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AYESHA Chapter 6 "They really did! They really did!" cried Jill, my girlfriend, as she unzipped the sissy sack, saw the ruffled, flustered pair of us entwined in one another's arms, all messed up 'bed time hair', smudged lipstick, tangled underwear and guilty expressions as we blinked up at the sight of Jill dressed in a charcoal silk knee length dressing gown with a cup of coffee in one hand. "But of course. Sissies find it impossible to restrain their natural impulses," said Emma as she draped an arm around Jill's slim waist, much to my shock. It looked far too cosy and personal an embrace, and the fact that Emma too was wearing a matching charcoal silk knee length dressing gown added to my growing suspicions. It looked like both girls had slept over in Louise's flat last night, but there weren't exactly a lot of beds to go round. Surely Emma hadn't slept with my girlfriend? No! That wasn't possible. "Morning sissies," said Emma with a smile as she carried on unzipping the sissy sack. Then suddenly Jill shrieked and jumped back a couple of steps, looking all shocked. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" For a horrible moment I thought she had suddenly recognised me as I lay there, all post coital bliss, alongside the soft, lovely, sensual lingerie clad body of Louise, but no. "They're both sticky! Ugh Sticky!" She pointed, and of course she was referring to the strings of wet semen dripping down our inner thighs, for we had each come several times during the night, unbelievably turned on by one another's close proximity, and the touch of all that silk and lace. I had tried to resist. I had tried so hard, but then in the darkness Louise had kissed me, and I found myself helpless, unable to push her away. It was dark and she was softly perfumed, and she felt so good, and I had an uncontrollable erection that I could do nothing about, and... I think I blushed bright red as Emma now examined the porridge like dribbles of semen stuck to the inside of the sleep sack. "Tut tut, who's been a naughty girl then, hmm? What was all that about 'oh no, I'm not turned on by Louise! I wouldn't have sex with her! Oh no, not innocent little me. Not when I have a faithful girlfriend who loves me..." I squealed helplessly as Emma said that. Jill noticed, but of course she had no idea that Emma was referring to her. "You have a girlfriend?" she looked shocked and then angry at the thought that I had been unfaithful to someone. "That's disgusting! I had no idea. Last night I was really supportive of you, even though I don't really understand this whole men wanting to dress as girls thing, but then I thought, I mean, I naturally assumed you were single! But you have a girl friend? I mean... does she know about this..." "Sadly she doesn't," said Emma soothingly. "I think she'd be distraught if she found out. Can you imagine your reaction if, for example, you found out that Rob had been secretly dressing up as a girl, and then seeking out casual sex with other transgender girls behind your back?" "I'd be furious!" exclaimed Jill. "If I thought Rob had lied to me, been unfaithful to me..." "I know, I know," said Emma, soothingly as she stroked Jill's hair. "But is he really likely to do something like that?" "No, of course not. I'm sure I'd know. I would have spotted the signs over the last year or so." She giggled for a moment. "I mean, he'd probably have tried on some of my clothes and underwear, yes?" "It's possible," said Emma with a grin as she gazed at me from behind Jill's back. "Unless maybe he did what you say some cross-dressers do, and they buy their own clothes and hide them away from their girl friend, under the bed or in a cupboard somewhere in a bag. I mean, it's not as if I go through his things..." "Sometimes it's just a cry for help you know," said Emma wistfully as she continued to smile at me without Jill seeing. "Oh? How so?" "Well, it's quite sad really. They so desperately want to wear girl clothes and be a girl, but they feel so guilty that they don't dare tell the one person in life who means the most to them, for fear of rejection. And so, with the pent up desires that they can't ignore, they're forced to seek out other transgender girls to fill the aching void. It's tragic really. If only they told their girlfriend the truth. Many girlfriends would at least appreciate the honesty." "I suppose. But I couldn't have a boyfriend who was a sissy." Jill shook her head. "I want a real man." "Of course you do," said Emma, mischievously, "but remember what I said to you last night. Having a faithful sissy who is devoted to you has so many advantages, and it doesn't preclude you from having a real man in your bed to satisfy your more urgent needs. And after all, don't forget that sissies can be trained really well to bring you to orgasm with their tongues. They get really good at that once they're securely locked up in their little chastity belts. Talking of which..." Emma looked around for the belts that Louise and I had been wearing before we were tied together in the sissy sack. "Ah, here they are. Such small little things really." They jingled in her hand - a matching pair. "Size zero- zero-zero." "That kind of sounds small," said Jill as she gazed at them. "Wow, yes, they are small. Are they really the correct size?" "Why don't you look for yourself," said Emma with another smile. And so Jill did. "Come on, 'Jill'. You know, I'm not really happy you have the same name as me. I don't think that's right somehow. I think you need to change it. Anyway, budge up a bit, I just want to take a look..." My girlfriend slid my hips away from Louise's so she could get a good look at my now flaccid penis. After having come three times during the night, it was now looking very small and lifeless. Even smaller than it usually was. I squirmed, feeling humiliated that it might be seen like this. "Oh God, it is small." Jill put her hand to her mouth. "I hate to say this, but you're just as small as my boyfriend." I blushed red again under my smudged makeup. Small! "Rob is really that small?" said Emma with interest as she peered in too. She of course was already very familiar with the size of my sexual organs. "Oh yes, well, that's size zero-zero-zero. Smaller than size zero-zero, but not quite as small as size zero-zero-zero-zero." "Are all the sizes multiple variations of zero?" asked Jill, thinking now that I might perhaps not be quite so small after all. "No, the size range goes up to eight," said Emma with a cruel smile. Eight?! I couldn't believe that! That couldn't be true! No way! 'Two' maybe, if I was a zero-zero-zero, but surely not eight! What were the increments supposed to be? Fractions of millimetres? "Oh, then that means... that means Rob would also be a size zero-zero- zero?" "I'm afraid so," said Emma. "If his penis is roughly the size of Jill's here?" "It is. And we really need a different name for Jill. I don't like a sissy having my name." She gazed down at me. "Especially a sissy who lies and cheats on her girlfriend." "Well, that's easy enough," said Emma as she reached into the sleep sack, took up Louise's small, flaccid penis and easily slid it into the chastity sheath. She clicked it shut to the sound of a soft whimper from Louise who didn't dare in any way resist that re-caging. "We just rename her. It's that simple." "We can do that?" said Jill in surprise. "But of course. That's part of the fun of owning a sissy. You decide on everything, not just the clothes and the attentive behaviour. What would you like to call her? Think of a suitable name." And while I watched, and while I waited for some pronouncement from my girlfriend, Emma reached down next for my penis. "Please... I hate being in that thing," I whimpered softly. "Are you going to be difficult?" asked Emma. "Will I have to bend you over the bed and beat that pink little bottom of yours with a willow cane, hmm?" "No, Miss Reid," I whimpered. "Are you going to be a good sissy?" "Yes, Miss Reid." After a meaningful stare I added, "I'm going to be a good sissy, Miss Reid." And so I lay there, afraid of what she might say to Jill if I struggled or resisted in any way. I lay there as my penis was squeezed back into its tight, cruel sheath, and I felt the locking clasp slip back into place with a metallic click. "There. All safe and sound," said Emma as she patted my bottom. "See how easy it is, Jill?" she said to my girlfriend who seemed lost in thought. "Kelly. I want to call her Kelly," said Jill after a while, gazing down at me. "Then she's Kelly now." Emma threaded a silver chain through the keys to the two chastity belts and hung the keys about her neck like a necklace. My eyes watched as the tiny keys descended into the tempting valley between those two luscious breasts that were just about visible underneath the charcoal silk dressing gown. She turned to me and said, "Tell Jill what your new sissy name is." "Kelly," I said quietly. "I'm Kelly." "Oh God, this is so weird!" said Jill as she clapped her hands in delight. "I've just given a sissy a name!" "Yes you have.Why not see what else you can do? Send the girls off to make our breakfast... once they've freshened up a bit. As you pointed out just now... they are a little bit... sticky..." "Stop jostling me!" I said as my pantied ass bumped into Louise's in the tiny bathroom. We were both there trying to gain a place beside the overhead mirror set above the sink, having showered together. And to my horror I had felt turned on by sharing a shower with Louise, especially when she insisted on soaping me, turning me about and kissing my shoulders. Luckily we were both tightly locked up and so no evidence of my arousal could be seen, though I think Louise understood from the breathless timbre of my voice as we washed, exactly how I might be feeling. We were desperately trying to get our makeup done quickly, so as not to keep Miss Reid and Miss Clifton waiting. I hated that I was now expected to call Jill, my girlfriend, Miss Clifton, but Louise warned me what might happen if I didn't. "Ayesha must be obeyed in all things, Kelly. You should know that by now. You don't want to feel her willow cane on that pink bottom of yours do you?" she said sweetly as she pulled the thin bits of silk underwear about my hips and body again. "No, please not that..." "It's okay honey, just do as I tell you, call Miss Reid's pretty friend, Miss Clifton, help me make the breakfast, be a good little attentive sissy, and there's no reason for you to feel ten sharp stinging swipes of the cane this morning." I trembled, and whimpered as Louise concentrated now on correcting my eye makeup. "You've got so much to learn, Kelly. I suppose Miss Reid will expect me to teach you." She sighed. "As if I haven't got enough to do around here these days." She tapped my nose with the tip of her makeup bush to bring me back to full attention as I think my mind was drifting away, for yes, I was making a mess of my own makeup, so the ever patient Louise helped show me how to apply it, correcting the mistakes I made. "Makeup is such fun, Kelly, once you get the hang of the basics. It's an art really, and so rewarding. Get the makeup right, wear something that shows off your legs or your soon to be perky breasts, and you'll have the men drooling after you." "But I don't want men drooling after me!" "Hush!" She tapped me on the nose again with the tip of the brush. "You're just a silly sissy who right now doesn't know what she does want. You haven't felt a big stiff cock sliding into your greased bottom, so you don't know what you're missing yet. After you've had your first sissy orgasm, you'll be begging and climbing the walls for another. You'll see." I was surrounded by insane people! Louise was obviously as mad as Emma was. And at this rate Jill was going to be sucked up into the madness too. We made breakfast for the girls after we finished cleaning ourselves up. I gazed at myself again in the hall mirror and I had to admit Louise knew what she was doing. I looked amazing. Truly amazing. I touched my cheek and marvelled at how dewy and smooth the foundation was, how dramatic my eyes were, and how big my lips now looked. Louise had brushed out my ruffled up wig that had suffered terrible inside the sissy sack until the hair shone and she arranged it back on my head. I actually looked beautiful. And I was still dressed in the soft silky underwear, adding to the erotic picture I now saw of myself. We served the girls breakfast while still in our underwear, much to Jill's delight as she giggled at the fully made up sight of us. They chatted for a while as they ate, but I noticed Jill seeming to get quite excited by the possibilities Emma was putting to her. My ears pricked up as Emma told her it was going to be a big day for me. "First we're taking her to get long silky blonde hair extensions put in, so she won't have to wear wigs any more, and then I'm going to use my contacts to book her in for breast surgery this afternoon. Just perky little A cups. She can always go bigger at a later date, but it's important she has real breasts that she can call her own, no matter how small. No! In all the excitement this morning I had forgotten the bet that I had so obviously lost The extensions were one thing - I could always have them taken out and give myself a buzz cut to get rid of the dyed hair, but A cup breast implants? How would I hide those? I'd have to wear baggy tops at the very least, and if Jill saw them, how could I explain away such obvious (though slight) breast development, especially with the operation marks? True, the implants could be taken out, but that was beside the point. And yet my life would be ruined if I opposed Emma now. I would lose Jill and be the laughing stock of everyone I knew. I'd have to leave and hide away in some far off place where no one knew me. I knew enough to know that breast enhancement surgery could be done the same day and that a patient could go home soon after, but where was Emma getting the money for something like this? She was a student after all like me. Was she somehow wealthy? It was a mystery to me. "She's going to look sweet with perky teenage size breasts," said Jill as she drank from her second cup of coffee. "Though I'm still pissed with her to know she's being unfaithful to a girl somewhere." -------------------------------------------------- "Please don't make me do this..." I whimpered to Emma as I sat in the hairdresser's chair later on that morning being fussed over by a salon girl called Beatrice. I wasn't referring to the hair extensions of course - they were already under way, and I would very shortly have long blonde hair that Emma had instructed Beatrice to cut into a swishy teenage girl style. No, I was referring to the breast operation which she had just booked with a clinic she seemed to know very well. "You lost the bet," said Emma as she sat nearby, flicking through a copy of Marie Claire. "Suck up the consequences. Now what do you think of these summer skirts?" she asked showing me the two page photographic spread. "I think you could really rock the pink checked mini-skirt with white strappy block heels?" I whimpered again. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. The long swishy hair was being cut with a long fringe that suited my cheek bones, and made me look very feminine in a Taylor Swift kind of way. "It's okay I suppose." I glanced at the skirt and imagined it with white strappy block heels. Yes, it was quite pretty. On a girl, that is. "We'll get it on the way to the clinic. My treat because you're being such a brave sissy today." My girlfriend, Jill, was seated in one of the other salon chairs facing a wall ninety degrees away from mine. It was possible for me to glance to my right and catch sight of the back of her head in the swivel chair as a salon stylist snipped and styled, but every time I did so I was told by my own stylist, Beatrice, to sit still. "I can't have you moving your head, Kelly," she said with a frown. From the way she had warmly greeted Emma when we arrived together, it seemed that Beatrice knew Miss Reid very well indeed. And from the salon banter earlier on when she asked me various small talk questions, I gathered she did Louise's hair on a regular basis. So this was where Emma Reid took her sissies to be styled? Emma had suggested Jill took the opportunity to get her own hair done at the same time, and after I had been seated, Jill took a chair with Krissy. It came as no surprise to me that Krissy also knew Emma, and I was beginning to wonder just how many people Emma knew around these parts. When Jill had picked up the ring binder containing a wealth of hair styles to look at, Emma simply closed its plastic covers and took it away from Jill's hands. "I know just the cut for you," she said with a smile. "What sort of cut?" Jill looked a bit unsure as Emma patted her on the shoulder. "Trust me. It's my treat. You're going to look lovely." "Well, I'm very particular about my hair, Emma, and..." "It's not a request, Jill." There it was, that tone of command in her voice. Understated but firm, the tone she had used so many times with me, a tone that now made me shiver each time I heard it - the tone of She Who Must Be Obeyed. Jill laughed nervously, but when Emma didn't say anything in response, Jill then simply nodded. "Okay - surprise me. But I don't want anything short." "It won't be short." Emma walked over to where Krissy was prepping her things and she gave a series of instructions. I couldn't hear any of it, and I don't think Jill was paying particular attention either. And so we settled down like two ordinary girls, and let the salon experts do their job. It wasn't just the hair though. Before Beatrice even began to add the hair extensions, Emma told her to do my nails, and so I sat at a nail bar, wincing as premium shellac semi-permanent nails were glued to my fingers. They would need special treatment to remove and were long enough that I knew I'd have problems doing simple enough things like undoing a zip. They were pink and very pretty, but my mind reeled at the thought that I wouldn't be able to remove them without going to another salon where no doubt I'd have to explain why a grown man was going around with professional pink false nails. By the time Beatrice was finished with me, I had a full on Taylor Swift hair style. Looking at myself in the mirror it was impossible to tell where my real hair ended and the hair extensions took over. With the professional makeup that Louse applied I looked gorgeous. I think I must have gasped when I saw the finished result. "Going shopping afterwards?" asked Beatrice as she began packing away her things. I nodded glumly, knowing Emma wanted to get me some girl clothes. I couldn't take my eyes from the mirror. It was astonishing how feminine I now looked. I turned my head from one side to the other and ran my hand through my new locks. They felt silky, soft, much better than the wig hairs did. No wonder Jill didn't recognise me, looking like this. "There, all finished," said Krissy as she too seemed satisfied with Jill's restyle. "What do you think?" she asked. "It's lovely. Really suits my cheek bones. I wouldn't have dreamt of a style like this, but, you know, it really suits me." I looked to my right but could only see Jill's head from the back, and from the angle I sat I couldn't see her reflection in the salon mirror. "Kelly, take a look at me," said an excited Jill as she turned her chair round to face me, and as she did her jaw dropped in shock, as I think did mine, for she now had a lovely Taylor Swift style hair cut with a fringe. "Oh God!" Her hands went to her face as she realised that not only was the cut identical to mine, but now too was the colour. Our faces were hardly identical, but I now noticed that we had similar cheekbones and so our features looked similar enough, now that I was wearing full makeup, for the effect to be very pronounced. "You've got the same hair as me!" she squealed in dismay. "You've got the same hair as me!" I said, stating the bloody obvious back at her. "You both look lovely," said Emma as she paid Beatrice and Krissy for the cuts. "This is embarrassing," said Jill as she gazed at me. "God, we look so much the same!" It was true enough - there was of course the difference in our clothes. Jill wore skinny jeans and pumps and a dark cream batwing style top, whereas I wore the clothes Emma had dressed me in when she had taken me to meet Jill as she arrived by train - blouse, women's tan high waisted slacks and shoes. I knew however that my time in pants was drawing to a close as Emma continued to consider skirts in my future. "Nonsense," said Emma with a smile. "You said yourself the hair style looks good on you. People will simply think you're sisters, if they think anything at all. Now, looking at the time I think we have a couple of hours to do some shopping before our little sissy gets to have her first pair of real breasts. Shall we?" And so half an hour later we were in the John Lewis department store in Oxford Street where Emma had located the pink checked skirt that she had seen in the fashion magazine. She held it up to the light for me to see. "This is so you, Kelly." It was short, in an A-line style, with large checks as a pattern. The material was fitted rather than stretch, with a mid waist band. Emma plucked a white blouse from a rail to go with it. She had already found some white strappy block heels and a pink hand bag to complete the look. "Now scoot into the changing rooms and try it all on." I took the clothes and made my way, heart beating quickly, into the women's changing area. There were several girls there stepping into or out of the individual booths, their arms full of potential purchases. I scampered quickly into one of the vacant booths and drew the curtain closed, wishing it was actually a solid door of some kind. In my nervous paranoia I was still expecting people to suss out that I was in fact a man, with the humiliating consequences that might follow, but gazing at myself again in the wall length mirror, I couldn't imagine how they might guess, so long as I kept my mouth shut. My voice would give me away, of that I had no doubt, but provided I didn't speak... It was quite a nice skirt, actually, now that I looked at it closely. I hung the silky blouse up on a hook and placed the strappy shoes on the upholstered seat. Yes, actually, it was a lovely skirt. I could well imagine how good, say, Jill might look in a short A-line skirt of this kind, not that I'd have much chance of getting her to wear one. Light blue would be more her colour though I thought. Light blue but with the same large checks. The shoes would still match, though she'd need a different colour handbag, and perhaps... Why was I thinking about co-ordinating women's clothes? What was wrong with me? I pouted at myself in the mirror and was amazed that the sulky pout also looked feminine. I swished my head back and forth, seeing the long hair move naturally, unlike wig hair, and the medium size hoop earrings jingle as I did so. I suddenly felt aroused and horny gazing at myself and my hands swept down to feel the hard, inflexible steel restraint I was sadly locked into. I suddenly had an unfathomable desire to see what I looked like in the skirt. It was pretty after all. Sitting down on the upholstered seat ledge beside the strappy shoes, I wriggled the tight black slacks down my ass, hips and legs and eventually peeled them away. I was wearing ten denier flesh coloured tan tights underneath the slacks because Emma had told me to. I guess she had been of a mind to buy me a skirt and it would then save time if I was already wearing nylons. I slid the skirt up my legs and fastened the single side button and then, feeling just a little giddy, I fumbled with my long nails until I was able to do up the zip. It was a perfect fit, comfortably snug around my high waist, and then subtly flaring out from below the hips in an A-line style. I suddenly wanted to see the whole combination and so I plucked the blouse from the hanger, pushed my arms through it, buttoned it up as far as it would go (where there would be two last buttons on a man's shirt, the blouse was designed to be left open around the neckline) and then I tucked it in under the skirt waist band. It looked good. Damn it, it looked really good, and I felt even more aroused as I sat back down to put the block heels on first my right foot and then the left. I stood up, feeling that giddy sense of excitement when you're in heels and you feel your calves arch, extending the length of your legs, shaping them taut and making you feel sexy. I hardly wanted to admit it to myself but I did feel sexy in a short A- line skirt and block heels. I turned to the left and right, blowing pretend kisses to myself since I was hidden away with no one to see. And then I suddenly remembered the off pink hand bag - more of a shoulder bag really, and so I slung that over my right shoulder and pretended I was walking down the high street. I blushed, suddenly remembering who I was, and how demeaning this actually was. I was being forced to do this! I didn't want to do this! I was a man! This wasn't right! I looked at myself again and sobbed quietly. This was getting rapidly out of control. There had to be some way out of this madness without Emma telling Jill who I was, and ruining my reputation at University. I sniffed and tried to bring myself back under control. I would think of something. Of course I would think of something. But in the meantime I knew Emma wanted to see me in my outfit. I took a deep breath and parted the curtain. The changing room seemed clear, with the only women inside all curtained off in their own enclosures. Leaving my other clothes inside my alcove, I walked quietly to the front of the changing room and stepped back out onto the department store floor where Emma and Jill were waiting. I saw Emma first and as she nodded, took a few steps in my white strappy block heels, pirouetted on the balls of my feet and took a few steps back again before turning finally to face her. "Beautiful, Kelly," she said in admiration. "Really beautiful. We'll take them. What do you think, Jill?" She nodded now to Jill who I hadn't at first noticed, standing a few feet away. And the reason I hadn't immediately noticed Jill was because she no longer wore the skinny fit jeans, pumps and bat wing top. No, for it seemed I wasn't the only girl being treated to new clothes today. I stood there gasping in astonishment at my lovely girlfriend, for she now wore a variation of my own outfit. In her case it was a light blue A-line skirt from the same range, with the same large checks, and with it was the same silky white blouse, the same white strappy block heels, and an equivalent handbag of the same design as mine, though light blue in colour rather than off pink. With our matching Taylor Swift hair cuts we now looked like a contrasting pair of near-identical girls out shopping together. Jill fidgeted where she stood, for she knew what was happening. Emma had no doubt surprised her and instructed her to get changed into the similar clothes while I pranced around in front of the mirror in my own cubicle. "Aren't you both lovely," said Emma with a smile. "The softest of pinks and blues..." Jill didn't say anything. "I'll just go and pay for the outfits. No need to get changed, either of you, I like you like that, I'll simply take some equivalent items for scanning at the cash registers. There's quite a queue, so I may be a while. Play nicely now." Jill waited until Emma disappeared from view and then she burst out laughing. "What was I thinking? She''s just incredibly persuasive. I really don't know how to say no to her." Jill gazed down at her long legs, made even longer now by the cut of the A-line skirt and the block heels. "Look at us! People are going to think we're... she did an inverted commas gesture with two fingers from each hand, "Best Friends Forever - same hair cuts and variations on the same outfits. I feel ridiculous." "It's a pretty skirt though..." I said as I fingered the hem line of the A-line skirt. It really did look nice. I mean, obviously I didn't want to wear a skirt. Of course I didn't want to wear a skirt! It was so wrong that I should be made to wear a skirt, but if I had to wear a skirt, I mean, really had to wear a skirt, then I suppose this was a sexy skirt to wear. "It is, isn't it," said Jill quietly as she slung her light blue handbag over her shoulder in imitation of the way my pink one was slung. "Hey, look, if people are going to think we're best friends forever while we're standing here, how about we get a milkshake in the caf? while we're waiting? Bloody Emma - she can pay for it too when she gets back. Come on. Kelly and Jill. Milk shakes - what do you say?" I said yes, and I felt a thrill as Jill, unknown to her, my girlfriend, took my hand and we walked in our white strappy block heels over to the caf? where we found a table, sat down, and when the waitress came over, we ordered two big frothy milkshakes. "Chocolate for me, strawberry for you," said Jill as she slid mine towards me. I plucked a straw from the side and slid it into my milkshake. Jill prompted me to talk about girlie things for a while, which was a real struggle, and I desperately tried to think of something to say on the subject of clothes, shoes and bags, all of which she thought I'd be interested in. I sipped my milkshake through the straw as we talked and it tasted really good. Even more surprising I found myself enjoying some quality time with Jill. There had been times in the past when, I don't know, when the weight of expectations in our relationship had put a strain on things, when I had been bored around her except for the times we'd have sex, and even then it wasn't always a case of I wanted sex the same time she did, and that too put a strain on things sometimes, but now, here in the department store, we were suddenly like Best Friends Forever, and I found myself talking to her once we skipped the opening topics of this season's shoes. I was able to talk to her as a girl in a way that I never could as Rob, more so since she didn't seem to know who I really was. And I found myself enjoying her company more than I had done for quite some time.I had forgotten how funny she could be, how she'd wrinkle her eyes and the bridge of her nose when she laughed in THAT way, and how flustered she'd get when she tried to tell a funny story and forgot one or more of the trivial details, frustratingly then detouring the story off into something else entirely. I found myself laughing with her, and perhaps enjoying my time with her in a way I had only done in those first few weeks when we'd originally met. "I shouldn't be talking to you, you know," said Jill after a while. "You're cheating on a girl. I hate that kind of thing." I felt incredibly small as she said that. I felt disgusted with myself, because the truth was I had tried to get off with Emma Reid behind Jill's back, and it hadn't been the first time. I had been an absolute shit. A first class shit. Looking at my beautiful Jill now, hearing her laugh in such a relaxed and care free way, I tried to imagine what the hell I had been thinking to betray her trust in the way I did. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of love for her, but dressed as a girl called Kelly, there was no way I might express it. "Miss Reid has mentioned a few times that you have a boyfriend?" I said, cautiously as I played with my straw and crossed my legs at the ankles under the table. Jill nodded. "His name is Rob. We've been together a while now. We're having problems." She nodded to herself. "I don't think he realises. He's just floating around in this world of his own that doesn't have space for me, hung up on his own self gratification and oblivious to my needs, and to be honest..." she glanced up, now playing with her own straw, "I mean, talking girlie to sissy here, he needs to pay more attention in the bedroom, you know." I swallowed my dismay hearing this. "How so?" I said in a subdued voice. "Well, he doesn't have much in the way of foreplay, you know. He's just straight in when he feels like it. I need more than that. He's as small as you are, Kelly. No offence - I suppose since you're a sissy you're quite happy being small. I mean, you probably would like to be rid of that thing between your legs all together, but in Rob's case, the size of his thing means the missing foreplay is even more important. He just doesn't get it." "How would you feel if... if... he was unfaithful to you somehow?" "Rob? I'd rip his balls off. God, I'd make his life hell. I hate men who cheat on girls. You're lucky I'm even talking to you." I moaned softly, which Jill mistook for personal dismay at being criticised. "Okay, I don't know your circumstances. Maybe your girlfriend is a bitch or something. I shouldn't pre-judge without knowing the facts. I just know about Rob. He was my first you know. Actually... I've never told him this, but my only one. I was a virgin when we met, only my hymen wasn't intact due to riding as a teenager. He doesn't know." I gazed up in surprise, nearly coughing in my milkshake. "I want more, Kelly. But I think we're drifting apart. I don't know what to do. It's so easy for you - you're a sissy - you just play around with your sissy friends and you get off being told what to do. Your life must be so fantastic for you. All you dream about is wearing heels and short skirts and playing around with makeup. Life must be great. As for me, I haven't heard from Rob in ages. The arrogant prick - can you believe this - when I got home there was a type written note from him waiting for me, saying he needed some space, he needed to clear his head and think about some things, and that he was going to disappear for a few weeks and take some time out to decide where this relationship is actually going." There were tears welling up in Jill's eyes as she said that. "Can you believe that? He didn't even bother to handwrite or sign it. Just took some things - including his fucking Playstation of course - and disappeared on his 'getting to know himself' thing. Would you treat someone like that?" I was dumb struck A type written note? That had to be Emma of course. I clenched my small fists under the table and tried to think straight. Jill thought I was gone for several weeks, and no doubt the University did too. "I know I keep coming back to this, Kelly, but it really pisses me off that you've been unfaithful to your girlfriend. There's something about you that makes me want to like you, and understand what you're going through, but then I keep coming back to what Emma told me earlier on today, that you have a significant other somewhere whom you've been lying to and cheating on. I really can't get past that. It's a red line for me, even though you seem pretty sweet otherwise. Hell, if it wasn't for that I could see us hanging out together occasionally." "Um..." I had no idea what I could say. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have with Jill. If she knew the truth about me now... "Okay this is what I'm going to do," said Jill as she finished her milkshake and pushed it to one side. "Intervention time!" She said it with a grand, self-deprecating flourish - something she did from time to time when she wanted to soften the blow. "You're going to sit down at some point soon and write a totally honest letter to this significant other of yours, and in it you're going to confess you've been unfaithful, but you'll explain all the reasons why, that you've secretly been a cross dresser who has dreamt of living life as a girl, and that you can't live a fake life without stockings and heels and dresses and skirts and makeup, and you're going to throw yourself completely on her mercy and hope she'll love you enough to keep you in her life in some capacity." I must have looked horrified at the idea. Jill of course had no idea that she was effectively telling me to confess everything in a letter to none other than herself. "I can't..." "Yes you can. Like I said, no ducking out of this - it's intervention time. You're either going to do that in your own time, but pretty damn soon, or... and you're not going to like this one bit - I'm going to tell Emma to speak to your girlfriend on your behalf and tell her in her own words what you've been up to. That's your choice, `Kelly, Either you do it, or Emma does it." Oh God, oh God, oh God... I was like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. This was a nightmare. She had no idea what she was saying... no idea at all! "Jill, please..." "No!" She raised her hand in a 'talk to the hand' kind of way, "my mind is made up. It's your choice. One or the other will happen. I'm going to tell Emma about this." "Did someone speak my name?" said Emma suddenly as she appeared at our table. "Well don't you both look like Best Friends Forever enjoying some quality milkshake time. Sorry to break up the moment, but we've got to get moving now, Kelly. Otherwise we're going to be late." I gazed up in numb bewilderment. "Your breast enhancement," said Emma with a smile. "Time to hit that clinic. You're going to be such a perky little sissy by this evening..."