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Part 3 - Becoming the Perfect Party Girl Over the next week Dan recovered the camera and gave the footage to Oscar to process. He did, much to his secret shame, watch all the footage himself from the camera, although he internally justified it as conducting research on Lauren. It was however not the complete truth and Dan was horrified at his own voyeurism in the whole endeavour. The time lapsed tape showed all the various girls classes changing for their PE lesson, many of which were the junior years and well below sixteen. It was an uncomfortable experience for him, and he spun quickly through the classes with what he considered was inappropriate content. He did however linger somewhat on the time lapses that showed the girls in the older classes. He felt like he'd been starving and hungry for ages and it was becoming more of the norm for Dan now. It had enabled him to lose some eight pounds already, but Oscar wanted him to lose more and at a faster rate. Conversely he said that Dan should have a day where he ate more every two weeks to stop his body from plateauing and refusing to shed any more pounds. Oscar had measured him only yesterday and had announced that tomorrow he would have the temporary suit ready for Dan to try on. Then they would go out that evening to a nightclub, where Wendy and the 'new girl' would go out and enjoy themselves and Dan would be expected to act like the woman that he was. As such, Oscar told him, he must intensify his feminine deportment and mannerisms training and prioritise it over his absorption of knowledge about Lauren. Today therefore Dan was walking up and down his flat once again wearing a corset around his waist, padding on his hips held in by a pair of sheer black opaque tights, false breasts slotted into the cups of a white bra and a pair of 4 inch heels on his feet. He'd been practising walking up and down now for an hour, watching a YouTube video of the female gait and now his feet were beginning to hurt. Dan had often heard women complaining about killer heels and now he knew the truth of it. Just then the doorbell rang. He headed and looked out of the kitchen window to see that the postman was there with a large parcel for him in his hand. Dan had been expecting the package to arrive for a few days now, and with the trial supposedly going ahead tonight, he knew that he needed to receive that parcel. He couldn't afford for the postman to take it back to the depot. He had to get it, but the postman wouldn't wait and he really didn't want the postman to see him like this. Quickly he had a brainwave. He kicked off the killer heels and fetched his large dressing gown from the bedroom even as he called out that he was coming. He hoped that the sheer black tights on his feet would look enough like socks that he would get away it, since they would be showing still as the dressing gown only went to his ankles. He opened the door. "One for you to sign for Sir," the friendly postman told him, offering him the machine and the plastic pen for his signature. Dan scrawled his name as best he could, letting go of where he had been holding the dressing gown over his girly clothes. As he finished his signature, the robe came open, giving the postman a view of his girly apparel. The postman took back the reader and pen with a grin on his face. "You have a nice day, err Sir," he said as he headed back on his round. Dan blushed furiously. He could never look the postman in the eye again. *********** Lauren was determined to find her boyfriend and admonish him for standing her up once again. Last night would have been the third time in a week that he'd forgotten that they were due to meet for a secret tryst. Indeed she felt that the meetings were becoming so secret that not even he was getting the memo. With the Prom less than two weeks away now, she was starting to think that he might have another woman that he was seeing on the side. She found Reece talking with his Rugby playing mates in the playground just before the end of lunch and bell was due very soon. She was pleased to see none of the other girls hanging around him. Perhaps she'd been overly imagining things about him having another secret girlfriend. "Reece, I was just looking for you," she purred to him. It was always best to go in softly she felt, as then he'd be relaxed and wouldn't see the sting coming. Reece turned to face her. "Oh yeah right Lauren. I was just talking tactics with the guys," Reece said casually. "Well it's high time you paid me some more attention. We are supposed to be going out together you know?" Lauren bit back. Reece seemed stung by her words. "Lauren, I have to talk rugger with the guys. We've got a big game tomorrow," Reece countered. It was true that they had some big game, but Lauren had never really paid much attention the details on these things. "Yes, I suppose that's why you've hardly paid me any attention all week is it? I get lonely at times you know," Lauren pouted in a way she hoped would be really sexy to Reece. "You've got all your girl pals to keep you company, you can't be that lonely. I'm sorry Lauren but it's just the end of season and we're under a lot of pressure in the league," Reece apologised. Lauren felt it was only a half apology, and being reminded of her follower's recent transgressions against her leadership was not helping. "My girlfriends are friends. You're my boyfriend and that should mean quite a bit more. You've forgotten me several times when you were supposed to be meeting me. I'm feeling quite a bit unloved at the moment," Lauren complained. "Lauren, I just have a lot on my mind recently that's all, what with graduation, the ball, the end of the season and everything," Reece told her. She didn't know what everything was, but the other things were all just part of school life. "You need to get used to doing multitasking Reece. It's all just part of the wide world. We are still going to the cinema together on Friday night right?" Lauren demanded. Reece nodded and the bell went for the end of lunch. For now that would need to do, but Reece really needed to up his game in the boyfriend stakes! **************** Jasmine hit the ball back as hard as she could over the net but it was too long and too wide. There was no way that Dean could get to the ball in time and the ball lodged itself in the mesh fencing on the outside of the court. "You really must work harder on your backhand. You are trying to over hit them to compensate since it's your weaker side," Dean told her. "I guess that will have to do for the day though now Jasmine. Perhaps a bit of R&R inside?" Dean wasn't even breathless, and Jasmine was still panting hard from her exertions. Still she wasn't going to be needing to do much herself in the coming encounter in the house but lie back and take what Dean had to offer. Once they were inside the house and out of the way of the prying eyes of the neighbours, Jasmine pulled Dean closer and kissed him hungrily. He was a small thin man, unlike her hunky husband, but he was super fit and super into her. These days her husband Marcus treated her like she was just a vessel to fill, and didn't seem to care for her pleasure. The passion had gone out of the relationship for some time. Dean kissed her back and led her upstairs to the bedroom where he started to pull down her Gucci sweatpants. She did the same to his shorts and could see the erection already formed in his underpants. Jasmine pulled her white T shirt over her head, trying to keep her long blonde hair out of her eyes as she did so and revealed her breasts snugly held in her sports bra. Dean quickly stripped out of his own T shirt and gently lowered her to the bed in his arms where he began kissing her and fondling her breasts. "I love you Jasmine," he told her. "And I love you too Dean. I want you inside me," Jasmine replied to him. Dean reached around and freed her breasts from the sports bra, before whipping it over her head. He then began sucking expertly on each nipple, raising Jasmine's expectations of what was to come as well as her nipples. As he did so, Jasmine reached her hand into Dean's underwear and took a firm grip on his member and began pumping it in her hand. There was no way that he couldn't react to Jasmine's attentions on his cock, and it got about as firm as it was going to get. "You better stop that unless you want to be painted white right now," Dean told her. Jasmine just laughed, but did indeed stop the hand job and instead removed his underwear before doing the same with her own sweaty white panties which she flung across the room. She pushed Dean down onto the bed and he watched breathlessly as she lowered herself down onto his rock hard member. Jasmine spent the next five minutes or so riding on top of Dean until he could not hold on any longer. He tried his best, but the noise her sopping wet sex sucking in and out of him was driving him wild and he couldn't help but release his load into her. Having released Jasmine collapsed on the bed next to him. "That was fun. We should play again next week," Jasmine said after she got her breath back. "Tennis or the other ball game?" Dean asked with a smile. "Both," Jasmine replied to him. "Now I have an appointment in half an hour in town, so you'd better get yourself dressed and onto your next pupil," With that she picked up her clothes and headed into the en-suite bathroom to get herself together. Dean picked himself up off the bed and slowly began to dress himself. He didn't dare dig into the sports bag where the camera was hidden and check it out yet. There was too much of a risk that Jasmine might come out the bathroom and see it. He would have to wait until he was safely away from the house before he checked whether it had recorded the sex session on it. More though he needed Jasmine's face on the video. He hoped he'd positioned the bag in the right place, but you never knew with these things. Last week it had been too low and the footage was useless. "I'll be off now Jas. See you next week," Dean called out, picking up the bag. ************ Oscar had finished Dan's suit ready for the evening's entertainment. Certainly he was up for quite a bit of fun tonight, but he was just a bit worried about Dan's commitment to the role. It was clear to Oscar that Dan was as straight as they came, but to be able to convincingly pull off being a woman he would need to behave like one, and that included interacting and having relationships with men. Dan had been the ideal foil for his scheme when he'd sought him out in the pub that night, but Oscar hadn't considered that he might be quite so blinkered. He'd tried to make it seem like it was a complete chance meeting, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Oscar had read in the papers about Dan losing his job and then losing the tribunal for unfair dismissal. Not only did he have motive for revenge therefore, but Dan's short height made him perfect for the role of the junior lady of the family. It was almost so perfect, but Dan's reaction the other day had given Oscar pause for thought. Oscar had always swung whatever way the wind suited him and as such adjusting to being a woman was not a problem for him. Indeed over the years he had had both male and female lovers as he saw fit. Tonight would be a test that would show whether his newfound partner could adapt and fit the role that Oscar needed him to be. Fooling a man that he was a woman, Oscar had always found was easy so long as they were able to get their end away. Fooling another woman though had always been more of a problem. With Jasmine needing to be in such close contact with her daughter for any amount of time would have been a huge risk. Oscar's solution would get around that now, but only if his erstwhile new daughter could play the role effectively as well. Oscar examined the finished suit closely, searching for any little imperfections that might give his prot?g?e away. The long dark black wig that he'd bought the other week was now attached to the mask, which had holes in it for the nose, mouth and eyes. It had taken him ages to individually attach the hairs on the eyebrows, but he was satisfied that they were perfectly shaped to give a smooth feminine arch. It was not his best work; that was still half finished on the dummy across the room, but it would do for Dan's test tonight. The work in progress was something else though. Already he could make out Lauren's features on the mask below her long blonde hair. The suit would need to wait a bit longer until Dan had lost some more weight though. It was going to be as good as the work that he'd done on his own Jasmine suit he was sure, but then he knew that it would need to be. Oscar went back to his examination of the suit that would have a more immediate use. It would only need to be used once, but it still needed to be anatomically correct where it counted. The test would involve more than just Dan being able to wear the suit and act feminine, but he would only find that out on the night. ********** Lauren had spent three hours getting herself ready for her date at the cinema with Reece. In a way it was pretty daft doing herself up for Reece when they were going to spend the majority of their time together sat in the dark, but his recent behaviour had made her nervous. What if he was seeing another one of the girls at school behind her back? She had to be the best that she could possibly be so that he would never look anywhere else. He was the alpha male and she was the alpha female. He'd better not have anyone else. If he did and she found out who it was, she would get the pack to tear her rival apart. She'd chosen a particularly low cut blue dress so that Reece would get a good glimpse at her assets. Lauren had decided to remind Reece of exactly the twin prizes that he could be winning if he played his cards right tonight. She'd also specially selected her lacy light blue undies and matching bra so that if they did get there tonight then Reece wouldn't find anything embarrassing down there. Lauren sat downstairs in the spacious living room with her summer cardigan on ready for Reece's arrival for well over twenty minutes before he finally rang the doorbell. She sprang up on her heels to the door and then paused to compose herself before she opened it to Reece slowly. She was disappointed to see that he was still in his tracksuit and hadn't made an effort for her. "Hi Lauren," he said as she let him in. "Hello Reece. Don't I get a kiss?" she suggested to him. Reece leaned in and gave her a perfunctory kiss. Lauren was not impressed but decided not to push it and cause a row before they'd seen the film. "Didn't you have time to change?" she asked him instead. "Err no, sorry. We were practising right up until late tonight for the area cup final tomorrow," Reece told her. It was great having a hunky rugby playing boyfriend who was popular, but she really wasn't interested in the sport at all. "Oh I see. Well that's the last game of the season isn't it? We should have more time after that." Lauren decided to look on the bright side. "Plus we have the ball next weekend too." "Yes, I suppose so," Reece replied. He didn't sound enthusiastic enough for Lauren's liking. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to make everything perfect. "You don't sound like you're looking forward to it," Lauren suggested. "Oh I am. I know it's an American thing brought over here, but you only get one Senior School Prom. It's just I've had some things on my mind recently," Reece told her. "Alright, try me then," Lauren prodded. Reece just shook his head. "Not now Lauren. I just have some things to think through is all. Let's get to the film." Reece evaded and offered her his arm, effectively ending that line of enquiry. ********** Dan knocked at Oscar's door with a slight sense of trepidation. As a crossdresser, there was an innate excitement to the whole process, but there was also a fear about being discovered. Dan had only ever really dressed as a woman in private before and going out into the wide world completely dressed was kind of scary. Not only that but they were supposedly heading out to a pub that was a known pick-up joint in town. The door opened and Dan was not surprised to see Wendy rather than Oscar already dressed to the nines ready to go out. She had a glittery silver dress on that was perhaps too low cut at the cleavage and to short on the thigh with matching silver heels. Dan thought that perhaps it was not the best outfit to go about town in without attracting attention. "Come on in. Are you prepared underneath?" Wendy asked as Dan entered the flat. The question was a bit generic, but Dan knew what it meant. He nodded. "Right get those horrid boy clothes off then and let's look at you!" Wendy told him. Dan had no choice but to strip in front of the faux woman and show his completely hairless body to Wendy, including his nipped in waist by a rather tight corset. Wendy inspected the tightness of the laces and seemed satisfied. "Good, let's turn you into a beauty for tonight. By the way what's your new name going to be?" she asked. Dan hadn't really given any thought to the matter really. He wasn't sure why it mattered, and as he desperately tried to think of a name. Tracy? No that sounded too common. What about Rebecca? No, that always sounded too snooty to him. Too much time had passed now and Dan was starting to panic. "Kylie," he said at last, thinking of the Australian pop starlet. "Alright then Kylie, come on through and we'll start the magic," Wendy led him through into the back room where Dan could see not only the suit that he was about to wear strewn on the desk by the make-up table, but also another half suit with a blond mask. The suit seemed to stop at the thighs and the biceps and Dan wondered just how this was going to work. "Get that on and tuck yourself in. I'll come back when you're done and do all the close fitting elements," Wendy told him, shutting the door, and leaving him all alone in the dressing room. Dan picked up the suit up and cautiously looked at it inside and out. It seemed to have a full head of long dark locks on the top and a similar colour patch of fuzz lower down just above a fake vagina, though it seemed to be less realistic that the head hair. The front of the suit and the hips were heavier than the rest since both parts had silicone prosthetics fitting into the latex suit. There was nothing else for it but to try and get into it. Dan put one leg at a time into the leg holes like wearing a pair of underpants and pulled the suit up. Next he had the dilemma of what to do with his private parts. He had to push the suit down a little to inspect exactly what the interior of the suit had in the way of accommodating them. There appeared to be an open tube that connected to the top of the outer vagina. The other tube inside the suit had no hole, so Dan figured that he would need to pop his fellow into the open hole. Sliding it in wasn't a big problem, but his balls wouldn't go into it and would need to make do outside. Satisfied, Dan pulled up the suit and instantly felt his balls get crushed by the process of pulling it all into place. This was not going to be the completely enjoyable experience that he'd hoped, but he had to press on and so he pulled the rest of the suit up, fitting his arms into the short sleeves. Reaching around the back he just about managed to locate the zipper and pull it up. Dan examined his new form in the mirror. He now had a man's head atop a woman's body, but the seams were still showing. He was vaguely disappointed, but he soldiered on and put the mask over his head and fitted it as best he could into place. This was a little better, but he could still see the seams around the eyes and mouth on the mask. "Oscar, I've got it on!" He called out and Wendy came trotting back into the room on her 3 inch heels. He was amazed to find that his voice had gone up several octaves due to the little chip that was embedded in the neck of the mask. "Shit that is so weird," Kylie told her mentor. "Now the first thing that you must remember is that my name is Wendy. You might as well get used to that now as I don't want you making any mistakes later. Now let's have a look at you Kylie." Wendy examined the work Dan had done putting on the suit. "Not bad, but we're going to have to merge all the seams now." With that Wendy located a pot of glue on the dresser and began using a brush to go under the seams of the mask and the torso to apply the glue and stick it down to Dan's face and limbs. Dan hoped that the glue would be easy to remove later. Although things now looked better, he could still see the seams and he said so. "Sit still whilst I do your seams. We can't have anyone finding out that you're not the good little lady you appear to be Kylie," Wendy told her and she set about applying liquid latex and makeup to blend in the seams around the suit and the mask. By the time Wendy was finished, Dan couldn't believe that the figure in the mirror wasn't a real living naked woman looking back at him. "Now you need to do your makeup like you practised and then get dressed. We ladies are going to hit the town hard and you need to be looking your best for all the beaus out there," Wendy told her. After all the practice the makeup wouldn't be a problem, and he enjoyed the dressing part. It was just the last bit of Oscar's speech that worried him. He looked through the clothes that Oscar had left out for his new female alter ego and quickly discarded them in favour of raiding the wardrobe for a more sensible blue jumper dress with a ruched neckline, patterned tights with little love hearts on them and matching blue heels. Kylie was certainly not going to go out looking like a tart. ********** Lauren had tried to snuggle up to Reece in the cinema, but annoyingly he'd slanted his body away from her so that the best she could do was lean against his arm. All in all, it wasn't the best and most comfortable of positions and not really her idea of romance. The film was as disappointing as the snuggling had been and on the walk back to her house Lauren needed something to take her frustrations out on. "Well that was a real yawner of a movie," she started. "I didn't think it was that bad," Reece replied mildly. This only irritated her even more and she brushed past a couple of older ladies, a brunette and a raven haired woman, dressed up to the nines in their heels ready for a night out. Lauren didn't pay them any attention. "Really? Didn't you think that the woman falling for his lies hook line and sinker every time was just the least bit unbelievable?" She told him. "It happens," Reece replied simply. "Not to me it doesn't, or any self-respecting woman," She replied stridently. Reece took her hand in his and gave it a little squeeze. "No, I suppose not, but not every woman is like you Lauren," They continued along in silence for a while, holding hands. Lauren quite enjoyed this and didn't want to say anything to break the moment. Finally they reached her family's rather large townhouse. "You could come in for a coffee if you like," Lauren offered her boyfriend. It was a standard offer that almost never meant coffee. "No, I'll take a rain check Lauren. I need to be up early for the game. I wouldn't want to ruin my performance," Reece replied. Lauren tried to hide her disappointment. His performance in the boyfriend stakes was what was concerning her more than on the Rugby field, even if he was the best looking catch in school. She leaned in and kissed him. Reece responded to the kiss but it was too perfunctory for her liking. "I'll come and watch your game tomorrow," she told him. If she showed a bit more interest in Rugby then perhaps Lauren thought, he'd be a bit more responsive to her. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he turned and waved goodbye to her. ******** Wendy was making notes on Kylie's performance as a woman throughout the walk to the pub and then whilst they were settling in to the pub. The walking practice had for the most part been effective but Kylie had gotten into the habit of swaying her hips just a little too much, exaggerating her walk and making it look too much drag queen and not enough natural woman. She'd have to talk to Kylie about this tomorrow during a debriefing session though. Her mannerisms could also do with a bit of work, but the disguise was convincing enough that Wendy hoped that the men wouldn't notice. Wendy had noticed that Kylie had spotted Lauren on their walk into town but was pleased that Kylie hadn't reacted. It wasn't time yet for the swap and Wendy didn't want to ruin the surprise that they would have later. She scanned the room looking for Ben and his mate Jasper, not that she had met Jasper before however. Ben had said that they would be here by nine o'clock, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that they were running late, so Wendy went up and bought some drinks from the bar. "So, what do we do?" Kylie asked sipping the glass of white wine that Kylie had bought her. "We chat normally like we're friends going for a night out," Wendy told her. "So how was work today?" Wendy saw Kylie hesitate, perhaps for longer than she should really have done. She needed to learn to improvise. "Your boss, Mr Hassam still on your back?" she added helpfully. "Oh yes, he's a real pig." Kylie at last got into the spirit of things. "I don't know why you haven't reported him," Wendy suggested. Just then two men came over to the table, one a well-built man with curly brown hair holding a pint and the other with long straggly ginger hair with a lager in hand. "Wendy, I hope we're not interrupting," the man told them. "Oh hello Ben. No, not at all. This is my friend Kylie that I was telling you about. Kylie, this is Ben and you must be Jasper," Wendy introduced everyone. "Nice to meet you both," Jasper said in a broad West Country accent. "Likewise," Kylie managed to reply in a shy voice, Wendy noted. Ben came pulled up a chair to sit next to her, whilst Jasper snuggled up on the sofa to close to Kylie, who in turn moved across out of Jasper's immediate space, smoothing her dress back down as she did so. Ben leaned in to kiss Wendy and she let him do so, keeping her eye on Kylie's reaction as they locked lips. Wendy noted with satisfaction that Kylie was busy trying to fend off Jasper's attentions. Perhaps that it was a good thing that she was busy kissing and didn't need to have to find another excuse for not rescuing her friend. Wendy leaned in and gave Ben a long, slow, lingering French kiss. "Let's go put some music on the jukebox," she suggested as she came up for air, leading him away from the table by the hand. She snuck a glance at the other couple and the brief horrified look that she saw on Kylie's face as Jasper's attention was briefly focussed on his lager. She smiled to herself as they crossed the bar with Ben's arm wrapped around her svelte waist. At the jukebox Wendy fished into her handbag for her purse and pulled out two ?2 coins which she piled into the machine. This would give them seven plays which would mean they would need to spend a considerable time choosing the different songs that they liked. This would be a perfect excuse to be away from the other couple. It would also give her some idea about Ben's taste in music, though she wasn't that bothered when it came down to it. Wendy was far more interested in Ben's body than his personality. They spent a good fifteen minutes selecting the seven songs on the jukebox. Wendy deliberating debated several of Ben's choices and made alternative selections. She even pretended that she couldn't make up her mind on some of the alternatives so that she could stretch the time out even longer. Wendy made sure to choose "Girls just want to have fun" and "It's raining men" especially for Kylie. "We should get back to the others," Ben said as they finally finished their choices. Reluctantly Wendy agreed and the headed back to the table where she noted that Jasper had moved closer to Kylie on the couch once again. Kylie had edged as far as she could along the couch but was trying to make it seem like she had done so to turn to face Jasper. "Ah Wendy welcome back," Kylie said to her sounding relieved. "Oh hi Kylie. Making friends?" Wendy said casually. It was a trap question, she could hardly say no at this point with Jasper next to her. "Yes, Jasper was just telling me about his hobby," Kylie replied evenly. "Oh what is that?" Wendy asked. "He's an artist," Kylie replied simply. "Oh does he do etchings?" Wendy quipped back, the euphemism was not lost on her. "No, I work in watercolours mainly," Jasper interjected. "I do both portraits and landscapes. I offered to paint Kylie if she'd like. She's so beautiful and she would make a great model for a picture." Wendy could see that Kylie was uncomfortable. Her cheeks would have been red at this point is she wasn't wearing a mask. She needed to buck up her ideas and enjoy being in the company of men. This was essential to the plan. "Oh I agree with him there. She's the one of us who has the looks." Wendy smiled at Kylie. "Why don't we all go and have a look at Jasper's pictures once we've finished up drinking here?" There were nods of agreement from the men and reluctantly Kylie agreed too. ********** The front door opened and Jasmine peered around the kitchen door to see her husband Marcus coming in back from his business trip. It was quite usual from her husband to be away for the best part of the week and for her only to see him at weekends. The boredom of such long periods left alone had led directly to her starting an affair with her tennis coach a few weeks back. "Hi honey, your dinner is warming in the oven. Do you want me to bring it through into the lounge?" Jasmine called out. "Yeah Jas, just let me take my shoes and jacket off and I'll be back down," Marcus replied heading off up the stairs. Jasmine sighed. It was likely going to be a normal Friday night of boring small talk about their week over dinner followed by a pretend passionate build up to a rather mundane yet brief sex session after which Marcus would fall asleep. Jasmine turned the oven off and began to dish the dinner up. One day her business would be a success and she could do as she wanted without having to rely on her husband, but for now she had no choice but to keep to the boring routines that would keep Marcus happy. Then maybe she could run away with Dean for real passion. ********** How had he, no how had she, come to this? Now Dan realised she had to think of herself in the feminine form lest she make a slip up. It was clear to her that Wendy had stitched her up good and proper at the pub. The two men who had conveniently come over to the table obviously knew Wendy and she had deliberately headed off, leaving Kylie no choice but to talk with Jasper. Then after a few more drinks she had suggested that they all go back to Jasper's house. It seemed safe with there being four of them, until Wendy had suddenly remembered that she'd promised to pick something or other up from Ben's house, and the two had headed off soon afterwards. Now Kylie was left all on her own in Jasper's house - a man, a woman with nothing to do but converse and pretend that they were here to drink coffee. Jasper came out of his work room carrying a large canvas. He put it down on the spare chair, revealing that it was of an elderly woman wearing glasses. The picture was quite lifelike and Kylie could see that Jasper had some talent. "It's a picture I did of my mum ten years ago," Jasper told her. "She died of cancer three years later." "Oh I'm sorry," Kylie told him and she meant it. She sipped at the coffee. It was quite strong and it had a hint of brandy in it. "There's nothing you can do about it now Kylie," Jasper said a trifle sadly. "She passed peacefully in her sleep in the end, but I like to keep the picture around to remind me of her and everything she did for me." "You miss her?" Kylie asked but she already knew the answer. Jasper nodded sadly. Suddenly it all came rushing into her mind. "She was the big female influence in your life and she's left a huge void there now." Jasper nodded once again. He looked on the verge of tears. Kylie knew that a real woman would go to him and give him a hug, but she was scared to do it, lest it start something else. Something that she couldn't do even if she was being manipulated into it by Wendy. "I'm so sorry Jasper. I should go," she told him putting down his empty coffee cup. "If you have to. I'd like to see you again though Kylie. Would you come and be my model one evening next week? I was serious about painting you," Jasper told her, just about holding back the tears. Kylie was on the verge of tears herself and she found that she couldn't say no to him at this point. "Alright. Monday night at 7pm," she said. The idea of being painted was somehow thrilling to her, though she also felt that she'd been painted into a corner by Wendy. Jasper half-smiled shyly. "It's a date Kylie," he said finally, though that wasn't quite what Kylie was thinking. ************************************************************************ If you enjoyed my work here, check out my two novels under the name Katerina Hellam on Amazon:- 1) Finneas Awakes - A Contemporary Fantasy Adventure with Cross-dressing and a background that spans decades. The fact that van delivery driver Finn Maguire is a martial artist and a transvestite are just two of the more common place things about him. 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