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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER NINE [Author's note: A reminder that this story is set at a time before mobile phones made it so easy to contact one another ...] "The thing is -" "It was just so irresponsible!" "Yes, I know but -" "It's so unlike you, Alan! We were worried sick!" "I know Mum, and I'm really sorry. But if -" "I've never seen your father in such a state! We were just about to call the police, for goodness' sake!" "Like I said -" "I simply can't believe you would be so thoughtless. Did it not occur to you just to give us a quick call ..." I held the receiver away from my ear as the torrent of recriminations continued. Outside the call box, I saw a group of boys walking past and staring at me. Even in my distracted state, my heart skipped a beat as I briefly wondered if they had discovered my secret - or, worse, recognised me. But then a reaction that was starting to become automatic kicked in and I reminded myself they were probably just checking me out because I was a good looking girl. And sure enough, the boys kept walking, though one or two snuck a peek back over their shoulder. In the meantime, my mother was still in full flow. Eventually, however, she had to pause for air, and I took my chance. "Look, will you for once in your life just fucking listen to me? I've been dressing up as a girl for the last few weeks, all right? And I was supposed to go on a date with a boy on Friday might, only he didn't show up, and I ended up going out with this older boy instead. And one thing led to another and we ended up in bed. And I was going to come home, except I asked him to fuck me, and he did, and then we did it again, and I came so hard even though I wasn't touching myself. And after that all I could think of was having his lovely big cock inside me, so we spent the rest of the day fucking some more. And then it was too late to go home so I slept him with another night. Only we didn't sleep too much, except when he needed to recover. And please stop calling me Alan, my name's Alannah, and I look really pretty in makeup. And I think I might want to be a girl all the time ..." Well, that's what I wanted to say, anyway. Only, I was too scared. So instead I mumbled another apology and promised to be home that evening. Which prompted a further outburst about why I wasn't coming home right away. I could hardly give the real reason, which was that I was dressed as a girl, and my male clothes were in the shed at the back of our neighbour's house. Which I did not want to be seen trying to get into in daylight, so my return would have to wait until it was dark. So instead I made up some excuse about having been talked into going out of town for a party, and ending up in this little village where it was hard to find a working phone, and also being sick because I'd drunk too much at the party. And the trains only ran at odd times ... That set off another diatribe about underage drinking. Which was okay, because it was a lot better than confessing to a combination of crossdressing and underage sex with both girls and boys, wasn't it? I was doing my best now to tune out of the bollocking I was getting, but suddenly I heard a familiar name and started paying attention again. "... said she hadn't heard from you either, and she seemed really annoyed. I thought she was your girlfriend?" "She is," I protested. But in truth, I wasn't so sure either. Throughout the day and night I'd spent letting Justin have his way with me, over and over, I'd given Shauna as little thought as my parents. And while they would probably in the end forgive me, I was not convinced she would. I'd actually tried to call her before ringing home, but her father had said she was out - which seemed odd for a Sunday morning. I finally managed to placate my mother enough for her to terminate the call and walked back to Justin's house. I found him in the kitchen. He kissed me, then gave me a serious look, his handsome face radiating concern. "How did it go?" "About as well as expected," I answered, with a wry grimace and a slight shrug of my shoulders, then looked around. "So where are are your mates? Don't they usually have breakfast around now?" "They decided to go out and eat. Why? Don't tell me you actually want those reprobates around?" Strangely enough, I didn't at all mind the thought of spending more time with the three other university students with whom Justin shared a house. When we had eventually taken a break from our relentless coupling the day before, I had met them over a shared dinner and, much to my surprise, thoroughly enjoyed their company. They had teased the two of us unmercifully about "breeding like rabbits" - the walls in the share house were paper thin, and we weren't doing much anyway to keep the noise down. And Justin had to endure endless jokes about how young I was. Yet for all the banter, they were both friendly and, in their way, courteous to me. It certainly didn't hurt my self-confidence that a group of intelligent and reasonably good-looking young men clearly found me attractive and desirable. (Not, I reflected, that they were that intelligent. None of them seemed to have figured out that Justin was gay, or that his new girlfriend was somewhat lacking in the tits and pussy departments. Clever people, I was beginning to learn, weren't necessarily smart.) But I didn't reveal any of this to Justin. I just smiled and said, "Just wanted to check we had the house to ourselves." He looked at me with a grin. "Why, darling, what did you have in mind?" he asked archly. I kissed him softly, then whispered into his ear, "I was thinking that you haven't yet bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me right here." As I said this, I fondled the front of his jeans and felt the delicious lump there come alive. "And I like it when you call me darling ..." By the time I finally set off for home that night I had indeed been fucked over the kitchen table. I also had an aching body, an asshole that had been loosened so much that I wondered if it would ever close up again, legs that trembled so much I could hardly put one foot in front of the other, and a boyfriend who was now so tired that he claimed he would need a week to recuperate. I had also come more times myself than I could count, although not once inside Justin. For all that he loved using his mouth and hands on another cock, he was not at all keen on being penetrated. Clearly, his experience at being forced to be a girl for senior boys at an elite boarding school had turned him off that, as it had crossdressing. But none of that at all affected his enthusiasm for fucking me, as my now gaping rear passage attested. And, crucially, we had arranged to go out again the following weekend. So despite the less than ecstatic reception I knew I was about to get at home, and the physical toll that all that lovemaking had taken on my slender body, I was feeling positively buoyant as I slipped quietly into Shauna's back garden and used my key to let myself into the shed that I had been using as a changing room. Until, that is, I discovered that my male clothes had been removed. Cursing, I searched everywhere in the shed for them, but they were nowhere to be seen. It didn't take a genius to figure out that my goddess, annoyed at me not getting in touch, had decided to punish me by hiding them, probably inside her house. I had tried twice more during the day to call her, but each time I was told she was not in. I thought for a minute about just knocking on her front door. But she might really be out - and while I had never actually spoken to her parents, I couldn't take the chance that they would recognise the boy from next door under all that makeup. Which seemed to leave only one option. Entering through the back gate, I stole as quietly as I could into the shed in my own back garden and found the spare back door key in the jar where it usually lived. The next part was the hardest - letting myself in, walking through the kitchen into the hall and padding as noiselessly as I could up the stairs, while my parents watched tv in the front room. It was a nerve- wracking few minutes, but I made it without incident. Once in my bedroom I quickly changed out of the female clothing I had been wearing for the past 48 hours off and on (though a good deal off). Rather than return it to the shed next door, and risk Shauna throwing the outfit away, I hid the black jumper, plaid skirt, purple tights, bra, panties and boots as best I could in the recesses of my wardrobe. Next came the job of removing my makeup, which at a physical level was easy enough - I had become quite adept at both applying and removing cosmetics quickly, while practising at home. But emotionally, it took quite a toll.i had just spent two whole days as Alannah, and it was a wrench to give her up. She might not be a completely different person to Alan, but she was certainly better - and had way more fun. So when I snuck back downstairs, and opened the front door as if I was only just getting home, the tears that came to my eyes when my parents rushed out to greet me were not entirely faked. I was genuinely sorry for upsetting them - but also full of remorse at resuming a role that I increasingly wanted to leave behind. Then it was quickly up to bed, before they noticed that the clothes I'd come back in weren't the ones I'd gone out with on the Friday evening. The ensuing week wasn't any better. I tried everything I could think of to talk to Shauna. But when I called she was always said to be out - even when I had seen her go into the house from my bedroom. And on the couple of occasions that I actually ran into her, she would neither look at me nor acknowledge my presence in any other way. I even posted her a letter, but there was no response. I would have tried to reach her through her girlfriend Tessa. But I had no telephone number or address for her - and I baulked at the idea of waiting for her outside the school she and Shauna attended, given the likelihood of my goddess herself being there as well. I felt utterly wretched at being distanced from the person who'd first dressed me up and even named me as Alannah. By Friday, I was feeling desperate enough to try a different tack. So rather than heading home from school I shadowed one of the younger kids, a boy with a mop of blonde hair and large blue eyes. When I saw that there was nobody else within earshot, I closed the distance between us and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello Joanna," I said quietly, as he spun around. His beautiful, doll-like face stared up at me, fear and shock fighting for control. But then something seemed to click and he said wonderingly, "A - Alannah? It's you, isn't it? Oh god, I didn't know we went to the same school!" I gave a sad smile. "Alan, actually - dressed like this, anyway." I rested my hand lightly on the arm of the young boy who, at Shauna's request, I'd identified as a suitable candidate for feminisation - and who I'd last seen dressed like me as a schoolgirl and coming into my hand as I stroked his hard little dick. "I'm sorry to scare you like that, John." I put a slight emphasis on his male name. "But I wonder if I could talk to you?" He looked around. "Okay. My house is round the corner, why don't we go there?" I nodded my thanks and we spent the next couple of minutes talking about the school we both attended. I let him think I had seen him there and recognised him, though said nothing about my part in his recruitment. His home was much larger and nicer than mine. After briefly greeting his mother (who if she was wondering what an older boy was doing with her son was polite enough not to ask) John led me up to a bedroom that was twice the size of my own. We had just settled down when the door flew open and we were joined by a girl who was the spitting image of John. "This is my twin sister Charlotte," he said, "but everyone calls her Charlie." "Nice to meet you," I said, "my name's -" "This is Alannah," cut in John. The girl's hand flew to her mouth, as I gaped at her in shock. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, her face of picture of delight, "you're the pretty one John was telling me about!" "Wait," I said, dragging my eyes off her and confronting her brother. "You told her about me? About what we do?" John had the grace to look a little embarrassed, but his tone was defiant. "I didn't mean to, not originally. She caught me borrowing some of her clothes and makeup, and found some of the instructions Tessa had given me. So then I had to come clean. But look, she's actually been helping me!" "Helping you how, exactly?" "Well with makeup, a bit - only she's not so great at that, are you Charlie?" He flashed a grin at his sister, who didn't deny the charge. "But she's been wonderful with clothes, she even took me out shopping with her, although most of her stuff fits me anyway. And she's promised not to let anyone else in on our secret." I closed my eyes briefly, then sighed. "Okay, it is what it is, I guess." I briefly explained my predicament. The twins were fascinated to hear my tales of what I had been getting up to as Alannah, to the point where I revealed rather more than I had intended - although I withheld some of the more intimate details of my sex with Justin. John promised to go and ring Tessa and ask her advice about what I should do. While he was gone, I chatted with Charlie. Where her brother was fairly reserved, she was ebullient and demonstrative. We quickly got talking about clothes and she showed me some of her outfits. We were well into a debate about the merits of wearing hosiery when John returned. His news was not very positive. Shauna was said to be hopping mad at me, not so much about being kept in the dark as the fact that I had clearly decided to put my relationship with Justin above my friendship with her. Tessa also didn't feel that she could betray her girlfriend by catching up with me herself. But she did think that if I gave it time, Shauna might come round. "Well that's something, I suppose," I reflected. "But I'm not going to have much of a relationship with Justin if I can't change into Alannah, am I?" Charlie clapped her hands together. "But you can come here when you want to turn into Alannah!" She held up a hand to forestall my protest. "It's a big house, not that hard to get in and out of without being seen. Besides, I have girlfriends visiting all the time. You can store your clothes here. If you want some more, I know mine are too small, but we could always go shopping. Or, if need be, pinch something from George!" "George?" I queried. "Our older sister Georgina. And before you say anything, yes, I know, everyone makes that joke about our parents wanting us all to be boys." "Except for the one who actually wants to be a girl," I said slyly, glancing at John. "I don't want to be a girl!" he denied hotly, but then blushed and added, "But I do like dressing up as one!" We chatted some more and agreed that I would return the following day - which went far better than I could have expected. After getting changed into some clothes that Charlie had temporarily liberated from George's wardrobe, and putting on my face, the younger girl took me out shopping for a new outfit, which she helped me find: a beautiful floral print dress and a small black jacket to go over it. For once, I didn't wear any tights or long socks, but left my legs bare. I had rather boldly started shaving there and pretty everywhere else on my body, taking the risk that the absence of hair would be noticed at home or at school. After that, it was off to see Justin for dinner and a movie - followed by a night of enthusiastic fornication that removed any fear I might have had that he would treat me as a two-night stand. And so, much to my surprise, my life settled into a new pattern. Twice a week, I dressed up as Alannah and went out with Justin. But there were other days and nights where I simply went round to the twins' house and hung out with them - and more especially with Charlie, with whom I had quickly become fast friends. We had a great time dressing up both John and myself, while I also worked with his sister to improve both her and my makeup skills. On a couple of occasions John went off separately to be dressed up as Joanna by Tessa and play with the older girls. Although he enjoyed these sessions, he also thought that the two of them were missing me, even if they didn't say so. That, of course, was welcome news, though I had made him promise not to tell them about what he and I were up to with Charlie. To date, my relationship with the twins had been purely platonic. But one evening, with both John and I in full makeup and trying on a selection of lacy underwear that Charlie had found hidden away in one of George's drawers, I noticed that the young boy's hand kept straying to his crotch. "Joanna," I asked rather mischievously, "is that little clit of yours giving you trouble?" He bit his lip, glanced guiltily at his sister, and nodded. "It's just that ... well, you look so beautiful in that negligee and I couldn't help, you know ..." I walked over to him and kissed him very gently on the cheek, but then reached down to pat the lump in his panties, causing him to gasp. "I understand sweetie. Look, would you like me to take care of that for you?" I glanced at Charlie. "If your sister doesn't mind, of course." She inclined her head slightly, an intent look on her face that I'd never seen before. Taking it as a sign of consent, I sat Joanna down in a chair and then knelt between his legs. Carefully, I pulled down the frilly pink knickers he was wearing. His little cock sprang to attention. Wrapping my fingers around it, I looked up into his lovely painted face, so like his sister's, and held hiis gaze as I brought my mouth down. His eyes widened and he gave a little moan as I ran my tongue over the tip. It was startling how small it seemed - not so much compared to my own (though I was definitely bigger), as to the one that I had been so enthusiastically worshipping for the past month or so. Where Justin's was thick, uncircumcised and lined with veins, Joanna's was pale and smooth, the head emerging fully only as I pulled back the tight foreskin. It tasted different too as I took it into my mouth - there was less of the musky, masculine scent that I associated with my lover. Thinking about Justin produced a slight pang of guilt. After all, I was about to suck another boy's cock! But then I reflected that I had never told him about the strange relationship with Shauna that had set me on the road to feminisation, much less the expanded group of her acolytes with whom I had shared my first sexual experiences. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Besides, I told myself, I wasn't doing this out of self-gratification ... That said, I had found there was a joy in giving pleasure, and while I was not particularly aroused right now, I did get something of a rush from the effect I was having on Joanna. The look of awed amazement on his face as I closed my lips over his swollen stick and started to fellate him was priceless. Unlike Justin, whose large appendage filled my throat and made me gag if I tried to cram him all the way into my mouth, I could easily engulf the younger boy's organ. I took the opportunity now to do so, my lips pressed against the soft tufts of his pubic hair, my tongue sliding up and down the shaft. I held him there for a moment and then released him, my mouth dripping saliva. I looked up to see him staring down with a mixture of shock and ecstasy. "Let me guess," I said with a grin, "the big girls haven't got round to doing this to you yet, have they?" He shook his head mutely. "Well luckily for you, I've been practising with my boyfriend. Let's see how good I've got, shall we?" I clearly had got very good indeed - or perhaps he was just very turned on. Because in no time at all I could feel him tensing up, readying himself for his climax. Just before the moment arrived, I lifted my mouth off and finished him with my hand. When the fiirst jet of cum sprayed from his cock, it hit me full in the face, though I managed to direct the rest straight between my lips onto my waiting tongue. "Wow!" I said indistinctly as he groaned in release. "That's quite a load! You must have been saving that up for a special day ..." Carefully, I collected the gobs of cum sticking to my face and added them to the impressive amount in my mouth - or at least, what I hadn't already involuntarily ingested. I opened wide to show Joanna just how much there was, then swirled it around in my mouth and ostentatiously swallowed it. As I did so, I marvelled not just at how comfortable I had become with consuming semen, but how fulfilling it was. It was not so much the taste, which was nothing special, as what its presence in my mouth and throat said about my ability to excite and satisfy a boy. "Oh wow!" breathed a voice beside me. I turned to find Charlie, who had moved in close to make sure she had a good view of the action. I noticed that it was she now whose hand was pressed between her legs. "I'll be with you in a minute," I grinned. "Got some cleaning up to do first." And with that I lowered my head again and squeezed and licked every last drop off and out of her brother's slowly deflating member, taking care not to drip any on the borrowed knickers. "Feeling better?" I inquired, prompting a dazed smile and rather shy nod from Joanna. "But now," I said, turning to his sister, "it seems like Charlie might be the one who needs a little relief." "What to do you mean?" she asked, her eyes wide. "I mean, I think you should go and make yourself comfortable on the bed." She stared at me for a minute, like a deer caught in the headlights, then as if moving through treacle slowly took herself to the bed and half-reclined on it, propped up on her elbows. Her knees were also up and firmly pressed together. I looked at them, then at her, and raised my eyebrows. She trembled visibly, then gradually opened her legs, her short denim skirt riding up to reveal yellow cotton panties underneath. There was a noticeable damp spot and I could see the outline of her slit through the material. I got on the bed beside her and slowly ran my hand up the warm flesh on the inside of her thigh, causing her to shiver. As delicately as I could, I slipped an exploratory finger inside her panties and pushed through the soft hair until I reached the hot, moist gash inside. As I found it, she gave a yelp - and simultaneously I felt a rush of fluid over my digit, and her hand clamped down over mine. I waited for her to drag my hand out of her knickers. But instead she held it there, almost pushing my finger down between her soft wet labia. I lglanced up at her face and was shocked to see how scared and uncertain she looked. Yet she wasn't letting me go either ... The penny dropped, as it should have done a lot earlier. "You've never had anyone touch you before, have you?" I asked softly. "Boy or girl, right?" She shook her head. "But you'd like to know what it feels like, yes?" She held my gaze for a few seconds, then gave a guilty nod and dropped her eyes. "Okay," I said, "but two things. First, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is something to enjoy, in whatever form you get the chance. But second, it's up to you to decide what you want, and what you're willing to put up with. You need to be in control." The force with which I said this last caused Charlie to lift her head. "You might choose to let someone else make the decisions, just like Joanna and I have done with Shauna and Tess. And that's okay. But it still needs to be your choice to submit. No matter how horny you might be" - and with this I wiggled my finger, prompting another gasp - "you should only let someone else control your body if you really want them to. Understand?" She bit her lip and nodded. "No," I said, "tell me you understand." Her face, already flushed, darkened a little further and she snapped, "Yes Alannah, I understand, all right?" "That's better," I said, nodding in approval at this show of spirit. "Now, you can either let me decide what to do, or you can tell me exactly what you want done. Assuming, that is, you want anything done at all?" "Oh, I do," she said immediately, but then seemed to ponder briefly. Slowly, a smile stole over her pretty young face. "I want you to do exactly what makes me feel as good as John - I mean Joanna - just felt." It was as if a switch had been flicked, with the uncertain young ingenue replaced by the vivacious girl I had come to know and cherish these past few weeks. "That," I said, grinning at her, "is an excellent choice ..." I brought my mouth down on hers and was rewarded with the softest, sweetest kiss I could remember getting. I had become used to Justin's firm mouth and his questing tongue, but it was delightful being reminded just how lovely it was to kiss a girl, especially when we were both wearing lipstick. As we locked lips I gently disengaged my hand from Charlie's panties and slipped it up inside her camisole top. She was not wearing a bra, so I had unimpeded access to her tiny breasts. As I gently teased her nipples she moaned and her kisses became more urgent. By the time my hand found its way back to her quim it was positively gushing, especially when I located her clitoris and began to tease it between my finger and thumb. And I too now was so hard it hurt. With great reluctance, but conscious of the urgency with which she was starting to grind her snatch against my hand, I broke off the kiss. After a brief and pleasurable diversion kissing her delicious little tits, which brought on a further batch of uncontrolled moaning (and a fervent wish from me that the bedroom walls and door were thick enough to preserve our privacy), I positioned myself between her legs. I had thought briefly of fucking her. I was positive that she would have let me, and In truth part of me was curious to know what it was like to pop a young girl's cherry. But I didn't, for at least two reasons. One was a sense that the person Charlie first took inside herself should be someone more special to her than me. But another was a growing sense that I was no longer interested in playing that role. If I'd known the terminology at the time, I would have realised that I wanted to be a bottom, not a top. But it was also a point of distinction between Alan, who'd wanted nothing more than to fuck attractive girls, and the Alannah that I was still in the process of becoming. So I contented myself in pulling down her panties and then burying my tongue in her cunt, licking and slurping until I brought her to a shuddering orgasm, her juices spilling down my chin. And as I hugged her afterwards, her body still shaking from the after effects of her climax, and listened to her fervent expressions of gratitude, I knew I had done the right thing. This was a coupling she would remember with nothing but pleasure, and never a tinge of regret. And clearly it was to be the first of many, because after a brief moment to recover she was keen to start again. Only this time, she insisted, it was only fair that I get something out of it as well. Which led to her instructing Joanna to put his mouth to work on me while I was having a second go at her dripping pussy. The look on her borther's face when he was ordered to suck me off was an enchanting combination of terror and excitement. Despite insisting that he wasn't sure what to do, he agreed to give it a go. In truth, compared to the expert blowjobs I'd had from Shauna and Justin, he wasn't that great at it either. But I had little doubt that he would get more practice ... By the time I finally called it a night and headed home, I had come twice (once in Joanna's mouth and the other time in Charlie's), and the twins far more often than that. I did idly wonder though what kind of genie I might have uncorked and resolved to ensure that we make this a one-off. I could see life being way too complicated if I had to juggle a relationship with Justin and an ongoing threesome. I also had no doubt that, quite apart from any further fun that Joanna might have with Shauna, they were quite capable of finding new partners of their own. But what I also realised was that it was time to resolve things with my goddess. And so the following Saturday I cancelled my usual date with Justin and instead headed off to a pub, not at all close to my usual haunts, where I knew from a phone conversation with Tessa that she and Shauna would be having a drink. When I arrived and spotted the two girls, I watched them for a couple of minutes, then walked over to their table. Tessa immediately arose and caught me up in a hug. "It's so good to see you Alannah!" she said. "And you're looking fabulous!" She turned to her girlfriend and said, with just a hint of an edge in her voice, "Isn't she?" Shauna, still seated, stared at me impassively - and then the corner of her mouth twitched as she took in what I was wearing. "Yes," I said, "it's the same outfit you helped me buy when we went out shopping. I'd have never have thought of trying tights this colour. Or, you know, wearing tights at all." My heart was thudding as I watched her take this in, wondering how she'd react. But I also couldn't help glancing down at her own legs, as usually sheathed in black nylon and looking as long and elegant as ever. She saw where my gaze went and her acne-scarred face creased into a lopsided grin. "Same old Alannah, I see. You'd better sit down." Tessa smiled with obvious relief. "You two can chat for a bit. I'll go and get us some drinks, Vodka and lemon still okay for you Alannah?" "Fine, thanks," I said and seated myself opposite Shauna. "How are you going?" "All right, I guess," she said, the grin fading. "Been seeing a lot of Tess. She missed you, you know. She liked dressing you up." There was a pause. "So did I." She looked away as she said it. I reached out my hand and put it on top of hers. "Shauna, I'm so sorry for what happened that weekend with Justin. I mean, I'm not sorry for what he and I did. It was wonderful. Still is actually. But I'm sorry I didn't at least call you. It was all a bit ... overwhelming. I had no idea it was going to go so far so quickly." "Yeah, you said in your letter," said Shauna, a hint of bitterness in her voice. But she didn't try to take her hand away. I squeezed it. "Look," I said, "I can't undo what's done. And I know we can't go back to exactly what we had before, because ... well, I'm different now, and for all I know you are too. But that doesn't mean we can't go back to being good friends. Or more than that - if you want." There was a silence for a minute. Then Shauna spoke. "I'm not going out with Alan again. And I'm certainly not letting him fuck me." "I wouldn't expect you to," I answered. "And to be honest, I wouldn't want you to. I think I've stopped wanting to do anything at all as Alan ... And anyway, I don't think you're interested in having a boyfriend any more. Not when you've got Tess, right?" Shauna swung her head round to look at the redhead, who was waiting at the bar to be served. "No, I guess not," she answered, then looked back at me. "Is it that obvious?" "Well it is to me," I said. "It's just the way you look at one another, the way you touch. You're in love with her, aren't you?" Shauna nodded ruefully. "Can't deny it. And I think she feels the same way, though we haven't really talked about it ..." She shook her head, as if to clear it. "But look, what is it you're suggesting, if you don't want to go out with me?" "I don't want to go out with you as Alan," I said, "but I would love it if I could still see you as Alannah. And, you know, basically, go back to doing what you tell me to do." She opened her mouth to respond, but I hastily amended, "With one exception. I'm not breaking up with Justin, or doing anything to ruin things between us, because that would hurt him as well as me. But otherwise, I'm yours. If you still want me." Shauna gave me a steady look, but said nothing, as if weighing up what I'd said. "So, have you two kissed and made up yet?" We each turned to find a grinning Tessa returning with our drinks. She set them down on the table and looked at us expectantly "I don't know," I said guardedly, returning my gaze to Shauna, "have we?" "Alannah here says she wants to go back to doing what I say - except for giving up that hunk of a boyfriend," said Shauna in answer to Tessa. "Who, I notice, doesn't seem to go out drinking with his mates any more. Or at least, not in the pub where I work." "Sounds fair to me," said Tessa. "Not losing your boyfriend I mean." Once again, she gave Shauna a meaningful look. "Oh all right," said my goddess, pretending to be cross. "If it'll make you happy ..." I had the clear impression it wasn't my happiness she was thinking about. She looked thoughtful for a minute, and then added, "So you'd really do anything I asked? Within reason at least?" "Within reason," I affirmed. Because this was my choice, to submit to her direction. It had taken me into women's clothes, and makeup, and experiences I could only have dreamed about as a teenage boy. But most of all, it had made me into Alannah, a better version of myself. All that had happened because I trusted and obeyed Shauna. And I was ready to do it again. She nodded, and a mischievous look stole over her face. "Okay then. See that guy over there?" She pointed to a man who was drinking on his own at the bar. He was perhaps in his forties, with a sour expression and rumpled clothes that hung off his thin frame. He had obviously been checking us out, because he turned his head away as soon as we looked at him - and because, well, that's what guys like him usually did to girls like us. "Yes, what about him?" I asked. Shauna grinned. "I want you to take him outside and give him a blowjob." "Seriously?" "Yep. You can see he's into you, he's hardly taken his eyes off you since you arrived. Go and make his day - and then bring us back some of his cum to prove it. Go on." I looked at her aghast, but her expression was implacable. Slowly, I rose to my feet, trying to ignore the knot that had just formed in my stomach, and instead figure out how to offer oral sex to this lucky stranger. But as I started tto head towards the bar, Shauna grabbed me by the wrist. "Shit Alannah, you were really going to do it, weren't you?" There was a look of wonder on her face. "Wait," said Tessa, "you were just testing her?" "Uh huh," answered my goddess. "Seriously Alannah, you can sit down." I blinked, then did as I was told. Part of me wanted to scream at her. But I settled instead for saying, "But what if I actually wanted to suck him off?" Shauna laughed. "You can always do it later, after we've finished talking." "Okay," I said, "but I passed the test, yes?" "With flying colours, I'd say," put in Tessa. But Shauna's face had turned serious again. "Look Alannah, you did, but ... The thing is, I don't want to tell you what to do all the time, even if I could. You're doing too well on your own, babe." She leaned forward and took my hand. "Let's just be friends, hey? Except, every now and again, we might get together and have a night where I do get to boss you around. And if that means ordering you to have sex with someone, you do it. How does that sound?" I grinned. "Sounds perfect. I've missed you guys, and I so want to go back to having you as girlfriends. And yes, any time you want to get kinky together, I'm all yours." I paused. "However, if you're looking for someone else to add to your little group, there's a certain young girl who I reckon could learn a lot ..." So I told them about Charlie, and we caught up with what we'd each been doing, and generally enjoyed a chatty and relaxing girls' night out. Which, I might add, did not end with me giving a blowjob to the man at the bar. But I did do a lot of thinking both as I walked back to John and Charlie's house to change, and then later as I lay in my bed at home, a little unhappier as always for having returned to being Alan. And I came to an important decision. The following morning, as I came downstairs for a slightly late breakfast, I took a deep breath and then walked into the kitchen, my heart pounding. "Mum," I said, "I've got something to tell you ..." To be continued ...