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Adam and Eve (The autobiography of a teenage Cross Dresser) This story is sexually explicit. Part 2 of To Thine Own Self Be True Milkman The next thing to happen was more concerning. One evening after particularly passionate love making session Babs said 'ooh what's that?' I looked down and there was a bead of watery white discharge coming out of one of my nipples. Babs wiped it away with a tissue and no more appeared. I squeezed both my breasts but nothing else happened. We discussed if I might have an infection. Babs took my temperature but everything was fine. We soon forgot about it. A couple days later at home I was getting undressed and there were two marks on my CV where my nipples were. I again squeezed my breasts and a tiny bead of discharge appeared on both breasts, now I was worried. As luck would have it I was seeing my specialist the next week for my six month check up of my Gynecomastia. The routine was that 2 week before my appointment I would go my local surgery to give a sample of urine and blood. These were sent away for testing and the results were sent to my specialist for my appointment. It was a long week's wait. Babs came with me to the specialist but was not allowed in with me for the appointment as she was not a relative. Prof Mary Jones was my specialist. I had known her for all the time I had Gynecomastia. I was part of a study she was doing and she had already written a couple of Papers about me and a few of her other patients. She was kind but very matter of fact which made it easier to talk about what could be embarrassing subjects. She read my notes and then asked me to strip to my underpants as she did every time. She examined my breasts, palpitated them and took measurements as usual and then inspected my nipples through a magnifying glass of all things! I told her about the discharge, she didn't say anything but made a note. Then unusually she asked me to drop my underpants and much to my embarrassment examined my penis and testicles. She allowed me to pull my pants back up and get dressed. Once dressed she asked some searching questions about my erections, 'did I get an erection in the morning? Can you achieve an erection easily? Have you ever experienced any difficulty getting an erection?' I mumbled the appropriate replies. She then asked for a sperm sample, things were getting more and more embarrassing. There was a toilet adjacent to the consulting room; I took the sample bottle in with me. Amazingly there were magazines in there to help with the process, old copies of Parade and Mayfair. Also there was a catalogue for some very high class lingerie. This did the trick for me, after the deed was done I took the sample jar back to the Prof and she put it in a plastic bag and thankfully put in a fridge out of sight. She said my oestrogen and progesterone count was up from last time and from her measurements my breasts had increased in size by 9% and my areola and nipples seemed to have got darker. She was almost positive the discharge was caused by Galactorrhea, (another long word to remember I thought) which was a spontaneous discharge of milk! She explained that males have fully functioning breasts with milk ducts etc which was news to me and mine had been switched on by the spike in hormone activity. She again offered me a course of testosterone hormone injections which she did every visit but again I declined. She was OK with this because she still thought there was every chance my hormones would come into balance and from my ability to get and maintain erections the Gynecomastia would stop in time and my breasts would disappear by themselves. The milk discharge was probably a passing phase but could be exacerbated ironically by the squeeze of the CV which I should only wear when absolutely necessary and over stimulation of the nipples. This last point was delivered with a slight smile on her face and peering at me over her glasses. The sperm sample would confirm if everything else was functioning as it should. If the fertility and quality of the sample was poor it would mean I would have to go on testosterone. She wrote me a prescription for a milk express pump and some washable pads that breast feeding women put in there bras. She went out and came back with a pump from the Prenatal department and explained how to use it, and then she got me to try it. Although I was glowing red with embarrassment it was a nice feeling and I got about a teaspoon out of each breast. She also warned the milk could be different colours and not to worry as it would reflect what I had eaten but its basic colour was watery white. She said expressing might lengthen the time I produced milk so use it sparingly, it was up to me to try and get a balance between using the pump and the pads. If I expressed the milk first thing in the morning and then slipped the pads on between my nipple and the CV that should take care of any embarrassing stains. On the train home Babs reaction was, 'So its milk, yummy! And it can be coloured, my goodness you are producing milkshakes!' I told her that my breasts had got bigger; she said she wasn't surprised as she had thought so for a while but wondered if it was wishful thinking on her part. She reckoned I was keeping pace with her as she new hers were still developing . When I told her that I had to be careful with the CV she said jokingly as far she was concerned I could throw the bloody thing away it would mean she could then get at the The Boys whenever she wanted to. She smirked when I told her she had been over stimulating my nipples. I told her about the sperm sample, 'You should have asked me in to help' she said 'you wouldn't have needed a dirty magazine if I had been there!' I got Babs to get the prescription for me as I was too embarrassed. Babs insisted we go home and try the pump. We did, but of course the results were disappointing for Babs as I had just used the pump at the specialists. I didn't tell my parents about the pump and pads, I just didn't want the hassle it would cause. Next morning at home I used the pump and got about a tablespoon out of each breast. I used the pads under my CV and everything was fine. At the weekend Babs wanted to see me use the pump so I waited and I did it in her bedroom. As usual I got about a tablespoon out of my left breast. Babs was curious to taste it, she dipped her finger in the pump reservoir and licked it, smiled and downed the rest. 'It does taste like milkshake' she said 'it's sweet!! Let me do the other one.' I handed her the pump, 'no' she said 'I want to suck it straight out.' So she tried suckling me, but got nowhere, nothing would come out. Then she put the whole of my nipple in her mouth including the areola and success! The sensation for me was really weird but extremely nice for all that. For Babs she got a small mouthful of warm sweet milk. She loved it!. Babs reckoned I produced a balanced meal, sperm for the savoury course and milk for the sweet course. Next she wanted to do an experiment; she wasn't convinced you could change the colour of the milk. So for 5 days for lunch I had Heinz Tomato soup. Low and behold pink milk. Babs was fascinated. The things I did to please her! I was her slave. Christening Babs was invited to a christening and could bring a friend so I was going as well. I would be going 'habill? en fille' on Babs insistence. I was very reluctant , we had had a blazing row about it, I refused to go and we got to very edge of breaking up. Babs stood firm and in the end I capitulated I was completely under her thrall I just could not contemplate not being with her. It was Babs pen pal Helen who had had the baby. Helen was 4 years older than us. Helen and her husband who was 7 years older than us lived up in the Lake District. So we would be travelling up the first thing Saturday morning, the christening was on the Saturday in the afternoon, we were staying over at Helens and we would drive back Sunday. Helens baby was born just the right side of 9 months after they were married to be respectable. This was the 1970's and having an illegitimate baby was still a scandal. On the Saturday I put on jeans, yellow and black tie dye tee shirt and tennis shoes with yellow laces and walked round to Babs, I was deliberately dressed as androgynous as possible, this was part of our transformation plan for me. We put two outfits on hangers and a small suitcase into Camille's Mini. The two outfits were explained away that Babs could not make up her mind and was going to choose when she got there. On the motorway when the car was running on the smooth tarmac I put my hair up into a ponytail and using the vanity mirror applied eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. About half way we stopped at a motorway Cafe and the next part of the plan was for us to go into the ladies toilets. This was my first time I had been in a Ladies toilet and I was really nervous. It was very busy and what struck me how much nicer it was than any men's toilets and more fragrant but much nosier, women and girls were chatting and laughing as they washed their hands and repaired make up and were even chatting and calling to the occupants of the cubicles. I found an empty cubicle, went in and locked the door and it was off with the CV and underpants on with a bra and control knickers, tee shirt and jeans back on, clip on earrings, bangle on the wrist and there I was 'habill? en fille' as Babs called it. Adam had gone into the toilet and Eve came out. The whole thing took less than ten minutes. My tee shirt now had a satisfying bulge underneath it and my jeans were smooth were there used to be a bulge. I rechecked my makeup and I was ready as I ever was going to be. We went into the cafe and Babs said 'you get the coffee and I will find us a seat' I was about to protest, but she gave me one of her glittery looks and said 'you have to practice darling'. I swallowed my words and went meekly to get the coffees. Since the subtle change in our relationship after my spanking, Babs had expected me to act more and more on my own when 'HF'. My main worry was still my voice, but by talking softly I seemed to get by and she was right I had to practice as I wasn't going to get by this weekend without speaking. On the drive up Babs explained about Helen. Babs last school had a agreement since the war with Helens old school to exchange pen friends to improve the letter writing of the girls. A mini sort of cultural exchange. Helen first pen friend had been killed in a car crash so Babs took over, hence the age difference. This had proved invaluable to Babs as Helen acted as a big sister and guided her via letters and later on the phone through the start of her periods and all the rest of puberty. Babs had spent a portion of her summer holidays every year up with Helen at her home in the Lake District. They shared the most intimate things. 'There is only you who know more about me than Helen in the whole world' Babs stated. We arrived at Helens about midday. We sat in the car for a good ten minutes before I had enough courage to open the car door. However I need not have worried, I got a welcome kiss on the cheek from Helen and her husband Patrick. Patrick worked for a company called DeLaval and sold milking and refrigeration equipment throughout the Lake District. This was the first time a man had kissed me since I stopped my dad kissing me good night at the age of 8. Patrick helped us in with our luggage up to the guest room which had a double bed in it. We then had to see the star of the show, 3 month old Rachel. I took my cue from Babs on how to fuss and coo over the baby but it didn't come natural because despite all outward appearances I was still a boy. Babs whispered to me 'we are going to have one of these after I have built my first bridge'. I ended up holding the baby and then she started to nuzzle my breast, Helen laughed at that and said she must be hungry and took Rachel from me, opened her blouse and let the baby suckle. I was mortified and did not know where to look. Babs glared at me, and with small movements of her hand gave me the 'calm down' sign. After lunch we went up to get ready. I could have worn either outfit but under the new regime Babs chose which I was going to wear. It was a rose pink pencil skirt to just above the knee with a matching pink blouse and a Bolero. This was not very fashionable but was very chic. Just the sort of thing that was worn at weddings and christenings. After a shower I put on a flesh coloured padded bra and a matching pair of full knickers along with a pink camisole, which was to preserve my modesty because as with most of Babs blouses it was quite sheer. I next pulled on Camille's Rago open bottomed girdle. The first time I had worn this I had been drunk on cider and I had worn it once or twice since to help with my deportment . No control knickers with this outfit as the skirt was tight and Babs didn't want the line of the skirt spoilt. The girdle would give me a very smooth profile and any sign of my manhood would be hidden behind the front panel of the girdle which reached about half way down my thighs and was like a very tight mini skirt made out of rubber and elastic with the added benefit it controlled my walk along with the pencil skirt. We had found out before I had to wear stockings with this girdle as the tug of the stockings helped to keep the girdle in place. As it was a special occasion Babs and acquired from Camille's drawer stockings with seams and fully fashion heels. I sat down in my underwear and did my makeup, this again was now expected by Babs. The door opened and Helen came in, to borrow some concealer. Blushing I fumbled around in the makeup bag and found some for her. Waving her thanks she disappeared. Babs had showered and was lying on the bed in bra and knickers reading a magazine waiting for me to finish so she could do my hair. Once I had done my makeup, I got the approval from Babs and so she started. I was in for a surprise; she pulled from the makeup bag a pair of tweezers, and commenced to pluck my eyebrows. In the old days I wouldn't have allowed it. I did make a little squeak of protest, but Babs stood back to admire her handy work making sure that both my eyebrows were symmetrical and slightly raised her own; this was enough for me to keep quiet. I was left with very thin eyebrows with a slight arch which made my eyes look enormous. Next was the hair. As this was a formal occasion, I was going to have my hair in a ballet bun. My hair was combed into a ponytail and Babs started her magic, a few winds of my hair later and loads of hair grips, a good spray of Harmony and it was done. Once she had finished it took a little time to get used to the strange thing at the back of my head. It was very neat, very classy and was perfect for my outfit. 'You look lovely my darling, I will have teach you to put your hair up yourself, I could when I was half your age' Babs commented. I perched on the edge of the bed while Babs got ready. A little while later there was a knock on the door and Patrick was outside giving us a five minute warning. So it was on with the blouse and then the skirt, I didn't need an underskirt as the skirt was fully lined with a silky, slippery material to help it fall properly. I was so used to wearing Babs full circle skirts with their soft pleats hiding what was between my legs, this tight fitting skirt was whole new and scary experience. Babs reached up the skirt to pull my blouse down then zipped me up at the back. I shrugged on the bolero put on pink ballet pumps with a thick 1 inch heel and I was ready. Babs got herself ready; she was wearing a very smart pale green suit with a white shear blouse. She had a white camisole top under the blouse like me and for the same reason. The skirt of the suit was breathtakingly short which was why she was wearing tights. Even with fairly low heels on her legs went all the way up to heaven. The last thing we both put on was on were little white lace gloves. Well we were going to church. Helen had told Babs before we didn't need to bring a hat. Babs grabbed both my hands and looked me in the eyes, 'you look perfect' she said, 'you won't let yourself down and you won't let me down, remember I love you! I took a deep breath and nodded. Babs then produced a little box, when I opened it inside there was a crucifix on a very fine chain all made from 18 karat pink gold. I turned round and Babs put it on for me. It rested just below the hollow in my neck and looked beautiful and very feminine. I was overwhelmed, 'don't you dare cry' Babs ordered, 'you will make your mascara run!' I hardly ever took it off from then on and then only temporarily to wear another necklace, it became part of me. We grabbed our handbags and proceeded down stairs. Babs drove to the church. Getting in and out of the mini was a performance. Knees together lower myself into the car seat and swing round knees still together. The reverse was needed at the church. Luckily Patrick was there to help us both out. He opened my door first and gave me his hand, so it was knees together swing the legs round so they were outside the car place shoes on the ground and with a gentle pull from Patrick I was out of the car and on my feet in quite a ladylike way. Patrick then ran round to help Babs out, she had to be particularly careful in her short skirt to keep her knees together or Patrick would get an eyeful! Babs managed it with aplomb, Patrick was probably disappointed. The ceremony was lovely. The godparents stood around the font with candles to make their promises. Rachel was very well behaved, no crying as she was anointed. Babs held my hand throughout the service which for some reason I found very moving. Various people took photo's after and I have one showing Babs and me with Babs holding Rachel. The inscription on the back reads 'Three beautiful girls! Love Helen', it still makes me cry. The party was at the house, so everyone headed there after the service. Back at the house after an eager Patrick helped us out of the car, we went up to our room to repair makeup get rid of hand bags, gloves and Babs wanted to change her shoes. There was a quick knock on the door and Helen came in. 'Sorry girls' she said 'the bathroom is occupied and Patrick is demonstrating his new putter to his mates in our bedroom and I really need to do this!' With that she unzipped her dress, shrugged it off and let it pool around her on the floor. Stepping out of her dress she proceeded to peal of a high waisted panty girdle which reached up to just under her bra. From her handbag she took out a pair knickers and put them on. Rubbing her stomach she said 'God! that's better, I haven't quite recovered my figure since the birth and I didn't want to look fat for the photos'. Then massaging her breasts she joked, 'Girls, when you have kids, don't breast feed, cracked nipples and boobs full to burst with milk are not to be recommended!' She went to a drawer in a tall boy and got an express pump out. I looked at Babs she held up her hand up in a sign of don't worry and then put one finger to her lips to keep quiet. Helen lowered the front of her nursing bra and expressed milk from both breasts. I was agog at how much came out. My tablespoon or so from each breast was as nothing compared to the at least quarter a pint that Helen produced. She renewed her bra pads and then stepped back in to the pool of her dress lifted it up and zipped it back on. She then picked up the discarded panty girdle and put it in a Alibaba basket in the corner of the room and took the milk with her to put in the fridge. Babs and I did not say a word during the whole incident. Babs shrugged and said 'well we've seen all that before and that's how it's done properly!' I stuck close to Babs during the party. I still wasn't confident of my voice and a couple of Patrick's friends obviously fancied their chances with us. Babs kept them at bay with cheeky and funny remarks in answer to their advances. They moved on when they realised there was no chance. Babs, said 'don't worry love I won't let them get inside our knickers.' Babs went to the loo and came back down stairs with Helen who gone up to check on Rachel. At the bottom of the stairs they stood talking, Babs said something to Helen and then Helen stared across at me did a classic double take and then gave me a little wave. She then stared at Babs and put her hand to her mouth in a sign of horror and then put her head in her hands in a sign of embarrassment and shame. You didn't need to be Kojak to see that Babs had told Helen about me. It was now my turn to go very red with embarrassment. I wanted to run away and hide and tear all these clothes off. Helen recovered her composure and moved off to mingle with her guests. Babs came straight over to me holding my frightened stare with her own sparkling eyes. She got hold of both my hands and squeezed them, 'you mustn't worry, Helen would never tell, I trust her completely; next to you she is my best friend.' Placated I calmed down a little and we moved off to get some food from the buffet. I had no appetite and at the first chance I got I went up to our room. I sat on the bed trying to stay calm. There was a light tap on the door and Helen came in. I looked up at her miserably as I had started to cry. 'Oh don't cry Eve or is it Adam?' she said 'everything is fine. Babs told me she has found the love of her life and I am very happy for her, you look amazing, I would never have known. It's me who should be embarrassed and I am with that performance before with the girdle and oh my god! I forgot I expressed milk as well!' At this point the door flew open and Babs rushed in. 'what's up?' she asked. Helen told her 'everything is fine; I was just saying to Eve how lucky you are to have her err him and apologising for my behaviour!' Babs looked at me and said 'I am so sorry it just came out, Helen asked why I hadn't brought my boy friend and I said I had!' I sniffed a bit and said 'that OK'. Then the three of us did a round of girly hugging each other. Babs and Helen between them worked on my tear smudged make up. When I passed inspection by both of them, Helen said 'OK lets go girls and give them hell!, and chin up Eve you now an official member of the Sisterhood!' The rest of the party was great, there was something uplifting in having someone else who knew our secret, or some of it anyway. Next day after breakfast we travelled back, stopping at the same cafe to do the quick change. When I got home mum gave me an odd look which I realised, was because of my plucked eyebrows and my necklace but said nothing. Mum was resigned to but did not like the fashion for androgyny. She always tut-tutted and shook her head when Marc Bolan or David Bowie came on the TV. She would forgive me most things because I was going out with a girl. Today she would be called homophobic but this was the 70's and we were still laughing at Alf Garnet! A Double Date Hazel and Terry were an item now. Terry was transformed, he had Hazel for protection. He seemed happy and although he still acted camp, and was the class joker and imitator he didn't act so eager to please everyone anymore, he had confidence in himself. Hazel's personality was like her breasts, big but it certainly wasn't soft and squishy like them. No one messed with Hazel or what was hers. The only person to comment on my plucked eyebrows and necklace was Hazel. Passing me in the corridor at school she said 'Love the new look Adam!' I now have to confess I stood by in the past and watched Terry's bullying when we were both younger and did nothing. Terry was even younger than me being an August baby. Although it had never effected me Terry struggled a little academically and although physically we both were behind a lot of our class mates it was him not me that was sometimes bullied in the past. He went to ballet and modern dance classes for which he was mercilessly teased and was an active member of an Am Dram group. I could see he was just a gentle person, arty, funny and really nice. Babs said to me 'we are going for an evening out with Hazel and Terry.' 'Fine' I said. 'So we need to decide what you are going to wear' she said, 'I thought the mini kilt'. I was shocked, 'do you mean you want me HF, do they know?' 'Well of course Hazel does and I am sure Terry does as well' said Babs. She then looked at me curiously, 'Eve' she said 'You must know Hazel has suspected since our party, she thought it was great fun and could not believe her luck in getting Terry another like you'. 'You mean he dresses like me; I thought you were joking at our party?' I said. 'Oh Eve don't be so dense of course he dresses like you, Hazel could see he liked it and has encouraged it and his mum even approves!' Babs exclaimed. Now that was a shocker. 'Terry's mum approves?' I asked. 'Yep, I'll let him tell his own story when we meet' said Babs. If we were going to meet and I had a choice in what I could wear, it would be to be our red and black Tartan mini kilt with a red skinny rib polo neck sweater. I loved this outfit. It accentuated my best bits, my legs and my real breasts which at the moment were still small but not quite as small as they used to be and the right bra helped what nature had not provided. So where were we going to meet? There was no contest, McDonalds had just come to England and was the fashionable place for teenagers to meet. We decided not to go to the nearest one but the one in the next town, so there was less chance of the four of us meeting class mates. The first time I met Hazel at school after Babs had dropped the bombshell of this meet up, I didn't know how it was going to go but she was great she said to me 'Babs is my best friend so that makes you my best friend as well, you're safe with me.' In the days leading up to the meet up every time we met Hazel gently teased me by giving me a countdown of how long it was to go until our double date as she called it. I could not look at Terry, luckily due the difference in our curriculums, we only passed in the corridor and I always looked down at the floor, I was extremely embarrassed and really wished I could chicken out, but Babs and Hazel would have none of it. On the evening of the meet up I went round to Babs, her parents and the boys were already out, they had gone to the pictures. I put a black unpadded underwired bra on as I didn't want to look too big, so I was my natural size A, then black control knickers and black sheer tights. The kilt was a kilt and not a tartan skirt, it was just short. If I was going cross dressed I wanted both my female like features on show that was my breasts and legs. It had two short leather straps and buckles at the waist on the left hip to fasten the kilt and then a kilt pin at the hem to hold the wrap over closed. It was flat fronted but pleated at the back, making it a bit flippy but I was used to it and if I did lose control of the hem the black knickers and tights meant it would not be too revealing. I pulled on the red skinny rib polo neck sweater, noticed there was no hint of nipple through the sweater which is what I wanted, and with black ballet pumps and after makeup and putting my hair up in a sort of messy bun I was happy, well sort off. As we walked to the train station I was getting more nervous. On approaching the station we passed 'our' alleyway, always known by us from now on as 'escort alley', we had a giggle as we passed and that settled me a bit. We caught the train for the two stops into the next town. We got to McDonalds first and found a table in the restaurant part at the back away from the window. I was sick with nerves, I could not imagine eating. They arrived. What a shock. Hazel walked in hand in hand with what looked like a thirteen of fourteen year old girl. I thought fleetingly she had brought a younger sister. It was Terry. Now Babs, Hazel, and I looked like 17 year olds. Although the midi and maxi skirt were the fashion with women most teenagers still clung to the mini skirt, and the three of us were dressed this way. Terry was wearing a green sweater and a matching green skirt that fell to the knees, green flat shoes and his hair had the ends turned under into a bob. Believe it or not I was suddenly quite relaxed. I had just sorted out in my mind that the last time they had seen me HF I was dressed as some sort of fantasy schoolgirl and here I was in a much more conventional outfit that I was comfortable in. After the 'hello's', Babs said to the other two 'this is Eve'. Hazel, declared she loved my 'other' name and had forgotten what great legs I had and liked what I had done to my hair. Hazel wanted to know why 'Eve' so I had to explain that my first name was Evelyn and Adam was my second name. 'I am going to call you Eve from now on as well when your dressed like this' Hazel stated. This seemed to assume that this was not a one off meeting which concerned me. Terry and I didn't speak. We eyed each other up and down but said nothing. Terry and I were told to sit down while Babs and Hazel went to get the burgers and chips. Terry opened the stilted conversation. Terry - You look nice, me - er thanks so do you, Terry - I wish I could wear clothes like that, me - mm why don't you?, Terry - I've tried but Hazel reckons they look silly on me, me - Oh, Terry - Hazel says this sort of thing suits me best. Me - um I see. Terry - So you call yourself Eve when your dressed like that. Me - Well Babs started it and its sort of stuck. All this time I was looking everywhere except at Terry, and he was looking at me nervously. There was now a long embarrassed silence. In the end it was broken by Babs and Hazel coming back with trays of burgers, chips and coke chatting away and laughing as only to girls who are best friends can. As we tucked into the burgers conversation started to flow more freely with talk about school, pop groups and movies. My mind went back to that end of summer party so long ago where for a while I had forgotten I was wearing that dress. At some point Hazel said 'Terry why don't you tell these two about when you were small'. Terry's Story Terry had an older sister whom he had never met because she had died before he was born. She died at the age of 2 from infantile leukaemia. The death of this little daughter obviously affected both parents, but especially the mother. Terry's mum (mummy as Terry called her) didn't want to have any more kids and refused to have sex much to frustration of Terry's dad. It came to a head when one night he forced himself on his wife (there was no such thing as rape in marriage in those days). After this their relationship deteriorated to the extent that one day he just walked out and had never been seen since. Within weeks of this Terry's mummy found she was pregnant. As the pregnancy progressed she began to convince herself that fate had decided to give her daughter back. During the pregnancy Terry's grandmother (Nanny as Terry called her) came to live with her daughter and stayed until she died only a couple of years ago. Terry was born and taken home to be looked after by mummy and nanny. Mummy did not seem to react that Terry was a boy not a girl. She dressed Terry in the clothes left by the daughter as she had never brought herself to throw them out. Nanny went along with it for some time but in the end insisted she dress Terry as a baby boy as people were starting to notice. All this Nanny told Terry just before she died. At school he was always small for his age. He wasn't bullied at primary school, but in the last couple of years of junior school it started. It was during this time he discovered his love of dancing. He would dance at home to Top of the Pops when 'Pam's People' came on which his mother encouraged and clapped and cheered when he danced. Mummy took him to dance classes to see if he would enjoy it. He did. Even though he was the only boy once he got over the initial embarrassment, he was lost in the dancing and didn't really notice the other girls. After a year he joined the ballet class in the hope it would build him up like a professional ballet dancer. It didn't, but he loved the ballet. he wore a vest and shorts to the ballet class but at home a barre was set up in his room for practicing and exercising and Mummy insisted he wore a leotard and tights when using the bar. Terry also joined the local Amateur Dramatic Society in the hope of finding friends there which he didn't have at school. He helped with the productions but also got small parts as well. Under active encouragement from Mummy his big break was to be the female lead in 'The secret Garden'. This was because there were no girls about his age in the society. Those that had done it the past had now matured to where it looked ridiculous if they played the part. The other two boys who were members refused out right to contemplate taking the part. Nanny was still alive at this time and behind the scenes was trying to control Mummy from going to over the top in dressing him for the part. He thoroughly enjoyed the acting experience and looked on the girls clothes as just a costume. Part of the costume he described were a pair of Victorian pantalettes which reached to his calves and had pink lace all round the hem of the legs, and showed below the lacy Victorian dress which reached to his knees. He described it so well that it set all of us off giggling. When he joined secondary school the bullying got worse, and he took refuge in his dancing and acting. He then hit on the idea of exploiting his talents and started to become the class comic and mimic, and accentuating his slightly effeminate camp style soon had him popular in the class especially with the girls, although it didn't lead to any girl friends. Our St Trinians party was a turning point for him. His mother had gone all out to get the outfit and he had to admit to enjoying dressing up as he did. At this point Hazel came into his life and took control. Hazel had encouraged his dressing up and Terry although he did it for Hazel had begun to like it and really enjoyed getting into character. Terry had tried with Hazels help along with some input from mummy to dress as his age, but it didn't work, he just looked like a 14 year old trying to dress older, so it had been decided that he would dress as a 14 year old. He had been out with Hazel a few times dressed up and had no problems, people often thought they were older and younger sister. At home mummy was happy when he was dressed up but didn't force it. Terry felt it was a character he was acting and tried to get it a perfect as possible. All through his tale Hazel was nodding encouragement and would interject now again to remind him of this and that if he forgot some point. Babs smiled at him when he had finished and said 'that's amazing Terry'. I said nothing but just nodded, and then up to the split second before it happened I had no idea I was going to do it, but I started to explain about my gynecomastia. Babs look startled and stared at me wide eyed, then smiled encouragingly. After I had finished explaining my condition, Hazel looked amazed and reached across and looked as if she was about to touch my breasts pulled her hand back when she realised what she was about to do. 'Adam er I mean Eve is that really all you?' she asked, 'um yes' I replied looking down at my breasts only to notice that the excitement and adrenalin of the whole evening had made my nipples erect! 'Oh how great!' she exclaimed. Terry just looked dumbfounded. The rest of the evening went well, Terry and I hardly spoke directly to each other but the conversation flowed in a relaxed manner. When we parted outside McDonalds, Babs hugged Hazel and Terry and Hazel hugged me but Terry and I did not hug! At school the next day Terry and I talked as normal but not about the last evening. We started going out as a foursome sometimes but Terry and I never acknowledged our meetings ever happened when at school. Terry's look was a problem as he looked so young it restricted where we could go, three of us looked anything between 17 and 21 and Terry looked 13 or 14. Now I kept everything separate, at school and at home I dressed as a boy no knickers on under my jeans or anything like that. It was all or nothing. My HF usually started in Babs bedroom, I suppose like Terry I acted two parts. Normal teenage boy and teenage girl and never the twain would mix. It used to effect how I enjoyed clothes shopping. If I was with Babs dressed normally, clothes shopping could be a bit of a chore, however if I was HF shopping was good fun and I looked forward it. The only HF thing I did at home was practice different hair styles in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I had a sponge bag full of hair pins, clips and bands etc and I would practice for hours putting my hair up in different styles. In the end I could put my hair up in any sort of bun, plait it and do any sort of ponytail by myself with my eyes closed, just by feel. Babs was very pleased with this, and often let me choose my own style when I went HF. Shoes! In the town where Babs and I worked a new shop opened. It was called 'Long Tall Sally'. This was a small chain of shops which specialised in clothes for women over 5 feet 8 inches tall. It was not the clothes that attracted our attention but the fact they sold shoes up to at least a size 9. This meant I could get shoes to fit my size 8 feet. They cost about 50% more than normal girls shoes but over time with some saving up we could afford to get me a couple of pairs. Being such a large investment I would have to try them on, which meant going shopping for them HF. The biggest risk was seeing someone from school. Also I had to practice a little walking in higher heels. Babs had been taught by her mother, and French women know how to walk in heels. The basics were keep upright don't stoop forward, Walk heel to toe and imagine a line a foot wide which you have to walk in. To make your walk sexier you narrow the width of the line until you are walking on a pencil line and for the full model walk you cross the line so you left foot goes down on the right side of the line and your right on the left and you end up walking like Marilyn Munroe. Going down stairs, hold the hand rail and place your shoe flat on the stair one stair at a time, going up stairs the weight is on the ball of the foot it doesn't even matter if the heel touches the step. To be honest I was used to walking in shoes with some heel. All fashionable shoes we wore whether you were a boy or girl had some platform and heel. Most of mine had about a half inch platform and about a one inch heel. The shoes I fancied had about a two inch heel, and the heel was a little narrower and shaped compared to the blocky heels on my shoes. Being prospective engineers it didn't take long for us to fashion some temporary one inch heel extensions for my shoes. I practiced getting up and sitting down without looking awkward or showing my knickers. I also practiced getting up and going to the mirror to look at the shoes on as you do in the shoe shop, everything was practiced until I felt comfortable. Saturday late night shopping had started, and this was an opportunity for us to go shoe shopping. Babs took my clothes to work with her and volunteered to do the 'wipe down' at the end of the day. This was something that was done every day at the Deli; someone stayed behind wiped the counters down and put some of the display food away in the big walk in fridges at the back, and then closed up. I finished work as usual then went round to the Deli where Babs let me in. I quickly got changed and we were off shoe shopping. I wore the longest skirt that Babs possessed, it came to just above my knees. For although the assistant would be a woman I still didn't want to risk flashing my knickers at her as she sat before me helping me with try shoes on. What fun we had, I never usually enjoyed shoe shopping but buying my first pair of girl's shoes was great. The assistant in the shop was really helpful and I tried on many pairs and settled with a dark maroon pair, round toed but quite strappy. Nothing would have it but that I kept them on, we walked back to the Deli and I changed back and with some regret took the shoes off. Babs took my clothes back home with her including my new shoes which she put amongst her own. My discipline explained We had started frequenting a certain pub once a week where we met with friends. The landlord turned a bit of blind eye as most of us were still seventeen with a smattering of some that had turned eighteen. None of us were hard drinkers for one thing we couldn't afford it. We all having a good time and there was plenty of banter, and comments started to be made about the superiority of boys over girls. The girls were giving as good as they got but some of the comments from the boys got a little out of hand, and it has to be said I contributed to this. Anyway it all calmed down and we all left as friends. Walking home with Babs she seemed a little quiet. When we got to her room I could see by the glitter in her eyes she was furious. Babs was a feminist, not the burning bra type but she just could not see the logic of the way women were sometimes treated. She revelled in her femininity and liked pretty and girly things but she didn't understand why that meant she should not be taken seriously. Although her favourite toys when younger were Lego and Meccano she still had her lucky mascots Andy Pandy, Teddy and Looby Lou which sat on her bed during the day. Anyway I had badly upset her and she let me know it. I firstly got a verbal lashing and then sitting on her dressing stool she made me strip and lay across her lap. She entwined her legs around my outside leg trapping me and putting her free hand on the back of my neck gave me twenty strokes of the hairbrush as hard as she could administer. That evening with the humiliation of being bent over her knee I had any sexism I harboured literally beaten out of me. She got a rough towel which she put on the bed, and although we kissed and made up and I apologised profusely she insisted we had sex with her on top and me underneath with my very, very sore bottom being ground into the rough towel as she thrust down on me. The punishment and then the sex act reinforced who was dominant and who was submissive in our relationship. My mind went back to the final time my mother had spanked me and it seemed history was reinforcing and repeating itself. As we lay together on the bed Babs said to me ' I think it's time we got some things straight.' Babs got up from the bed and took a book down off a shelf. 'This is your homework' she said, handing me a small leather bound book entitled 'Gynecocracy: A Narrative of the Adventures and Psychological Experiences of Julian Robinson' With that I got dressed and went home. Over the next two or three nights I read it from cover to cover. What I read intrigued, excited, and in some ways frightened me. Although Babs was not cruel or vindictive and was very loving it did give me an insight on why she treated me as she did and where a lot of her ideas came from. Babs was a High Priestess to her Goddess Mademoiselle de Chambonnard. She had read it several times and although fictional Victorian porn, in its way it changed her and me forever. Young Farmers Ball Babs and I got an invite from Helen to a Young Farmers Ball. Babs accepted on our behalf. This was a black tie event so women in their 20's and above would be wearing long evening dresses but as teenagers we would be allowed to wear something shorter, a cocktail dress. The other thing was that there were going to be boys. You needed to be simple not to realise that there would be plenty of boys at this ball looking to pick up girls. Now I was 100% heterosexual, even when dressed as a girl I still fancied girls, this was going to take some managing. I couldn't go as a boy because although Helen knew all about me, Patrick did not but would soon rumble me if I turned up dressed in normal clothes, my female self didn't look that different and he would soon realise we were one and the same. So Eve would have to go not Adam. Cocktail dresses weren't normal for a teenage girl's wardrobe. Camille decided that Babs was now old enough to have her first formal dress. Babs and Camille went shopping and came back with a lovely dusky pink empire line dress which was quite full and short and very swingy. But what about me? We couldn't borrow one of Camille's as she was bound to notice and the designs weren't really for a teenage girl. We certainly could not afford to buy me one, so what to do? In Babs wardrobe was a bridesmaid's dress she had had from just before we met when she was a bridesmaid at a family wedding. It was long princess line dress in dusky pink lace with puffy capped sleeves. I tried it on and it fit quite well, however what to do about the length and the sleeves? Babs would be a great engineer but she was no seamstress. The answer came in the form of Hazels mum. She was a seamstress. For pin money she did alterations for a local dry cleaning shop that offered repairs and alterations. When Babs told me this I didn't get the significance of it. In my stupidity I thought we would just mark the dress where we wanted it cut and hand it over to Hazels mum. No such luck, I was going to have to wear it round at Hazel's so her mum could do it properly. We had one of our worst arguments about this, we shouted at each other for a good ten minutes and ended up with me having ten strokes with the hair brush to remind me that Babs was a devotee of Mademoiselle de Chambonnard and her methods. I went home with a bottom glowing like a Belisha Beacon from the Mason Pearson and we were still going to Hazels. So the next Saturday evening after work I went round to the deli where Babs let me in and I changed into skirt and top while Babs wiped down in the shop. Standing outside Hazel's carrying the dress in a garment bag I was sick with nerves, Babs squeezed my hand as she rang the door bell. Hazel came to the door smiling, winked at me and said in a loud voice 'hello Eve' and we trooped in. Hazels mum was in a back room which was her sewing room. Hazels mum knew Babs very well and I was introduced as a new friend Eve. I looked round nervously but to my relief Terry wasn't there. This was the major concession I had got out of Babs that I didn't want Terry there when I went for my fitting; it would have been too embarrassing. Hazels mum asked me to put the dress on; she had a Chinese screen in one corner behind which I got changed with the help of Babs. I then had to step onto a low stool which had a turntable on it. Hazels mum could then slowly spin me round so she could look at the dress from all angles. The discussion about a major reconstruction of the dress started with me hardly saying anything just nodding and agreeing now and again. I was just a manikin, I was spun round left and right as Babs, Hazel and her mother sorted out hemlines, necklines and skirt inserts and what types of shoulder straps. There had been a suggestion from Hazel it should be strapless as she reckoned I had enough 'up top' to keep it up, she said this with a mischievous smile, and then there was a discussion about strapless bras or a corset. I put my foot down here the dress was going to have straps, the thought of relying on the fit of the dress and my bust to keep the dress up was much too scary! The neckline was going to be lowered a little and squared off. When discussing the neckline Hazels mum asked me to put my hair up. Without thinking I used an elastic band and hair grips that Babs handed me and quickly put it up in a bun. Hazel who was standing behind her mum stared at me as I did it then grinned and gave me the thumbs up at my proficiency. The redesign was finished. The dress would be cut above the knee; the waste material would be used to make godets to make the skirt fuller, and would also be used to make spaghetti straps to replace the cap sleeves which would be removed. The neck line would be lowered a little and there was another embarrassing discussion about if I needed to wear a strapless padded bra. After the fitting we went up to Hazels room for a while, and chatted about school and things, Babs asked about Terry, Hazel said he was great and was her little 'poppet'. She went down stairs to make sure the coast was clear, I meanwhile quickly got changed back into normal clothes, and when given the all clear from Hazel we just shouted our goodbyes from the hall way and went out. As usual Babs was right the whole thing had been quite enjoyable and hadn't been worth getting six of the best for it although I did enjoy the afterglow! Hazel told me the next day that her mum suspected nothing and thought I was a pretty, polite and shy. She also loved my name, one of her best friends at school had been called Eve. Next Saturday we went through the same routine for my fitting. This time I was looking forward to it, the dress was transformed and fitted great although a bit short, the skirt was now fuller and had two layers of matching pink net petticoats to make it keep its shape. We had bought a strapless padded bra with us, I tried it on with the dress and it was decided by committee that I should wear it as the bodice of the dress was a better fit with it on. Hazel whispered in my ear 'crumbs it is all you! You will be as big as me if you keep going!' I thanked Hazels mum and paid her the two pounds which is all she would take. Back in Babs bedroom she tried the dress on and it fitted her as well, so what a bargain, a classy, sassy, sexy dress for the two of us for the price two pounds! Next weekend saw us retracing our steps and travelling up the motorway to Helen's. We stopped at the usual cafe and I slipped into the ladies and got changed. I went in wearing jeans and a tee shirt and came out wearing the same top but with breasts, denim skirt, lipstick, little purple chiffon neck scarf and an asymmetric ponytail over my right shoulder. We stopped for a coke which I went to get no problem and then we were off again. I hadn't told my parents I was going to a ball otherwise I would have had to hire a dinner suit which would not have been used. Babs had got both dresses in one garment bag. Her case was much larger than mine as it had clothes, shoes and lingerie for both of us. We had bought a pair of strappy white shoes from Long Tall Sally for me so these were my second pair. I was wearing tennis shoes with my denim skirt but I had even gone to the trouble of re lacing them with pink laces. Helen came to the door to let us in, gave us both a peck on the cheek and we followed her into the lounge. Rachel was in a high chair and looked solemnly at us. Helen said she was about to give her a bottle. She plucked Rachel out of the high chair and gave her to me. She then bustled into the kitchen and got a bottle which she gave to me and I was instructed to feed her. I sat down with Rachel in the crook of my arm and I started to feed her. Helen said 'well Eve you will be glad to know I have stopped breast feeding now so hopefully no more embarrassing incidences for the both of us' she said laughing. After lunch Helen, said she was going to have a nap and we were sent out with Rachel in a pushchair to go for a walk for an hour or so. We stayed out for a couple of hours and did the classic feeding the ducks at the local park. We had a great time, I thoroughly enjoyed walking around in the daylight HF, confident with my look and relaxed we would not meet anyone we knew. I started to think I am really enjoying this; I am not just doing it to please Babs. I liked the way I looked, I liked the clothes I wore and I liked the way other people treated me when I was HF..... it was like a revelation. It had been creeping over me but I was now fully conscious of it, I Loved dressing as a girl. I was beginning to realise that gender was a continuum with the most butch guy at one end of the continuum and the most girly girl at the other. I was on the male side of this continuum but that my hormones where at least temporarily pulling me towards the centre point and that I was lucky to have Babs who enjoyed and revelled in this journey. When we got back Helen was up, she made a bottle for Rachel which Babs gave her and a cup of tea for us. Rachel was put down for a nap and we sat in the lounge chatting and catching up as well as discussing the upcoming evening. Helen asked how we were going to cope with the boys; she assumed I didn't want to be picked up by one of these single farmers. I assured her in the strongest terms that I did not. She said she had wondered if it had been appropriate to invite us, but Patrick had got a 'table' as a lot of the farmers were his customers and he had suggested it thinking he was doing two pretty girls a favour taking them to a ball where there were many eligible young farmers. We had a full and frank discussion about how we were going to cope. This was the 70's, Babs and I going as a lesbian couple was not even thought about, it never entered our minds in those days. Maybe because I was enjoying myself I was a bit more relaxed about it, both Babs and Helen told me to expect to get my bottom and breasts touched as well as being kissed, it was just what a girl had to put up with in those days. Helen and Babs said they would do their best to keep an eye on me and rescue me from any situation I was not happy with, and of course there was Patrick to help if things got to out of hand. Patrick came home at five thirty with his mother who was going to baby sit her granddaughter. So it was time to get ready. Babs and I went up to the room we used last time and took turns to have a shower. As last time we sat around in our undies and tights until it was nearly time to go. This time I got ready independently even putting my hair up in a French Twist with no help from Babs except for doing up my chocker for which I had matching clip on earrings and a bracelet. Again as last time Helen came in, but this it was to get her evening dress from the wardrobe, 'don't worry girls there will be no performance like last time' she joked as she got the dress out of the wardrobe, however she was only dressed in a bra and a waist slip. It was ironic that it was me this time that used a breast pump, this was just a precaution as I had just about dried up as the specialist had predicted. About half an hour later there was a shout from the bottom of the stairs, from Patrick 'Ladies your carriage awaits!' So it was on with the dress, my small cleavage due to the help of the padded bra was most satisfying, touch up the makeup, on with my new white strappy shoes, squirt of perfume, pick up my clutch bag and I was ready to party! Babs and I buddy checked each other, no skirts tucked in knickers etc, quick peck on the cheek and we clomped down stairs. Patrick gallantly helped us on with our coats and we went out and got into the black taxi that was waiting. We three girls sat on the back seat, me in the middle with my skirt spread over the knees of the other two each side of me so it didn't crease. Helen had long evening gown on which was close fitting to show off she had got her figure back and her enlarged breasts from motherhood did justice to the neckline of the dress. The skirt of Babs dress was less full than mine but was shorter if that was at all possible. At the venue Patrick handed us all out of the taxi, I brushed my skirts down into place; they only slightly stuck out just enough to show the fullness of the skirt, nothing like a ball gown from Come Dancing. Patrick took our coats and checked them in, and then he ushered us into the main room which was set out with round tables for ten around a dance floor. He already knew his table number so he guided us to it and pulling chairs out and got us seated. It was great; I loved being treated like a lady. He asked us what we wanted to drink; I could hardly say a cider so I took my cue from Babs and asked for tonic water. Helen had the same but had a large gin in hers. The drinks came in cocktail glasses with cherries on a stick and a pink umbrella and tiny pink straws it's a good job I wasn't thirsty. Patricks other guests arrived, a couple about Patrick and Helens age, A man by himself who was a bachelor colleague of Patricks and an older couple the husband being Patrick boss with a daughter about our age who was dressed similarly in a cocktail dress rather than full evening dress. The wife of the young couple had been in hospital with Helen having a baby at the same time and they had become great friends; she had had a boy born on the same day as Rachel. The head waiter hammered his gavel and we stood for grace and then sat. The meal service was started and so did the chat at the table. We gravitated to talking to the other girl our age; Sue was in fact a year younger and very shy, and her mother seemed very protective. Mateus Ros? wine was served with the meal, and although Helen was only a few years older than us she kept a motherly eye on us two and restricted us to two glasses each for the whole meal. At the end of the meal there were a couple long boring speeches, but after that the band started up. They were not that bad, they played a wide selection of music from ballroom dance music, to covers of modern hits. With the wine kicking in Babs and I got up to have a bop to some of the more modern music, persuading Sue to come with us. The three of us danced together, we didn't dance around our handbags as we left them on the table but it was that sort of thing. I loved the feel of my dress as we were dancing, I was glad of the spaghetti straps making sure the dress stayed up, but the sway of the skirt with the petticoat was enticing, as we danced. And it was my dress, the first dress that was mine and not one borrowed from Babs. Babs looked a million dollars in hers and I was getting excited and my control knickers were working overtime. After a couple of dances two boys came over, Sue scurried back to the table and the protection of her mother. The boys were brothers and obviously a few years older than us, John and James were their names. Luckily the next couple of dances were covers of pop songs so we just danced as a foursome without touching. At the end of the second dance Babs said we wanted to sit down so they grabbed our hands and escorted us back to our table. The boys offered to buy us a drink, we glanced at Helen and she gave a slight nod so we asked for Cokes. They came back with our drinks and pints of bitter for themselves. Pulling up chairs they sat down next to us. Patrick knew their father, so he was asking how the farm was getting going. The men chatted a bit about the milking equipment and yields of milk. The boys then turned their attention to us. They were astonished that we were both studying to do doing engineering; they thought women were for helping on the farm, running the house and having children to pass the farm on to. We may have upset them when we questioned them about the fridge equipment; they couldn't understand our interest in the technical details of the equipment and didn't know that much about it, and certainly had never heard of the Reverse Carnot cycle. What happened next may have been them putting us girls back in our places. The band started to play Unchained Melody, and before we knew it the boys had moved in and we were on the dance floor and I was in a clinch with James. His hands were everywhere, stroking my back and bottom with his left hand and squeezing my left breast with his right, his left hand pressed on the small of my back and he was grinding himself into my groin, and as a fellow male I could tell without doubt he was aroused as he nuzzled my neck. I was revolted and panic stricken but I had enough sense not to make a scene. Looking around I saw Babs was struggling with John but was having more luck extracting herself from his grasp. I couldn't catch her eye and anyway she seemed to have her hands full. Looking to my left I saw to my relief that Patrick and Helen had followed us onto the dance floor. Helen was looking with concern straight at me over Patricks shoulder. I mouthed 'help' at her; she nodded and whispered into Patrick ear. He immediately let go of Helen and walked straight over to me. He tapped James on the shoulder and said, 'My turn I think', James reluctantly let go and I almost fell into Patricks arms. He escorted me back to our table, looking round I saw Babs had done a better job of controlling John and was walking back to the table unaided. Alright love? Patrick asked as he sat me down, I said I was fine. He went off to join Helen back on the dance floor. Babs came over with a questioning look on her face, I gave her a smile and she looked relieved. I took a sip of coke and said to Babs 'you managed that better than I did'. She laughed as she told me she had told John that if he didn't let go she would knee him in the balls so hard it wouldn't be only for his cows that he would need artificial insemination for. That's my Babs. Babs said 'come on lets go to the loo and sort ourselves out, that bastard groped my bum so much he has given me a wedgie and it feels as if Cunny is being cut in half!' I laughed all the way to the loo. The loo was alive with women washing hands, chatting, repairing make up and next to one basin a girl not much older than us crying and being comforted by a friend, boy trouble I guessed. We had to queue for a toilet which is normal in the 'Ladies' at a do like this. This is the one time its better being male. You walk in, pee against the porcelain, flash your hands under the tap, wipe your hands on your trousers on the way out as the warm air dryer won't work, the whole thing is over in less than two minutes. Going to the 'ladies' is a much more convivial and leisurely affair. Waiting for the toilet we both got loads of favourable comments about our dresses, with some of the older women reminiscing about when they had a figure like us. I came out of the loo with Babs feeling fine, being part of the 'sisterhood' felt great. Babs whispered to me 'Oh what a relief, you can kiss Cunny better later'. 'Ooh you are awful but I like you! I said in my best Dick Emery impression. As a sign of defiance we went straight back on the dance floor. The 'boys' were all in a group by the bar. There was lots of loud laughter from them and a group of simpering local girls which had attached themselves to them. Lambs to the slaughter I thought. Babs and I danced together to some more pop songs and even when a slow one came on. We weren't the only girls or women dancing together as husbands and boyfriends preferred standing at the bar drinking. While dancing a slow dance together Babs asked 'Happy?' 'Very' I said and meant it. 'Good' she said, 'because you're the only one getting inside my knickers tonight and you going to have to fuck me very hard'. 'Tish You spoke French' I said. We went and sat down. There were only the women at our table, Patrick and his colleagues were circulating drumming up business. Helen was there and smiled when she saw we were relaxed and happy. 'OK girls?' she asked. Babs recounted what she had told John; Helen gave a little punch in the air, 'good for you Babs' she said. 'Carriages' were meant for 2 am but we left about half past midnight. We got back to Helens; she went to check on Rachel and her mother in law who was sleeping on a Zed bed in the box room. While we kicked of our shoes, Patrick made a cup of tea. He had offered us something stronger but had got a frown and shake of her head from Helen. Up in the bedroom afterwards Babs was ravenous, sex was urgent, hard, great and at her demand anal. While dropping off to sleep we heard Patrick laughing, we guessed Helen had told him what Babs had said to John and then we heard them trying to make Rachel a brother or sister. Next day back home again. Feeling very flat I changed back at the motorway cafe, after an exciting weekend, with me coming to terms with my c