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13. The dancer is hooked; and skint! While his father was being toyed with by Ms Thornbury, Matthew was spending another day with the dance troop. He still started the day red faced, appearing in front of all the girls in the blue leotard, black tights, ballet slippers and the flimsy skirt. He still needed the skirt, his body already half aroused from his enforced underwear regime. However, slipping into the leotard made him fully extend and the clear outline of his penis could be seen. The addition of the flimsy skirt made him look and feel girly but was less embarrassing than showing everyone how excited he was. Olivia was all smiles when they greeted each other that morning, Matthew was the same if not a little more muted. They chatted at every opportunity they had, Olivia tended to lead the discussion. Matthew of course was perhaps not so familiar with the feminine subjects but was eager to interact with her. He could not get away from the fact that he found her attractive, knowing that dressed as he was it would be impossible. She could never see him as boyfriend material. Matthew continued to work hard, Ms Short was a difficult woman to please but he did get nods of approval at times which gave him heart and spurred him on. He would constantly catch glimpses of himself in the mirror of the studio. He mostly ignored it paying more attention to Ms Short but every now and then he would see himself moving gracefully and with a feminine flamboyance. Every detail of how he should dance was drilled into him by his instructor. He knew he was covering for an absent girl and he knew the theatre moto 'Whatever it takes' so he kept to his task. Twice on his walk home he realised how he was walking, correcting himself then gragually he slipped back. Small narrow strides and an arm out and up at his side. He cringed inside everytime he caught himself acting like this. He would look around to see if anyone was watching him. He was trying hard to act like a normal young man but his body just kept adopting the feminine gait. At Ms Thornbury's house things would get more stressful for Matthew. "Hello Matilda," she greeting him with a smile. She watched him practically sashay up the steps into the hall. "Hello Ms Thornbury." "Have you had a good day?" she asked. "Yes, it was ok. Hard work but it was ok," he replied. "Oh good, now before you go scampering upstairs. Stand there, lift your arms up above your head," she instructed as she closed the front door. He did so very slowly, he could feel his jeans barely gripping his hips. "Lift your arms higher Matilda." He moved his arms up a couple of inches. "Higher Matilda, come on." Again he moved his arms up a little further. He felt and she watched as his jeans slipped from his waist to his knees. "Kick your trainers off and step out of your jeans please Matilda." He did so slowly "Please, Ms Thornbury can you let me keep them. I will buy some new jeans tommorrow." He remebered that he should have had his salary paid into his account. He had been so reliant on Ms Thornbury that he had forgotten all about his pay. "I did tell you Matilda, once those jeans fell from your hips I would put them in the bin. And that is just what I will do." As he stepped out of them, just bare black nyloned legs showing with the cream satin of his thong visible through them. "Please Ms Thornbury, this isn't fair. What will I wear?" his voice becoming more strained as his anxiety grew. "Well that is simple my little sissy girl......whatever I tell you to wear." "Please Ms Thornbury, please......I don't want to.....to wear ladies things in public." She ignored his pleading. "Take off your jacket Matilda." He did as instructed, hung it on the coat stand. "Ms Thornbury?" he questioned. He wanted her to answer him. "Take off your t-shirt Matilda." He again did as asked. She took it from him and she then picked up the jeans and trainers. "Go upstairs to your room Matilda." And she walked through to the kitchen. Matthew did as he was told, he was almost in tears from worry. He sat on his bed in just his thong and tights. Ms Thornbury appeared holding some clothing. She stepped over to his bed and placed the neat bundle to one side. She sat down next to him. "Matilda, you made a fuss over your nails being varnished. Has anyone said anything about them? "Yes," he replied softly. "Oh, and what did whoever it was say?" she enquired. "It was one of the dancers, Olivia. She said she liked them." "Well there you go, all that panicking and worrying over nothing" she said. "I suppose," he again said softly. "So when I give you some different clothing to wear in the morning you will not worry or panick or get flustered because nothing bad will happen." "But Ms Thornbury, my nails are a small thing, less noticable than clothing," his voice almost whinning. He was clearly stressed at the prospect. "Think about what I have said, trust me. Nothing bad will happen." Matthew just looked down at his feet. "Now let's get you dressed." And she picked up a cream bra and handed it to him. Without saying a word his slipped his arms through the straps and hooked it behind his back. He stood without prompting to fetch the breast forms and put them into the cups. "You do your make up and I'll be back in a minute," she said and left the room. Matthew still under a cloud applied his cosmetics. Loving his lipstick as it spread across his lips. He was admiring himself in the mirror, thinking about how he might do it differently as Ms Thornbury returned. He turned to see her, she had the long black boots he liked. He was already aroused from applying his lipstick but the sight of the boots sent a thrill through him. He was handed a blouse, the white material very thin and it had a lace peter pan collar. An inch of lace edging at the end of each long sleeve. The blouse secured at the back of the neck. Some shorts were next, it had a single front button fastener. He slipped his feet into them and pulled them up. The waist came up above his hips and he secured the button. The legs were very short but had an inch and a half of scallopped lace around each leg opening. Ms Thornbury helped him into the boots and he stood to look at himself in the mirror. He was instantly turned on, his penis hard and forcing its way upwards to make an obvious bulge. He soaked up his image, long black high heeled boots lead his eyes to the black nyloned thighs. The lacey shorts and blouse where he could clearly see the lace finish and straps of his bra, then up to his made up face. He could not help but bend his knee in, and he went to touch himself. "No Matilda," she said sharply. Her prevention only seemed to make him twitch. The denial of a touch. Thoughts again turned to his hair, the one obvious thing that ruined the illusion. Could he possibly want to change his hair style, that would be very obvious and very public. That would make a statement to everyone he passed. He couldn't do that he decided. He had forgotten for the moment about what he would be wearing to work tomorrow. Right now the pleasure won out and all he wanted to do was look at his reflection and masterbate. "You like?" Ms Thornbury asked. Without taking his eyes of the mirror he replied softly, "I love." She had him so hooked and she knew it. She had another little surprise for him. She collected his lipstick fron the dressing table. Then she produced a white handbag. It had a square base that tapered in from each side and front to back. The front had a large bow attached in the same creamy white fabric. Two handles were stitched onto each side of the bag. She opened the bag, popped the lipstick inside and handed the bag to him. Without being asked he slipped his right arm through the handles and held it at the crook of his elbow. "That my dear sissy Matilda is your very own handbag. You will keep it with you at all times. Is that clear." "Yes Ms Thornbury." He looked again at his image, now with the bag on his arm. 'Oh my god, you are such a little sissy' his own mind told him. It was such a thrill, he just couldn't help himself. "Come along Matilda." With a flushed red face he tottered after his landlady carrying his new bag. Later that evening with their meal eaten and the kitchen clean and tidy Matthew was asked to sit with Ms Thornbury in the dining room. "Right Matilda, as you reminded me earlier their is the matter of paying your board." "Of Course Ms Thornbury." "As was initially agreed, it is ?60 per week. Due to the pay dates we agreed that you would would pay monthly in line with you pay date, two weeks behind and two weeks up front. Unless of course it is a five week month." "Yes Ms Thornbury. I will withdraw your money next time I am in town." "Not so fast Matilda, I had not finished." "Oh, sorry Ms Thornbury." "There is also the matter of the items of clothing you have been wearing." There was a puzzled look on Matthews face. "I am not a charity Matilda, you have a number of clothing items that have been purchased on your behalf," she handed Matthew a sheet of paper with a list of items and the value against each one. He scanned over the list, Underwear, Bra, Playsuit, trousers black, Jumpsuit, Shorts, Blouse, Shoes, Boots amongst others. At the bottom a total of ?226.29. "In total Matilda you owe me ?466.29." "But Ms Thornbury, I had no idea you.........I mean that I....." "Oh come now Matilda, did you really think that all of your nice things came free of charge?" "Well err no, but I thought perhaps they were yours?" he replied. "Oh dear Matilda, can you really imagine me wearing those darling little shorts you have on?" Matthew looked down at the table and shook his head. "Ms Thornbury, I will not have enough money in my account to pay all of that back to you. Without checking I think I should have ?310. If you take all of that then I will not be able to buy a new pair of jeans." "Well Matilda, I expect you to pay me back all that you can," she took the sheet of paper back from him and did a quick calculation. "If you pay me ?310 then you will still owe ?156.29." "But Ms Thornbury I wanted to get a new pair of jeans," he said pleadingly. "Oh but Matilda, you do not need to worry about that. I have already got you some new trousers." "Oh,, I see. What are they like Ms Thornbury?" "They are black and plain, there is no need to worry," she said reassuringly. Matthew's worries eased a little but still the anxiety was there. Matthew faced another four weeks without any money and he still owed money to his landlady. Matthews evening did not finish quite as he hoped, he was sent to bed without his sexual release. Told quite clearly that he was not to touch himself. He lay in bed, a purple satin nightdress with thin shoulder straps. Lace edging across the bust and around the mid thigh hem. His head full of thoughts once more, 'what would he be wearing to work?' His finances and his growing desire to dress femininly. The thrill it gave him, the way it made him feel. If these feelings grew much more he wondered if he would ever want to dress masculine again. That in itself made him feel more anxious, but he could not help himself. 14. Life after jeans. Ms Thornbury was sat on his bed when he returned from the bathroom the following morning. He was nervous, subdued at the prospect of life after jeans. "Don't look so worried Matilda, I told you to trust me." He slipped out of his night dress and Ms Thornbury handed him a yellow lace thong. He slipped his feet into them and worked them up and into position. She then handed him a matching bra. "Please Ms Thornbury, not to work." "It will be covered Matilda, what is the problem?" "Really.......do I have to?" he whinned. "Matilda, if you do not put that bra on this instant then I will exchange the black trousers for something a little more .........feminine." She had a non nonsense look on her face. Reluctantly he slipped his arms through the straps and hooked it behind. 'The lace design is pretty' he thought. Ms Thornbury then produced two small flatish looking breast forms. "put them in Matilda," she instructed. He looked at her, his eyes pleading with her. "They are only little Matilda, they will not show." With trepidation he slipped them into place. They left the cups two thirds empty and they fell forward a little. "Here you go." And Ms Thornbury handed him a pair of nude tights. He wondered why she had changed from giving him black. His love for the clingy soft mesh was apparent as he eagerly put them on. The semi arousal almost instant. She then handed him a yellow t-shirt, it looked too small he thought. "I have t-shirts of my own Ms Thornbury," he challenged. "Yes, indeed you do Matilda. But none of them are suitable so you will not be wearing them," she said with a tone of finality. He did not like where this was going, but felt he had no choice. She was insistant and he knew the outcome when she put her foot down. He pulled the almost pastel yellow top over his head. He noted how stretchy the material was. He pushed his arms into the sleeves then pulled the garment down. Adjusting it he noted the sleeves stopped at mid forearm, the neck scooped from one shoulder to the other in a wide sweep. It only just covered the bra straps on his shoulders and the cups on his chest. His fears were realised, this was in no way a gender neutral t-shirt. It was cut clearly in a feminine style. He trembled as he took the black trousers, these were a thick stretchy material and as he pulled them up and over his tights they hugged every single part of him. The waist came up high to meet the yellow top and the legs stopped just above his ankles. He was silent, close to tears, and just looked at the floor. Ms Thornbury then gave him a pair of canvas slip on shoes, they were black with a white trim. "Go on, step into them," she urged in a calm manor. She could see and feel his anxiety at what she had imposed on him. "Matilda, you now have a full set of proper underwear. This is what a sissy wears every day, understand. This is what you will wear every day." Matthew nodded still looking down. "Now, tell me what worries you Matilda," she asked showing more compassion than normal. "All of it Ms Thornbury," his voice shaking. "Please......don't make me go out like this," he pleaded. "When you put your jacket on, will anyone see your top?" Matthew shook his head. "So if nobody can see your top, nobody can tell if you are wearing a bra." Matthew nodded his acceptance of her statement. "I gave you nude tights, so unless anyone looks very closely they will not notice your ankles. It will just look like you have gone sock free." He shrugged his shoulders. He could see her point but was not entirely convinced. "Well then my dear Matilda, I think you should be on your way." With his face red he trudged downstairs, put on his jacket and picked up his dance kit. "Before you leave Matilda." He turned to look at her. "Don'forget the money you owe me." "Of course, let me get my wallet." And went to go back up to his room. "No need Matilda, I have what you need right here." And she handed him a black purse with a metal ball clasp "your bank cards are in there." His mouth fell open, she had removed the contents of his wallet and put it into a ladies purse. Without another word he took the purse and slipped it into his kit bag and left the house. His walk to the theatre was uneventful but he could not help but keep looking round to see if anyone was paying him any attention. To his great relief there was nothing to worry about. So consumed with his new items of dress he neglected to even think about his pink painted nails and his walk. He practically minced his way to work with his hand up at his side. 15. Cherry gets a surprise call. Ms Thornbury picked up the phone and dialed. Sitting on a dining room chair using one hand to smooth the knee length black skirt under her. No answer came, she cancelled the call and thought for a second. She must be at work, the library. She went to her laptop that she kept in the cabinet in the spare room. She searched the internet, there was only one library in Matthew's home town, that made it easy. Back in the dining room she dialed once again while looking out of the bay window. "Ah good morning, would it be possible to talk to Cherry, Cherry Goodwilly?" "Errmm yes, let me find her for you." "Thank you so much," she said politely. She continued to stare out of the window while waiting. "Hello, how can I help?" came a voice. "Oh Hello, is that Cherry?" "Yes, can I ask who's calling?" "Yes of course I'm sorry. It's Constance Thornbury, I have your son staying with me." "Oh,...is everything ok, he's not in trouble is he?" she asked with a little panic in her voice. "Don't worry Cherry, everything is fine," she calmed her. "Good, I'm sorry, you caught me a bit offguard and I thought the worst for a second or two." "Not a problem, don't worry. Look I was thinking, when your husband visitied he explained that you had concerns that Matthew was ok. And of course your husband did I assume convey back to you that all was fine." "Oh yes, he did," she chipped in. "Good, well I was thinking that perhaps I should invite you over to visit. You can see where your son is staying. We can have lunch, you know I could really do with the company as I am alone almost every day and I would just love to meet you. What do you say?" "Oh errr well like I said you caught me offguard." "You can come during week can you?" she pressed. "Well yes, Thursdays the library is closed," she had said that it was possible not meaning to actually accept the invite." "Excellent, I'm so glad. This Thursday then, I'm looking forward to it already." "Y..yes o k" Cherry replied. She was feeling swept away with the conversation. "Let me know what time you are likely to get here." "Erm yes of course." "Bye for now, bye." "Bye." Ms Thornbury hung up the phone. Getting her to visit was the first hurdle and it looked like she had succeeded. Malcolm sat down at the table in his kitchen diner, Cherry put a plate in front of him and then sat down opposite to eat. They had almost finished when Cherry spoke. "I had a surprise phone call today." "Oh," Malcolm said looking at her as if asking who it was. He expected a relative that they don't see often or something similar. "Constance Thornbury," she said. "WHAT.....did she want?" Malcolm said with a bit too much surprise in his voice, but he quickly adjusted his tone. "She has invited me to go and visit." "Why?" "Well she said that you had explained that I was worried and that I could see things for myself and she also said she would love to meet me and would like the companionship." "That's a long way to go for a social visit, I assume you declined." "Well no actually, I didn't get much chance to consider it and before I knew it I had agreed to go." "REALLY, is that really neccesary?" Malcolm sighed. He was a little unnerved at this turn of events. He knew Constance Thornbury was a manipulative woman. He was concerned about his wife going. How could he possibly say anything to put her off? If he did say something she would know something was up and would start digging until she found out. He didn't want that, it would break her heart and potentially end their realtionship. He wondered what she was up to, he doubted any good would come from it. "Well it's arranged now. Can you drop me at the station on Thursday morning on your way to the office?" "Yes, if that's what you want," he said. He knew there was nothing he could do now to prevent it. 16. Matthew could not help taking another step. Matthew had just finished another day in the dance studio, he was just changing back into his yellow top and leggings but still smiling. He loved spending time with Olivia, it made all the troubles go away. On the way home he stopped at an ATM to withdraw his money. He stood and fumbled with his purse to find the right bank card and made the withdrawl. Going home did not seem quite so nerve wracking, he just walked and ignored everyone else and before he knew it he was back at the house. Matthew was greeted as usual at the front door by Ms Thornbury. She looked smart in a lavender silk top and black pencil skirt. "Let me have your kit, then upstairs and bathe please Matilda." Matthew looked at her for a moment "Yes, Ms Thornbury," her control over his life was sometimes stifling. It had it's good points he had to admit, but it was relentless. Having bathed and patted himself dry he returned to his room. On his bed were white knickers, a matching bra and sheer white tights. He dressed in his clean underwear, putting the full breast forms in the bra then went on to do his cosmetics. Ms Thornbury stood in the doorway to his room and watched him until he had finished. "Wait there Tilly." And she walked off to her room and a few seconds later she appeared once again in the doorway. "What do you think?" she asked him. He stared at the garment draped over the hanger. Slowly a smile spread across his face, it mixed with a look of desire. He wanted to wear it, no he needed to wear it. There was no fear in this next step, only excitement. The dress was ivory, the bodice was shaped like a corset but the lace covering went right up to the neck and over the shoulders to cap sleeves. The skirt was made up of an underlayer of satin then three layers of tulle making it stand out each side. A decorative bow was attached to the front of the waist with tails that hung down to the hem of the skirt which would come to about mid to upper thigh. "Well?" she asked him again. "It's.......It's beautiful Ms Thornbury," he stated. "Yes, it is very pretty," she agreed with him. "Can I........can I please wear it?" he asked. Asking was not that difficult but he still felt shame at wanting to wear a dress. She stepped over to him and he got to his feet. She unzipped the back then unhooked the hanger and held it open for him to step into. The tickle of the material as it was pulled up sent shivers of delight up his spine. With his arms through the sleeves she zipped up the back and he thought he was in heaven. He rocked his hips from side to side and watched and felt the skirt swirl across his thighs. Ms Thornbury appeared at his feet with the white pumps and he stepped into them. He looked at himself in the mirror, all smiles. Then swishing his skirts about his legs and doing a twirl admiring his reflection. He was captivated. At this point he did not even realise how hard he was. Hidden under the skirt was a proud bulge. He was also not aware that Ms Thornbury watched from the side with the camera. She was taking a short video of him as he enjoyed his first dress. She had finished and had to take his hand and lead him away from the mirror. "Pick up your handbag Matilda." He did as asked and they made their way downstairs for dinner. His walk and manner seamingly emphasised by the dress. Their evening was otherwise uneventful with Matthew delighting in the new sensations of wearing a dress. Ms Thornbury advised him on smoothing his skirt under when sitting and making sure he kept his legs together. He did his best to learn all the new little instructions, he needed to remember them as they were not second nature to him. 17. Tilly to be kept on her toes. The following morning Ms Thornbury kept Matthew on the new phase of dress. White lace embelished knickers and bra. The small breast forms were added and nude tights followed. With his black leggings she had put out a white blouse. It was long sleeved with buttons at the cuffs and up the front like a mans shirt. The folded over collar also much the same as a mans shirt but hanging from the collar was the feminine touch. A large bow in the same material spread across the chest with the loops almost reaching each armpit. The loop material was about four inches wide with two even wider tails that fell to the waist. Matthew did not protest, there was little point as he knew he would not win an argument with her. The previous day he had no problems as the top was concealed out in public by his jacket. His walk to the theatre was again uneventful, he had stopped paying attention to the way he walked. His stride had started to lengthen a little but it was still quite short and his arm and hand gestures still quite clearly added to his swishy gait. At the end of another tiring day in the studio Ms Short callled a halt to proceedings. "Ok girls listen up." And she clapped her hands to get their full attention. "I expect you are now all very bored of the same routine and I think we are just about there with it so well done to all of you." Ms Short looked straight at Matthew with a little smile as she said this. "Tomorrow we will start work on the other routine, this one involves heels so make sure you bring them in with you. Now off you go and I'll see you in the morning." Matthew was about to say something to his instructor when she crooked her finger and gestured for him to join her. He walked over as the girls all filtered out to get changed. "I know you don't have the heels Matthew. Now that I am confident you can handle it we will invest in getting you what you need. Now dancing in heels can be hard on your feet and quite painful if the shoes are not right for you. So in the morning I will take you to Randles again and we can get you fixed up." She smiled at him. "Oh right, ok Ms Short, thank you." "That's quite alright my dear, you are doing a fantastic job. Like before I will meet you at the front of the theatre at 8:30 in the morning." "Yes Ms Short, thank you. See you in the morning." And he went to get changed and head home. Back at the house Matthew had showered, donned clean white satin knickers and then put the nude tights and the lacey white bra back on. The full breast forms in place and he sat and did his make up. "Put the blouse back on Matthew, I have a lovely skirt for you," she said as she left his room. He did as asked, looking down at the subtle mounds of the bra under the large flouncy bow. "Here we are," she pronounced as she came back in. She had him step into the flared skirt. She pulled it up for him tucking the blouse into the waist band then fastening the button at the back. He looked down at himself again, the blouse now pulled in at his waist made the globes of the bra more obvious. He could clearly see the lace embelishments through the material. Beyond that his feet had dissapeared under the view of the flared skirt. He touched the black velvet, it was super soft. The hem was edged in a two inch band of white lace and rested on a net underskirt making it flare out about twelve inches from his legs. He could feel the underskirt brushing against his nylon covered thighs. "Now, I'll give you a choice Matilda. You can have these strappy black heels or the long boots that I know you love?" She thought It was time to start introducing him to making choices rather than being dictated to. This was just the beginning of another learning curve that she would put him through. He did love the boots, they made him feel so very sexy. But then the heels she held in her hands, he had not worn them before and they did look pretty. He tried to image how they would look and gave in to the temptation of something new. "Can I please try the strappy heels Ms Thornbury?" he asked. "Of course, sit on the bed and I will help you." He remembered to brush the undeside of the skirt before sitting and Ms Thornbury knelt in front of him. One at a time she slipped his feet into the heels and fastened the straps and buckles around his ankles. He stood up, the moderate two and a half inch heels no longer caused him any problems. As was habbit now he stepped in front of the mirror and once again he marvelled at yet another feminine look that thrilled him and excited him as he stared. He swished his hips from side to side admiring his long sleek legs. The girly feelings flowing through his body and mind. The inroduction of skirts gave him a completely new set of feelings. Not only were his legs exposed but it felt like he was less protected by his clothing, more vulnerable. Not an unpleasant feeling, one that made him feel more girly, more feminine. Still he could not fathom why he felt the way he did, but feel it he did and he loved it. Although his penis strained solidly against his satin underwear, it was now only part of the attaction. Ms Thornbury had started to restrict his sexual stimulation, this made it much easier for him to get excited at the slightest thing. She knew he was tempted to play with himself, and she had warned him on several occasions to behave himself or risk an unpleasant punishment. He knew better than to cross his landlady and had managed to resist the urges he felt. Matthew was sad and dissapointed when it came to bedtime. He so loved the skirt that he didn't want to take it off. As he lay in bed his thoughts were now opening up to all manor of skirts and dresses that he might like to wear. How some would make him look sexy or particularly feminine. The possibilites seemed endless with ladies clothing. Finally he drifted off. Another day, another new top. But the positive feeling was with him, he was making Ms Short happy and he was happy to have a friend in Olivia. The top somehow seemed less important now. Todays underwear was bright red, sensual satin and lace as always. He dressed in the thong and bra, inserted the small breast forms then eagerly slipped his feet in the black tights. He added his leggings and called out to Ms Thornbury. "What am I to wear today Ms Thornbury?" He heard her reply from her own room, "Be with you in just a minute Matilda." She walked into his room with a red top on a hanger. She looked well groomed this morning. Her hair was brushed neatly and gathered low behind her head and the long tresses dropped onto the front of her right shoulder. She wore make up again, not as severe looking as last time. It was more understated and highlighted her natural looks. Her dress was black with large white print flowers across it. The neckline was square cut but came down a long way exposing the tops of her impressive bossom. The sleeves came down to jusy above her elbows and she wore a pendant necklace he had not seen before that nestled into her clevage seemingly drawing more attention to it. Black nylons and black court shoes finished the elegant feminine look. Todays top had a gathered look. The neck was wide and elasticated. She pulled it from the hanger and handed it to Matthew. He slipped his head and arms in and pulled in down into place. Ms Thornbury stepped forward and adjusted the elasticated neck by pulling each side down off of his shoulders. The neck line effectively straight across his arms and chest leaving his red bra straps exposed over his shoulders. The short sleeves just half covering his biceps. "There, that is how you wear it," she said and gave him a smile. Very girly he thought to himself, kind of happy but still not entirely confident of going out in such a feminine item, despite being covered by his jacket. As he added his canvas slip on shoes he realised he had black tights on, not the nude he had been wearing. The black would be obvious!! "Ms Thornbury, please. Why have you given me black tights? They will be visible." He sounded like a child that had been given greens with his dinner. "Sorry Matilda, all of your nude tights are dirty and need to be laundered." "Is there nothing we can do, please?" He could not think. "It is time you were on your way Matilda, get going or you will be late." And she ushered him towards the front door. He picked up his dance kit and with his head bowed he opened the front door and stepped outside. He steeled himself and walked with quick steps and keeping his head down. More self conscious than ever as he walked, the feeling of the top hugging the side of his arms almost made it feel like it was falling off. As he arrived at the theatre he remembered that he was to meet Ms Short at the front entrance. He waited almost ten minutes as people walked by. He felt exposed, on show to everyone that passed yet nobody paid him any attention. "Good morning Matthew," Ms Short greeted him as she came out onto the street. "Morning Ms Short." And they both started to walk towards Randles shop. After a minute or so Ms Short spoke up. "I have to say Matthew, I have been very impressed with you. You have learnt and adapted very quickly to my demands. I know I can be very demanding but sometimes it is needed. Your quick progress has helped the whole group move onto our second routine in good time. It is all down to your great attitude and hard work." "Well, thank you Ms Short. I have tried my best," he said smiling. He could not help feeling good at her praise. "Well all I ask is that you keep it up." At just after 9am they arrived at the shop, Ms Short opened the door and walked in with Matthew two steps behind her. Jean the bespecticled lady was behind the glass counter tending to a rather large man. She looked up as they entered. "I'll be with you shortly Penny, let me take care of this gentleman." "Of course Jean," she replied. Ms Short turned to Matthew, "Come with me." And she lead the way to the far right of the store. There was three square padded stools in a row and the surrounding two walls were covered in wooden shelving most of which held shoe boxes. "Take your jacket off Matthew," Ms Short asked him. He froze, he was not expecting to be asked that. "I'm ok thank you Ms Short," he replied as he watched Ms Short remove her flimsy scarf. "Matthew, I did not ask if you were ok. I asked you as it is polite," she looked him in the eye. Her look was not quite stern but serious. "Now, take off your jacket and sit down on the stool," she instructed. He could feel the heat rise up through his whole head. He felt like he must be glowing red. There was nothing he could do but comply. Slowly and reluctantly he unzipped his jacket and slipped it off his shoulders and arms. "Oh how lovely, such a pretty top," Ms Short gushed quite loadly. Both Jean and the male customer looked round, both smiled at him and he looked down away from their gaze. Accutely embarrassed he stood there in the red peasant top, his bra straps showing. His slender nyloned ankles clearly visible. The realisation that his image was almost exclusively feminine. The pink nails that he had pretty much stopped being concerned over and his entire outfit was of a female. His hair and face must give him away he assumed. He could not look at anyone, he zoned out for a few moments. "Bye now Gareth," Jean said to the large man. "Bye Mrs Randle," he said in a deep voice. He then tured to Ms Short and Matthew. "Bye ladies," he added. "Bye," Ms Short said. There was a few seconds of silence as he reached the door. "Matthew, please don't be rude. Say goodbye to the gentleman." How bad could this get, she called him by his male name, dressed as he was!. It must have been obvious. "Goodbye.....sir," he managed to almost squeek. His face still red. The man smiled back and opened the door and left. "So Penny, how can I help you this morning?" she had appeared at their side. "We need T-strap dance shoes for Matthew please," Ms Short replied. "Sit down Matthew," she repeated. "Can you remove your shoes please," asked Jean. Matthew did as asked. He looked down at the black nylon covered feet, the pink nails visible through the material. Jean knelt in front of him and with a simple tape measure took measurements from both of his feet. It was a nice feeling to have her fingers run over the nylon. The lady got back to her feet and scanned across the boxes high on the side wall. She then fetched a small set of steps climbed up and retrieved a box from high up. Kneeling down at his feet once again she took the lid from the box, pulled back the paper and removed a black shoe. The heel was aprox two and a half inches high and a little wider than a stilletto at the base. The whole foot was ennclosed with a strap running up the center with a loop that held the buckle strap that went across the foot. The second shoe was removed from the box. He then had both shoes fitted onto his feet and buckled. Jean tugged and moved the shoe about then undid both shoes and removed them. Without saying a word she got to her feet and walked back to the glass counter and rummaged around underneath. Retunring a moment later she opened a cellophane packet and removed two sole shaped items and fittem them into each shoe. "These will help the soles of your feet cope with the demands of dancing," Jean explained. She then put the shoes back on his feet and fastened the buckles. Again she tugged and pulled at them. "Stand up please," Jean asked. Matthew did as asked. These actually felt quite comfortable. He could feel extra padding under the heels and balls of his feet. Walking along then back again he stopped. "Do they feel comfortable?" Jean asked. "Yes, I think they are a good fit," he replied. "Make sure you are happy with them, it will be too late to complain later," Ms Short added. Matthew walked up and down again "I can't feel anything bad, they are comfortable." "Very well, take them off and I will box them back up for you," Jean said. "Oh no need to box them Jean, he'll be wearing them in less than 30 minutes. Just pop them in your kit bag Matthew." And she went to the counter to pay Jean. They arrived back at the theatre, Ms Short went directly into the studio to catch up with the girls while Matthew headed for the changing room. His face now a little less red. He changed into the black dance tights, the blue leotard then the flimsy white tulle skirt. Finally he added the new heels to his feet. He noted that he could actually see the shape of his bra under the leotard. Small mounds from the little breast forms he was made to wear. Olivia beamed a big smile at him as he joined the rest of the group and the hard work started once again. 18. Constance takes her 'Cherry'. Malcolm pulled the car into the station drop off point and applied the hand break. Leaning over he gave his wife a peck on the cheek. "Hope you have a good day," in his head he was saying stay safe and be on your guard. He wished she was not going but could do nothing to prevent it. "I'm sure it will be fine, see you later." And she opened the door and stepped out onto the pavement. They waved at each other, he pulled away as she walked toward the station entrance. In contrast to Constance Thornbury, Cherry wore her brown hair as she always did, straight and swept over from right to left. There was no make up. A blue button up shirt, dark grey slacks and a knitted blue cardigan. On her feet were black socks and black ladies Oxford lace up shoes. She had a small black shoulder bag across her left shoulder with the bag on her right. The automated public address on the train came to life and announced they would soon arrive at Cherry's destination. She opened he bag and pulled out he phone. There was a text message. 'Waiting for you in the station ticket office by the coffee bar. Wearing a black cardi over a dress. See you soon,' it read. She quickly typed a message back. 'Train approaching now, be there soon. Blue cardi!' And she added a smiley face before sending. Cherry had wondered what she would be like, she had sounded really nice but was a bit pushy over phone. She thought of this visit as being more formal but Constance sounded like she wanted it to be more informal and friendly. Cherry stepped off the train, looked up to see the 'WAY OUT' signage and followed them. Up and over a footbridge before turning off the platform and through the ticket barriers. She scanned the large room and noted the exit, ticket machines and ticket sales windows. Then she looked back the other way and she saw the coffee bar and almost instantly a well dresses woman that fitted the description. At the same time the woman locked eyes on Cherry and they both walked towards each other. Cherry spoke first as they approached. "Ms Thornbury??" "Cherry," she replied then leaned down and greeted Cherry with a peck on the cheek. "But please call me Constance. Ms Thornbury is a little too formal," In her heels Ms Thornbury stood 6 inches above her visitor with her chin in line with Cherry's forehead. "Very well, Constance it is then." And each gave the other a smile. "So Cherry, I don't have many close friends and those that are close are always busy at work so I planned to have a little fun today if that is ok." Cheery nodded. "I thought we could go for a coffee to start with, coffee ok with you?" Ms Thornbury asked. "Oh, yes if you like," Cherry replied. "Good, not here though I know a nice place in town." And she turned to the station exit and lead the way. They chatted briefly as they walked; about Cherry's journey and the weather; before they reached an old building. The pebbledashed walls were painted a terracotta colour and the window frames in bright white. The entrance door was black and in a low frame so Ms Thornbury had to duck a little to go through. The modest looking front was decieving as the building spread out at the back into a spacious conservatory with tables and chairs. There were several tables occupied but lots of room was still spare. They ordered two americano's and took a seat at a table against the back wall. The view through the conservatory windows was pleasant, a neatly trimmed lawn, surrounding shrubs and bushes at each side which all dropped down to a small river about 50 yards back. "So Cherry, who would you say Matthew takes after, you or your husband?" Ms Thornbury asked as they waited for their drinks to arrive. "Mmmm, I don't think there is a straight answer to that question. He perhaps has a little of both of us in him. I think he has a good work ethic which would most likely relate to my husband. He is also quite mild mannered which is maybe more like me, although that said Malcolm is not exactly a party animal." Ms Thornbury listened attentively and their drinks arrived. "Yes, that kind of fits. Matthew is quite placid and well mannered. In fact it was such a relief when I realised that my new lodger was not a roughian, rude or just insensitive to others. I think you have done a good job raising him." "Thank you," she replied. "I think or at least hope he has turned out ok." Both ladies attended to their drinks, then took a sip. "So your husband, Malcolm. He's a bit of a go getter is he?" Ms Thornbury asked. Cherry broke into a smile, almost laughing she snorted. Then shook her head "Hardly!" Ms Thornbury smiled "What's so funny, you said he had a good work ethic?" "Well yes, but.........just not like that. He's.... well dedicated to his work. He works hard at what he does. But he is not what you might call a cut and thrust kind of man." "Ah, I see," she acknowledged. "So is Matthew an only child, no brothers or sisters?" "No, there's no brothers or sisters. I think myself lucky to have Matthew," she replied now looking down into her coffee. "Oh, were there problems.....complications?" she asked. "Erm.....well." Cherry paused. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. That's perhaps...." "It's ok Constance, but I would prefer not to talk about it if that's ok." She looked up at Ms Thornbury and saw acceptance. They sipped at their coffee for a few minutes without saying a word. Just staring out through the window. Then Cherry broke the silence. "I'm sorry Constance, I.....I kind of killed the good mood," she said still looking out of the window. She suddenly felt a warm hand close over hers as it rested on the table between them. She looked round instantly to see Constance's red nailed hand on top of her own hand. She then glanced up at Constance's face and was instantly caught in her gaze. To Cherry it seemed like an age that they stared into each others eyes before it became too much and she had to avert her gaze. She dare not look back up at her. Ms Thornbury then spoke smoothly, "It's ok Cherry.........I already know I like you........everything is just fine. In fact I want you to call me Connie from now on, not many people get that privilage." Cherry could still not look up, her hand still clasped by Connie's. Distant memories of being bullied by the bitchy popular girls at school came back to haunt her mind. She was not sure how or why but Connie's stare just made her want to cower, back down. It was not a comfortable feeling and put her on edge. "Drink up Cherry, I have an idea to put a smile back on your face." Within a few minutes they had both finished, they stood and left the shop. On the path outside Ms Thornbury took Cherry's hand in hers and lead her along the street like a mother and child. It was a little odd for Cherry, she thought it strange but dare not pull her hand away for fear of offending Connie. A few minutes walk and they entered a department store. The strong aroma of fine fragrance hit them and Connie wound her way through the brighly lit cosmetic displays and counters. She stopped at one of the counters and called out. "Cheryl" A lady of around 30 turned around. Her dyed blond hair put up into a neat bun on top of her head. Her makeup heavy but perfectly applied as if advertising the products. She wore a double breasted white smock with her name badge on the right side of her chest. She smiled at seeing Ms Thornbury. "Ahhhh hello Ms Thornbury, how's my favoutite customer?" she asked in sweet tone as she walked over. "I'm very well thank you Cheryl." "Oh gooood, so how can I help you today?" she asked. "I want to treat my new friend Cherry here to a makeover," said Ms Thornbury. "But I..." Cherry started to speak. "Oh how lovely. Pop yourself on the stool at the end of the counter," Cheryl replied. "Please, there is really no...." Cherry started to speak again. "Cherry it's fine, I'm paying. It's my treat to my new friend," Ms Thornbury insisted. "But I don't wear makeup," she finally stated clearly. "Oh, are you allergic?" Ms Thornbury asked. "No, I just..." Cherry started to reply. "Well then let's us have some fun, just relax and enjoy being pampered," Ms Thornbury insisted once again. By now Cheryl had gathered her kit and was preparing to start work. "Is there any particular look you would like to try?" she asked. Ms Thornbury looked at Cherry for a moment, "I think we need a subtle daytime look, neutral tones, not bold but enough to enhance her appearance." Cherry looked to one lady then the other as they discussed her fate. "Lovely, I think I know exactly what you mean," Cheryl replied. Ms Thornbury took hold of Cherry's hand once again, squeezed lightly "Just Relax Cherry and enjoy it." She released her hand and let Cheryl take the space and start work. Around thirty minutes later Cheryl declared the job done, "That is lovely," said Ms Thornbury. Cheryl moved a mirror around on the counter so Cherry could see for herself. It was far more natural looking than she had expected. Her complextion was even and more pure looking, her eyes had a noticable shading on the lids in pale browns with eye liner and mascara that gave them a striking look. Her lips were coated in a quite noticable browny shade of pink. Her mouth slightly open made them look full and inviting. Cherry could not help but like what she saw and her open mouth turned slightly up at the corners into a smile. Ms Thornbury looked on "I'm so glad you like it." "Thank you," Cherry mouthed to Cherly and Ms Thornbury. "You know what I would like to see?" Cherry and Cheryl both looked at Ms Thornbury. "Cheryl, can you add some lip gloss please." It was not a question, it was an instruction. Thirty seconds later Cherry looked back into the mirror, her mouth opened "Oh my! she said. Adding the gloss to her lips had made them look very glam, almost slutty and she was not quite so comfortable with how they looked. Ms Thornbury however was more positive. "That is just fabulous, don't you agree Cheryl?" "Oh yes absolutely Ms Thornbury." Twenty minutes later both ladies sat at a bar. They had ordered Lasagna, fries and salad and both had a glass of wine. Ms Thornbury had ordered the drinks before Cherry could have a say. She rarely drank any alcohol. At her side was a carry bag filled with cosmetics from the makeover that Ms Thornbury had purchased. "See, I told you. The makeover was a good idea. It made you smile." "Yes, yes it did, thank you," Cherry responded, "but you should not have purchased all of that makeup for me, I feel so bad." "Nonsense, it was my treat and besides it's making me happy." And she sipped her wine again. They both enjoyed their meal and another glass of wine before Ms Thornbury took her new friend by the hand and lead her out of the bar. "Time for a little shopping I think." Cherry was feeling the alcohol, she was a little buzzed and her inibitions and shyness relented a little. She smiled openly as they walked hand in hand into a mall. She was relaxing and letting Connie lead the way. They went in a couple of stores before going into a large department store and looked through the clothing on offer. They both checked out items and laughed and giggled at what they might look like. Then Ms Thornbury picked out a little black dress. Lace sleeves and shoulders and evidently figure hugging down to mid thigh. She held it against Cherry. "Wow, I like that," she said. "What size are you?" "Oh no you can't buy it!" "Oh but I can........ and I will, if I want to," she replied giving Cherry a look that said 'just try and stop me'. "But I'm not a dress person, I have barely worn a skirt since I was at school," she challenged again. "You're not a makeup person either are you? But there you are looking just so pretty." She eyed her again. "Please Connie, it's not right. You should not be spending all of your money on me." She tried again to make Ms Thornbury see reason. "I'm going for a size 12, it has some stretch in it so it should be fine," she said and she then swapped the one in her hand for another on the rack. "Let's go and complete the outfit." And she took Cherry's hand once again and lead her over to the lingerie department. "Oh my ....... Connie........you can't possibly buy me underwear!" she exclaimed as she trailed behind. Ms Thornbury stopped, turned around to face Cherry. "Do you seriously think you can tell me how to spend my money?" she challenged Cherry. Cherry averted her eyes "Well of course not Connie, but I..." Ms Thornbury cut her off. "Good, then we understand each other. So if I want to buy a friend something then that is just what I will do," she turned around once again and started to scan the racks for something that took her fancy. She was looking at the black items. "What bra size are you Cherry?" Ms Thornbury asked without looking at her. Cherry; despite her partly inibriated state; felt a little uncomfortable at disclosing what she thought of as personal information. She lightly bit her bottom lip as Ms Thornbury turned to face her again looking for the answer. "Oh don't be shy about it. I can probably guess by looking," she said making Cherry feel all the more self conscious about it. "Of course if you are not willing to tell me I could always call an assistant to come and measure you?" Cherry gasped and looked up. "You wouldn't?" "I suggest you tell me then," Ms Thornbury said with a devious smile. Cherry could not help but return the smile then she looked back down and whispered, "36......B" Ms Thornbury returned to looking at the racks and thumbed through the bras. "Oh, that's a shame, they don't have your size," Ms Thornbury advised without looking around. They continued along the racks, Cherry again being pulled along as their hands were clasped together. Cherry had just accepted it was Connie's way and allowed her to keep holding her hand. Ms Thornbury stopped again, then turned to Cherry and smiled. Looking back at the rack Cherry saw what Connie was looking at. "Now that is saucy," Ms Thornbury said as she let go of Cherry's hand and started to look through the bras. Deep red satin with black straps, black lace and trimming around and across the cups. "Oh marvellous, they have your size," Ms Thornbury said with a little excitement. The search continued through the knickers. "Size 12." She smiled and pulled the hanger from the rack. "Size 12." She grinned back at Cherry as she pulled the matching suspender belt from the bottom rail. Cherry blushed at the thought, to her this was naughty and not something she would ever do on her own. But in this situation she was being dragged along at Ms Thornburys will. A will that she had no answer to. No argument seemed to have any effect on her. Ms Thornbury moved along and over to the hosery pulling Cherry with her. It only took a minute for her to select a packet of 15 denier lace top stockings in black. "We must find you some shoes," Ms Thornbury stated and once again Cherry was lead like a child over to the shoes across the store. "What size are you, a 4 or a 5 maybe?" she asked. "Usually a 5 Connie," Cherry knew it was pointless trying to stop her. Without consultation Ms Thornbury selected a pair of black 3 inch heeled sandals with a patent finish. It was like she was in a hurry, eager to get the job done. She went to the checkout and paid for everything, Cherry by her side every step of the way. "Come on Cherry, let's go to my house for some privacy and later you can model for me," she said with a big grin across her face. Cherry could not say anything, she just blushed at the thought and allowed herself to be steered to the store exit. Ms Thornbury turned the key in the front door and pushed it open ushering Cherry inside. "Welcome to my home Cherry," Ms Thornbury said to her. "Just leave the bags down by the coat stand for now." "Ok," she replied quietly and taking in the surroundings. "So let me show you round my home, where your son has been staying." And apart from the front two bedrooms she gave Cherry the full tour before ending up in the kitchen. Ms Thornbury started to make tea and they talked. "You're so lucky to have such a nice large house," Cherry commented. "Oh I wouldn't call it large, adequate would be a better description." "Well it's large to me, my house is quite modest in comparison. Matthew has a bigger room here than he has at home." They both took their tea cups and retired to the sitting room. "Malcolm said you had been teaching Matthew domestic chores," Cherry questioned. "Yes, I have included him with making meals when he has been free to do so." "If I had suggested doing anything like that at home he would have done a dissapearing act. How did you manage to persued him to help?" she asked. "Oh I can be pretty persuasive when I need to be." Cherry smiled "Yes I had noticed." "Not only cooking though Cherry, Matthew will soon be fully qualified in laundry as well. He knows how to use the washing machine and has had some practice with the ironing board as well." "I have to say, I am impressed." "Not only that, he helps clear up in the kitchen most evenings as well," Ms Thornbury added. "I'd be glad to have him back when you have finished training him," Cherry said with a broad smile. Ms Thornbury's mind spoke, 'If only you knew just how much training he is getting.' Ms Thornbury finished her tea and placed her cup down on the coffee table. "I think it's time you prepared for the catwalk Cherry." "Oh no... do I have to?" She looked a little bashful. "You most certaily do, I purchased everything with the intention of you wearing it. Now finish your tea," she insisted. Cherry was feeling embarrassed, she did not see herself as a glamourous woman. This was going to be way out of her comfort zone. She sipped the last of her tea before placing the cup down next to Ms Thornbury's. "Come on then." Ms Thornbury stood up and held out her hand for Cherry to take. She did so after a moment and she too stood. Ms Thornbury took Cherry out to the hall where they both picked up a bag each and then went upstairs to Ms Thornbury's room. The contents of the department store bag was emptied onto the bed. The dress and underwear lay there while the shoes were placed on the floor. "I will give you a few minutes of privacy to change," Ms Thornbury said as she walked from her room and closed the door. Cherry looked at the outfit strewn across the bed, she did not see this coming when she left home this morning. This was embarrassing, but a little exciting too. The makeup had surprised her a little, maybe the outfit would not be so bad. She started to undress and her excitement built a little, it felt odd to be undressing in another womans bedroom. She picked up the knickers and realised they had a thong back. This would be a new experience for her. She slipped them on and felt the back slip between her cheeks, the lace edging tickling a little. Not at all unpleasant she mused. She had a preconception that a thong would be uncomfortable but it was not the case. The feeling of her backside being invaded was uppermost in her mind. She picked up the bra, she had to admit is was very pretty. She slipped it on, it had a plastic clip at the front between the cups instead of the usual hook and eye at the back and was pretty easy to get on. She adjusted her bosom for comfort. The upper flesh pushing up and in a little creating a rather inticing cleavage. The suspender belt was not entirely new. She had tried them once as a teenager, she borrowed from her mother she remembered. Tan stockings with a plain white belt, not quite the same sexy appeal that this set had. She hooked the belt around her waist then sat down and opened the packet of stockings. She had hardly owned any hosery over the years, and especially not the delicate flimsy material she now held in her hands. She addmitted to herself how nice the stockings felt as she rolled and pulled them up her legs. Attaching the garters to the lace top proved very difficult. The front was ok but the back was too fiddly, she gave up after a few minutes. She took a quick peek at herself in the mirror. 'Oh my' she said in her head. She actually looked quite, dare she think it....sexy? She turned back to the bed and picked up the dress. Undoing the zip she then held it open and stepped inside and worked it up until she could get her arms into the lace sleeves. She then struggled with the zip, the last few inches were out of her grasp. Leaving the zip she put her feet into the high heeled sandals. Having done the thin straps and buckles she stood and nearly fell forward. Heels were not in her wardrobe at home and so was very unsteady on them to start with. Another quick look in the mirror, it was not what she was used to seeing, it was her madeup face on someone elses body. The dress hugged her body showing off every curve that her jumpers and trousers efectively hid from the world. She looked and felt younger, naughty, sexy and a little embarrasment. She had to show herself to Connie like this, she felt almost naked as the dress hugged her with every move. There was a knock on the door. "How are you getting on?" came Ms Thornbury's voice from the other side. "Errmm, I ......I'm,......you can come in," she stuttered her reply. The door undid and pushed open. Cherry stood facing the door, her head hung down a little and her eyes looking up a little to see Ms Thornbury's reaction. "OH WOW!" she gushed and immediately walked forward and hugged Cherry in a tight embrace. She let go after a few seconds and stood back. "How do you feel?" she asked. Cherry shrugged her shoulders, not comfortable with vocalising how she actually felt. She diverted the question "I...I had a little trouble with a couple of things," she said. "Oh, do tell." "I can't reach the zip on the dress properly and the back garters were too fiddly," she felt foolish, silly that a grown woman could not manage to dress herself. "Here. let me help. Turn around." Cherry turned to face the opposite wall. She felt a hand just above her bottom, then the zip pulled up to the top. Then to her surprise, she felt the skirt of her dress being lifted up. Ms Thornbury's hands brushed against her uncovered cheeks as she attached the back garters to the stockings. Ms Thornbury then tugged the hem of the dress back down and stood up. Ms Thornbury stood back from her "Cherry you look absolutely amazing. I knew when I met you this morning that you are a gorgeous woman hiding under unflattering jumpers." She was all bashful, her head hung down and was struggling to cope with the compliment. "Well you look wonderful, and I would bet you feel wonderful as well." "Well I guess I do feel pretty good right now," she responded with a little smile. "Come on, lets go downstairs." Ms Thornbury took her hand and started to walk from the bedroom. "But I was just going to change back," Cherry protested. "Nonsense, you can't put all that effort into dressing up then not wear it for a while." And she continued to lead Cherry down the stairs and into the sitting room. "You stand over there for me." Ms Thornbury pointed to one side of the room opposite the window. She took her favoutite armchair and relaxed back. Cherry was not sure what was to happen, as she stood where instructed. "Put your right hand on your hip and walk down the room, like you are on the catwalk," Ms Thornbury requested. Cherry felt silly, but put her hand on her hip slowly and started to walk a little clumsily at first. She giggled a bit at the sillyness of what she was doing. The alcohol still affecting her. "Swing your hips a bit Cherry," Ms Thornbury instructed. Cherry obliged and started to relax as she walked along then swiveled and walked back. "Now pull your shoulders back," came the next instruction. Cherry again tried to follow the request, now grinning broadly almost laughing as she now strutted back and fourth, hand on hip, swinging her hips and pulling her shoulders back and chest forward in the process. After six lengths she burst into a fit of giggles and flopped onto the sofa. Ms Thornbury laughed a bit as well, then still smiling as she calmed down. "I'm so glad you came today, I've had a lot of fun." Cherry looked over at her and returned the smile. "It has been a ........a very strange day for me." "Are you saying you have not enjoyed it?" she asked. "Oh no.....its just......well.......you have pushed me into doing things I would not normally even consider. But it has not been bad as it has turned out, it has been very different but strangely enjoyable." Ms Thornbury got up from her chair and stepped across to the sofa and sat next to Cherry. "You know Cherry, I can't believe that someone as pretty, gorgeous and nice natured as you could have had any problems in the bedroom." Cherry snapped her head round to look at Ms Thornbury. "I thought we agreed to..." "Trust me Cherry........give me a chance. I might just be able to help you." Cherry looked away again. Ms Thornbury's hand then clasped the back of Cherry's hand like she did in the coffee shop, only this time it was on her nyloned thigh. Cherry suppressed a little gasp, a thrill of vulnerability went up her spine. The first time in a very long time she had experienced that. Cherry continued to just look down at her own thighs, at the hand on her hand, feeling the warmth. "Why don't you tell me all about it? You know sometimes sharing things c