipples through the lace of the bra and after a while she moved down licking and nipping my chest. She got down to the knickers and was nuzzling and licking them. She pulled the knickers down at the front and licked and sucked my penis. It did not take me long to orgasm and instead of as usual raising her head and smiling at me and licking her lips she went into a spasm of her own orgasm. She twitched and bucked and then sighed. There was silence accept for Carole kings Tapestry that was playing on the record player. We both dozed off, Babs head lying on my lap pillowed by the knickers. The clicks of the record player finishing playing the LP woke us both up. It was time for me to go home. Before getting up Babs kissed her knickers. I got up and took the knickers off and was struggling to unhook the bra when Babs went round the back of me put her arms around me tweaked my nipples and squeezed my breasts through the bra before unhooking it for me. As I got dressed Babs gathered up the bra and knickers and brought them up to her face and looking at me over them with her big eyes, she buried her nose into them and breathed in deeply, she then kissed them before putting them in the linen basket in the corner of her room. Babs put a dressing gown on over her baby doll nightie; I got dressed, we went down stairs where she gave me a long kiss before pushing me out the front door. The next day was Sunday. We both had family commitments so we didn't see each other. Monday morning saw me outside Bab's house wondering what kind of reception I would get. I should not have worried. She came down the path, gave me a full kiss on the lips and a pat on my cheek, she put her arm through mine and we walked off to school. The sun was shining, God was in his heaven, I had the most amazing girl who loved me, we were young and I could not be happier. Now everybody called me Adam which was the name I preferred. My Christian names were Evelyn, Adam. My paternal grandfather was called Evelyn and he died two days before I was born and my father insisted I was named after him. My mother insisted on calling me Adam and most of the time that is what I was called. It was only my grandmother who called me Evelyn. One time when Babs had come round to my house my grandmother, Evelyn's widow was visiting and Babs had heard her refer to me as Evelyn, so I had to explain to Babs that Evelyn was my first name but everybody called me by my second name Adam. Babs grinned at me and said enigmatically "I have an aunty Evelyn I didn't realise it could be a boy's name as well as a girls, how interesting! A couple of weeks went by before we had a chance to use Babs room again. Her brothers were settled down in front of the TV and we went up stairs. We started kissing and we were soon down to our underwear, my CV was off, she always said "get The Boys out." She stopped kissing me and went over to her chest of drawers and took out a pale green bra and knickers. She brought them across to me and playfully offered the bra up to my chest. I started to protest but Babs was insistent and I was soon dressed in the bra and knickers. We got on the bed together and started kissing and cuddling. Babs was very dominant and got on top of me sucking my nipples through the bra and grinding her pelvis into mine. We had our orgasm together me ejaculating into the knickers and Babs writhing on top of me. We lay still for a while and then Babs got up and gave me a long kiss and said "thank you Eve." "Eve?" I asked. "It's short for Evelyn" she said "and it is my special name for you. I think it suits you, Eve is such lovely name and the fact that everybody else calls Adam is fine." So I was Adam in public but Eve when we were alone. Me wearing her underwear while we were making love became standard from then on. I tried to resist and managed to persuade Babs a few times for me not to put on any lingerie but she was never as passionate as she was when I was wearing a bra or camisole and knickers. Babs often went without a bra wearing camisoles instead. In fact she used to really only wear a bra if she wanted her breasts to look bigger and to give her a cleavage to make a dress or top to fit properly. Consummation Just after it became standard for me to wear lingerie, there was another change in our relationship. Babs went on the pill. After she started on the pill we counted down the days eagerly until we could try full sex. The 28 days were up and then we had to wait for a free weekend before we could completely consummate our relationship. Even though we were now very relaxed with each other and I was comfortable wearing lingerie our first time at full sex was a nervous and giggly affair. Babs was completely naked and on her insistence I was wearing a white bra and knickers. The moment came and I slipped into her, the warm wet feeling I felt almost made me orgasm immediately. We were both very excited and near the edge. She bucked her hips up and down as I moved within her. She was pinching my nipples hard through my bra which added to the sensual pleasure. I bit one of her nipples really hard in response which made her squeal. In a very short time we were both shaking with orgasm. As we both came to orgasm Babs reached round and got hold of a leg of my knickers in each hand and pulled them up hard so that the knickers were jammed up hard within the cheeks of my bottom. This sensation made me ejaculate. So that is how the first time I had sex I was wearing bra, knickers and was given a wedgie. Babs fascination with me wearing female clothes grew. I was too besotted to refuse even though I did protest at the start. The truth be known I was starting to enjoy the sensation. I now had my own knickers. We both worked on Saturdays in the next town to supplement our pocket money from our parents. I was a general dog's body at a locally owned department store. Babs worked at a deli which was very close to a Marks and Spencer's. Over a period of time she bought me presents of knickers from there. All her knickers were of the hipster or bikini design as there were no thongs or g strings in those days, but the knickers she bought me were of a fuller design which Babs reckoned the fit was more sexy on me. She always bought knickers which matched her bras or camisole tops. She just kept them in her lingerie drawer with her other stuff. We asumed Camille never noticed as my knickers went through the wash with Bab's. My job at the department store was varied. I never knew what I was going to be doing when I turned up on Saturday morning. Lugging stock around, washing up in the restaurant kitchen, breaking down and building up display shelves, and general fetch and carrying. The women who did the displays were always teasing me. They were in their 30s, worldly wise with a wicked sense of humour. I once was helping them carry some naked female display dummies to store front window and was embarrassed about where I was holding them, when one of them said "no touching her tits or she will slap your face and she will kill you if you touch her pussy!" Another time I was sent to the lingerie department to help them assemble a stationary and rotary display for a new range of lingerie. They had requested me deliberately to embarrass me and have a laugh. As they stocked the display and put some of the lingerie on a display model one of the said "I bet you would like to get your hands in here as she pulled the knickers up the legs of the dummy. They were always asking questions about my love life and making lewd remarks like "if you want a real woman to show you how it's done, you know where to come." One day I was sent to the store room behind the lingerie department. The department manager was there with a job for me. She said to me that I came highly recommended. I could guess who had done that! In front of me were several large cardboard boxes and to one side a huge pile of hangers, and beyond that large rolls of decals. The stores own brand of new lingerie had been delivered like this. My job was to take the separate items of lingerie out of the boxes put them on a hanger, find the right decal, stick it on the hanger and then hang the garment on a rail ready to transported to the shop floor. There were bras and knickers of various designs and derivatives, camisoles as well as full and half slips. The hangers were multipurpose and had different clips and hooks to hang and display the lingerie on. There were two clips for the bra or camisole straps and two hooked prongs to stretch the waistband of the knickers and half slips between. The bras were a nightmare with all the different sizes and designs. The rest were a very easy being sized small, medium and large although the knickers came in "hipster', "full" and "French." By the end of the day I was only halfway through. The manager asked if I could come in on Sunday when the shop was closed to finish the job for double pay. I agreed. In a moment of inspiration I asked if I could bring my girl friend in to help. The manager said she could not pay Babs as she wasn't on the books; however she could pay her in "In Kind', as she could write that of as damaged stock. Babs was intrigued and happily came with me the next day. Security let us in and we walked through the silent dim shop to the lingerie department. It was quite eerie but we started work, we took turns with one putting the lingerie on the hanger and calling out the size while the other one located the correct decal, stuck it on and hung the item up on the rails. The store room in the eerie silence echoed to "36B', or "large" etc. At one point Babs was doing the calling and called out incredulously "46E'?? and burst out laughing, she came over to me with this bra on. It was enormous! The cups were like pudding basins. I just couldn't imagine breasts that size. A little later I got hit in the face by a pair of knickers; Babs had stretched the waistband of the knickers and flicked them at me. That started a knicker fight between us like a snowball fight. After while we came to our senses and got back to work. We were just finishing up when the department manager arrived. She worked out Babs wages and said she could help herself from the department to the value of her wages plus 20% staff discount. Babs was thrilled. The manager went into her back office to do some work while we mooched around the dimly lit lingerie department while Babs made here choices. We went home on the train with two bags of various lingerie. Babs told me later she spent the next couple of days chucking out old lingerie. Her drawers were stuffed with new lingerie. Habill? comme une fille de mon ch?ri One Saturday evening I turned up at Babs with the expectation of a great evening of sex. Babs greeted me passionately as usual and dragged me up stairs to her room. When we got there she fended off my advances and held me at arm's length. She said she had a sexy and exciting idea. "I want you habill? comme une fille de mon ch?ri" she said. "Tish you spoke French" I joked in my best Gomez Addams voice. She pulled me to her and kissing me between each word she said "I want to dress you completely as a girl and then we will go for a walk to the Chippy get a bag of chips come home and I will screw your brains out." I was horrified. The dressing up didn't bother me as much as it should have, but it was the thought of going outside and being sussed as a boy or worse still being recognised. Babs dismissed my fears saying she would do a great job and I would be fine. We came to the compromise that I would dress up and we would see what it looked like. If it was OK we would wait till it got dark before we went out. I got undressed and Babs handed me one of her under wired and padded Bras. The bra was quite lacy and the full knickers had a matching lace front panel with the rest being of a satin material. My breasts filled the bra and the under wiring and padding gave me a slight cleavage. She got me the blouse I loved to see her wearing. It was very full and blousy and completely sheer and see thru. These were all the fashion then. When Babs wore it, on Camille's insistence she wore a matching camisole or just a bra to be more alluring if she could slip out without Camille checking how she was dressed. On one outrageous occasion she wore it without anything underneath when we went to the pictures. This was revealed when she took her coat off, she turned towards me shook her shoulders which jiggled her breasts which could be seen clearly through the blouse because the house lights were still up, she sat down giggling. Needless to say I don't remember much about the movie. Babs gave me a camisole to put on over my bra and then I put on the blouse. It was like wearing a whisper. It felt wonderful. Due to the fact that the battle of my hormones, my legs were not that hairy but Babs insisted I shave them. She helped me which was quite a sexy experience. I had no hairs on my chest so I had no problems there. My arm hair was very light. I so much enjoyed the feeling of shaved legs and under my arms; I kept them shaved from then on much to Babs approval. It was late autumn and chilly so Babs gave me a pair of tights to put on. She was about to explain how to put them on but to her surprise I put them on quickly and with no problems. I had never forgotten the training my mum had given me when I was in the Nativity play. Babs looked at me quizzically and I said I would explain later. The feel of the nylons on my legs brought back the memory of the Nativity Play into sharp focus. I wore a dress for 5 evenings when I was 10 years old. I was in a church play about the Nativity and I was playing a peasant stable boy. However my costume was a white shift dress with a rope belt and brown very itchy woollen tights which had integral knickers all loaned from the Director who was one of the Sunday School teachers. This was thought by the woman Director of the play to be a period costume for a peasant stable boy. The first 2 evenings were dress rehearsal. At the first dress rehearsal we were divided into boys and girls and sent to different rooms at the back of the church to change. Mine was the only costume the church did not already have from previous Nativity plays. The reason why mine was new was that the Director had written the play and it included this stable boy, so I had to wear these borrowed clothes. To my embarrassment the Director came in to show me how to put on the tights. She ruffled them up for me but I had to step into them and pull them up my legs. Meanwhile the rest on the boys were getting dressed in their costumes and sniggering at me as they did so. Then I had to put the dress on and the belt. The parting shot of the director as she went out of the changing room was to say I was to take the tights home with me that evening and practice putting them on without laddering them. At this the other boys howled with laughter. The boys costumes (Joseph, Three Kings, Inn Keeper, King Herrod etc) were full length robes so they could keep their ordinary clothes on underneath. It was the tradition in this church for the shepherds to be girls along with Angel Gabriel. This was so there was approximately the same amount of girl and boy actors from the church Sunday school. The three girl shepherds wore proper shepherd smocks which had embroidered fronts and tights exactly like mine. After the rehearsal I got changed and stuffed the tights into my jacket pocket and walked home. I walked home with some of the other boys in the play and I was a butt of quite a few jokes and mercilessly teased. When I got home I told my mum I had to practice putting on the tights. So she had me standing in the living room without any jeans on practicing rolling up the legs of the tights and then pulling each leg up to the knee and then easing them up until I wriggled into the knickers top. My sister who is only eleven months younger than me found this very amusing and went and got a pair of her own school tights and mimicked me putting mine on and giving me tips on how to do it. Mum could not help laughing and I have a distinct memory of stomping of to my room angry and embarrassed. On the second evening my mum was in a rush and she picked me up in the car from the church and because time was tight dragged me out of the changing room and I had to go home in the costume. This caused much delight and a lot of giggling from my sister and her 2 friends who were in the car and being taken to Brownies. The hut where the brownies meet was down a narrow lane, so my mother parked on the road and insisted I accompanied her as she took my sister and her friends to the hut. We went into the hut and mum spent some minutes chatting to one of the other mothers as I stood beside her in the white dress and tights trying to hide behind my mother's skirts and ignore some of the brownies who were giggling and pointing as my sister whispered the news to all her friends that it was her brother in the white dress standing next to her mother. The Brown Owl came up and crouching down in front of me asked "and who is this, is she wanting to join the Brownies?" "it's Adam my son" my mum laughed "he is still in his costume for the Nativity play." "Is he playing a girl then?" Brown Owl asked "no he is a stable boy" my mum replied, "he is?" the woman questioned frowning. After our 'first night' a reporter from the local newspaper came to take photo's and write a small piece for the weekly newspaper. A full group picture was taken and then different still life poses from scenes in the play. Imagine my chagrin when the paper came out the following week and the still life I was in was with the 3 girl shepherds and was titled "Four pretty shepherdesses." I must admit except for the slight difference in my costume to the other girls I swear you could not tell us apart. Babs went to her wardrobe and got out a skirt. It was short but not too short but as with most of Babs skirts it was a full circle or skater skirt which was a design Babs loved and by preference always bought. Shoes, what was she going to do about shoes? I had come in suede "desert boots" these hardly would match my skirt and blouse. I took a size 8 shoe. Babs being a tall girl of 5' 8" her shoe size was 7. She found me a pair of flat shoes she often wore to school. They were black, soft and did not pinch at all even though they were a size too small. So I was ready. We stood side by side and looked in the mirror. The result was OK - just. We were the same height; Babs had some two inch platform shoes on which were the fashion. My hair was parted in the middle and shoulder length. It naturally turned out and up at the ends, and because I was so used to looking at it, to me it looked boyish. Babs answer to this was to heat her curling tongs, damp the ends of my hair curl my hair under with the tongs and give it a spray with Harmony Hair spray. I had to admit the look was better but was still not sure. To try and really convince me Babs got some blue eye shadow and smudged some onto my eye lids. Next was mascara which felt really weird and made me blink a lot. Babs then got some flesh coloured cream and smoothed into my beard line. Luckily for me my beard was very light then and I only needed to shave about every three days. I had once tried growing a beard which was very "in" then but the results were disastrous. My parents, school and Babs all had insisted I shave it off, so off it had come. The cream was some kind of cover cream used by girls in those days to cover any spots or acne. Babs didn't usually need it as her skin was flawless. She sometimes got the odd spot when she was on her period which she would grumble about. The cream was not really necessary as I really didn't have a beard line but it gave me some confidence. Next came the pink lipstick. This was an odd sensation but not unpleasant, I was used to the taste of it from kissing Babs. In fact wearing lipstick was like continuously kissing Babs. So in fact I loved it. With the makeup and hair done we stood together again in front of the mirror. The effect was much better. I thought now I could pass, especially after dark. I would never be in Miss World but the result wasn't too bad. In fact I looked ordinary, which was great. Not beautiful or stunning, not ugly just normal. No one should give me a second look which is just what I wanted. Babs was in raptures she thought I looked great "now you do look like my Eve, and goodness you have great legs, most girls at school would love have legs like that" she said. So we were ready to go. I wasn't allowed to put my Parka on, Babs got a coat out of the wardrobe which reached half way down my bottom; I put it on but was not allowed to button it up. The coat had very shallow pockets so I had no where for my wallet. Babs took the wallet off me and put it in her handbag. "I won't make you take a handbag this time" she said laughing. Babs skipped round getting ready and suddenly it was time to go. It was now dark outside, so no turning back. Babs peeped out of her room, one of the boys was glued to the TV and the other was in his room. We came down stairs and I slipped outside. Babs went to chat to her brother and promised to bring some chips back. As I stood outside I was aware of the coolness of the evening on my legs and creeping up my skirt. The feeling was intoxicating. Babs came out of the house; put her arm through mine and we were off. I must admit I got a real buzz from it. As we walked along chatting I hardly cared how I looked. The chilly autumn air kept reminding me of my exposed legs. The skirt flipped up a bit but the coat that Babs had cleverly given me kept it under control. She did everything she could to ensure I enjoyed the experience. As we walked along she asked me about the Nativity play and made me recount the story in detail. We were now at the Chippy. It was brightly lit inside with a few people waiting to be served. I definitely was not going inside. Babs accepted this, she got my wallet out of her handbag, handed me her handbag and went in to get the chips. As I stood outside waiting, people came past me going in and out of the Chippy, no one took much notice, I got a few Hallo's and "good Evenings." One Older woman came out obviously loaded down with a family meal, as she passed me she said "I don't know how you girls these days keep warm with you skirts so short." I laughed nervously and she walked of saying "Good Night dear, be good or if you can't be good be careful." I looked round to see Babs in the doorway of the Chippy grinning. She had heard every word. We walked home laughing and eating our chips out of the paper. We got back to Babs and she still had two portions of chips for her brothers. It was then we realised I had walked back from the chippy with Babs Handbag on my shoulder. She pointed to it and said "next time" grinned and walked in the house. The plan was for Babs to walk into the kitchen calling the boys and luring them into the kitchen to get their chips so I could sneak up stairs. The plan worked. I got up stairs took my coat of and sat on the bed. I had a mixture of feelings; I was relieved, elated, confused and very aroused. Babs came tripping up the stairs and into the room. She took her coat of and then dived on me pinning me to the bed. She kissed me hard smearing our lipstick over our faces. We quickly took our clothes of but as usual I had to leave my bra and knickers on. Back on the bed Babs insisted on being on top. She cupped my breasts which seemed large because of the bra and gently squeezed them and then tweaked my nipples hard. I pinched her nipples back and she squeaked as she lowered herself onto my erection. The sex was fast, rough and passionate. Later she helped me clean my face and brushed out the hair spray. My hair ended up straight rather than usually curling out but it didn't look strange. I walked home in a daze which was not unusual after an evening with Babs. Dressing up and going out was an occasional adventure which because of the danger of being sussed I was always very nervous and excited. We called it "HF" from "habill? en fille." On one occasion Babs decided I had great legs and should wear her hot pants. Babs often wore hot pants when we went to a disco and being tall with long legs she looked great. She had a couple of different pairs and the ones she chose for me to wear had a bib attached at the front with straps clipped to the top which went over the shoulders and attached to the waistband at the back. These were bright purple. The ground rules were always the same. If either of us was unhappy with the look we didn't go out. So I started to get ready, I was quite confident about this now. Babs got a bra and knickers out of her drawer and tossed them at me. The Bra was a newly bought Gossard Wonder Bra which Babs had got for herself which made her look great. As with all her underwear she bought now she had bought a small pair of knickers for herself and a fuller pair for me. I put them on and the Wonder Bra made my small breasts look huge to me. Then because it was still cold outside she handed me a pair of black opaque tights which I put on. A plain white blouse was next and then the hot pants. These were easy to put on. I pulled them on zipped up the side zip. Babs flipped the straps over from the back and hooked them onto the bib. My breasts assisted by the Wonder Bra made the bib stick out in a satisfying way which pleased Babs immensely. The hot pants were very tight and when I looked in the mirror I had a bulge where a girl should not have a bulge. I had been here before. Now this could have been my way out. If I had called a halt here Babs would have agreed, she would never force me out if I was not happy with the look. However I was starting to really enjoy these little trips out, the excitement and danger made for the most intense sex when we got back. So I told her the story of the school show and how I could make my testicles disappear. She was fascinated. Musical A couple of years before at the age of 14 I was in a musical show at school. Miss Forbes the music teacher was trying to engage us in an interest in music. Classical music was leaving us cold. So trying to be "groovy" she wanted to put on a show with modern music. Miss Forbes was some sort of relation of Tim Rice and she managed to get permission from him for a 2 night run of a selection of songs from Jesus Christ Superstar and Joseph and his Technicolor Dream Coat. From being a frump Miss Forbes became our heroine. We got a good luck message signed by Tim Rice and Andrew Loydd Weber which was framed and hung in her class room for ever. I had an OK voice but not great so I was in the chorus. The costumes for the chorus were hired to keep the look the same, but the "Stars" just wore their most fashionable own clothes. As the chorus was made up of boys and girls the costume was bellbottom hipsters and very flowery shirts with Afro wigs. We were very happy with this, as the look was very fashionable. Miss Forbes went up in our estimation again. One of the stars was a slim slightly effeminate boy in my year called Terry Rose. He was usually the butt of jokes and a bit of bullying but he had a great voice and a very talented and graceful dancer and was one of Miss Forbes favourites. Then the problem was discovered. Miss Forbes had hired only one type of hipster and they were all girl hipsters with the zip at the back with a very flat front. To start with we boys thought we could just put them on backwards, but that was ridiculous the cut was all wrong. A couple of the boys threatened to quit but we were persuaded to at least try them on. They looked OK if it did feel a little strange to have the zip at the back and not at the front where the fly should be. They were tight, very tight around the hips and crutch. Although this was OK for the girls for the boys it meant we had a bulge at the top of the leg depending which side each of us "dressed." All the other boys were OK with this but for some reason I just didn't like it. I went home that evening quite upset. At home, I moped around trying to think of a way out of wearing these very tight hipsters. There was a pile of finished ironing in the kitchen and on top was some underwear. Most of it was my younger sister's knickers. The sight of them gave me an idea. I slipped a pair of the knickers into my pocket and went to my room. I tried the knickers on and they were tight as I had hoped and they did keep my testicles together and stopped them moving to one side. Then suddenly one of my testicles disappeared and then the other one. I pulled the knickers off immediately convinced I had done myself irreparable damage. To my relief as I took the knickers off my testicles descended out of my groin and reappeared. This was the answer, I put the knickers back on and with some experimenting I managed to get my testicles to disappear again inside me. I tucked my penis down into the knickers and that was it, a flat front. The next day I took the knickers with me and put them on just before the rehearsal. In the changing room I quickly put my hipsters on and zipped them up at the back. They looked great, flat and no bulges. What with the very tight hipsters and my tight knickers my testicles stayed where they were even when we were dancing and moving to the music. One of the girls who's solo was, "I don't know how to Love Him" came up to me after the rehearsal and staring hard at my crutch area said "don't you look lovely" sarcastically. I mumbled something and ran into the boys changing room. This did not put me off using my solution and I used it for the shows. That is how I found out I could make my testicles disappear. We rummaged through her drawers but nothing was suitable or tight enough. Then Babs snapped her fingers and went out of her room and into her mum's room. She came back into the room carrying a cardboard packet with Marks and Spencer on the front. Inside the packet was a brand new black panty girdle. I was worried Camille would notice her brand new underwear had been used. Babs said she would wash it and put it back. She knew her Mum had bought the panty girdle in a sale and had put it away to be used sometime in the future. So I had to virtually undress completely again. I struggled into the panty girdle. I performed my trick with my testicles and they disappeared. The panty girdle kept them in place and with my penis pushed down between my legs I was smooth at the front as Babs. Babs was enchanted, she smoothed the front of the panty girdle where my testicles should have been whispering "Oh my God Evie, Oh my God." I put my tights back on and the hot pants were next. The look was great, I turned round and bent over a bit I was afraid you would be able to see the panty girdle below the hot pants as it was low cut and the hot pants were quite high cut. Luckily you could not see the panty girdle through the opaque tights. Babs quickly did my hair I still could not do this myself. Make up was next. I now did this myself. A smudge of eye shadow, a little mascara, cream to cover beard line, lipstick, and I was done. Shoes next. Some time before Babs had found a pair of low healed black, size 8 pumps for in a sale in town during her lunch hour from the Deli. She had bought them as a present for me. Spending almost all her wages from the deli that week on them. These were on the rack with her other shoes. You never could tell they were mine and not hers. Size 8 shoes for women were quite rare. While I was getting ready for the second time Babs was getting ready herself. She playfully barged me out of the way as I was doing my makeup as she wanted the mirror to do her own. We were now both ready. Babs had put on her other pair of hot pants and she did look hot. Short jackets on, handbag on the shoulder and we were off. The usual bribe of a bag of chips for the boys would keep them from them telling their parents we had gone out. It wasn't dark but I was getting more confident every time we went out. Babs suggested a new test of my courage. This time we caught the bus into the next town. Babs did all the talking to the conductor as I self consciously looked out of the window. We went window shopping in town; most of the shops were closed or closing. I was completely relaxed now as we walked up and down the high street. Babs had something else up her sleeve. She said we should go for a drink in Whimpys. I wasn't sure as they were really brightly lit inside. Babs squeezed my arm and in we went. We sat in the window and Babs ordered two Cokes. The Cokes came and we whiled away half an hour watching the world go by and whispering and giggling comments to each other about the other customers and the people walking by. Then my confidence took a knock. Outside a group of friends from school walked past the cafe on the way to the pictures. One of the girls glanced in at us and waved, she started to walk towards the window, luckily her friends called her, she turned back and ran to catch them up waving at us again, Babs waved back but I just looked down at the table. From being relaxed I was now on edge. I suddenly could now feel the bra I was wearing, the smoothness of the tights and the controlling pressure of the girdle. I said I wanted to go, Babs nodded, and we got up and walked out. We were walking back down the street to the bus stop when a boy came running up behind us. I looked round and it was the waiter from Whimpys. He had my handbag in his hand. I had left it hanging on the back of the chair in my rush to get out. He handed me the handbag and said "there you go love you left this." He gave me a big smile and a wink and ran off. As usual Babs found this funny, laughing she put her arm in mine and we walked back to the bus stop. I was now worried we would see someone else we knew. I was in luck the bus ride back was uneventful. At the bus stop when we got off there were a few boys there waiting to get on that I recognised from two classes below us. They made some cheeky remarks about "nice legs," "great tits." Babs turned round and grinned at them, wiggled her hips provocatively, the boys wolf whistled back and jumped on the bus laughing. As the bus drove away they waved at us through the glass. We called at the chippy for the bribe for the boys. Before I knew it Babs had dragged me in with her. I stood there in the queue not knowing where to look. The woman who had talked to me before was there. She looked at the two of us and smiled. "You two out on the town tonight?" she asked. Babs said we were. The lady laughed and said "have a good time, you only young once, and as I told you before" she said turning to me "if you can't be good be careful." With that she picked up her order and walked out. Back at the house Babs as usual lured the boys into the kitchen and I went up stairs. I kicked my shoes dumped my jacket and handbag and lay on the bed. I must have dropped off because the next thing I knew I felt a rubbing down at my groin and I opened my eyes to Babs smiling at me. "Well Miss Magician let's see you make appear what you made disappear." I got up and took my hot pants off, Babs had beaten me to it and was naked on the bed. Off came the tights and I pointed at the bra but she shook her head. She now jumped up and came over to me. She started kissing me and rubbing the front of the panty girdle. God that fe