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Christina's New Life "I want you to have a go at playing this," she said as she put a new music score up in front of me on the piano. "Moonlight Sonata. It needs to be played with so much emotion and tenderness. I really do want to hear what you make of it." Like all of the piano pieces I played I had never heard of this before. My parents weren't rich and we didn't have a gramophone, but we did have a radio, which was always switched on to the light programme. They didn't play classical music on our radio. So I had no idea how the music should sound. I looked at the notes and realised that the technical side was relatively easy, so I knew that what she was asking had to be more about the sound and speed. Mr Ludwig Van Beethoven was no fool, that much I knew so why this slow simple piece. I looked onto the second part. This was technically more difficult and as I turned the pages I realised that this became more complicated as it went on. "No no dear, not that part, just the first part. I want to see what you make of it." Thank goodness for that as the further I looked the less likely I would be able to play. So back to the beginning. It obviously had to take in the title, 'Moonlight Sonata' I had an imagine of moonlight shining on a still lake, surrounded with trees. I had met Jennifer recently and we had kissed in the back seat of the cinema and that had given me all sorts of funny feelings throughout my body but mainly down below. They were enjoyable feelings and I desperately wanted to see her again and experience more of those tingling sensations. Was that what this piece of music was about to have those sensations again. The more I looked at it, the more the score looked like me kissing Jennifer again, but this time by the still dark waters of the lake enclosed in the dark protective screen of the trees. The more I looked the more things began to happen down below. "Take it slowly and feel it," Jennifer had said on a number of occasions, so that is what I did. I don't think I missed a single note and as I played the notes seemed to take hold of my body. The music was beautiful. I didn't know what it sounded like to others but for the first time of me playing a piece of music I was emotionally swept along with it. I stopped and turned round to see my teacher Margaret. She had her two hands clasped together touching her bottom lip. Tears were rolling down her face. "Magnificent, absolutely magnificent." The door into their dining room was thrust open, and there stood my Physics teacher, Mr Trainer. "Bloody marvellous, absolutely fantastic. It was ethereal, magic. You were right." She trotted across and hugged me, and then kissed me on the lips "You have made me so happy, I am so proud of you" Mr Trainer moved in and also hugged me. "Margaret you were so right he is extremely good" I didn't know what to say. I had enjoyed playing the piece of music and yes somehow or other I had connected to it, but these two were so joyous, overcome with emotion. "How old are you Barker?" I was surprised he remembered my name because in class all as he seemed to do was throw board dusters at me for not appreciating the finer points of physics and forgetting the equations. I disliked the subject and was not keen on him either. Most apologetically Jennifer explained his presence. "He is my twin brother who appreciates music as much as I do. I asked him to come along to listen to you, because I feel that you may have a future in music if it is nourished properly." I must have looked dumfounded at them as they stood next to each other beaming at me. "We realise," Jennifer started, "that your parents can't afford to have a piano and you need to have a great deal more time practising. Twice a week for 45 minutes each is simply insufficient. We do not live together as you know, my brother lives with my mother, whilst I live here with my husband who works away. I have made the suggestion that you could perhaps use my mother's piano to practise on. From the way Johnathan has reacted I would say that he is happy for you to do that." "Oh indeed yes I am. Anything to help young Barker here. How old did you say you were?" "Thirteen sir." "Wonderful age," he replied. "So would you be prepared to practise every other day, say?" "Oh I think he should do it every day," replied Mr Trainer. Jennifer's face which was pretty in an oldish sort of way, positively shone with joy. "You will do it won't you, Paul?" "I'll have to speak to my parents." "Yes yes, of course," replied Mr Trainer. "If you wish I can come and help to explain why we think you need to practise so much. What do you think?" "Yes thanks sir." "Good then that is settled. Every night after school," he said looking very pleased with himself. "Not straight after school sir as we normally have a game of tick and pass." "Ah, so half an hour after school then." "If you say so sir." "Good. You must realise that practise makes perfect and especially in music. If you are to fulfil your potential then practise must come first. We'll see how it works out." "I'll run you home in my car and we can have a word with your parents." "Do you not think I should speak to them first, sir." "No need, I am sure they will jump at this opportunity." "Yes sir." He was a big broad chested man with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled continuously even when he was ranting at you. He ranted a great deal at me. I was petrified of him, and he knew it. "Thing is young Barker, that adults can understand each other better, so the sooner we get on with it the better." Jennifer smiled so sweetly and came across and kissed me on my forehead. "Johnathan knows what is best. He always helps me out, as I am sure he will help you. Trust in everything he does and says and you will be rewarded." "Thank you miss." "We sat in his Austin 7 car, something quite strange to me. We didn't have a car and although I had previously had a ride in a car it was something new to sit at the front. He started to smoke as he began to ask questions about my mum and dad. 'What job did my dad have?' 'Did we go to church?' etc. I answered as politely as possible but was far more interested in enjoying the view from the front seat of a car. "Not been in a car before?" he asked. "Not in the front seat." "Well if you practise each night perhaps I can drive you to my house straight after school. Would you like that?" I did not hesitate. I knew I would be called names like teacher's pet, but so what. I liked the idea of being in a car. We pulled up outside our house. A few curtains rustled as the neighbours saw the car. "Right then young Barker, introduce me to your mother." We had a small garden at the front of the house, which only weeds seemed to be able to survive in, even though our neighbour with whom we shared a path, always had a perfectly manicured grass lawn with flowers in the surrounding border. As I approached the door my mother flung it open "What have you been up to now?" she screamed as she raised her hand to hit me "No Mrs Barker. Paul has done no wrong, quite the opposite. May I come in?" Mother's face was all screwed up with anger uncertain how and why I should be brought home in my teacher's car. "Please come in," as she tried to disguise her anger and smile at the same time, leading us into the living room. "Sorry the house is such a mess but it's washing day," said mum apologetically. It wasn't so bad, but mum always apologised. "Would you like a cup of tea?" "That would be excellent," he said as he sat down on the armchair next to our new television set. That seat was never used because you couldn't see the box from there. Mother had motioned him to sit there. She was totally flustered never having anyone from school visiting our house before. She put the kettle on in the kitchen and then came back into the living room. "So what has he done?" "He plays the piano divinely." "He goes to Mrs Jones to play. We pay." "Yes I know. She is my twin sister, and it is her that brought young Paul here, to my attention. We want him to practise much more. We believe that he might become very good. We can't promise anything and perhaps only one child in every thousand makes a good musician, and one in a million who will become really good. We don't know how far Paul can go, but we both feel that he should take the next step." The tea arrived, the cigarettes were produced, and talk between the two of them became much more friendly. I sat on the sofa, between the two of them as a new friendship was formed. Half an hour later having consumed the tea and a biscuit an agreement was reached and my road to stardom was initiated. His final words were that I should start next Monday night half an hour after school. It seems I had agreed to everything and mother had agreed not to stop my good fortune. When Dad arrived home mother retold the story of the magical arrival of my fairy grandfather, who would make me into a virtuoso pianist. Dad was staggered at first but quickly grasped the whole concept and agreed wholeheartedly that it was an excellent idea. The following day we had a 45 minute class with Mr Trainer. I hated this class. I normally tried to hide at the back of the class but as I walked in he grabbed my arm and told me to sit on the front row. He smiled as he said it. I knew I was doomed. He could not possibly miss hitting me with the board duster at this close range. He wiped the blackboard, turned and positively beamed at me. "Specific Gravity class. Who can tell me anything about specific gravity? Paul?" "Nothing sir," I stammered, expecting the board duster to come flying through the air. "Of course you don't because we haven't discussed it yet, but have you heard the story of Archimedes. Paul?" I was so nervous. "I don't know sir." "Eureka!! In his bath." "Oh yes sir. He was the bloke who sat in his bath and it overflowed. He then ran down the street yelling Eureka." "Perfectly correct young Paul. You do know about specific gravity because you know about Archimedes. Wilson at the back. What does Eureka mean?" "Don't know sir." The board duster flew through the air. "Imbecile." I sat there frightened, but quite smug. I had actually answered one of his questions correctly. I wasn't the imbecile for once. Also my name had changed. I was now Paul not Barker. I sat and listened as I was now interested in the subject because I knew a little about Archimedes. By the end of the lesson I actually understood the laws of specific gravity. I was very pleasantly surprised. Straight after school we started playing our game of tick and pass, a very simplified way of playing rugby with a tennis ball and no actual tackling. I was good at it because I was small, very agile and quick. "Paul," Mr Trainer yelled down the playground. The time had arrived. My friends all looked at me and suggested I should stay. "No I have to go." I picked up my bag and ran across the playground and got into his car. "Let's go," he said as the engine accelerated away. I felt that I had let my friends down but elated because I was doing something different sitting in the front of a teacher's car. We arrived at his mother's house. A large Victorian house set in large gardens. The gardens had definitely seen better days as had the outside of the house. Most of the paint had peeled away from the timber which was obviously rotten. "Come in come in." We walked down a long dingy dark brown hallway, with several doors off to both the right and left. I had never been in such a large house. In one of the rooms there was a little old grey haired lady sat in a rocking chair. Mr Trainer shouted out. "Hello Mum have brought the clever pianist home with me. He is going to practise on our piano." I think she answered but if she did it was inaudible. "Come on through here Paul. Do you want a cup of tea." I was nervous, I don't know why but I was. "Thank you." "Practise your scales whilst I make some tea." I opened the piano up and wiped the layers of dust off it. I sat down on the piano stool and made myself comfortable before I started to practise my scales. "Come on move up and let me sit down," he said as he pushed his way onto the piano stool. I was taken by surprise and allowed him to do it. He chuckled as he pushed me along, with his hand around my rear end to ensure he didn't push me off the end. "That's better," he said. I couldn't agree but who was I to complain. "What about this piece "Eine kleine nachtmusik," he said as he opened the music book to the appropriate page. I leant forward slightly to start playing when I felt his arm go around my back and his broad hand rested on my shoulder. I felt most uncomfortable but he was so intent on the music and waiting for me to start that my fingers began to touch the ivory key board. I soon forgot that his arm was on my shoulder as I concentrated on playing. "Very good, but this time try playing with more passion and less as a robot." He gave me a gentle little hug which I took to be a sign or reassurance as he smiled beamingly in my direction. His face positively shone. So I played the music once again. "Much better, but you need to feel the music more," as once again he hugged me and gently but forcefully pulled me that little bit closer to him. My leg was touching his as was my rear end. I thought about complaining as it wasn't very comfortable but his eagerness to concentrate on the music was so evident that I decided I was being silly and instead got on with the playing. "Oh excellent!! He exclaimed as I finished. "I bet you can't remember how to play it without the music," he said as he closed the music book. "I don't think I can," I replied honestly. "I dare you to just give it a try." I was hopeless when people dared me to do anything, so I smiled and tried to remember. I had only played half a dozen notes when I became totally confused and lost. "Oh dear you lost that one so you owe me a favour," he chuckled as he quickly hugged me. "Have another go but this time with the music, but try and feel it." I thought I played it quite well, but as I finished it he once again hugged me declared that it was brilliant and then he kissed me again on the forehead. I was stunned. I thought I had played it quite well but not that well. "I'll run you home and then we can meet again after school tomorrow." I had had an enjoyable time. I was a little surprised at his hugging and kissing me on the forehead, but although it was strange it did me no harm and seemed to make him happy, which meant I was getting personal tuition on how to play the piano for nothing. A price worth paying. 4 nights a week he picked me up, realising that Friday afternoon was special. Each time we met he would hug and kiss me on the forehead. After piano practise he would drive me home and then have a cup of tea with mum and they both smoked. Mum seemed to like having him in the house. It was on the third week that things began to change slightly. Instead of him sat next to me with his arm somewhere behind me it moved to the front and he started to put his hand in my lap and then on particular notes when he said things like hold it, he would squeeze the top of my leg. I really didn't like that, but it wasn't the end of the world, or rather that was my reasoning. He did that for several days, and then one day I had sat down and had not sorted myself out properly. His hand came down and landed right on top of my penis. He didn't say anything, instead he just stared straight ahead. I gasped for air, as his fingers trapped my penis hard against my leg. "Right then play," he said. His hand was having a tremendous effect. My penis began to rapidly expand. I was beginning to shake as I had never felt like this before. I was embarrassed, uncomfortable, and felt thoroughly wrong as all kinds of emotions were rising in my body. He squoze again, and I began to sweat. I had to stop playing as concentration was totally lost. My penis was now hard and throbbing. "What's up?" "Your hand." He left his hand in place but slowly looked down at it. "Oh I am so sorry," before he stopped in mid sentence," but you do appear to be rather enjoying it." I made a low murmuring sound, as words were not possible. "I take it you can't play at the moment." Another grunt. "Then I must make it go away, shouldn't I?" An assenting grunt. He gently began to stoke my member through my trousers. Oh it was heaven. "You do like that don't you?" Another grunt. I began to tremble. I had never felt like this before. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop him. It was so delightful.It was also painful as my trousers held the throbbing flesh down, not allowing it to rise. He was right I was enjoying this, as well as finding it difficulet. My eyesight began to go blurrey. I couldn't look down, I just stared at the ceiling. I was hot, cold, immobile, trembling, my head was spinning. Nothing mattered only what was happening. I closed my eyes as images shot across my sight. Images I did not understand. And then slowly, ever so slowly in an excruciating crescendo of mystical, and primeval shuddering, my head and body exploded. I think I screamed in delight as the lower part of my body felt hollow as my penis gushed out my milk. His arms encased my pulsating body gently holding me still. He kissed me tenderly on my forehead, which I enjoyed. I suddenly felt exhausted and extremely tired. "Come let me clean you up," he said as his arms released me and he gently persuaded me to stand. My legs were like jelly. He unbuttoned my fly and undid my belt and trousers, which he allowed to fall to the ground. My penis was still hard as he pulled my underpants down over the top of it. Suddenly it was exposed, still throbbing but only gently now and covered in my milk. He started to wipe away all of my sticky milk with a soft cloth, gently holding my penis whilst he wiped it down. I started to tremble again uncontrollably especially when he bent over and I felt his tongue touch the end of my penis and lick my milk. I just did not know what was going on. This was something absolutely new to me. But I was enjoying it so much. I opened my eyes again and looked at him, he was swallowing my milk with so much relish, his smile broader than I had ever seen it. He looked me straight in the eye and whispered "delicious" He lifted my underpants and persuasively moved my hard penis around to the side so that my underpants could be re-positioned. Then a gentle caress and then my trousers were lifted and fastened as before. His arm once again encased my shoulders. "You did enjoy that didn't you?" I grunted. "Thought so," he whispered. "Thing is we have to keep this between ourselves as some people may talk about me as a teacher and then we wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves again, would we?" I nodded. "So we can keep this as our secret?" "Mmmm." "Good. Do you want it to happen again." "Yes I said quietly." "So do I." Another kiss on my forehead, and then his finger was placed under my chin forcing me to lift my face, to look at him directly. He then kissed me on my lips. I really didn't enjoy that but he obviously did. It took about ten minutes for my trembling to stop. Only then was it decided that he should take me home. He came in with me and sat chatting with mum, drinking tea and smoking as though it was just a normal day and nothing had happened. I left them to it and went upstairs. I didn't know what to think. I knew it was wrong but I had enjoyed it so much. The following day I tried concentrating on playing the piano, but it was hopeless. I sat there waiting for what I knew was the inevitable. Once again I shook with excitement and delight as he played with me. I knew that he was enjoying doing it to me because I could see the bulge in his trousers. At the weekend I did not see him and I missed him and his attentions. I tried for the first time to masturbate myself. I did but it was not the same. Indeed it is fair to say that it was a miserable copy of the feelings I had when he caressed me and made love to me. I spent Friday night all day Saturday and Sunday, thinking of him. Monday evening was so wonderful. I had missed him so much, or rather what he could do for me. He insisted that I play a little on the piano. I guessed it was to keep his mother happy and not asking awkward questions. As previously he made me erupt and then held me as my tremors subsided. He cleaned me up and kissed me tenderly. "You really do love that don't you?" he said to which I grunted my agreement. "Would you like to spend more time together?" "Yes," I replied without hesitation because I felt so wonderful. He kissed me on the lips most gently. When we got home I went straight up to my bedroom but I could hear Jonathan and mother laughing. Then mother called me downstairs. " Jonathan, or rather Mr Trainer has suggested that you should accompany him to Harrogate for the weekend to listen to a piano competition, so that you will learn how to play better. Isn't that wonderful?" "Yes mum," I was surprised at how easily he had persuaded mum to take me away, but she was thanking him profusely saying how wonderful it was, and how kind Mr Trainer was. I could only agree. I felt excitement and an inner pleasure at the thought of being with him, but also a little disappointment in the manner my mother had agreed to let it happen. All week I dreamt of what was going to happen whilst each night my volcanic eruptions continued. We whispered about the pleasure we would have, not having to hide away in their back room whilst pretending to practise on the piano. Friday afternoon and I don't remember anything that went on at school. Some of my friends had mentioned a game of football on Saturday but I simply answered that I couldn't make it. Some of them pulled funny faces at each other in a knowing way, but none passed any comment. The bell went at 4 pm sharp and I was quickly into the swing of packing my things into my satchel. I also had a small holdall with my spare clothes neatly bundled up in there. I grabbed both bags and headed for the school gates. As I arrived so did the Austin 7. The door swung open, and I was in it within a matter of seconds, as he raced away. I am pretty certain nobody saw us. "How far away is Harrogate?" I asked. "About 2 and half hours, so you have time to sit back and relax." He lit a cigarette as was his custom every time he drove the car and I sat back and watched the world roll by. "If you want you can rub my trousers like I do to you, but only if you want." "As you are driving?" I asked incredulously. "I will tell you when you have to stop, but yes it would be nice." So I did, and as soon as I started gently rubbing his penis made his trousers bulge, much more than when mine got excited. "Oh that's nice," he said. It was fun watching his face contort as I rubbed and squeezed. "You best stop now," he said as beads of perspiration rolled down his face. "Wow that was quite something," he said with a trembling voice. "I am certain we are going to have a wonderful time together." I smiled as I really did enjoy watching the changing faces he had pulled. I enjoyed giving him so much pleasure for so little effort. "If anyone asks you are my son, Paul Trainer." "Why can't I be Paul Barker?" "Because people would not understand." "What is wrong with giving pleasure?" "Don't know, but I can assure you that most people would be jealous." By the time we had got there it was dark. It had taken longer than had been expected. "You stay in the car whilst I book us in." He was gone about a quarter of an hour. "Right then put you clothes into my bag. They are not happy with us staying here, so if we walk in with two bags there are going to be too many questions." We walked across the car park and instead of using the front entrance we went round to a side door and went up a bare walled stairwell. We got to the third floor where I had to hang back until he was sure the coast was clear. I slid into the room as he stood guard. He immediately followed me in, embraced me and hugged me tightly, followed by a long kiss on the lips. The room was not large but was very comfortable. "It has an en suite," he said. "What is an en suite?" I asked genuinely puzzled. "Open that door there and you will see." I did and was shocked to see a toilet, wash basin and large Victorian bath. I was flabbergasted. "Why do you want a bath in the bedroom?" I asked. "So you have privacy and don't have to wander down the corridor whenever you want to go on the toilet." I had never stayed in a hotel, so anything was new to me, but to have your own toilet was really something. "Why don't you have a bath whilst I get us some sandwiches. There are some bottles in there, why don't you try them?" So I did. I started the bath and undressed. Once in the nude I looked at the bottles. Bath foam. I had never seen a bottle like this before so I poured some into the gushing hot water cascading into the bath. Thousands and thousands of bubbles appeared. There was a lovely sweet smell but that wasn't going to stop me getting in. I gently lowered my body into the bubbles. They tickled as well as feeling really lovely and soothing. I slid deeper into the frothing pile. This was a totally new experience. I was soaking up this wonderful feeling when he came back with a tray of sandwiches and some glasses and bottles. "I thought we would have a picnic," he shouted through the open door. "Wow what a lovely fragrance," He opened the door and came in "I think you may have put a little too much of that stuff into the bath, but I do like the smell. Out you jump and let's eat," he added as he got this huge fluffy white towel and held it open for me to get in. There were bubbles everywhere. He wrapped the towel around me trapping my arms in it. He then picked me up easily, as I didn't weigh too much and deposited me on the sofa. He gently wiped away the few soap suds still on my face, which he followed up with a kiss. "You smell gorgeous." I still couldn't move as my arms were trapped. He eased me back against the cushions and as one arm kept me entrapped the other one started to caress my legs, as his lips encased my mouth, his tongue probing my lips forcing them open and then filling my mouth with it twitching and throbbing. He soon had my penis in his grasp. I closed my eyes as there was nothing I could do even had I wanted. "Is that nice sweetheart." Mmmm. Gently and smoothly he began to stroke it squeezing it, stopping me from breathing. So exquisite, what bliss. He then released the entrapment arm allowing me the opportunity to wriggle out of my towel, but I stayed exactly where I was, my eyes closed or nearly closed. I knew what was going on around me but I was powerless to stop or change it. Both arms and both hands were now free to caress, stroke, squeeze, and then glory of glories his lips touched the end of my pulsating tool. He licked me and then slowly, ever so slowly took it into his mouth where he proceeded to suck, lick and gently caress it with his lips. It was truly magical. I was fixed, rooted to the spot, transfixed. The world passed by I was floating in a timeless mist of pure enjoyment. I exploded. His lips stayed stationary as he sucked my cream into his mouth. This was far nicer than anything I had previously experienced. As I started to breathe again his lips met mine and I tasted my milk as he locked his lips onto mine. He was obviously eager for something to happen. "Your turn sweetheart." I didn't grasp what he meant at first but his body twitching and the pressure on the back of my neck for me to move downward quickly made me realise what he wanted. It had never crossed my mind that this was a two way exchange. It hit me like a brick. Why shouldn't he want me to do the same for him. For some unknown reason I was reluctant, but with extra pressure from him I got on with it. I unzipped his trousers accompanied with loud murmurings. He was now putting great pressure on the back of my head pushing me toward his groin. His underpants were in the way, but then suddenly it shot out in one upward movement. There in front of my eyes was a huge throbbing pole of flesh and blood all pulsating all waiting. It was much bigger than mine. My lips touched the tip and his shuddering increased dramatically. "Oh yes sweetheart. Please please." There was no need of him to say more. My hands were grasping his pole as my tongue felt its way around the top. It was much nicer than I had thought. I opened my lips and let this huge pole enter my mouth. He was pushing my head harder and harder, but there was not much further for me to go. "Suck on it sweetheart." I did as hard as I could. He was banging on the back of my mouth, I had closed my lips and was sucking when all of a sudden the trembling intensified, the pressure on my head was increased and suddenly he was down my throat. I was gagging, but he wouldn't let me pull back. His thrusts quickened as his pushes increased dramatically. It was his turn to explode. I couldn't breathe, all I wanted to do was to pull back and get this throbbing pole out of my mouth. He was moaning about his sweetheart and slowly he began to withdraw. I was able to breathe again. "Take it all sweetheart," he instructed me. I didn't want to but was left with no choice. It actually wasn't that bad, but was not high on my list of pleasant tasks. He held me tightly to him kissing me on the forehead, mumbling on about how good it had been. I had enjoyed my part of the deeds but had not really enjoyed his pleasurable bits as much. But, I reasoned, if I wanted the enjoyment I had experienced then it seemed only fair I should put up with the other bits. He on the other hand was on cloud 9. He kept hugging and kissing me and telling me how good it was. How he was so ecstatic, how he had never dreamt it could be so good. He decided we should, have the sandwiches and then perhaps get some more along with some more drink if necessary. We started to eat the sandwiches he had brought up, I ate one to every three he did. He was obviously ravenous. "Listen sweetheart, it would be better if no one actually saw you, so when I ring down for more food, you will need to hide in the bathroom." I didn't have a problem with that but was confused as to why I should have to hide. I was duly shooed into the bathroom when the tray of food was delivered. Apart from the sandwiches there was a bowl of chips. He opened the bottles which were Babycham. "I thought you would like a glass of this," he said handing it too me. I had never drank any alcohol before, since mum and dad were tea total, but the bubbles bursting up my nose and the delicious taste made me a devout lover of alcohol. I got a few chips whilst he wolfed the vast majority down. He was in such a state. He couldn't sit still, not even to eat the sandwiches. I watched him pace up and down the room, gulping down his drink and throwing his food down all on the move. "Do you like the Babycham, sweetheart?" "Yes I do." "You are a bit young for it really, but I think one or two glasses should be alright." I agreed. He then started pacing up and down again. "You did enjoy it this evening didn't you?" I smiled and quietly nodded my head in agreement. His prowling walking intrigued me as he was obviously very nervous, full of anxiety, and at the same time obviously very excited. He decided we should go to bed early. The bed was massive as was everything in the room, armchairs writing desk, even the window was enormous. I started to get my pyjamas out. "There's no need to wear them. The hotel is kept very warm." I had always worn pyjamas and had never slept in the nude. It seemed rather naughty. "Jump in and make sure it is nice and warm." He pointed to the left hand side. "I'll bring you another, drink, a nightcap." So I climbed into this massive bed and sank down into the soft sheets and mattress. My bed was nothing like this one. This was so soft it was as if you were floating. He came to bed also in the nude having first put our drinks on the bedside table. "Are you happy?" he asked as he snuggled up to me, embracing me tightly as he once again started kissing me. I was happy, staying in a luxurious hotel, in a lovely soft bed, having my teacher run around after me buying me drinks, and performing magical tricks on my body as well creating an aura of wonderful contentment. It felt strange though to be able to feel someone's bare body next to mine. He smoked a cigarette as we drank the babycham. He was so sweet, telling me how good I was at pleasing him, and how much he was grateful. Then he suggested we should play a little before going to sleep. His hand had accidentally touched my penis, just for a short time, but it had reacted accordingly. "Do you want to do me first?" I agreed and gently began to touch his bare chest as he pulled my head to his to kiss me deeply. He then took hold of one of my hands and moved it down into his groin area onto his penis. I began to stroke it gently and as earlier the response was instantaneous as it came to attention immediately. He started to moan and groan as I played with it. I moved my other arm down there and then I had both hands free to pleasure him. I tried squeezing at the base, and then the head of his large pole. I moved my head away from his lips and slowly moved it down his body kissing his flesh as I did so. As my lips met his pole his bucking and twisting increased drammaticaly. I could see that he was powerless, that I had total control. I was shocked how much power I had. I let my tongue roll around the top. He was in agony and ecstasy. All to do as my whim decided. I engulfed it and gorged on it. His bucking and twisting stopped as he arched his back, stretched his whole body and froze as his penis erupted filling my mouth completely. Is this how I reacted? I was quite shocked. "That was fantastic. You are so good. I love you," he squealed as he kissed and hugged me. I was quite overwhelmed. I had only done what he had indicated I should do and yet here he was telling me he was in love with me. That was really scary, but what could I do. "Your turn," he announced as he swiftly removed my trousers and underpants and started to fondle me. My reaction was instantaneous, as he touched me powerless I just wanted my penis to explode as his had done. His tongue played far more than mine had done as he concentrated at the base of my penis and not the top. It was delicious and fantastic. I now knew exactly what he had gone through. All too soon we both lay there exhausted. He held me close to him his arms encased my body ensuring my hands and face were close to his bare chest. I couldn't move my arms because his bear grip held them tight, but I could move my fingers, and inadvertently moved them around his nipple. I wasn't trying to titillate him I was simply moving my fingers to keep my blood circulation moving. Our legs were intertwined so I couldn't move them either. It felt so strange, so I moved my fingers. "That is fantastic you little vixen. I am drained, I don't know where you get your stamina from, but I love it." "Did you really enjoy that?" "Yes," I murmured because I had. "So did I, so do you want us to keep on doing it, not just at the moment but later and tomorrow and the day after etc?" "Yes," I replied a little shamed face, because although I had really enjoyed it I felt that perhaps there was something wrong, something I shouldn't enjoy this much. "I thoroughly enjoyed it also." "Mmmm." "Do you want more weekends like this?" "Oh yes," I said without fully thinking it all through. All as I knew when I said that was that I had experienced a wonderful erotic time that had me up on cloud nine. I definitely wanted to repeat that. "Just rub your fingers against my nipple will you, that is so nice," I did and then he started to rub my nipples and pinched them every now and then. He kept muttering about how nice it was. Ten he went back to his original comment. "Good, I will set about making it happen." I awoke the next morning, his arms were still encasing me. I tried to move them but in doing so I woke him. "Where are you going?" he asked dreamily. "Toilet." "Hurry I need you." I soon found out what he meant when I saw he had a raging hard on. I soon satisfied him emptying so much down my throat. He was so grateful offering to do me, but I was aching all round my groin where he had pulled and tugged. My penis was throbbing but with pain. I told him and he was so upset, kissing and hugging me whilst also apologising saying he hadn't meant to hurt me. He hadn't at the time but now I was in some discomfort. After we finally untangled our entwined bodies I had a shower. Again this was something new to me. As I got out he wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and gently rubbed me down kissing me frequently. "You were so good, looking after my needs whilst you were in pain." I tried to answer but he put a finger to my lips. "I will make it up to you, I promise." When we were dressed he explained that we would skip breakfast in the hotel because it was so expensive. And then he went through this complicated tale why I should leave the hotel, before him and to use the side door. Naturally I did as I was told and met him a hundred yards or so down the road. We went to a local caf? and had breakfast, which was delicious. We decided that we would go for a walk along the river bank. After a while he suggested we should sit on one of the benches overlooking the river. People were rowing boats on the water, some were fishing. It was all very peaceful. "We need to talk," he announced rather sternly. "Some people think that what we did is wrong. It is certainly against the law and I could go to jail for us having fun." "I didn't realise," I answered in all innocence. "But we both really enjoyed it and want to continue doing it, don't we." "Yes." "Oh good sweetheart because I really think the world of you and would not do anything to harm you. Indeed I will do anything you want to make you happy." I was so flustered and flattered, I had no words I could say coherently. This was something absolutely new to me. "I want to spend more and more time with you without feeling guilty of a crime I do not believe in." I agreed. "The thing is, that I have signed us into the hotel a Mr and Mrs." "Oh," I replied mystified and not understanding the implications. "Problem is," he continued "is that you don't look like my wife. If one of the staff see us then I will be carted off to jail. You don't want that do you?" "No." "So what do you say if you dress up a little." "What do you mean." "Put on a few ladies clothes and things." "Oooh. I don't like that," I answered honestly and swiftly. "But we could be together and enjoy ourselves. You do want to enjoy ourselves, don't you?" "Yes." "Well then it would only mean wearing a few things and everything can continue. You do want that don't you?" "Yes." "Then to help me out, you'll do it." "I don't like the idea." "Of course you don't, but for my sake will you do it." "What would I have to do." "Just wear a dress, and shoes. That can't be hard." "A dress and shoes?" I asked. "Absolutely." "How often." "As often as you want. Remember you will be wearing them so that we both can enjoy ourselves and be together." "I won't look like a lady in just a dress and a pair of shoes though will I?" "I think you will look beautiful," he answered and then gave me a huge kiss and hug. "Let's go shopping," he said grasping my hand. "I can't go into a shop and buy a dress for me," I shrieked. "Of course not. We will buy it for your mum, my wife." I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Leave it to me, nobody will think it is for you." I was beginning to panic but he was so assured that I accepted his word. We went into the first ladies fashion shop we came across, not a cheap one but an expensive one. It smelt of rich fabrics and wonderful perfume. Two ladies approached us in a pincer movement. Both had strained bemused looks. "Can we help sir?" "Hopefully. My wife and I, oh and my son here, arrived on the train this morning. My wife's suitcase has been stolen and so she has nothing to wear, apart from the clothes she is in. But she is so distraught, and I feel so guilty that I thought that such a fine shop as this would be able to help me out. I need a dress for this evening's dinner. Paul here is about the same height and size. He doesn't have the same protuberances but he is not too dissimilar. I want to surprise my wife and suggest to her that she comes and does all of her shopping here." The ladies faces lit up with pleasure as their cash register began to spin. "As tall as his mother at such a tender age, how nice.," Announced one of them eying me up and down "And does your wife have large protuberances sir? "Average." "Any size sir?" "No I am afraid not. My wife always does her own shopping." "Quite so," said the other one casting a tape measure about my waist. They very quickly assessed what size we should buy. "What colour were you thinking of sir?" "Well she looks adorable in either red or black." "Ah," exclaimed the more miserable one "We have the very dress. It only came in yesterday, straight from Paris. I will get it from the back room." I dared not look at Jonathan as I am sure I would have laughed. She reappeared carrying what looked like a low cut necked with no sleeves, but tight fitting. "Would your son like to try it on sir?" "Certainly not." My relief was great. "Then perhaps we could hold it against your son to give us an idea." "Excellent idea." Within seconds they had my jumper off me and had the dress pressed tightly against me. One of the ladies holding it up whilst the other fiddled about with the hem. Their perfume was intoxicating. I had never experienced two ladies, albeit ugly ones of indeterminate ancient age handling me. It was most disconcerting. The one fiddling with the hem had raised her attention to the waist line where she proceeded to wipe out the creases, stroking her hands up and down. She straightened up and looked me straight in the eye, her lips just an inch or two from mine. "Are you certain you don't want to try it on sir," she whispered as her hand pressed against my enlarged and throbbing penis." "No no," I squeaked not able to talk normally. "I just thought you might like to sir." "Nooo." "Your wife will no doubt be wearing a corset sir." "Ah yes," Johnathan replied "I forgot about that." "We have some that are adjustable for that size?" "Then we'd better have one of those as well." "And stockings sir." "Yes you are right." "Size 6 sir?" "I do believe you are correct." "You do have matching shoes don't you sir." "No." "We have some that would match the dress perfectly." "Then a pair of them as well." All this time the other lady had not moved a muscle her lips and breathe filling my nostrils, her eyes boring into mine. She knew what was going on and watched intently to see if my eyes would be diverted from her seductive deep brown eyes. I stared right back. Eventually she smiled ever so slightly and then turned and walked away the dress in her hands. "Handbag sir?" "Whatever you think." "Your wife is so lucky to have such a kind hearted husband." Jonathan just blushed with embarrassment. "I think sir that you may forgotten the most important item." "What, I don't know," stammered Johnathan now looking rather flustered. " nightdress." "Oh yes, you are right." "Perhaps a daring red baby doll, they are all of the rage now?" "Yes that would be nice." "Anything else sir." "No no, that would be fine." Hey began to parcel everything up, but the one who had looked so closely into my eyes kept glancing across at me. I shuffled about extremely agitated and embarrassed as I knew that she knew who this was all for. They handed Johnathan the bill. He was obviously shocked but tried hard not to show it. He made out the cheque as the other one began to start giving me the bags containing my new clothes. Just the odd tiny smirk as she handed each bag, all in pink with their logo plastered right across them. The minute we left the shop everyone would know we were carrying ladies garments. She pressed up close to me once again. "I hope your mummy will enjoy wearing these lovely clothes. Do you think she will?" "Yes," I whispered. "I bet she will feel very sexy in that baby doll, don't you think?" "I wouldn't know." "Oh I think she will and indeed, I'm sure you agree with me, don't you?" "I suppose you are right," I muttered. "I know I am." "Jewellery sweetie. You need to have lots of jewellery, but I am sure your mother has that." "Yes I'm sure," I said concentrating as much as possible on anything apart from her but my eyes kept reverting back to her deep crimson lips, that moved so sensually as she continued to whisper. "Long long earings, large bold necklaces and as many bangles as your delicate arms can take. Broaches are nice but not as effective as large pendant earrings. They are not too fashionable at the moment but with your face and eyes it will be important to keep the focus on your face and not your body, hence the earrings. But of course I am assuming your mother has your eyes. "I'm sure you are right," I said focussing on those lips. "Oh I know I am. Bye sweetie, hope to see you soon." "Thanks," I said as both Johnathan and I picked up all of the bags and made a hasty exit. We both had our hands full as we walked outside. "We only went in for a dress," Johnathan said, his face and body showing all of the signs of a shell shocked soldier. "And the price. I couldn't believe how much we have spent on you in just a few minutes." I hadn't asked him to spend a penny, it was all his idea so I was to say the least a little hurt, but I kept my mouth shut. "I need a coffee," he said in desperation leading the way off to a coffee shop. We sat down and ordered. He was still muttering to himself about the cost and how we had been done. I looked around only to notice a few ladies smiling as they looked at all of our bags. I turned back to see that Johnathan was offering me a cigarette. I looked at him blankly. He then realised what he had done and apologised. "Do you want me to smoke?" I asked bemused. "Er no not as you are since you are too young really, but perhaps when you are dressed up it would make you look more the part. But we will see about that. I shouldn't encourage you to do things that are not good for you." The coffee arrived and I took the opportunity to look around. All of the ladies were smoking, holding their cigarettes high into the air. I had read that since the turn of the decade in 1960 ladies felt more emancipated, whatever that meant. Perhaps it meant they should all smoke. I noticed that most of them inhaled very little preferring to use their sticks to demonstrate their emancipation. Johnathan spoke to me, but I wasn't really listening, more intent upon the ladies smoking. I was fascinated watching them. Mum and dad both smoke like chimneys, indeed all of our neighbours smoked, but they smoked in a different manner than these ladies. Mum and her friends smoked more like men, not refined like these women. They looked so elegant. Indeed all of their movements were so elegant and refined. "Watching the ladies eh?" "Yes its quite fascinating." "Good, very good. I am so pleased you are taking it seriously," he said as he leaned across and squeezed my arm "I'm very pleased sweetheart," he smiled broadly. "But as I was saying we must get some cosmetics, but I don't know what they use." "Mum puts on some cold cream, Pond's I think, and then puts on face powder. She follows that with mascara, a pencil for her eyelids and lipstick." "Well done, how do you know." "I've watched her of course." He finished his cigarette and coffee and then we moved on all of the ladies we passed admiring the carrier bags. Johnathan didn't seem to notice. We headed for Boots, and without hesitation we entered going straight to the make up counter. "A jar of Pond's cold cream please." The lady behind the counter was surprised but quickly composed herself. "For your wife sir?" "Yes we have had our suitcases stolen with clothes and everything else in there. My wife is distraught crying uncontrollably, so I and my son thought we would cheer her up a little by buying some things we think she may need." "How lovely, how romantic. I wish my husband would do that. How can I help?" "All of the basic cosmetics." "What about colours." "Her skin colours?" "Oh, she has a dark complexion with dark brown hair, similar to my son's." "Can we use him to check the colours." "You don't mind that do you Paul?" "No," I responded. "Oh that's excellent," she said. " Let me see." She disappeared around the corner of the display counter. She came back with tubes and pots of foundation colour and powders. She proceeded to gently rub in small amounts onto my arm, until she was sure she had the right skin tone. "You'll need eye make up. We have a number of alternative colours. May I suggest this one.," She proceeded to pile up bottles of this and that from face washes to face creams, anti-aging creams, as well as different shades of foundation cream, depending on the time of day, face powders, rouge, numerous eye shadows, mascaras (one black and one dark brown) three different lipsticks and three nail varnishes to match, with nail varnish remover and cosmetic remover as well as cotton wool balls, hand cream and body lotion. Then the cr?me de la cr?me was the perfume and bath oil, talcum powder, large powder puff. All of them were put into a large carrier bag with another feminine logo on the outside. Carrying this lot was quite difficult. "Do you think we have bought enough," Jonathan enquired. "I don't think my bank balance can afford too much more." I smiled at him. Nobody had ever spent anything like this on me before. I was embarrassed and flattered. I was also bemused, why he should spend so much, as I had asked for nothing. I wasn't sure it was a good thing. I had simply agreed because I thought it would please him. I knew I wanted to keep getting these wonderful exotic feelings, but at what cost. "Lets use the side door and the back stairs." I was in total agreement with him. A few minutes later we were back in the room undetected. We sat down in the armchairs and looked at each other. "Did you enjoy that?" "No." He laughed and said that neither had he, but it was worth it as a means to an end. "I think it is time for you to start getting ready." "Ready for what." "Your debut as my wife of course." "But I don't know what to do." "A little trial and error. Read all of the labels and I am sure you will get there. I need to go out so you go and have a long bubbly bath and think of the night ahead and all of the rewards that will bring." He left and I decided to start. I undid all of the parcels and put my new dress on a hanger to make sure there were no creases. I laid all of my new clothing out on the bed, and then opened the cosmetics. I was baffled with all of the little jars and creams. I found the bath oils and so started to run the bath. I put too much in as the bubbles rose up and up above the top of the bath. The bathroom smelt delicious. I undressed and lowered myself into the bubbles. It was heavenly as I luxuriated in the feel and smell of the water. I was still there when he returned. He smiled and told me how delicious I looked. What about your hair, I'll find the shampoo and conditioner. He came back with his razor. "I know you don't shave yet but we must remove the hairs under your arm, on your legs and up your arms." Having been de-haired he proceeded to shave the back of my neck, and then applied after shaving lotion to all of my bare parts. I stood up in the bath as he let all of the water disappear. First he wrapped a towel around my head into a turban shape. Then he gently patted my body with the big fluffy towel, slowly removing all of the soap suds and moisture still on my skin. Next came a sweet smelling body lotion which he liberally spread all over me. That felt really good. I dusted myself down with the talcum powder, more nice smells and my body now felt smooth especially my arms and legs. "Let's get you out of there," he said as he wrapped me round with the fluffy towel and then he picked me up and placed me on the floor. "You look wonderful, but sit down and see what you think of my presents." "You've spent so much." "True but I wanted to. Try this ring on, my wedding ring," it was an 18 carat ring with straight edges on the outside. It was tight but not too difficult to put on. He smiled and then kissed me as he announced that we were married. I felt really good about that. I don't know why but to think of myself as his wife was something quite extraordinary. He pulled out another jewellery box, this one containing a pair of gold. Long dangling clip on earrings. "I overheard the lady in the shop. You have to screw them on at the back of your ear. Try them on." With difficulty I did eventually get them on "How hard do I have to screw them." "No idea." I felt so helpless. They felt quite tight and hurt a little. So I thought I would try them at that. I, moved my head from side to side. It was a weird feeling, but I could tell from his face that he thought they were terrific. There was also a small bag without the usual feminine logos. "You don't have to if you don't want." I opened it and was startled to see a long shiny black cigarette holder about 4 inches long, with what looked like a sparkly motif at the end of it. Also in the packet was a packet of Peter Styversen cigarettes,. looking very swish in the packet. "They are supposed to be very mild for your fist cigarette sweetheart." He was so kind looking after me. "why don't you try one?" I was very hesitant but wanted to please him. I nodded my consent. He placed the cigarette in the end of the holder. "Here you are sweetheart, just put it into your mouth and suck just a little as I light it for you. Let the smoke fill your mouth and then blow it out. Don't inhale it, not at this stage." I put it in my mouth, he used his lighter to produce the flame and then he held it to the end of my cigarette. "Suck a little sweetheart",. I did and suddenly my mouth was full of smoke which I blew out instantly. "very good sweetheart. Keep doing that you look great." I sucked and blew out the smoke. It made me cough once. Jonathan showed me how to hold the holder with my fingernails pointing towards my mouth. "Fantastic that is so ladylike." I found it a little awkward to hold it that way, but he assured me that is how I should do it. "When you are not smoking hold the cigarette vertically to make sure you don't get any nicotine stains." My mum's fingers were all yellow so I knew what he meant. He sat next to me with his arm around my shoulders. "Again sweetheart again," he kept cooing in my ear. "You will look fabulous." As the cigarette burnt down I began to feel very lightheaded and a little queasy. "You did very well for your first time. It is only to be expected that you should feel slightly off, but with a little patience and practise we will have you looking like a very sexy lady." I hadn't realised that that was the purpose, to look sexy, but it obviously made him very happy. I could see the bulge in his trousers. "Shall we start to get you dressed, but first shall I try and sort out your hair." He made me sit at the sumptuous dressing table as he began to brush my hair. "I have to brush my mother's hair every night, and have got to enjoy it," he muttered as he expertly began to mould my hair into a different style. The first thing he did was swap my parting from the left hand side to the right, and with the aid of the hotels hairdryer he made my hair stick out far more than previously. He sprayed a lot of hairspray and brushed and played . Suddenly my short hair looked totally different. At the back it was still very short but from the front it had a large wave in it. I was amazed I looked totally different. The emphasis of what we doing changed from my hair to my face. Copious amounts of cold cream was applied and massaged into my skin until it had all disappeared. Then a foundation cream was applied, until a smooth coating was made over my face and neck. Then came the powder, put on with a large powder puff, particular attention being given to my nose. "You must always make sure you never have a shiny nose, or so I am told," said Jonathan. The smell of the powder was so delicate and warm. I had smelt it many times watching my mum putting powder on her face. It felt so good. "You look really scrumptious," he said smiling and grinning "Lets do your eyes. Mother always said it was the eyes that mattered most." He started by pencilling in my eyebrows but he changed the shape of them making them larger and more curvaceous. Then using a fine brush he painted on the eye liner around my eyes, making them look much larger. Eye powder followed, mainly blue but with a little white at the top edges. Mascara was really quite different, making my eye lids feel heavier. Then it was decided that more eye liner needed to be applied to cover up where the eye shadow had gone over the edges. "The lips sweetheart. I think that since we will be going down for diner the deep red one will look the best. I had no part in the discussion because I really had no idea whatsoever, I just knew mum always used a red lipstick all the time, so it would have been daft for me to argue. He put it on softly. My lips exploded as the smooth red stick moisturised, coloured and smelt so soft and sensual. As he finished applying it he moved back a little and then moved back and kissed me on the lips. This felt so different. His quivering tongue traced the inside edge of my now partly open mouth. I couldn't help it, it was just a natural reaction. He had kissed me before but I had never enjoyed it but now it was totally different, I was enjoying it and I wanted him to do more. He held the back of my head and put a slight pressure on our lips as his tongue reached in deeper and deeper. He withdrew his tongue and our lips parted just slightly but now I wanted him. I reached up putting my arm behind his neck and pulled him down, my lips open ready for his tongue. His breathing quickly increased as he pressed harder and harder. My eyes had closed leaving myself totally available. Things were happening down below for me as I enjoyed his advances more and more. Our lips parted but he gently kissed my forehead pulling my face onto his chest. I undid the buttons on his shirt and kissed his bare chest. He was trembling now and I knew exactly where we were going. He started moaning more and more telling me how lovely I was and how my touch intoxicated him. Since I was feeling something similar I undid all of his shirt buttons and continued to leave imprints of my lips down his body. As I got to his waistband and removed his belt unbuckling his trousers his trembling increased rapidly. He removed my towel so both our naked bodies were now touching. He picked me up and transferred me to the bed. I felt so delicate and vulnerable. He was so much in charge and I was so weak. I actually liked the feeling of being the protected one, and the loved one. We pleasured each other thoroughly and then realised that all of the work done on making me look pretty had all been lost. My hair was a mess as was my make up. Jonathan got to work, laughing and joking, he was so happy. So was I. It didn't take that long to have me presentable once again. Stage two, which threw me completely was my nails, toe and fingernails. Jonathan told me off for biting them and made me promise never to do that again. With deep red nail varnish to match my lipstick on my fingernails my hand were transformed. My feet had changed as well but I couldn't understand the need for that since my shoes would cover them up. "All will be revealed," is all that he would say. Stage three now started, actually getting dressed. The corset was the first item. We opened it up as much as possible but even then it was extremely tight to get on. That was the easy bit, then came the fun and games as we tried to actually fasten it properly. "I think you need to breathe in more," he said regardless of the fact that I was in agony. "Ill tighten it from the bottom," he said "and in that way hopefully your body will fall into shape". One by one he fasten the hooks and eyes. Each one changed my body shape but I suppose that was the purpose. Slowly and painfully he got past my waist line and up towards my bust, or at least were I would have had a bust were I a female. I could hardly breathe at all. "Take small breathes and move very slowly. Don't rush anything." It is not easy learning to breathe differently, but slowly I overcame my feeling of panic and realised that I could still breathe, but differently. "Wow you have really changed, for the better." I tried to slowly walk around and then the ultimate to sit down. Jonathan had to help me back up. I was encased in armour, but funnily enough I liked the feeling of being controlled. "We should have put your nickers on first. We'll have to try and squeeze them up." Once again the most unfeminine movements took place as we pulled and tugged until we had them in place. "You need to pad them out," he said pointing at the conical bra section "Put some old socks in." Bending over was difficult, so the only way of reaching down was to bend my knees, but then I had to get back up. My shining knight came to the rescue. "Put the slip on," That simply floated down over my encased body making everything nice and smooth. "Stockings sweetheart. I have watched my mother roll them up so many times so I can help you." Ooooh they felt so nice on my bare legs as they slid up them. It was so exhilarating and tantalising. My penis thought so to but had nowhere to go. That didn't feel at all pleasant. Fastening the stockings to the corset was quite an art. Jonathan showed me how and then sat back and watched. "Put your shoes on dear, we don't want you to get a ladder before we start do we?" The shoes had been put in the bag without us looking at them. They had a 2 inch kitten heel, were mainly patent red apart from the toes and the heels which were black and shiny. The toes were long pointed ones, which were all of the fashion at the time. I was so surprised as my stocking feet slid easily into the confined space. Jonathan helped me up again. I wobbled dangerously as I quickly had to learn how to balance in them. After a short time I managed that but then I had to learn to walk. That was far more difficult but step by step we achieved it. "Small mincing steps, is the way dear." He was correct, as always. He stood behind me and hugged me around the waist, his mouth next to my ear lobe. "Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, over and over gorgeous.," His lips touched and his tongue explored at the rear of my ear. I tingled all over. I pressed my hands hard onto his to tighten his grip. We moved slowly side to side, all the time him whispering "gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous," I loved it. "The dress sweetheart, and you will change from being gorgeous to being a fantastic princess." I was in a dream. He opened the dress up and laid it carefully on the floor for me to step into. I couldn't see properly so he bent down to hold the dress just right whilst I tried to get my shoes and legs into the small aperture. I needed to support myself and so laid my hand on his shoulder. First one foot and then the other. Then slowly he slid the dress up my stockings past my hips and then up to my waist. The feeling of the silken lining brushing against my nylon legs was electrifying. My hands and arms passed through the armholes as the dress was lifted. This was heaven. The bust slid into place as the adjustments started. My body was trembling. "I'll just zip you in, you may have to hold your breath." The dress slowly encased me, becoming my outer skin. The bumps and hollows were all in the right place. My penis was desperately trying to spoil the shape. "Just having a little trouble with the hook and eye fastening Gorgeous. Ah there we are got it." He told me to smooth the dress into place. I was now on cloud 9 and rising fast. My groin area was screaming at me to stop, but everything I did intensified my feelings. Jonathan had stood back a yard or so, to take in the full vista as he put it. "Sweetheart you look absolutely fabulous, you are really really gorgeous. Look at yourself in the mirror," I knew it was wrong but it felt wonderful. He held out his hand into which I put my limp one as I allowed him to escort me to the mirror. He was as always right. I didn't recognize any part of me, I was someonelse, a beautiful, sexy, wife dressed very endearingly to compliment her husband, who looked rather dishy and handsome. I no longer looked like a 14 year old boy. He had gone forever. "Have one of your cigarettes sweetheart, to finish of your gorgeous appearance. I really don't believe how good you look," He handed the black holder and the white cigarette. I held it correctly with my manicured nails caressing the body of the slim holder. I looked at him not the cigarette as I had sufficient confidence in him to light the cigarette correctly wherever I held it. He was obviously excited in the same way as myself. I heard the click of his lighter, saw the twitch of his eye and knew it was time to inhale, gently. The white smoke entered my mouth filling it completely. His eyes had turned and now met mine. I opened my mouth and let the smoke slowly escape as our eyes melted into each other. I was trying so hard to be cool but my heart would not allow me. My lips were slightly parted as our faces came closer and closer. Our breath spread across each others face, and then the magical moment as our lips touched. Gently, trembling, and then his tongue. My eyes closed as I gave myself to him. I was being swept across the night sky by my knight in shining armour. He gently pulled back. "I love you so dearly, but I have no more to give. You will have to excuse me." I was devastated, crestfallen and close to tears. His voice croaked with obvious emotion. "You need to practise that seductive look." I looked back into his eyes and took another mouthful, again allowing it to escape rather than blowing it out. "Whoa, wow!" That is so so good. "You realise you have me in absolute agony. My head and heart want to do things but my body is failing me. I love you, I love you, I love you," he moaned. I too wanted dearly to do things but instead I knew that nothing was going to happen, no relief was coming my way. But instead a wave of pure emotion swept over me as I felt so sorry for my husband's dilemma. I moved back into him so our bodies were touching and kissed him gently pulling his neck down so that our lips would meet. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he kept moaning. I looked up into his moist eyes, took another breathe of smoke, let it drift and told him that I knew and understood. More kissing ensued as my feelings for him changed and became far more affectionate and understanding. I was totally perplexed, anxious, excited and devastatingly enraptured. Here I was a boy enjoying every aspect of being a girl. It was only a few days ago that I was playing rugby, and yet in just a few short hours I had changed. What had happened to me? "Keep smoking like that as you look like a vixen enjoying toying with her prey." I really didn't know what he meant by that but I liked it. In a little way I felt wicked. "You don't know what you are doing to me, when you look like that, so sexy, so young and yet so sophisticated." I could only smile and take another sinful breathe of smoke. "Oh God, I've just come in my pants. It's absolute agony," he said as he crumpled up on the edge of the bed. All of a sudden I was full of anguish, remorse, compassion and a need to care for this delicious man. "What shall I do? what shall I do?" as I tried to cradle his shoulders in my arms. I was so worried for him. "Go and practise your smoking elsewhere and leave me to compose myself,I'm in absolute agony." I didn't want to do that, I wanted to hold him in my arms and comfort him. "Please please leave me for a few minutes. I promise I will be fine again." I could not understand him, didn't know what he meant. I turned as much as anything to make sure he could not see me cry or at least to have my eyes full of tears. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. For the first time I smoked to help me. Somehow or other smoking helped. I finished the cigarette and then put the holder down. I yearned to go and help him, and to try and help myself. I had never felt like this before, I had never felt like this about him before either. I sat there for a few minutes deliberating about what I could do when I decided that sat there was utterly pointless, so I went back into the bedroom and hugged and kissed him. He was crying, I think with pain. "I love you so much," he said "I will do anything for you, you are so good". I kept kissing him and caressing him. There was nothing I could say. All of a sudden he sat up and gently brushed me away. "We must get you patched up, and sort your lipstick out. No doubt I will have to remove it from my face as well. We must sort ourselves out and go down for dinner." He was so matter of fact with no emotion. Yet again I was staggered I couldn't believe he could simply switch on and off like that. I was all of a tizz. "Now sweetheart, let's get your face fixed up again. Your smoking is utterly fantastic." Very quickly I was sorted out, as was he and so arm in arm we left the room. I had no fear or trepidation whatsoever. I was still reeling from the rollercoaster of emotion. My heels clipped on the marble floor in the main entrance as we crossed the foyer to the bar. "I think we should sit here," he said pointing at a table surrounded with plush leather seats "I don't think you are quite ready for the bar stools, do you?" Once I was enveloped by the leather armchair he went to the bar to order. I looked around but nobody was staring at me as a freak, but I became nervous, sat there wondering what I would do if anyone approached. I decided to fiddle in my handbag. At least that way I would be looking down and not at anybody. That was my logic. So I rummaged about in my handbag, first locating my cigarettes, holder and lighter. But there was still no sign of Jonathan. I decided that I had a small tube of perfume, so a quick dab around my neck and ears could waste some precious time. Having done that I was left with no other choice but to fix my cigarette and light it. The packet was now nearly empty so getting a cigarette out with my long painted fingernails was easy. Gently squeezing it into the holder required a little skill but patience won the day. I lifted to my lips, ready to light it. "May I?" A young man, who looked older than me, had activated his lighter and held it at the end of my cigarette. I smiled and inhaled the resultant smoke. "Thank you," I said smiling pleasantly at him. "My pleasure," he oozed sex, "for such a lovely young lady, the pleasure is definitely mine." "Hello darling our drinks," said a non too happy husband. The young man disappeared after shining his perfectly white teeth at me. "What did he want?" "He was just lighting my cigarette." "You must not encourage men like that." I was about to protest my innocence when I realised it was not my place to do that. Jonathan had explained my wifely duties in that a wife should always obey, and always make her husband happy by supporting him. "You are right dear. I am so sorry." He brightened up considerably "Your first conquest," he smiled. "Oh I hope not," I answered smiling back at him. "Very good. I bought you a small sherry." "Something new." "Just sip it." I did and enjoyed the taste. Between the sherry and the tobacco, I began to enjoy myself. The Ma?tre d'h?tel arrived, splendid in his top and tails, carrying the menus for us to choose our dinner. "Madame." He leant over and offered one to me. "Thank you." I smiled back, but his face was impassive. He left and Jonathan announced he would order. "The wife must obey," passed through my head. In fairness I wouldn't have the faintest idea what to order but the way Jonathan said it, left me in no doubt what my position was. What Jonathan ordered for me surprised me. To start he ordered fish cakes with salad, and told me later that he expected me to give him one of mine. When it came there were just two fish cakes on my plate, which was then reduced to one. For the main meal he ordered a steak for himself and asked for some salad for me. He also stated to the waiter that we would not be having a desert. I whispered that I was surprised at the amount he was ordering for me. "Sweetheart I am doing it to help you. I think you look gorgeous but a little loss of weight would do no harm. Plus I am reasonably certain you won't be able to eat too much with that girdle on." I accepted what he said since it made some sense. He also ordered a bottle of white wine. "I'm sure you will enjoy it but I would suggest no more than just the one glass sweetheart." We ate the meal and he was right in that I couldn't physically eat any more. I had finished my glass of wine but Jonathan still had another glass to go. "Why don't you have a cigarette sweetheart." I fiddled in my bag, got my holder and then extracted a cigarette from the packet, twisting it into the holder. I lifted the holder to my lips and suddenly there were two flames at the end, with two young men smiling most earnestly. Jonathan did not approve. "My wife doesn't need a light he growled "Do you sweetheart?" I shook my head, the flames were extinguished but the fellows hung on smiling for just a few seconds more. Jonathan's lighter was lit and positioned at the end of my cigarette. I inhaled, the youths retreated and I felt glorious. "You mustn't encourage them." I didn't answer but simply looked at him. "You took too long to put your cigarette into the holder." "Wow I never thought life was going to be so complicated," I said to myself but kept my thoughts to myself. "I'm so sorry." "You look gorgeous sweetheart. Very sexy and extremely unaware of your actions. These blokes sat around on their own, desperate for a young pretty thing like you. They will watch your every move and try and dive in to whisk you away to their bedroom. You really are gorgeous and you must quickly learn that you must not give them any opportunity. Most girls learn from a very early age not to give out signals of their desires. Just at the moment sweetheart you are yelling your desires at the top of your voice. But you must remember you are married to me and must concentrate all of your desires in my direction." "Oh Jonathan I am." "You may think you are but as yet you are not. You must try harder sweetheart." "Oh I will, I promise I will," I really didn't understand what he was going on about because as far as I was concerned there was only him. I hadn't realised that I was sending out the wrong signals. "Carry on with your cigarette but only look at me, gorgeous." I sucked on my holder and blew the smoke skyward, no wanting to blow it into his face. He took hold of my spare hand and began to gently massage my fingers, which I found quite erotic. "The nail varnish looks good don't you think?" he asked in a matter of fact tone. "The red really suits you and makes your fingers look more slender and elegant." I had never had so much praise spoken to me before for anything. To have it even for the colour of my fingernails was fantastic. He lifted my fingers to his mouth and began to slowly place each one in turn into his moist lips and then gently suck on them. I thought I was going to explode down below. It was so painful there, as he quickly was working me up into a frenzy. "You like that don't you." "Mmmmm!" "I'll do it to your toes when I get you back to our room." I didn't know how that would feel but from my experience with the fingertips I was certainly looking forward to my toes being treated the same way. I puffed on my cigarette and exhaled in anyway I could. I was really excited. All as I wanted to do was to go back to our bedroom. Even just thinking of that excited me as I had never been able to think of "our," bedroom. This was all too much. "Do you want a coffee?" "No, you know what I want." His moist lips creased into a massive smile. "Then we must go." He stood up quickly and swiftly came to the back of my seat to help me stand up by pulling the chair back a little in a true gentlemanly fashion. As I stood he offered me his arm to support me. I had raised my cigarette holder in the air as he had shown me and took another puff of smoke exhaling it high into the air, whilst looking deeply into his eyes. We walked down the corridor, my heels clicking away, as his arm had now moved to my waist holding me tight against his body, our legs touching as we walked. I felt so good, one hand engaged with my cigarette whilst the other was occupied with my handbag, whilst all of his energy was centred on me, or rather my body. Shivers ran up and down my spine. Once back in the room I was quickly undressed, Jonathan nearly damaging my dress in his attempt to unzip me. Once I was down to just my nylon clad legs, my suspender belt and my nickers he stopped. "Would my sweetheart like to wear her new babydoll?" I nodded my approval. Since I had never worn one before it would have been incorrect to say I wanted to wear it because I knew how I would feel, but I knew he wanted me to wear it. Indeed he was yearning to see it. The bulge was throbbing in his groin. It was made out of diaphanous red nylon. There was a large red satin bow tying the two halves together at the front under what should have been a pair of bulbous breasts. Instead it was tied under my small or rather my none existing protrusions. The babydoll fell away in two halves curving gently to the scalloped hem. The effect was to create an opening centred on my navel and the top of my bikini bottom thong, the waist band having a series of tiny white pearls stitched into the material. 3inch red satin marabou feathered slide heeled slippers completed the ensemble. I slipped the babydoll on and adjusted it as well as possible. I could not control myself and although I was quite small (certainly compared to Jonathan) in that department, holding it down was causing quite a problem with just my small thong. I slid my feet into the beautiful slippers. I had no idea how I was to walk in them, but surprisingly with tiny steps I was able to move slowly forward. I was embarrassed about my bulge and extremely hesitant a to how my husband would consider me. There was absolutely no need for me to worry. His eyes lit up as I walked in from the en suite. He jumped up from the armchair and ran over to my side to support me. "Gorgeous absolutely gorgeous. You have taken my breath away. I see you like it too." His hand slid down and quickly released my throbbing small penis. He had only touched it slightly when it exploded. He bent down and sucked everything up. I was stood there trembling. "My love come to bed," he gently persuaded me to move . He lifted me up onto the soft mattress and placed me down on the silken sheets. He removed my slippers so carefully muttering about how gorgeous I looked all of the time. I was in a state of shock, still trembling after my sudden ejaculation. He leaned over and kissed me passionately, holding my face in his powerful hands. He clambered into bed and lay beside me, still kissing me and now fondling my small virtually non existent breasts, rubbing my small nipples between his fingers, which hurt and quite honestly did nothing for me. He then started kissing my body slowly working his way down, his fingers still playing with my nipples. And then he was there kissing the hairy part of my crotch and then onto my now limp penis. He put it into his mouth and using his tongue played with it. It was wonderful but also painful as it tried to do things it was now impossible to do. Then his kissing returned up my body paying particular attention to my now sore nipples. His tongue wetting the ends was enjoyable and then he started to suck on them. I found my arm encasing him drawing his head closer into my body. It just felt like the right thing to do. And then back onto my now dry lips, his tongue tracing out my lips and tongue. "Your turn sweetheart." We rolled over and now I was on top. I started to kiss his neck but he quickly made it clear he wasn't interested in that as he persuasively pushed my head lower and lower. My lips were touching the tip of his wet penis. It tasted nice, different. I had no coice my mouth was forced down onto his large throbbing pole. I went deeper and deeper until the only place left was my throat. He pushed so down it went. I started to gag but somehow managed to hold off. It only lasted a few seconds before I felt his sperm shoot down my throat. His moan of ecstasy was testament to his pleasure. I was all flustered, not knowing what to do. He withdrew his shaft slightly meaning that it was lodged just in my mouth. Smaller spurts shot out, which I had to swallow. Luckily it was nicer than I would have expected if I had known what was going on. But I didn't, I simply knew that I was pleasuring him in some way. I was so happy to do that because I just wanted to make him happy. He had done so much for me making me enjoy a way of life I never dreamt of, and what is more I had really enjoyed myself and if that meant a little discomfort to make my man happy then it was a small price to pay. He puffed up the pillows so that we could sit up in bed. "I think you will enjoy this sweetheart," he said as he passed me my cigarettes and holder. He lit it for me and the smoke rushed in. He was so right, it was delicious. His arm held me tight against him our bodies touching each other. The smoke rose gently to the ceiling as I exhaled as slowly as possible. "I really enjoyed that and I think so did you?" There was no need of me to answer it was obvious from my demeanour that I was in heaven. I smiled as sweetly as I could. "I don't want to go home tomorrow, do you?" What a silly question. I shook my head. "Then I will send a telegram explaining that the car has broken down and won't be fixed for a day." I squeezed his embracing arm and sent another plume of smoke skyward. He sat there looking very smug, having created another day of heaven. He started kissing me again and as he got to my breasts I hugged his head in as tight as possible to my body. His tongue stroked over my flat chested nipples which now reacted as they were so tender with having squeezed them so much. I involuntary moaned, which encouraged him to play more and more with them. Then suddenly he sat bolt upright and exclaimed that I would need more clothes. "The dress you have worn is for evening wear and is certainly not suitable for in the day. I will go and purchase a skirt and blouse, and a coat first thing. I know your size so there should be no problem." His head then shot back down to my breasts. It was so delightful. I loved him so. We continued to play with each other until dawn showed its face through the partially open window. It was a sign for us both to give in and have some sleep. I used his body as a pillow and fell into a deep sleep with my hands clasped around his now limp and empty penis. A kiss on my forehead woke me up, followed by a long kiss on the lips. "I have been and telegrammed your parents and our schools, so everyone knows we are stuck here for another day. I have ordered breakfast in bed, which should be here any minute. "But I can't be seen like this," I said panicking. "Oh but you can sweetheart. Your hair is a little tussled and our make up is not what it should be, but you look delicious. A definite morning after the night before. When the waiter comes in just simply lift the sheets to cover your modesty." A moment later there was a loud knocking on the door, which Jonathan opened. The waiter came in with a flourish. I sat with the sheet up around my neck. The waiter smiled politely. Jonathan pointed to a small table . The tray was deposited and the waiter made his exit. The smell of eggs and bacon was terrific. But then I noticed only one plate. Jonathan saw my questioning face "I got you a small croissant and butter. You have to watch your weight sweetheart and preferably lose some. Most ladies just have a tiny breakfast." He tucked nto the egg and bacon leaving me with a minute piece of puff pastry, which was devoured very quickly. I looked longingly at his large plate of sausages bacon rashers, black pudding etc and immediately my stomach rumbled, realising that none of it was going to be enjoyed by my digestive system. "I'll pour the coffee sweetheart an then you can have one of your cigarettes. That will diminish your hunger, and help you lose the pounds. He paseed me a small cup of coffee and my cigarettes, holder, and lighter. I sipped the hot coffee and lit my cigarette. As always he was right, within minutes the thought of eating had left me. He suggested I should spend the morning bathing in the nice smelling bath oils, do my nails, and make myself pretty whilst he would go and buy a skirt and top. I slid into the luxurious bath of smells and bubbles. The smoke from my cigarette spiralled up to the ceiling as I lay back and luxuriated. I was in this position when all of sudden the door to the main bedroom opened and in walked the maid. Should I cough or make a splashing noise? Jonathan had said he would put a do not disturb sign on the door, but for whatever reason that had not worked. I could hear her making the bed and scuttling around the bedroom. Suddenly my privacy was gone as she entered the en suite. I was well covered up by the bubbles with only my head and arms rising above the top of them. "Oh madam I am so sorry. I didn't realise." She stood there arms up to her mouth astonished but at what? Had she seen through my disguise or what? "You must forgive me madam I must apologize most sincerely," she said as she backed out into the bedroom. I heard her open the door where I guessed she was looking at the sign. She came back in to the en suite door, and spoke quite loudly through the small open aperture, "Madam you won't report me please. I would lose my job." "Of course not," I whispered as loudly as I could. "Oh thank you madam, thank you so much. I am sorry. If there is anything I can do for you, please ask. My name is Martha. Just ask for Martha. Thank you again." "Madam." It was strange to be called that. Perhaps she really did think I was a married woman. I felt so good, my whole body tingling. I hadn't been out of the bath long when Jonathan returned, with bags from the shop we had previously visited. There was a dark grey skirt which went down to about an inch below my knee, resplendent with a 2 inch wide black plastic belt with a brass buckle. A new pair of stockings in mat tan, some knickers all extremely skimpy and all in satin. A white satin blouse with beautiful hand stitched black flower motif, to be shown off over my left breast. The collar was quite prim and proper. Another pair of shiny black 2 inch heeled pointed toed Italian shoes. "They look fantastic," I said to him. "I hope so, because I think these two witches have emptied my bank balance." "Oooh! I'm so sorry, you shouldn't be spending so much on me," I was genuinely upset, because who knows I might never wear them again. "They also persuaded me that you should have a new fur coat. They are going to deliver it later and have asked that they should check it out as it is so expensive." "But they will know it is me." "They know already, and I don't think it would be a good idea to upset them. They say that they admire you and think you are so courageous. We will have to go along with their wishes." "I don't think I can." "You must the consequences of exposure are far too horrendous. Apart from losing my job I would be thrown in jail for a very long time. You would be sent to Borstal. Both of us would be treated very badly, being used by the criminals for their purposes, especially you, with your gorgeous skin and beauty. We don't have any choice. They showed me a photograph of you in their shop. Nothing compromising but nevertheless proof that they have us." I slumped in the chair still with a towel around me in the new ladylike posture. "Chin up, I am quite certain they want to help us. Don't know why but I think you may enjoy their attentions." I had gone from pure ecstasy to absolute gloom and doom in seconds. I was devastated. "Can't we just get in the car and run?" I asked. "They have the registration number. They have been very thorough, but also very kind, whilst emptying my bank account." I sat there gloom clouds concentrating over my head. "Let's try your new clothes on, shall we?" It took an hour or so to get me prepared. I have to say I looked rather good, in a business like fashion. For a while my depression was lifted. We had lunch in our room. Jonathan had a nice gammon steak with pineapple, whilst I had a small salad with a few crumbs of cheese. Once again I smoked my way out of hunger. The phone in the room rang announcing their arrival. A few minutes later they swept into the room immediately taking charge of the situation. "Annabel, just what do you think?" "A valiant try, but some way off the mark I think. She could look really beautiful." "I told you so when we first met." "That is true Jossie sister." "Come here child. I don't know your name." "Christina." "Oh excellent, a lovely name." "We are going to take you for tea Christina, to show you off, because although we don't think your make up and deportment are bad we do think with a little help you can become an absolute beauty." Their hands ran all over my body, extremely lightly and indeed quite pleasing "Try on this coat Christina. We need to make sure our memories of you are perfect." They took it out of a large carrier back and unwrapped the fine tissue paper. There it was a deep brown fur coat with silken lining. It was a threequarter length coat with double thickness cuffs on the sleeves and a large collar that could be turned up to keep the winter chills out. There was one large hidden hook and eye fastening near the bottom of the collar. They held it out for me to step into. It was magical, as the silk slid smoothly down my satin sleeves, the static bristling with anticipation. The smell and then the feel of the fur, absolutely intoxicating. I shivered. "Lovely isn't it chickie." "Chickie?" what was that, but oh it did feel so good. "Let your hands glide over it and feel the full impact of the coat and your shape." That was magical. And my bumps through the fur feel so delicate and tender. "I told you Jossie that she would fall in love with it." "Yes dear sister. I thought it might be a little early, but it would appear I was wrong." "Tell me Jonathan, doesn't she look absolutely adorable?" He muttered something incomprehensible, but it was obvious he agreed. I pranced around the room my hand exploring my body and luxuriating in the coat. My eyes closed and I was floating. So magical. The flash of a camera went off. "What are you doing?" "Just recording for posterity. We do have quite a number all ready. You will want to look back and enjoy these wonderful moments again chickie," said Annabel. Jonathan just shrugged his shoulders. "But Annabel is there any need." She held her hand up in a sign to stop. "Christina chickie, you must never address me or my sister by our Christian names. You will always call me Auntie Annabel and Auntie Jossie. I trust we will not have to speak of this again. Plus you must never, ever question what we do or say again. The punishment for that is very severe," She held her hand out motioning me to respond. "Of course Auntie Annabel," I responded hesitantly but humbly. Jossie clapped her hands with glee "I told you that she would accept her new role." "My new role?" "Two smacks of the paddle I think sister." "Indeed two I think." "Christina chickie your role has changed. We will tell you what you need to know at the time, and not before, but you chickie will always, without hesitation, accept our instructions. Do tell me you understand." "Yes Auntie Annabel." Jonathan stepped in. "Ladies I think I have to step in here." "Stop!" screamed Annabel. "Who do you think you are? Shut up immediately." Then in a much quieter voice, "You are in no position to tell us what we can and can't do. I think a spell in prison would finish you, so please remember that you have no say here whatsoever. Our little Christina chickie will have far more say then you, and no chickie you cannot speak at the moment. I will tell you when you can speak," She had held up her hand to stop Jonathan and now she slowly lowered it. Jossie had simply pulled out a number of photographs of me and Jonathan, fully clothed and one with us naked. Jossie held them up for us to see and then as Jonathan made his way towards her she dropped them back into her handbag and smiled demurely at him. "No." He stopped dead in his tracks. "Now then, let me explain what is going to happen but first Jonathan tell me what you intended to do." He hummed and harred a first mumbling incomprehensible comments. "Speak up quickly," said Annabel very sternly. "I was trying to explain that we are going home tomorrow." "For Christina here to turn back into whatever she was." "Yes." "Then that is what we must do. We must have no suspicion about this place." Jonathan was obviously relieved, if only I was. Jossie came across and put her arm around my shoulders as we sat together on the bed. "You will spend tonight and tomorrow here as you intended and then return home as planned. Whatever you had decided to do next week you must continue, but on Saturday you Jonathan will do whatever you do at home and stay there. You Christina chickie will get dressed wherever you normally do, at your house Jonathan I assume, and then catch a train here, preferably by doing a circuitous journey trying not to draw too much attention and then you will arrive at our shop at 4pm sharp, fully dressed and made up. You will of course have your suitcase with all of your clothing, cosmetics and toiletries. Your new life will start immediately but provided you both behave and provided we receive sufficient money to keep Christina in nice clothes. Payment to be made in cash each time Christina and you meet up. I think you may have weekends together on average once every 4 weeks. Not every 4 weeks because that would make people suspicious." Jonathan spoke up. "Excuse me Miss Annabel, but what are you going to do with Christina." "Normally I would punish you for interrupting but I will allow it on this one occasion. We will teach Christina how to become a lady. To pay for our tuition she will work in the shop and help us out, cooking and cleaning. You will pay for her extensive clothing, purchased through our shop, including her work clothes. Not everything is so wonderful as dressing up, a woman's work is never done, as you will find out." "Your weekend visits will be in different locations each time. Christina will meet you there and return back here on the Monday morning on her own. I assume that you are both happy with this arrangement. Even if you aren't them I afraid it is just tough luck, because that is what will be done. Any alteration you try and make will be severely punished. A transgression by either of you will have you Jonathan locked up, and you simply do not want to know about your punishment. You would no longer be a young lady, suffice it to say. Jossie and myself believe that if we all play our parts correctly then everything should be fine and what is more we will all enjoy ourselves immensely. Jossie and I will now leave and not see you Jonathan again. If we do there will be a great deal of trouble. You Christina my little chicken, I will see you a week today at 4pm sharp. Jossie and I have a great deal of work preparing things for you. We are really looking forward to our meeting. Come Jossie we must be off." With a flourish they left. I started to cry and Jonathan's hugs were of little consolation. "What is going to happen to me?" I sobbed. "I think they will look after you very well dressing you up as you enjoy. You may have to do some work but overall I think you may enjoy your time being the young lady you so obviously are. But my fate is not determined. We held each other very closely for a number of hours me weeping, him trying desperately to console me. I had to leave home, leave my parents who I loved dearly without a word. How could I do that? Jonathan had no answers because whichever way he thought the only conclusion was prison, which he could not possibly stand. It would break him completely because he was such a kind and nice man. Night came and there was no relief. We had both thought that we would have another night of passion but that was not to be. At one point Jonathan actually thought of murdering the two crones, but there was no way we could chance that because a thorough investigation by the police would surely uncover our secret. I showered early the following morning putting on my male clothes, which now felt so horrid and rough. All my make up was removed. Everything was neatly stored in the small suitcase Jonathan had bought for me. Clothes, make up, toiletries, jewellery, shoes, were all packed tightly. For a few days I was to become a boy again, to have to think as a boy and forget everything about being a woman. I could not stop weeping. Previously I was going to be very happy being a lady once or twice a month over a weekend. This way I was going to be one all of the time. I could see no alternative, and neither could my mentor Jonathan. We drove back home. It was suggested that we should go and try and hide away, but Jonathan pointed out that somehow they had managed to find out his address, Jossie had slipped it into one of the conversations. So if they knew that, what else did they know and could we chance it. The only consolation was that they had promised we could see each other from time to time. He dropped me off at home saying he had no time to spare to talk to my parents. I assumed he was just too embarrassed. Mum greeted me as always with questions galore. I had been prepared to tell lies about the weekend, but now with what was looming it seemed especially dishonest. I explained I was tired as soon as I could and disappeared up to bed.. School the following day was no better, indeed it was worse as I realised I would not be seeing any of my friends again, and would be leaving without saying goodbye. It just felt terrible. Latin was particularly bad as our master had a habit of hitting us across the backs of our knuckles with a drum stick, when we got it wrong. I repeatedly got it wrong that day, my only hope being I would only have to endure one more lesson of this. Jonathan picked me up from school for a piano lesson. Of course the whole time was taken up trying to solve the problem. It was decided that he would get me some money to buy tickets for the train. To make sure nobody could follow I was to travel to London on the train as a boy. I would get changed in the toilet on the train into my female persona. Jonathan would travel with me on this part of the journey although we would buy tickets separately and get on the train separately. Once in London he would buy a ticket for me to go to York and then onto Harrogate. I would board the train and leave my old life behind. We also decided that I should write a postcard from London telling my parents that I was fed up with the bullying at school and I had decided to run away, but that I was fine, and would write to them soon. It was the best I could do. Wednesday was another trying day with my head elsewhere. Thursday and my head was spinning. I didn't see Jonathan at all. Friday was so painful. I saw my friends knowing I wouldn't see them again and yet I could not say goodbye. It was most painful. Saturday and I moped around doing absolutely nothing. Mum had a good moan at me and suggested I should do some gardening or something. Luckily the rain came down and instead I went up to my bedroom. I looked at all of my possessions picking each one realising I wouldn't see them again. Everything I touched or looked at was so painful. I fell asleep on the bed weeping. I felt dreadful. Sunday arrived, everyone was so happy as it was a day off work. It was my last day. My heart was breaking. I now knew what it was like to face the firing squad or the hangman. Each second seemed like a lifetime and yet it also passed so quickly. My head was about to explode. I said I felt unwell and stayed in my bedroom. Contact with the rest of the family was just too painful. I got up on Monday morning, my judgement day. Dad had already gone to work. My sister was preoccupied with getting ready for school. I went through the motions knowing that tomorrow and every other day in the future would be like this but without me. I would be erased from their lifes, my Mum would cry and cry, but after a time they would learn to live with the pain. How had I got into this mess? "I love you mum." "Yes dear I know you do, now finish off that toast and get off to school." She basically pushed me out of the backdoor moaning about my reluctance to go to school. I just wanted to say something to her but knew I couldn't. I was trapped. I trudged down the drive and down the road. Jonathan's car pulled up and I swiftly got in as we sped towards the station. "Now remember that for the first part of the journey you don't know me. Once we go past Crewe we can meet in the corridor when you will get changed." "Is there no way out." "No." He was sharp but obviously very upset. "We have been trapped and must try and make the best of it. There is simply no other way." He dropped me off around the corner from the station handing me a ticket for the train. "I'll see you after Crewe," and then he shot off to park his car. I had picked up the small suitcase that had my clothes in and tramped up the road. Ten minutes later I was on the train speeding south to London. There were very few seats on the train so I stood in the corridor. Jonathan had said to me that I should be noticed as much as possible on this first leg so blocking people passage through the train was no bad idea. The train pulled into Crewe and as it pulled out of the station I started to move towards the front. There in the second carriage corridor was Jonathan looking as though he had just got onto the train. I walked past him and entered the toilet, with him standing guard outside. The train lurched back and forth making everything extremely difficult to change and apply my make up. At one point there was a loud banging on the door by the ticket inspector. I pushed my ticket under the door. It came back with a hole in it. It must have taken me a good 45 minutes before I could leave. I knew it was not done very well but it was extremely difficult. I opened the door, Jonathan quickly took me in his arms and led me down the corridors of several carriages. "We should get some coffee". The buffet car was only half full and consequently we were able to get two seats. We talked about nothing really, too scared to say anything that could be overheard. The train rattled on. Soon I would be on my own. "You look gorgeous," he whispered in my ear. All that I could do was to squeeze his arm and smile. I hadn't smoked for several days so this was a rare opportunity. I felt so much better after I had had a cigarette. My head was a bit wonky for a short time but soon settled down. Slowly the train chugged into Euston, the smoke bellowing and swirling around everywhere. Numerous other trains were also belching out a mixture of smoke and steam. Everyone was coughing as we got off the train and headed up the platform. "Are you all right," he said most concerned. "Of course, I have no choice do I." "I am prepared to take the consequences if you can't go through with it." I knew how lucky I was to have someone who would go to prison for me, but then he was also lucky in that I was willing to change my life for him. But then what little I had of my future experience showed that I might well enjoy it. He would certainly not enjoy prison. I think we both understood the position so I simply smiled and kissed him. I stood there in the middle of the chaotic pandemonium as people rushed here and there. Jonathan had gone off for my ticket. My suitcase at my side I gazed at this maelstrom swirling around me. I truly was at a cross road. Very soon my destiny would be determined. At that time my mind was numb. I didn't care about anything in particular I simply knew I had to make the next step on my own and in doing so I would never be able to blame any other person for my future. I had to do it and I had to accept the responsibility. I suppose it is true to say that in those few moments I changed from a young teenage boy into a grown woman. Up until now I had simply been playing at it. Now it was real. Someone walking past pinched my backside. I turned but whoever it was had disappeared as any coward would. It did however bring me back to reality. I knew I had to be brave and smile for Jonathan's sake. I must not let him see the fear and trepidation that was coursing through my veins. "Here's your ticket, and here is fifty pounds. I'm afraid I have no more." I had never held fifty pounds in my hand before so I was over the moon. "Put them carefully in your purse." In my purse. It had always been in my pocket. "You must go my love, we cannot be seen together," I whispered "But thank you for everything, I'm sure we will meet again soon," I kissed him and picked up my suitcase. I did not want to linger as I knew I would start to cry and that would be the worst situation possible. Jonathan stood there motionless, distraught unable to say a single word. I walked swiftly away the tears welling up. I headed for the taxi rank as Jonathan had explained it was easier to get to Kings Cross that was rather than the underground. My heels clicked away as I walked as quickly as possible. I got to the taxi, having never ridden in one before. "Yes Miss." "Kings Cross please." "Certainly miss, can you manage." "Yes thanks," I replied as I tussled with the door that wanted to stay open, a suitcase that wanted to stay on the pavement and my handbag which wanted to throttle me as I was carrying it with a shoulder strap. At last I was in, slipping on the seat as he propelled the vehicle forward. "Not been in the smoke before then miss." "No I haven't, how did you know." "Well you see miss a Londoner would have asked how much to Kings Cross. I would have said two bob. They would have said a shilling and then we would have agreed 1/6 see." I slid from one side to the other desperately trying to hold the case handbag and some part of the moving structure. "So how much are you going to charge me then." "Normally for someone from outside this wunderul city I would charge them 3 bob, but in your case because you are giving me so much entertainment I just charge the 1/6 I would for a Cockney," At that he jerked to a halt and I fell on the floor. I struggled to find my feet and had to open the door before I could regain my composure. I gave him the 1/6 and rather dishevelled I managed to regain my balance and pick up my suitcase and handbag. My best course of action, I decided, was to head for the toilets and sort myself out. I had nearly entered the Gents before remembering I was no longer in that classification. I swivelled and entered the Ladies. It stank of urine, bleach, cheap perfume and smoke. It had been a while since I had had one and suddenly realised that I was desperate for one, but not here. I found a cubicle and took sanctuary in there immediately opening my compact to check how I looked. My wig was all wrong, being far too forward and too much to my left hand side. Moving it with one hand is virtually impossible, so I had to use both, balancing my compact on my knees whilst guessing where it should be. It took 3 Attempts before I decided it was nearly right. I touched up my make up which had been smeared when I fell off the seat and decided I would be much better off in the train toilet than in this smelly dump. Once outside I found an empty bench and sat down. I took my cigarette holder out of my handbag and inserted a cigarette into the end of it. With the holder now secure between my lips I started to look for my lighter. Suddenly two flames were alight just in front of the cigarette. I chose the flashier gold lighter, only to then be disappointed because the more dishy man was the one with the more battered looking lighter. That person turned and walked away. "Hi there," said the scruffy one. "Mind if I sit next to you?" "It's a free world." He started prattling on about this and that. It went in one ear and out of the other. Why was I so disappointed that I had not met up with the other chap. I must be gay or something. I knew I was odd, but hadn't realised how much I fancied men, or rather how much I enjoyed men fancying me. With my cigarette extinguished I told this guy that I was off. "But where are you going?" "Timbuktu," I answered tersely. He really was annoying. I staggered off to find the platform I needed. My heels were giving me quite a lot of pain. I simply was not used to having to walk around in them. I had twenty minutes to spare, but the train was already there, the engine heating up ready to power me away to a new life, the smoke rising lazily into the huge circular glass dome. I found an empty carriage so that I could sit by the window. I knew the journey would take about 3 hours so I wanted some comfort. Looking out of the window at least meant I wouldn't have to look at the other passengers. I left my suitcase on my seat and went to the toilet. My wig wasn't as bad as I thought and so I was quickly able to re-position it exactly. I went back to my seat, the carriage was still empty so I had another cigarette and contemplated my future. Would they be good with me or would they exploit me I had no way of knowing. Looking out onto the platform that was now nearly empty apart from a few porters I lost myself looking up at the vast roof and wondered how they built it. The train jerked into movement. This was it then, the next steps had started. I was quite scared. I looked back into the carriage which had filled up, but none of them would understand my predicament. The window was the better view. Time flowed past as the countryside flowed past. Eventually we steamed into Leeds where I had to change. After a walk along the platform and checking the large display I found the new platform and the much smaller train to Harrogate. This was only half an hour and luckily I was in a carriage on my own. It didn't have a corridor so I was happy to sit and contemplate. We pulled into the station a non-descript place where I got off past through the ticket barrier and then went out and found a taxi cab. I gave him the address and of we went. He was a sullen chap, over weight with a flat cap. An unlit cigarette poked out of his mouth. We arrived outside the shop. Hesitatingly I got out picked up my bags and took the last steps of this part of my journey.