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Adam and Eve (The autobiography of a teenage Cross Dresser) This story is sexually explicit. Part 2 The Circle of Love Who's been sleeping in my bed Toad Hall was having a themed weekend culminating in a ball on the Sunday evening. The theme was a Hercule Poirot murder mystery set in the 1920's and the ball was to be a Flappers Ball. The recently released Great Gatsby movie had made this era popular. Babs and I would be working there and had to wear flapper dresses on the Sunday evening, the boss asked if we could get Hazel to come back and help for the evening as he was having trouble from some of the older staff volunteering for this evening, and she readily agreed. Parallel to this Rosy saw an advert in "The Stage" which he avidly read every week for a singer for the same ball. We all decided that to save any complication Rosy should audition as a girl and not a female impersonator, the club circuit he was on thought him to be a girl, to come clean now would cause complications and could be dangerous. Both Rosy and I had broken the law. Whichever way you cut it Rosy and I had had homosexual relations and although it had been legal since 1967 for people over twenty one, we weren't even twenty yet, it would be 1994 before in came down to eighteen and 2001 to sixteen. Also we always used the ladies toilets when cross dressed and for over two years I had used the ladies changing room in shops and of course at Old Hall and Rosy used the theatre or club ladies dressing rooms, although not exactly illegal you could imagine the police being called if discovered and arrested for disturbing the peace. We had both gone past the point of no return. Toad Hall had a resident sextet which had a male singer but the management wanted a girl singer as well for this big ball. Rosy auditioned and got the job, he wowed them not only with his singing but with being able to dance the Charleston. So we were all going to the ball and all dressed as flapper girls. The boss commissioned Hazels mum to make our uniform flapper dresses but Rosy had to find his own. The order for Old Hall was for ten dresses as there were seven other waitresses who would be on duty that evening, and of course she would also make Rosy's. Ours would be a square necked black very short mini shift dress shot with silver thread with inch wide shoulder straps and a hem which ended just at the top of our thighs and just covered our bottoms with an inch or so to spare, with a fringe of tassels on the hem which ended below mid thigh to preserve some of our modesty but they were still quite risqu?. When you sat down in the dress, it rode up and the tassels parted around your legs and all of your thigh was revealed, but as we were waitressing sitting down would be a rare luxury. Rosy's was similar but hazel's mum had sewed on coloured diamante jewels in the shape of a peacock on the back and front, it was spectacular and a tour de force. Babs and I arrived at Toad Hall on the Friday evening and it was straight to work, we finished at midnight and went up to the staff bedroom and collapsed and were asleep before we knew it. We could sleep in as we were on duty again at lunch and for the evening meal. Sunday came around quickly with Hazel and Rosy turning up for the big event. Rosy wasn't on until about ten but Hazel Babs and I had to be ready for six to serve drinks and then serve at table. Now there were four of us but only three beds but Babs and I had already thought this through and had prepared it before the others arrived. Each bed was three foot wide and if we pushed them all together and jammed the mattresses together the bed would be nine foot wide, the same width as two double beds. We went to the linen cupboard and got some towels and two double duvets. The towels were used to pad the joint between the mattresses, we overlapped a couple of sheets and with our two double duvets we had a bed large enough for four people. I also remembered I hadn't bought anything to sleep in for when the others turned up. Babs had though and had brought strappy tops and the high waisted cotton knickers from the baby doll nighties. When I commented they were a bit skimpy to wear in company as I knew the bottom of the tops barely reached the waist band of the knickers, Babs with exasperation and a glitter in her eye said "blimey Eve I would like a pound for every time you have seen Hazel in her bra and knickers when she worked at Old Hall and you have given Rosy a blow job! we are hardly strangers! The choice was these or being naked as I couldn't find our pyjamas and I didn't think you would want to wear the complete baby doll nightie. I could tell by the look in her eye I was on thin ice and any more dissent and I would have a very sore bottom. When they arrived and had a cup of tea we took turns in the bathroom to shower and in an act of communal shyness put our underwear on and a dressing gown. When we had all finished and were all in our dressings gowns we all sat on our huge bed chatting. Then it was time for the three of us to get ready and with unconscious timing we took our dressing gowns of together to reveal all three of us wearing CVs! The flapper look was for flat chested women so all three of us had put black CV's on instead of bras to flatten our breasts. Babs and I were each wearing one my new softer CV's and I had got a larger one for Hazel and she was overjoyed with it, admiring her profile in the mirror she said it was surprisingly comfortable and stopped things jiggling about. It was much nicer than any sort of corset, comfortable and she could not understand why I made such a fuss about them. Obviously Rosy didn't need to bother, this look was perfect for him. The three of us had black French knickers on as a nod to the step in chemise that flappers used to wear and suspender belts and stockings for the authentic look. I had black manickers under my French knickers, management had not stipulated stockings but we all wanted the authentic look and did it for a bit of a laugh but as it got nearer the time I wondered if it was such a good idea I felt quite exposed. Ironically Rosy and I had suspender belts but we had had to buy ones for Babs and Hazel as they did not have their own. They were getting hard to find as everyone one wore tights now. Babs knew where to get less expensive ones than the ones Rosy and I had, it was Silhouette the same shop where Camille bought most of her lingerie and Babs had bought my Rago open bottomed girdle Christmas present. Also they had a range of inexpensive stockings unlike the ones Rosy and Hazel had bought me for Christmas which was useful. Rosy had bought a pair of French knickers to match his black set so he had a camisole top on instead of a CV with French knickers and suspender belt and manickers to keep things under control. We helped each other on with our dresses and Rosy did our hair and makeup. The three of us wore black court shoes but Hazels mum had stitched some wide black knicker elastic to them to give the look of the classic ankle strap and T bar, she had also made us a head band each with a pink feather on the side, cheap very long sets of beads from the local market and black above the elbow gloves completed our outfits. The look was very chic but sexy and when we walked the top of our stockings and suspender clips could be seen through the tassel fringe of our dresses. Getting courage from each other we all kissed Rosy good bye and clomped downstairs to report to the head waiter. Babs and Hazel bullied the head waiter to let the three of us be drinks waitresses rather than laying food. All the other girls had made some effort but the three of us looked the most authentic. We expected and got a lot of wandering hands during the evening but it was our own fault for dressing so provocatively, the tassel fringed hems of our dresses were far too tempting for some men but as most of them were with their wives it wasn't a real problem. I don't think I would have dared worn the same outfit if it had been an all male sales conference that's for sure. Our reward was at the end of the evening with the kings ransom it tips we had got mostly by customers saying "keep the change" when we brought them their drinks. During the evening I saw Babs waving at me and I went over to see what she wanted, sitting at the table where she stood was Kate and Susan. Its seems they had been here all weekend and although they had seen us rushing around all weekend we hadn't seen them. They were both fans of the art deco period and of course I then realised that their logo of the woman winking was a stylised art deco woman's face which they told us was based on a wall mask of the period. As we left to get on with our work Kate gave me one of her unnerving winks. Near ten o clock Hazel disappeared for a while to help Rosy get ready and when it was time for Rosy's act he had audience in the palm of his hand. He looked absolutely beautiful in his dress, it made me catch my breath. He sang like an angel just standing at the mike with a spotlight on him. After he finished his six songs, a mixture of blues, jazz and big band number from the era, his finale was his Charleston dance. Rosy had invested in proper Charleston dance shoes and you could see why with all goofy moves he did, he would have kicked of ordinary court shoes. The routine was funny and very sexy at the same time with a combination of Charleston and Lindy Hop, with many glimpses of his stockings and suspenders and he ended the dance with the splits from the Can-Can routine he had been practicing. At the end of the evening Babs had brought her camera and got the head waiter to take a photo of the four of us arm in arm with our right legs kicking out showing our stocking tops. We got to bed at two o clock in the morning. All four of us in the one huge bed. Rosy and I were on the outside with the two girls in the middle. Babs and I had our vest and knickers on mine in white and Babs in lemon, Hazel had a bra slip on and Rosy had conventional pyjamas. When we had got changed into our night clothes Hazel vigorously massaged her breasts through her bra slip, I gave her a quizzical look and she admitted "well you may have a point about CV's" do you want to give me a hand?" When we were all in bed Babs set her camera up with the timer on and got back into bed and took a photo of the four of us sitting up in bed drinking hot chocolate. I got a kiss good night from Babs and Hazel and I called good night to the other side of the bed to Rosy but he had fallen asleep. Babs and Hazel took their time kissing each other good night but in the end Babs turned to me and we spooned together with our back to the other two. We slept in late as our duties were finished. The smell of cooking bacon slowly brought us all awake. I was laying on my side with my head turned to the wall, I felt Babs stroking my bottom and running her fingers round my knickers legs and then stroking my morning erection through my knickers, I turned over to kiss her good morning only to see it was Hazel lying next to me. "Who's been sleeping in my bed?" Hazel said grinning at me and gave me a peck on the lips. I quickly sat up in shock with Babs and Hazel laughing at my confusion. Sometime during the night they had swapped places, I looked across at Rosy but he just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in resignation. Babs and I volunteered to use the bathroom first, and when the others were in there getting ready we split our super bed apart again. We all went down to the restaurant kitchen and helped ourselves to bacon sandwiches and tea, and afterwards one of the porters drove us to the train station. When Hazel and Rosy got off at their station Hazel whispered in my ear, "that's the first time I have had you in my bed and you seemed pleased to be there!" and then nipped my ear. We were allowed to keep the dresses, on the understanding they were still the property of Toad Hall but I don't recall ever using them again for work. We dressed up in them once or twice with the other two for a laugh and went out to a restaurant or a night club, but we did wear them when we went to see Rosy perform his new Flapper girl act which became a popular routine. Rosy's repertoire was increasing. Besides his singing he now had a Striptease act a Flapper girl act and a Can-Can act and it was about to increase still further. A couple of weeks later Rosy rang up one Sunday and asked if they could come round as they had something to show us. They turned up later that day, I was in normal jeans and Tee shirt and so was Rosy when they arrived but he had two large bags with him. He asked if he could use my bedroom as a changing room and went in and closed the door. Hazel was as mysterious as Rosy and asked if she could put a cassette in our player. When Rosy called "ready" from the room Hazel started the cassette ,the music started for "Anyone who had a Heart', the door opened and Rosy came out dressed in a white sixties mini dress and a red wig cut in a bob and started to sing the song in a scouse accent, he looked like Cilla Black and certainly sounded like her. When the song had finished we all applauded but he said there's was more and disappeared into bedroom. When ready he called out again and Hazel played "Something there to remind me', out came Rosy in the same dress but with his own shoulder length hair parted in the middle which he had curled under and no shoes on, he sang the song in an east London accent and he was Sandie Shaw. "But there is still more" he said and disappeared yet again into the bedroom. At his shout Hazel played "To Sir with Love" and out he came again in the same dress but with a strawberry blonde wig on and Lulu was standing before us singing in a Glaswegian accent. It was amazing, the same dress just a change of hair and he could be three different singers. So another routine for Rosy was born, he was so talented. The dress was one of Hazel mums creations from an old pattern she found in her sewing room, a couple of others of similar design but different colours were already on the cutting table or under the sewing foot. He had a hit on his hands. Second Thoughts In our three year relationship both my breasts and Babs had slowly developed, I gone from a 34'A" to a 34'B" and they had changed shape. Babs had gone from a 32'B" up to a 34'B', so we now both the same size. Most of the time they didn't bother me, in fact I ignored them, in our busy university life I would cover them in my CV and got on with my life. But now and again I caught the naked profile of myself in the mirror it would shock me how my body had changed over the years, especially since knowing Babs. One time I was staring at myself in the mirror and Babs saw me. "Admiring what you see?" Babs asked. "Just the opposite" I replied "I am a freak, look at me, am I boy with boobs who sometimes dresses as a girl? or am a girl with a penis who dresses as a boy most of the time? I always have to hide a part of me', I complained, "as Adam I have to hide my boobs from the world and when I am Eve I have to tuck, I can never be just me." This wasn't completely true but I was feeling sorry for myself. My breasts obviously felt the most comfortable when I was wearing a bra and not bound by a CV especially now they were bigger and I didn't really need to tuck in a flared skirt. These doubts were rare but did happen every now and then. Most of the time my mood was steady and I was happy with the balance we had between my two persona, but every now and then due to my hormones, my mood would swing such that I didn't fancy cross dressing at all, in fact I hated it, and sometimes it would swing such that I could not get enough of being feminine and would use any excuse to cross dress. During these times I would lay awake at night imagining being a complete woman and having a sex change and fantasised that Babs and I living together as two women. I never told Babs of these fantasies but I did confess to her my mood swings. Babs reckoned these were my periods. When I was off cross dressing Babs called this a blue period and it was true these mood swings usually lasted five or six days. When I got the urge to be more feminine Babs reckoned I was having a pink period. After either of these mood swings I would get back to normal for weeks or months. "You are not a freak, your boobs are beautiful and I love them and you are who you are" Babs stated. Babs was naked as well and stood next to me "look we make a great couple" she said. In the cheval mirror was what looked like two naked girls looking back at us. Our breasts were the same size, Babs were round and her nipples stared straight back out at us whereas my breasts tipped up and my nipples pointed out slightly with a silver bead each side of each nipple from my piercings. My breasts had developed from just puffy pointed swellings when I was fourteen to proper breasts. In profile they were full underneath, with a slight concave slope on top culminating with my nipples. They were now rounded, and hung away from my body when I leant forward and jiggled if I walked quickly when wearing a bra. Babs reckoned they were like ski jumps. She would run her finger down the length of my breast and reaching my nipple and would shoot her finger in the air going "wheee!" However looking down one of us had a penis and one had a vulva. I looked like one of those set of cards out of Misfits, where you could swap the top and bottom parts to make peculiar combinations, like a fireman top half with a ballerina's tutu and legs bottom half. In my case it was female from the waist up and male from the waist down. Although our waists were the same size Babs hips flared out more than mine in true feminine form. However if I tucked my penis between my legs I looked like a teenage girl. Our legs were the same length and we both had the same inside leg measurement, my extra two inches in height came from the fact my body was longer. "Have I made the right decision? I don't know if I shouldn't get them seen to." I asked worriedly, "It seemed fun when they were smaller but now it seems more serious I didn't realise they would get this big." "Well darling it's up to you but I love them and would miss them and you can't tell when you have your CV on and they are part of who you are." Babs said trying to reassure me. "Also remember what the doctor said, you have gone past the point of no return, no amount of hormones is going to make them disappear, you would need surgery." "I know, I know" I admitted. When we had moved into the flat we had signed on at the local doctors practice and our doctor had wanted to see us just because we were new on her list. All my life I had always had had a women doctor and when we signed up at the practice I chose a woman without thinking about it. She obviously had Prof Jane's notes and had asked me if I would mind taking my CV off during my consultation, luckily this was before I had had them pierced. She had heard of the professor and was I suppose interested to see one of her ex patients. I think she was surprised how well developed I was but hid her surprise well, but she told me in a matter of fact manner that to reduce them now meant surgery. This news didn't bother me too much at the time but it niggled at the back of my mind. "Do you think they will keep on growing" I wondered. "I doubt it" Babs replied "I don't expect mine to get any bigger as maman is quite small up top and your mum and sister are about our size. They don't keep growing like finger nails you know! If you want a pair as big as Hazels I think you are out of luck." "No I don't want them to get any bigger, these are more than enough to contend with but do you think I am turning completely into a girl?', I asked worriedly. "No of course not, your man enough for me" Babs reassured me gently tugging my penis. "You don't want to become another Ren?e Richards do you and have a sex change?" Babs asked worriedly, "I would miss JT awfully if you had him cut off." Babs was referring to the American tennis player who had been in the news recently and had had sex reassignment surgery for change from a male to a female. I assured her I was not thinking about a sex change, guiltily putting out of my mind the fantasies I sometimes had. I knew I was not as effeminate as Rosy was at work although my voice was now permanently softer and lighter and my stride pattern was shorter both out of a force of habit. In the all male environment of my mechanical engineering lectures I didn't stand out as being particularly different to the other students although I spent my weekends somewhat differently. Saturday afternoon most of the lads on my course would play or watch football or rugby get annoyed or be elated at the score, then go to the pub in the evening and drink pints of beer, try to pick up a girl or go for a curry and this was considered a good night out. All these boys would have been aghast if they knew I had been known to trawl the boutiques and market with Babs on a Saturday afternoon trying on fashionable girls clothes and be elated at finding a bargain top or skirt, meet up in the evening with Hazel and Rosy, sip gin and tonics or Bacardi and cokes, and get annoyed if I had laddered my tights when on the dance floor of a disco. There was one time when Babs and I were both in a booth in the changing room of Dorothy Perkins trying on clothes together. We were in just our bra and knickers and I don't know what came over us but we started kissing and then I pushed her up against the door of the booth, Babs raised her right leg and I supported it with my left arm just as we did a long time ago in Escort Alley, I moved her knickers to one side, hooked mine under my testicles and I was in. The changing room was busy with girls coming and going, calling to each other and giggling, a usual busy Saturday afternoon. We were too far gone with each other to notice and even when someone tried our booth door it did not interrupt our hasty sex. As we orgasmed Babs kissed me hard and squealed into my mouth to smother the sound. Afterwards we got redressed, went to the ladies and changed into our spare knickers which we always had in our handbags as obedient daughters of Camille. So there were some advantages to clothes shopping on a Saturday afternoon and not playing sport with the boys, I had had sex in Dorothy Perkins instead of having my testicles squeezed by the opposition in a rugby scrum. Not participating in heavy exercise also meant I kept my slim figure. Some of the lads that played football and rugby had bulked up especially their calves and thighs from all the running whereas mine had stayed slim and if I was to be honest quite feminine, besides my real breasts my legs were my next best asset in passing as a girl when cross dressed, boys always seemed to look at them with appreciation when I wore a short skirt. No matter how I was feeling I looked after my body in a feminine way, using moisturiser every day on all my body and using a Lady Shave once a week on my legs and under my arms. Top of the Pops was Babs and mine regular weekly time for sitting on the sofa in our dressing gowns, doing our nails and wearing a face mask. "I guess you're right about getting rid of my boobs, I would miss them, they are part of me." I conceded. "Oh goody" Babs said "now now get The Boys into this" she said passing me a bra. I did as I was told and she did it up at the back for me. "Clunk, click every trip, you know it makes sense, we are off out tonight with Hazel and Rosy" Babs said snapping my bra strap. "Here we go again" I thought with resignation. Babs went to walk away from the mirror and then came back. "I have just had a brilliant idea, even though I say it myself" she said. "Physically we don't look that different and I am expecting you to dress as a girl this evening so why don't I dress as a boy for a laugh, I have no idea why we haven't thought of it before!" She stood with her legs apart put her hands on her hips and said "fancy going for a drink love?" in a deep voice and then scratched her crutch. I had to laugh and the thought was intriguing of her cross dressing as well. So she went the whole way from wearing my underpants and of course my CV a shirt and a pair of my trousers. Babs had worn a CV before when we did the Flapper Ball at Toad Hall, it did a good job of suppressing her breasts as it did mine and she reckoned it felt like I was hugging her. Two pairs of socks meant her size seven feet fit quite comfortably into a pair of my shoes. No makeup and her hair cut was as androgynous as mine when combed out and parted in the middle. She even wore my watch, the look was surprisingly OK ,it's amazing what assumptions you make with just a few visual clues. her hands were a bit slim and delicate for a boy but she never grew her nails long even though they were perfectly manicured. Her Barbara Streisand looks meant she made a passable if slightly effeminate boy but no more than Rosy. We stood next to each other and looked in the mirror again, from being completely naked to fully clothed, me in a blouse, skirt and my OBG with stockings, Babs in shirt, trousers and a pair of suede shoes. We grinned at each other in the mirror, it was going to work. "Don't you need a stuffed sock down the front of your trousers" I joked. "You've a high opinion of yourself" Babs replied wiggling her little finger at me. "Let's go" Babs said "or we are going to be late." Babs walked out of the flat confidently without a second thought. Nothing like my first tentative and nervous outing cross dressed. Walking to the pub where we were going to meet the others I put my arm through hers as a girlfriend would and Babs said "I need a name." "What about Bernie or Charlie" I said, as they were male shortened versions of her own names. "Charles it is, but my friends can call me Charlie" Babs stated. "Aren't you nervous'? I asked, "no, it should be fun I am just mad I haven't done this before." As we walked towards the pub we saw Hazel and Rosy coming in the other direction. As we got nearer and nearer their puzzled expression changed to amazement and then they were laughing uproariously as we walked up to them. Before they said anything I said "meet my new boyfriend Charlie." They shook hands laughing saying "pleased to meet you Charlie." The reason we went to this pub was they held a disco upstairs so we found a table by the dance floor and sat down. "Now ladies what can I get you to drink" Charlie asked. She went to the bar with the order for three gin and tonics and a Newkie Brown. We sat giggling as she got the drinks. She came back with the drinks and her Newkie Brown in a traditional handled dimpled pint glass, "he didn't even ask" Charlie said pointing at the glass. When dressed normally Babs got her Newkie Brown served to her in a glass goblet. "I have got in with a load of schizophrenics" Hazel complained jokingly. "My boyfriend is either Terry or Rosy, his boy or girlfriend is either Adam or Eve and my best friend is now either Babs or Charlie, I think I will go crazy." "With these" she said poking her own breasts with her forefingers "I can only be Hazel." We spent the evening chatting and dancing. With the first slow dance Hazel grabbed Babs and took her on the dance floor. Rosy and I sat watching as they smooched round the floor together like many of the couples on the dance floor. "Any excuse" Rosy accused them when they came back to the table. They both just grinned. When the next slow one played Babs grabbed me and it was our turn to hold each other closely and kiss and cuddle round the dance floor. I found the whole situation very arousing, and as I hadn't bothered tucking as my skirt was pleated Babs was able to feel how aroused I was. "Wait till I get you home, I have one of those and I am going to fuck you with it" she whispered in my ear. I rested my head on her shoulder as any girlfriend would and whispered back "I am ready and waiting." Back home in the bedroom I had taken off my skirt and blouse and I was bending over to undo the straps on my shoes when Babs gave me a hefty whack on the bottom with her hairbrush but as I was in my bra and OBG, the OBG took most of the sting out of her assault. She lay on the bed laughing as I tried to get out of my girdle, it may be called a Roll On but in my experience it should be called a Roll Off as that is the only way to get it off quickly when your girlfriend is laying naked on the bed with her legs wide apart demanding "are you ever going to come to bed and fuck me?" I now saw the sense of Camille's OBG with its side zip. Sex that night was great, Babs insisted I fit the strap on to her and suck and lick it until it was completely lubricated with my saliva, this was known as doing a "NYS" which stood for "New Year Special" after the time Babs and Hazel had seen me giving Rosy oral sex in the kitchen on New year's day. As I was licking and sucking on the dildo I caught sight of us in the cheval mirror, me on my knees with the dildo in my mouth and Babs with a self satisfied look on her face gazing at our reflection. She had me where she wanted me, on my knees and completely subjugated. Seeing me looking at us Babs said "you concentrate on what you are doing" and let me enjoy the sight." Laying back on the bed I opened my legs and she inserted the slippery member into me. My orgasm was as marvellous as ever. It was a fun and very sexy evening. I think she did the cross dressing so she was being true to her contention she would never ask me to do anything she wasn't happy to do herself. Consultation Next time I was alone in the flat and unbeknown to Babs I rang Prof Jane's secretary and asked if I could speak to her. A little later the Prof rang and we had a chat and she invited me in for a consultation even though I had officially signed myself off from her. She said she was glad I had rung as I had been on her mind lately and she had some news for me. I was going to go by myself but in the end I told Babs, and she insisted she came with me. More importantly I went dressed as Eve. I only decided to do this on the morning of my appointment. I was seeing the Prof privately which meant it was not at the hospital but at her private clinic. When I told Babs I was thinking of going as Eve, Babs said "it's your choice Eve I will support you whatever you decide." So a couple of hours later saw Babs and me sat in the waiting room at the clinic. The secretary didn't flinch at all when I told her my name. I had dressed with care, skirt, blouse, push up bra and tights, a little makeup and my earrings and necklace. It was almost a protest. I was proving a point. The Prof came out of her room, raised her eyebrows slightly when she realised it was me and invited us in after I told her I wanted Babs to come in with me. The Prof said "hello Bernadette', she had recognised Babs as she had met her a couple of times at Masonic events. We sat in front of Prof Jane holding hands. Babs hardly said anything during the consultation but communicated to me eloquently via the pressure of her hand and her body language. "So Adam I see things have moved on since we last met" the Prof said eying me up and down. "Is this permanent, are you living as a girl?" Ignoring her question I asked the Prof straight off what kept going round and round in my head and kept me awake at night. "Am I male or female?" She said to me, "well that's a leading question, the more we discover the more we are wondering what gender really is, in some respects we all start of as female but that's a topic for another day. From the tests we did when I first saw you, you have XY chromosomes. You also have a fully functioning penis and don't have a vagina, ovaries or uterus so in every accepted sense you are male. You have been raised as a male and are male as far as officialdom is concerned. However your body has developed some female characteristics, your breasts being the most obvious, a distinct lack of male body hair, and I think we are beginning to understand why. I have over time been in touch with an old colleague of mine Mary Lyons who is a specialist in chromosomes, to discuss various patients of mine including you and things are now a bit clearer. The first thing to say is giving you testosterone injections would never have worked, so by refusing those injections you have done yourself no harm." Babs squeezed my hand and smiled at me with a "I knew I was right look" on her face. The Prof continued "from what I now understand you have always produced enough testosterone, it is just that your body doesn't seem to be able to use it all, so giving you even more would not have made any difference and I am afraid there is nothing we can do about it. We don't fully understand why it happens and we don't have a cure at the moment." Years later I was diagnosed with "Mild androgen insensitivity syndrome" (MAIS). We then had a long conversation about how I felt about myself and if I wanted to do anything about my breasts which would have been a relatively straight forward double mastectomy on the NHS or sex reassignment to female which was a very long and risky road and not guaranteed to be covered by the NHS, would involve being under a psychiatrist for months if not years and the fact my birth certificate would still say I was male. Babs did not approve of this part of the conversation at all and transmitted this by clearing her throat, crossing and uncrossing her legs and fidgeting in her seat. Babs and I confirmed we were in a steady relationship and the Prof quizzed us about my cross dressing and I answered the Profs first question, no I didn't dress like this all the time, only now and again. "I can see that Bernadette fully supports you in this." was the Profs only comment. She then reminded us that Camille had rung her, and although their call had been in general terms and no names were mentioned she had known I was going out with Babs and had guessed much of the rest. Talking it out with Prof Jane helped me realise I was happy as I was, and lucky to be able to be taken for either sex. Near the end of the consultation The Prof said "low testosterone assimilation has shown up in some males who exhibit masochistic tendencies." The comment was phrased as a slight question, we didn't react to this and left the comment hanging in the air and she didn't pursue it. She then went on "in some ways you are lucky, you have got your slim figure, and when dressed as a male you I imagine you still look male and I can see with the evidence of my own eyes you also easily pass as a girl. Just be careful when you dress this way, the authorities and most people in general won't be understanding and will take a dim view of it if you are discovered. That said I have patients who would be very envious of you as they are convinced they are female but are locked into very male looking bodies. Also most men would consider it a blessing the fact you hardly have to shave and there is every chance you won't suffer from male pattern baldness." Outside in the street Babs said to me triumphantly and with a huge amount of self satisfaction "Well there you are, I always knew I was right, you are my crazy mixed up Eve, The Boys and JT are staying where they are and I love you just the way you are!" We sometimes used to go to coast and the town where we had gone on one of my first outings cross dressed. We would walk along the prom and I would buy us ice creams as I did nervously that first time when I was testing my voice. The trips to the coast were just a nice break from studying. I sometimes went pretty and sometimes plain it was just how the mood took me. This time with us both cross dressed it was Babs turn to buy the ice creams and test her voice, the evening at the pub had been no test as it was so noisy it was hard to make yourself heard at the bar. So Babs as Charlie went in got us two ice creams without turning a hair using a wallet from her back pocket. One advantage of dressing pretty meant I had a handbag, clutch or shoulder strap it didn't matter I found them so much more useful than stuffing keys and wallet into my trouser pockets when dressed plain, just one more advantage of being cross dressed. Babs had inherited her voice from her mother. Camille's voice with its French accent was beguiling and sexy and quite low for a woman, so Babs could take her voice down a little without it sounding odd. We strolled along the prom eating ice cream, me with my arm through Babs. I laughed and reminded Babs of Maud's words about me being on the arm of a nice young man. "Well here I am Maud, dressed pretty in a skirt you would approve of and on the arm of a nice young man" I stated to the world. Babs smiled and kissed me. I was now fully bought in to my duality, my wobble from before was behind me. I had to be careful I did not associate everything drab and hard work with Adam and everything fun with Eve. It was true in day to day life I was Adam with all complexities that entailed and as Eve life was fun, exciting, tinged with danger and of course mind blowing sex, but I had to keep them in context. Babs did dress up as Charlie a few times and went out for a "girls" night out with Hazel, I think Babs got a kick out of fooling people like I did, and enjoyed being able to be affectionate with Hazel in public. Although I am sure she did not get the same deep enjoyment out of the cross dressing as admittedly I now did as it met some psychological need of mine. The Selavy Sisters I got phone call from Rosy, he had a gig, and Hazel could not make it so could I go along and give a hand. He had been engaged to do his three singers act. Not as any sort of quick change act as he hadn't perfected that yet but he was going to come on between other acts to sing a song first as Cilla, then Sandie Shaw and finally Lulu. It turned out it was only for moral support he hardly needed a dresser. This was my first time in a back stage dressing room and the women's one at that. The venue was Squires where we had first seen Rosy perform. I met Rosy at the stage door and we went in. I had dressed in a skirt and a fairly low top and push up bra to give as many visual clues as possible I was a girl. I needn't have bothered, the other women in the room hardly gave me a second glance, there were three of them, all in dressing gowns one was doing her make up the other two were chatting and smoking. The protocol was just as at Old Hall changing room as people undressed and got ready you just sort of looked away and didn't stare. The dressing room was as you would expect it, a row of six mirrors classically surrounded by light bulbs above a long counter with stools by each mirror. Rosy found a space down near the end of the counter and unpacked his stuff, two wigs and a box of makeup. Like the others he stripped to his underwear and put a dressing gown on. He only had one dress with him, an A line sleeveless mini dress, the front and back were each made up of 4 panels, two black and two white in a huge check. Hazels mum had put the zip under the arm so Rosy could have dressed himself, so I was only there to keep him company. As he was doing his makeup he showed me how to make what little cleavage I had look bigger with just two different colours of face powder, dark following the contour of my breasts and light down the centre of my cleavage and I gained at least one cup size. There was a knock on the door and one of the women stood up and took of her dressing gown to reveal she was wearing a very high cut gold lame leotard and fishnet tights, she was a magicians assistant. As she went out one of the other girls joked "good luck and come back in one piece" as the act included the sawing the lady in half illusion. This was the cue for Rosy to put his Cilla Black wig on as he would be on next. The rest of the evening went quickly, Rosy was quite calm and professional, the only thing I did was hold his shoes in the wings of the stage when he took them off to go on as Sandie Shaw. After he came back from being Lulu the other women were packing up, the last one out said "you were great Rosy I suppose I will see you on the circuit somewhere, well good night girls turn the lights out when you leave." Rosy was now on a high, he was ecstatic on how his act had been received by the audience. He took his wig off and I helped him out of his dress and hung it up. I turned round from hanging the dress up and Rosy was stood right there in his bra and knickers, he grabbed me and kissed me hard. I was surprised but responded as I always found Rosy physically attractive when he was cross dressed. We jumped apart before things got too advanced when we heard voices outside the door. After I had seen Rosy onto the last train and I got in that night Babs was sitting up in bed reading, I told her that Rosy and I had had a "school bell" moment, she laughed as she knew exactly what I meant. Babs and I had a similar incident at school in a disused classroom when it had been the school bell that had interrupted us and probably saved us from being discovered and expelled. Some weeks later against my better judgement I was stood in the wings of the stage in Squires dressed as a Can-Can girl nervously waiting to go on. It all started when Hazel and Rosy were round our place one evening. We were telling Babs about the Lloyd, Rice show the three of us had been in some years before. Babs knew a bit about it as that was when I had discovered how to tuck. Both Hazel and Rosy had been leading lights, I had only been in the chorus. If only we had knew then what we knew now. The three of us got up and tried to remember one of the routines. I was always a better dancer than singer and for some reason I could remember the dance routine perfectly. The others were impressed. It was Babs who said "you and Rosy should do an act together." "Don't be ridiculous" I said, but the others were up for it. "You could be my partner in the Can-Can dance I am going to do for charity" Rosy said, "the steps are dead easy, I will do all the splits etc the rest of it is high kicks and flashing your knickers at the audience." "You will be good at that" Babs said to me laughing. Rosy had a spare costume that could be modified. Hazels mum had invested in a adjustable tailors dummy and Hazel reckoned her mum had my statistics on file so could adjust the dummy and modify Rosy's spare costume to fit without me even being there. I already had a suspender belt, stockings and I could use the shoes I had from my flapper costume although not authentic nobody would be looking at my shoes when I lifted my skirts Rosy observed. All I had to do was find my own pettipants. Babs clicked her fingers and went into the bedroom and came out with the knickers that went with the baby doll nighties. "These will do nicely" she said you even have a choice of colours', the others reckoned they needed modifying with more frills to make them more like pettipants, another job for Hazels mum. So I was railroaded into it. Rosy devised a comic routine which would exploit the fact I was not as flexible as him or experienced and if I made any mistakes it would look like part of the routine. So Rosy would pretend to be teaching me to Can-Can and then I would attempt to copy him. Rosy could do things like put his foot on my shoulder and also do a "front leg hold" where one leg was completely vertical which he held there with his hands while balancing on the other, both of which were well beyond me just as the splits were. So in the routine Rosy would do the "leg hold" and then I would try and copy but fail and Rosy would hold my leg horizontal to help me and the same with the splits, Rosy would do the splits and then would pretend to push me down as I attempted the splits but only manage to go about half way down then he would have to haul me up again. After two weeks of practicing just about every evening in Rosy's mums garage I had memorised the routine. I had did the rehearsing in a track suit, tulle petticoats and the shoes I was going to wear which looked bizarre, however Rosy had done the practicing in a leotard and tights and petticoats. I still found it a bit unsettling Rosy could walk round in his house dressed in feminine clothes and his mother didn't turn a hair. Now however the costume and knickers were ready so Hazel and Rosy delivered the costume one evening and Rosy had bought his as well. I went to try mine on, with Babs helping me. I stripped naked and put my stockings and suspender belt on, my gaff and then the pettipants. The pettipants were very full and went up to my waist and navel, in fact they were more like a pair of shorts with two inch long legs, made out of broderie anglaise and now had several rows of red with and blue ruffles stitched all over them. "You always seem to find yourself in frilly knickers" Babs exclaimed, "rubber ruffled pants as a toddler, my tennis knickers and now these!" I just shrugged in resignation. Next I stepped into the dress and Babs laced it up at the back. The bodice was heavily boned in fact it was more like a corset. It felt like wearing a CV with one important difference my CV's were designed to reduce and hide my breasts where this costume did the complete opposite. I felt as if my breasts were on a shelf. Babs said the top was like a "balconette bra" a term which I had not heard before but I could see what it did to me. The cups were only three quarters so I could see these two globes of flesh when I looked down. I bounced up and down and although my assets jiggled alarmingly they didn't pop out. The full skirt of the dress was just above the knee and the voluminous petticoats in red white and blue were sewn in. A garter, long evening gloves and the headdress and shoes from my flapper costume completed the outfit. I walked out of the bedroom to cheers and whistles from Hazel and Rosy who had also changed into his costume. Hazel as usual could not help but comment on the size of my breasts saying " they look as if they are about to explode!" Babs got her camera out and took a load of pictures of us. In the small space available to us in our living room Hazel wanted to see bit of the routine so we lifted our skirts so she could see our pettipants and petticoats, we waved our skirts from side to side and did a few of the moves, then bent over and flipped our skirts over our backs, another of the moves in the dance. The girls approved. We needed a name and Hazel proposed the Selavy Sisters and we all agreed with it and the name stuck, Babs and Hazel would now often refer to us by our stage name. Babs reckoned the pettipants would make the hottest of hot pants and she could imagine the Selavy Sisters just wearing them and skimpy tops being dancers on Top of the Pops like Hot Gossip. So here we were in the wings ready to go on for this charity concert. Hazel had acted as our dresser and had now gone front of house to find Babs and to watch the performance. The Comp?re announced "The Selavy Sisters, Rosy and Evie! with their routine Can U Can-Can?', Rosy squeezed my hand and we were on. The band struck up the traditional Can- Can dance and the audience started to clap in time. So we whooped and hollered and ran on stage waving our skirts in the air. It was a success the audience got the jokes and especially at the end when Rosy did the front splits with his skirts held up and I was stood right behind him over him and when I let my skirts go he ended up under and covered by my skirts. It was over before I realised it. I was so busy remembering the steps it was a shock when the audience were clapping and cheering at the end. Babs and Hazel came to the dressing room to help us get changed. Rosy and I were on a high especially me with the relief and the adrenaline and in the heat of the moment I committed to doing it again if Rosy asked. life changes A couple of days later I got a present from Rosy via Hazel and Babs, inside was a note "Thanks, from your little sister', it was a balconette bra. Babs sniffed "all that boy ever does is buy you lingerie." I tried it on and it instantly became my one of my favourites. When I wore my CV I wanted it to flatten my breasts which it did very efficiently and its constriction was a constant reminder I was in "boy" mode and that was 95% of my life. But when I wore a bra I wanted the most feminine shape possible, this gave me the most confidence when cross dressed, and this balconette bra did that. The sensation that my breasts were up on a shelf was even more than when I wore the Can-Can outfit and certainly more than all my other bras including the underwired ones. As with all bra's the feel of the band around my chest and the tug of the straps on my shoulders reminded me I was in "girl" mode. The only problem with the balconette type of bra was the position of the shoulder straps. They attached to bra at the front near my armpits so the straps were wide out on my shoulders, whereas most of my bras the straps were attached to the centre of the cup at the top. It seems a small point but in those days showing your bra straps was thought of a tarty and infra dig, especially to Camille who always scolded Babs if a bra strap or her slip was showing. So it meant I just had be more careful what top I wore which was small price to pay for the enhancement of my female shape and quite a cleavage. A call from the kitchen, "put a top on and stop preening yourself in front of that mirror you've got the drying up to do!', jogged me out of my musings and brought me back to reality. Babs and I gave up our jobs at Old Hall. It had been coming for a while, the travel from the flat to Old Hall was starting to become a chore and our studying was increasing at Uni. Babs got a job behind the bar in a local pub called "The Hole in the Wall" with less hours and a only five minute walk away from the flat. After a few weeks Babs got me an interview with the owner who could have been the Rovers Return's Bet Lynch's sister. "Big Beryl" as she was known was big bosomed, blousy and tough enough to run an inner city pub. She had come upmarket from a dockside pub she used to own and stood for no nonsense from her customers. I went for the interview "plain" as I had been in the pub too many times to go cross dressed. Beryl said "I was expecting a girl when Babs said her friend Eve wanted a job, but you will do. What's with the name then?" I explained about my name and said she could call me Adam if she wanted to. "No Eve will do, if you have the balls to be called Eve, Eve it is." Working behind the bar "plain" was not a problem, I still had many chances to cross dress and for some while with the exception of the special evenings I had had not viewed working at Old Hall as cross dressing. I would always be grateful for the opportunity it had given me to practice my feminine side and the confidence it had given me. Beryl was a great employer and lets us flex our hours between us. If the patrons started to get too lively a shout to out the back of the bar for Beryl where her accommodation was, usually was all that was needed to quench any trouble. Hazel and Rosy used to visit "The Hole" quite often when we were working and Rosy always came as Rosy and not Terry. Rosy got some gigs singing on a Saturday evening at The Hole. Between us Babs and I had built what today would be called a Karaoke machine to play backing tracks to accompany Rosy. We got hold of a broken Marshall's amplifier, repaired it and fitted a two deck tape machine to the top. The output of the tape deck wasn't compatible with the amp so we soldered together a buffer amplifier so the output of the tape deck could be mixed with the microphone which did connect directly with the amp. The backing track tapes Rosy got from an advert in Melody Maker magazine. So with this compact setup Rosy only needed a small space in a corner of the lounge bar for the amp and his microphone stand. Rosy had been campaigning for some time for his own dance studio and in the end his mother agreed and the garage was converted. Glaziers came in and fitted a huge wall mirror and a wooden floor was fitted. We all helped with painting the walls and ceiling and Babs and I fitted a barre and lights. As the Selavy sisters we fine tuned our act and as time went by I got better and the practicing kept me just as fit as I had been running round serving at tables. Rosy dropped his striptease act, it had never been as popular as his other acts, it was probably a bit too risqu? where our Can-Can proved popular and I suppose people who found Benny Hill funny found us flashing our knickers at them funny and titillating as well. So with all the different things we were doing we had very busy lives but we were young and had the energy and we were having a ball! Silhouette One Saturday Camille took Babs shopping. Babs wardrobe consisted mainly of skirts and tops and a couple of casual dresses besides her jeans which she wore for Uni. Camille insisted Babs needed two or three more formal dresses to wear for interviews, for going to church and such like. Babs came back with two dresses, I eyed them as she showed them to me imagine myself in them, as if reading my mind Babs offered the red dress up to me and said "I thought you would look great in this, but before you can wear it its time you went to Silhouette. You have never been there and we should put that right. I am sure you will enjoy it, this will be your rite of passage." So the next Saturday saw me with nervous trepidation and Babs stood outside an old fashioned looking double fronted shop in the old part of the city which was now out of favour since the new shopping centre had opened. We were both dressed in skirts and blouses and Babs had told me to take my nipple piercings out. Both sides of the double fronted shop had female mannequins in the window, each was just a torso with no head or arms and was cut off above knee, they were specifically designed for displaying bras and corsetry. Those on the left were dressed in very utilitarian and uninspiring corsetry obviously designed for the much older woman, but the right hand window attracted my attention, the lingerie and corsets on display here were much more to my taste, with plenty of lace and satin on view. "OK lets go in, maman brought me here for my first bra" Babs said grinning. Inside would have been very intimidating for any man to enter, it was an emporium to the female form. I would doubt if any man had ever gone into this shop voluntarily or by himself. I had spent many an enjoyable time with Babs wandering round lingerie departments and shops and had even bought items myself when cross dressed. There was that one occasion when Babs had forced me to buy a bra and knickers set when dressed normally which was still embarrassing to recall. This shop was not designed for browsing or serve yourself. All the stock was in the glazed display cupboards behind the glass topped and fronted counters which stood on either side of the shop and contained smaller items such as unboxed bras, knickers, tights and stockings. On the back wall was a door marked "fitting rooms" and on the wall either side of the door were two signs, one proclaiming that Silhouette was an agent for Rigby and Peller Corsetieres to the queen, and the other stated that Silhouette were registered importers of Rago corsetry. The shop was owned and run by two spinster sisters, Hilary and Judith both of indeterminate age. Hilary had a tape measure draped round her neck smiled at us as we went in and greeted us with "Oh how nice to see you Miss Bernadette we haven't had the pleasure of seeing you for some months, I suppose you young girls are tempted by the frippery sold in these new fangled boutiques and the department stores. I was only saying to your mother a couple of weeks ago we wondered if you would be coming to see us soon." Babs laughed in reply and introduced me to Hilary as her friend Eve. "Maman has sent us as we both have nice new dresses and need something suitable for underneath them." This was news to me! "I see" the woman replied, well you know how we work here Miss Bernadette first we must measure you, so are you happy to use one fitting room or do you require separate rooms?" Babs said it was fine to use one room. "Then if you and Miss Eve, would like to go into the fitting rooms and take your blouses off I will be right in." In the fitting room I looked at Babs but she just grinned and took her blouse off and indicated I should do the same and said "Here's another fine mess I've gotten you into" as we stood there our bras and skirts. Hilary came in with two Rolodex cards one blank and one with Babs name on it. "So first you Miss Eve we will measure you and put you into our records." As I stood there in my bra every dimension of my bust was measured with professional efficiency, along with my waist, hips and a measurement from the bottom of my bra to my waist and then from my waist to about a third of the way down my thigh, she then ran her fingers under the band and straps of my bra I was wearing tugging it slightly testing the fit. Hilary then said "don't be embarrassed dear just slip your straps down and uncover yourself I want to see your natural shape." Blushing bright red I obeyed exposing my naked breasts with Babs stood behind her grinning at me, this reminded me of being examined by Prof Jane. "outward pointing" Hilary commented to herself and made a note on my card. She then said to me "thank you dear you can cover yourself up now." All my dimensions were noted on the card and I was now in their system. Hilary then did a few quick measurements on Babs to confirm their records were still accurate. We put our blouses back on and went back into the shop. Hilary informed me I was on standard measurement a 34B but sometimes I could be a 32C or a 36A depending on the make or design. Up till now I had no idea what we were buying Babs had refused to tell me but then Babs said "Maman suggests we get a light corselette to go under our new dresses." My heart leapt with anticipation. "Very wise" Hilary agreed. "I do hate to see good money spent on an outfit for it to be spoilt by the lumps and bumps of cheap underwear. We have a brand new range of foundation wear made by Simone P?r?le designed especially for the younger woman, I am sure your mother would approve as they are made in France." Hilary then went behind the counter and selected two boxes from one of the cupboards. "Now this one is for you Miss Bernadette a 34B, Hilary said handing her a box "and this one is for you Miss Eve as you have a measurement of seven inches from your bust to your waist this means you have a long body so I have given you a 36A" handing me the other. As we got undressed I said to Babs in a panicky whisper "will she want to come back in and see them on?', Babs told me yes she would but not to worry as I had to keep my on my knickers when trying on underwear so my gaff would be hidden. It was a bit awkward doing up the fastening at the gusset but soon we both stood there in our all in one corselettes. I loved the sensation of my body being covered in silky stretchy material. I had to have it, it was wonderful, I loved the feel of the gentle squeeze on my body. It was Like my CV but with my breasts instead of being hidden and flattened, they were celebrated, supported and cosseted in lace cups. Hilary came in and inspected us and advised me to loosen the shoulder straps a little but announced they were both a good fit. Although it had been an exciting experience I was glad as we walked out the door with our new purchases and that my first visit to Silhouette over. "Well you have another piece for your lingerie drawer, it's getting more like maman's Babs joked, and she was not wrong. Now relaxed I took more notice of what was displayed in the window. There were some pieces of very pretty lingerie I had never seem in a main stream store. I noticed four mannequins in a row advertising the Simone P?r?le lingerie with variations of what we had just bought, each getting shorter as you went along the row. The first was like ours but had an OBG bottom and was the longest and I was pretty sure I had seen one similar in Camille's lingerie drawer, next was what we had bought, the next although like ours was boned and finished at the flair of the hips with much longer suspenders and a matching pair of knickers. I asked Babs what that was "it is called a torsolette Babs explained. "You would only wear something like that with a very formal dress like a ball gown or wedding dress. Maman hasn't got one of those I think it's a bit too modern and sexy. I know!, if you decide to be Hazel's brides maid instead of Rosy's best man I will buy one of those to go under your brides maids dress!" The last mannequin had a strapless version of the torsolette but which finished at the midriff. "That is a bustier" Babs said pointing to it, "maman has a couple of those, it is really like a long line strapless bra but the bit of boning making it more secure and is great for an off the shoulder evening dress." As we walked back to the flat I thought to myself "well you learn something every day and there was plenty of things there I can put on my birthday and Christmas present list, Vive la France!" When wearing female underwear being a male had one advantage. I loved my OBG but it could be awkward when I needed to go to the ladies. Changing from quaffing large bottles of Newkie Brown to sipping a more ladylike G&T or Bacardi and coke meant I didn't need to pee very often when out cross dressed but sometimes nature just calls. I had no idea how women coped with an OBG but I worked out my own way. I would pull my skirt or dress up to my waist, roll the OBG down to below my gaff, release myself from the gaff and then pee standing as any male would while keeping my dress or skirt away from the stream, reversing the operation to redress myself. I came adept at adjusting my stockings by feel as my skirt or dress would block my view. When wearing a suspender belt it wasn't necessary for me to wear my knickers over the suspenders as was usual for women, I could pull my knickers down far enough to pee standing up. In tights I usually peed as any girl would sitting down and it had become such a habit I and even peed like this when dressed normally. So how would I pee in the corselette? I could wear stockings with the corselette as it came with removable suspenders or tights but it didn't affect how I peed, being a male had its advantages I could pull the gusset of the corselette to one side and just get on with it. Afternoon Tea One evening Babs was on the phone to her mother and happen to mention we were spending Saturday doing the garden as it was looking a bit untidy from the winter. So the next day saw me very casually dressed in a sweater and denim skirt and a bit makeup giving the lawn its first mow of the season while Babs was weeding the borders. I was cross dressed which was unusual for me when we were just at home but usual for gardening because we did Maud's at the same time and it was easier to put on a skirt and keep Maud happy and now I had fitted security measures we couldn't get any surprise visitors. The door bell must have rung but Babs and I hadn't heard it because of the noise from the Flymo. I turned from having my back to the flats and was preparing to do another stripe with the mower and I looked up to see Camille and Maud stood on Maud's patio holding a tray of bedding plants each. Camille had been to the local nursery to get some plants for us put in the boarders and getting no reply from us had rung Maud's door bell. Although Camille had not insisted I stop cross dressing we never pushed our luck and flaunted it in front of her, in fact the last time she had seen me crossed dressed was that time in the park. So I was shocked and worried to see her stood there. However Camille completely ignored the fact I was wearing a skirt and tights as she offered her cheek to me to be kissed hello, she then put her tray of annuals down on our patio and went inside. Camille went back into Maud