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We started planning our Paris getaway in earnest the next morning. I was
able to book us a room in the same hotel complex the Adult expo was being
held at. 10 days was about as long as Claire felt comfortable being away
from the Cafe, so we reserved one of the luxury suites for the duration.
My new documentation, passports and ID cards had arrived recently, so I
was all set to travel without too many problems. I also took the liberty
of ordering us both a new super high-end luggage set with nice roller
wheels and all the bells and whistles. I was finding recently that I was
having a bit of trouble moving large heavy things as easily as I had
before, probably a result of all the vitamin E(strogen) coursing through
my veins these days, so a ease of moving the likely metric crapton of
clothing we would be bringing was something very much on my mind.
Claire heard from Ulrich that the new corset was ready for a fitting, so
we dutifully headed into town to go check it out. as we entered the shop,
Ulrich did a double take when he saw the profound surgical changes to my
face and figure since the last time we were in his shop. I was getting
that a lot these days for some strange reason. I received my first wolf
whistle from him, which caused Claire to playfully punch him on the arm.
I was secretly thrilled though.
The corset sat on a dress form in the middle of the room. It looked much
better than the Velcro abomination I was still required to wear, all
shiny black leather, blue silk, with lace accents and very girlish tiny
bows at decorative intervals. Anticipating the reason for the visit, I
lifted my top enough to allow Claire and Ulrich to remove the hated
Velcro medical girdle, which I fully intended to burn later, and to fit
the new metal boned unit. They laced it up fairly tight. I found I could
still breath, but I wouldn't be running a marathon wearing this thing,
and certain waist movements were going to be a little more difficult, but
overall, it was very comfortable to wear. As a bonus my torso was
compressed about 2 more inches at the narrowest point, which did amazing
things for my figure. Ulrich proclaimed it to be an excellent fit, and a
masterwork. I couldn't help but agree. We paid and then headed out of the
store. As I got in the car, Claire mentioned that she had forgotten
something, and headed back inside for a couple of minutes. She returned
carrying a bag, that she put in the trunk. I tried to be nosy about it,
and she just blew raspberries at me.
After a brief stop at the hair salon to get our respective roots touched
up and my extensions adjusted for my now longer natural hair, we decided
to go do some other shopping for the trip. Claire wanted to stop in the
nearby makeup store to grab some travel supplies, and I wanted to head
into the mall to get a couple replacement coats and things. Not many of
the old ones would have even fit my present form all that well anyways,
so it was time to get some new ones. We decided to make a grand loop of
the mall promenade, starting with the makeup store. It turns out this was
the mysterious "Sephora" that my first makeup had come from. Claire and I
browsed the store, and she kindly explained what various powders and
brushes and implements of eyelash curling were actually for. It turns out
there was much more to all of this than my newbie girl status ever
imagined. We happened over to the eyeliner area, and I asked Claire "so,
how the heck are you able to do your eye makeup so much faster than me? I
know I am still terrible at it, but I never see your technique with it,
and I've been looking to pick up pointers on the wings in the morning by
watching you, but you are just too quick at it." I asked with a sexy
pout. I had pouting lips now, so why not? Claire laughed. "Really? I
thought you would have picked up on that before now." She shook her head.
"The reason you never see me doing anything to them, you silly minx, is
that mine aren't makeup at all. They are tattooed on." She finished with
a laugh. My mind was blown. I had achieved minx status! "So, wait, that's
really a thing? but yours always look so perfect!" I enquired, still a
bit skeptical. Claire nodded. The desk clerk tried not to laugh at me and
failed miserably at the attempt. I resolved to see about this permanent
makeup stuff, as I wasn't exactly going to be trying to return to life as
a guy anytime soon at this point. That would be such a time saver. A tiny
bit of me in the back of my mind also thought it would be kind of way hot
though too.
We spent a bit more time gathering supplies. I ended up with more makeup
bits for my arsenal that Claire picked out for me. The clerk also handed
me a list of times for makeup classes. I forgave her for laughing at me
with that. I also picked up my first official perfume, after Claire said
she liked how it smelled. I liked it too, it seemed to be a nice contrast
to the brand she wore as well. A few stores later and we had coats,
accessories, thingies, and most importantly a pair of strawberry banana
smoothies in hand. As we strolled around the mall further, narrowly
avoiding purchasing an entire fleet of kittens at the pet store, a
thought occurred to me. I turned to Claire. "You know, we may want to see
about getting some, uh, plastic hardware for our bits under the covers
for when we go through airport security." I stated. Claire pondered that
for a few minutes, and then declared that to be an excellent idea.
We left the mall, our purchases secured away in the trunk I was still
forbidden to look in, and drove over towards the piercing shop. Along the
way, I badgered Claire with questions about her permanent makeup. I could
tell she was getting a bit turned on by describing what she would have
done to my face if it were here. We actually passed the place that did
hers, and with a shrug, we pulled into the parking lot in a bit of a
detour.
We stepped into "The Inka Empire", a brightly lit space with clean
benches and chairs at 5 different stations. Inside there were several
clients getting various tattoos. One lady with a shocking pink Mohawk
with shaved sides tattooed with flowers and skulls waved at Claire,
Claire waved back. "Be with you in a couple minutes, I'm just about done
here" Said Nell the tattooist. Across the room I couldn't really tell,
but it looked like there was something different about her eyes. She also
seemed to be sporting a neck tattoo that merged up onto her chin, and
what looked like a Mario star up on her forehead. Her arms were
completely covered in tattoos, as was every other bit of skin on display
below her ears except her palms. It turns out that Nell and Claire went
to high school together. Nell quickly finished up, and motioned us over a
short while after her last client left and she had the station cleaned
up. Up close, I could see that my earlier observations about her tattoos
was correct, though the neck tattoo in particular was an extremely
intricate repeating pattern. What I wasn't expecting though was that her
eyeballs themselves had been dyed a very pretty shade of lavender via a
process I later learned was called "Sclera tinting" it looked very hot,
but I think it was a bit too much for me at the moment.
I asked Nell about what permanent makeup options were available, and she
informed me they were a full-service shop, and they had immediate
availability if I wanted anything done. She showed me and Claire a bunch
of different options, from mild everyday office looks for the
businesswoman on the go, to more exotic and erotic looks. As we were
flipping through the various designs, Claire pointed and said "Oohhh, you
should go for that look, that would look so hot on you!" I couldn't help
but agree. The eyes had a thick black eyeliner with strong wingtips at
the corners, and a short downturned point on the opposite corner near the
inner tear duct. There was an overall smokey eye eyeshadow effect, tinted
purplish blue, but not so dark that you couldn't add other shade layers
for a more dramatic effect. The eyebrows were also striking, a very sexy
arch, but with two diagonal gap lines, giving the brows a 3 segmented
look. Nell explained that for less dramatic wear one would just fill the
gaps in with eyebrow pen. The thought of walking around looking like that
every day was certainly giving me bit of a mental thrill, and I nodded.
"yes, that please, and if Claire has any suggestions as well, please go
ahead." The Die was cast. Or dye. You get the idea.
I eventually found myself seated in a tattoo chair, stripped of makeup,
my face covered in white numbing cream. Including my lips which seemed
somewhat odd for an eye process, but I didn't question it. Nell started
working after wiping off the white cream a short while later. As she
worked, Claire and Nell chatted about high school days. I learned many
things that afternoon, about how Claire was a bit of a hellraiser, but
also a secret straight A student. I also learned that Nell and Claire had
once made out at a party, but it didn't stick for Nell and she was
strictly into guys. Claire filled Nell in on my recent history, and her
eyes got really wide as it clicked that I was once a guy but now looked
like this. "Wow, that's kind of hot." she whispered, and continued with
her work. It took surprisingly little time to cover the areas Claire had
asked done, and soon I was able to take a look in the mirror and see the
results.
Looking back at me was a woman with stunning, sexy eyes, and jet-black
erotic brows. She also had a hint of blush on her high cheekbones, and
lightly tinted lavender lips, much lighter than my normal shade. Claire
explained that I would be able to go without lipstick or just gloss and
still be made up, but could easily cover it up with my usual lip color or
others as the mood took me. Nell then further explained the aftercare
process, and how I had just had a frigging needle plunged into my face
repeatedly, so I was probably going to scab for a while. I'm not sure I
would have gone through with it if I had realized that part of the
process, but I'm glad I did. Nell said that I should come back in about a
week if I had time to see if I needed any touchups. Claire also asked
Nell about the time and process it would take to get a shaved hair side
of the head tattoo like Nells. I swooned a little bit. Nell gave her some
information, I made encouraging noises, but it didn't seem like we would
have time for that this trip. Reluctantly, we paid and said our goodbyes
and headed back on our original mission. I had a feeling we would likely
be back in the not-too-distant future though.
Finally, we arrived at Mary's piercing shop. This time Mary gawked at my
new look as we entered. We explained our desire to get some metal
detector proof jewelry, and she sold us some acrylic pieces that would do
the trick. They were kind of cheap feeling, but wouldn't be in longer
than it took us to get from the airport to the hotel. Claire surprised me
by asking Mary if she had time to do some work on her as well. Mary
nodded, her face rings rattling, then shouted to the back for her
apprentice to come help. It turns out that Mary's apprentice was a guy
named Steve, and he was also Mary's boyfriend. The contrast between them
could not have been more, as Steve had hardly anything pierced beyond a
single earring. Mary introduced us, then pointed at me. "see that one,
she didn't look too different from you not so long ago, and I gave her
the same process you begged for last week." Steve turned the shade of a
red rose. Mary continued. "Might be the future for you there, you ever
think of that? You know, if you ever did, I'd totally be into that."
Steve turned a shade darker. I thought he might actually keel over from
blood loss, but he didn't say anything in reply, just stood there and
shivered slightly.
Claire quickly explained that she was looking to have her Labia rings
gauged up one more time, with a grommet sleave inserted in each of the 12
holes, and her clit ring sized up. Mary nodded and got to work. I noticed
a new decoration on Mary's cheeks, a bright silver ball, one in each
dimple. I asked her about them. "Those are called surface piercings, it's
a new thing, much safer than the old poke through the cheeks. Just a poke
and in they go, then you can screw different tips on the exposed part. I
was intrigued. I asked her if she had time to maybe do a set of those on
me today as well, and she indicated that she did indeed. Privately I
wondered if they could also be put other places too, as that offered some
intriguing possibilities. In the end, at Claire's request I also got my
Nipple rings sized up a bit. That actually hurt far worse than the cheek
process, but the weight of the new rings tugging at my tender lady
nubbins soon made up for the pain. It was kind of odd for me seeing Steve
assist with Claire's procedures and my own, but he was strictly
professional, if he did have a bit of a tendency to let his gaze linger
on the work a bit longer than needed. I decided I couldn't really blame
him. Claire decided that she also needed a Septum ring like mine, but
opted to keep her single nose stud. She found a matching silver bead ring
with an emerald green bead to wear in the store display, which was a nice
match.
Soon enough, we headed home. both of us a bit sore from the day's events.
We unpacked the car and put everything away, but I didn't get a chance to
see what was in the mystery bag. We decided to watch a cheesy sci fi
movie, drink a bit of wine, and relax the night away. Seeing Nell again
had Claire in a chatty mood about exes, a topic that had come up before,
but not in much detail. She was curious though, so I filled her in. I was
a bit of a loner in high school, so not much dating occurred. Your basic
band nerd / chess team lead type, except with much more milling machines
and robots thrown in for good measure. Claire looked a bit sad at that. I
would have dated you; you were cute!" she said, looking at my old high
school pictures on my phone. I laughed "I would have been too scared to
date you back then, you're way out of my league!" I replied. She smiled
at me. "oh, I don't think so lover, besides, have you looked at yourself
in the mirror lately, and I know you have, you could pass as a model!"
she replied fiercely. I wasn't sure about that, but I hugged her and
kissed her cheek all the same.
We continued the trip down memory lane, a couple short term relations in
college, a handful of one-night stands, one slightly longer relationship
after graduation that didn't work out when it turned long distance
unexpectedly when she received a promotion and had to move, while I
couldn't at the time. I began to notice as we looked at some of the old
pictures that I definitely had a type, tall and willowy with a bit of a
redhead fetish to boot. None of them came close to Claire though, and I
told her so. She blushed. Next up was Claire's turn. As it would happen,
she had relationships on both sides of the fence. She knew she was bi
from early high school on, and had a string of boy and girlfriends. Her
parents were very much supportive, so she never had to hide that part of
her like so many others. That dating pattern continued through college,
and just after she was in a fairly serious relationship with a lady named
Cindy that very nearly ended in marriage before Claire discovered that
Cindy was cheating on her. She seemed a bit sad at the memory, I hugged
her, and proudly informed her that Cindy was obviously an idiot to pass
up the best girl on the planet, and had as such earned both my eternal
gratitude and my eternal wrath for making Claire sad. Claire threw a
pillow at me again. This time it hit my newly tattooed brows and really
hurt though, which was certainly not her intent. I quickly forgave her
with her offering of aa suitable bribe of ice cream though, and we
watched the rest of the movie mostly in silence, our heads resting
against one another. On any other day sexy times would have ensued, but
we were both still pretty sore from our adventures that day.
Soon enough later that week after we were all packed, it was time to head
for the airport. Claire and I stopped off at the Cafe to drop off her
vehicle, since Cheryl offered to drive us over. On the way, Cheryl
commented. "I can't believe how much you both have changed. You look so
cute together though!". She asked me about my new Dimple piercings, and I
gave her the number for Mary's shop. She and Claire spent most of the
drive going over stock levels and coffee bean lineages, as I sat with a
slightly bemused expression on my sultry lips, offering the occasional
unhelpful suggestion where least appropriate. "I feel really good leaving
the Cafe in your hands, Cheryl. You've been a real major help, and you
have grown so much since that scrappy little high school student I hired.
When I get back from this trip, I want to talk with you a bit about maybe
expanding your duties and salary if you are interested." mentioned
Claire. Cheryl beamed. "OH! that reminds me! Elizabeth, Martin and Lisa
stopped by to say thank you to you for the generous layoff bonuses and
letter of recommendation you wrote for them while you figure out what you
plan to do next with the shop. I told them I would let you know next time
I saw you, so there you go!" Cheryl informed me. I was glad they were ok.
Abruptly losing a job because your place of employment gets burned down
by a psychopath must really be annoying, but I made sure they both had
half a year's worth of salary equivalent to make their own way, or wait
for me to figure out what I wanted to do next, especially now that we had
enough money to be a bit generous like that from time to time. Well, I
did at any rate, but I had a plan to fix that "we" part.
Claire and I thanked Cheryl for the ride, and we swiftly extracted our
luggage and handed it off to the porter for Air France. We had a direct
flight, and I had decided to surprise Claire with a First-class seats. We
even got to hang out in the super-secret pre boarding lounge. On the way
to said lounge, Security screening was a breeze. As part of her lawyering
duties when securing my new identity documents and passport, Lisa, our
lawyer, had both gotten Claire and myself signed up for the TSA pre-check
program, so we practically flew through the line and only got a cursory
wave with the wand as our various face metal set off the detectors, and
we swiftly found ourself in a nicely appointed room with a great view of
the tarmac and complementary first-class passenger champagne in hand. As
we sat and waited for our flight, I took some time to drink in the vision
that is Claire. She was dressed in a simple sundress, light and airy for
easy traveling, her sunglasses perched on top of her "Claire's Cafe"
official traveling advertisement hat ready for use, her hair pulled
through the back in a sexy braided ponytail, the red with green tips
reaching near her upper back and a pair of small hoop earrings offsetting
the rest of her ear hardware. She saw me looking her over, and smiled.
"Like what you see, Miss? Who knows, maybe you'll get to join the mile
high club?" she said with a wink. Wow, she certainly knew how to get my
engine revving.
I was also dressed for travel, with a pleated black skirt, simple top
with a bit of lace at the arms and a nice plunging neck. I was also
rocking a nice Claire?s Cafe hat and matching hoop earrings to Claire?s
set. Given the need for airport travel my metal backed corset was safely
packed in my luggage, and the stupid medical Velcro one, unburnt,
caressed my mid-section, not doing much for the overall look of the
outfit. But it was going to be a long flight and I suspected I would have
been rather upset to have been without it if we encountered any
turbulence.
After a short wait, we got to go board our first-class cabin. There were
a couple other business types seated with us, and at least one person who
we thought might have been a celebrity food show personality we
recognized, but we weren't sure about, but other than that the front
section was only about a third full. We had our own row all to ourselves,
with no one behind us. Flying over the entire United states, and then the
entire Atlantic Ocean does take quite a bit of time, but the cabin crew
was excellent, the food was great, and the views from the flight were
spectacular the whole way, even when I looked out the window instead of
at Claire. The flight passed mostly uneventfully, and we were pretty good
and behaved ourselves for the most part, until around about midnight.
Claire noticed most of the surrounding passengers were asleep, and the
generous first-class lavatory was unoccupied. She whispered in my ear
"follow me in about a minute" and then slipped into the lavatory but
didn't lock the door. I flushed with excitement, and I could feel myself
begin to stir below as I waited for the longest 60 seconds ever to pass.
I casually stood up, promptly managed to almost trip, and then stealthily
made it into the lavatory with her. Claire looked up at me from her
knees, with a single finger over her lips in the universal signal to be
quiet. I nodded, and locked the door.
Claire proceeded to lift up my skirt and pull down my panties and my
pantyhose, and freed my member. It was certainly happy to see her,
plastic temporary PA and all. Claire showed me a large piece of drink ice
in her hand, popped it into her mouth, and then started to deep throat me
as I sat half pressed up against the tiny sink. The feeling of the ice in
contrast to her warm, tempting mouth and clever tongue was amazing, and I
felt myself quickly nearing the edge. "Oh god, oh.. OH! I'm Going to
Cum!" I said in an excited whisper. Claire responded by pressing hard at
the base of my shaft with her finger and thumb as she quietly stood up,
which dampened the moment a bit. she hiked down her own panties and
skirt, and pulled out the quiet but ample vibrator I hadn't even noticed
from between her moist labia lips, and quickly replaced it with my cock.
We both knew that time was of the essence, and we didn't really want to
get caught, so our passion was urgent but quiet, A bit more thrusting and
I felt her gush against my diamond hard intruder. I came seconds later, a
rush of my own making exiting between my legs and onto a strategically
placed napkin that Claire had placed for such an event. I have such a
smart girlfriend! We quickly cleaned up as best we could in the lavatory,
and flushed for effect. Claire slipped her vibrator back into her purse,
cleaned up, then headed back out to her seat. I flushed again a minute
later, than made my own daring escape. Near as I can tell, our entry into
the mile high club was undetected. After I returned to my seat, I asked
Claire "How long did you have that on your mind?" She told me that she
had slipped the vibrator in just after takeoff, and she was surprised I
hadn't noticed her squirming in her seat a bit. I hugged her to my side
with one arm, kissed her nearest cheek, and told her how amazingly lucky
I was to have her in my life. She told me that she felt the same way
about me. I beamed. We spent the bulk of the remaining flight sleeping in
the seats just like that.
After being woken by a soft "prepare for landing" chime, we landed at the
Paris airport. we had a beautiful view of the city as we landed, and were
able to see the Eiffel tower, and several other landmarks. One short and
boring trip through customs, and we were whisked away to our hotel by
taxi. Our room was as good as advertised, with a stunning view of the
Seine river, the biggest king bed I have ever seen, rich furnishings, and
a French Michelin star chef on in hotel catering. We synced ourselves to
local time, took some time to pamper ourselves in the hotel room and
reinsert our normal metal piercing kit, then tried our best to sleep so
we could avoid jetlag. I took some time just before we turned off the
lights to make sure my tiny velvet covered box and its contents were
still intact. Thus satisfied, we both slept the sleep of weary satisfied
travelers.
The next couple of days we took in the sights of Paris. Neither Claire or
I had ever been before, so we hit the usual tourist areas. Our plan was
to go see those first, then attend the Paris SExpo when it opened later
in the week. We wined and dined around Paris and the surrounding
countryside, coming back to our hotel each night to fuck like horny
little rabbits. We spent some time in the evenings looking up some of the
Porn performers that were going to have booths. I was amazed that there
was an entire category of people like me, women with a bit of extra
equipment down below. Claire for one thought it was hilarious that
someone who looked like me had never really watched any shemale or
transgender pornography. I blushed, which she thought was even more
adorable. She proceeded to give me a very thorough introduction to some
of her favorites, and we spent a good deal of time trying to emulate some
of the more improbably techniques, with limited success.
Finally, the night before the exhibition had arrived. We were both
excited about it, and what we might see in the morning. We had watched
some of the footage from previous years, and were really looking forward
to some of the exotic cosplay and kinksters that would be on display. We
were talking about that very subject, when Claire got up from the bed
with a mischievous smile and said "Well, it's funny you should mention
that those costumed kinksters are a turn on for you." She returned
shortly with the mysterious bag from back when we were at Ulrich's
leather shop. I cocked my head at her quizzically. What did she have in
mind? I had a feeling I was going to find out, and love every minute of
it.
To be Continued.
Mila
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