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Authors name: Jens LaFlure
Story Title : Modeling Lingerie in France
or the making of a transvestite
Transmitted from Paris France 19 July, 1996
Translated into English by: Robyn Bodurlae
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It was some three months after I'd gone to live with my aunt
that things began to change. We'd never really got on and
since my parent's death our living in such close proximity
started to cause problems. At commencement of the Easter
holidays I was informed that we were going to have a talk
about our deteriorating relationship.
"It just isn't working Jens," she stated, "I've never
enjoyed male company and to have one living in my house is
just too much. You'll just have to go back to boarding
school."
This stunned me she knew how much I'd hated being away from
home and how in the end my parents had removed me from my
last school just before their accident. The Headmaster had
even stated that I was not cut out for boarding school.
"Please Aunt Agathe, not boarding school, please. I'll do
anything you want but please don't send me away I beg you."
I was on the verge of tears, she came and sat next to me
putting her arm round my shoulders and dabbed at my eyes
with a lace hankie.
"It's not you as such Jens, it's just because you are
masculine. To be quite honest with you I'm of lesbian
leanings and I find male company hateful to me. I'm sorry
but you'll just have to go."
I broke down completely tears running down my face, my
shoulders heaving as I sobbed. I knelt at her feet and
begged her not to do this to me. I didn't notice the
fleeting smile of success that crossed her beautiful face. I
only dimly heard her say musingly, "Well perhaps Jens there
is a possibility that you could continue living with me but
I don't think that you would like it."
I was clutching at straws, "Anything, Aunty anything. I'll
do whatever you want of me I promise."
"Let me think it over Jens, now go to your room."
I obeyed immediately, I was not going to give her any cause
for complaint. About an hour later she came into my bedroom.
"We'll give it a week's trial Jens, but if you just once
disobey me or complain that will be it."
The hour in my room had hardened my resolve not to go back
to boarding school. I was willing to do anything! "Thank you
Aunty, I will be good."
"Right, this is not going to be easy for either of us. You
will get all of your clothes packed into suitcases and place
them in the attic and that includes the ones that you are
wearing now. Get on with it."
She was so domineering and just strode from the room without
a backward glance. I did as I was told, was so frightened of
incurring her anger. Halfway through my packing she came in
with a white toweling robe, "When you've finished Jens put
this on and come into my bathroom." I lugged the cases up
into the attic and joined her. "I've run a bath for you, now
give me your robe."
I shyly handed her the garment and stepped into the heavily
perfumed water slick with bath oils and gasped as the heat
encased me. I washed with scented soap as she looked on. 1
was rather embarrassing to be naked in front of her.
"Hurry up, Jens we haven't got all day." I stepped out of
the bath and she dried me with a big pink fluffy towel which
matched my blushing skin. She then patted me all over with
a perfumed talcum powder and made me go into he bedroom
saying. "That' better, you don't smell like a boy."
As we entered I saw my reflection in the mirrored doors of
her wall length wardrobe. Although 16 years old and fairly
tall, 178 cm, I was of slim build.
"Here are your new clothes darling," she said pointing at
her bed. I was dumbfounded for, arrayed on the pink satin
coverlet, was a complete feminine outfit.
"Whilst you are in my company in future you will wear girls
clothes! ! I will not see you before you go to school in the
morning and as soon as you return in the afternoon you will
go straight to your room and change before joining me. Now
do you wish to change your mind?"
I was between the devil and the deep, boarding school or
girls clothes. "No, no," I stammered, "but what about when
your housekeeper returns from her holidays?"
"She'll not mind," was the retort. "It's your decision, now
make up your mind Jens." I could not speak I just nodded my
head.
"Good, now let's get you dressed."
In retrospect I now realize that she must have had this
planned for some time as everything was brand new and fitted
me perfectly. She took the white lacy bra and placed it
around my chest and fastened it, it was padded out with a
pair of soft flesh coloured panties in each cup. A matching
suspender belt went around my waist and hooked together.
"It won't take long for you to learn how to do this for
yourself darling." I sat on the cool satin coverlet as she
opened a packet of pale tan silk stockings and rolled them
up my legs fastening them to the beribboned garters. She
handed me a pair of lace trimmed white French knickers and
instructed me to don them. As I stepped first into one leg
and then the other, my suspenders pulled gently at my
stockings, as I straightened up the soft nylon whispered
against the silk of my stockings. I gingerly pulled them up
over my knees and thighs into place around buttocks and
hips. I shivered at the sensation of the soft material in
contact with my skin. Aunty finished dressing me in girls
clothing then stood back to inspect her handywork.
Then she told me to walk round the room. With hesitant steps
I obeyed. At each step I could feel the hem of my slip and
skirt rub against my silken clad knees and the insistent tug
of garters on stockings. I wobbled slightly on my
unaccustomed heels and as I looked at my reflection there
was just one item of my appearance that was not in accord
with the way that I was dressed. My hair! In a reflex action
my hand went to my head. Aunt Agathe laughed softly.
"Come here darling and sit down we'll soon correct that."
From her dressing table drawer she took the most enchanting
blonde wig that exactly matched my own hair. As she pinned
my hair up she mused. "Perhaps if we let you grow your hair
longer, Jens, we could have it trimmed in a different way
and then just blow dry it into shape. We'll just have to see
how you get on in the next week."
When she was satisfied, I turned to view myself. It seemed
to be perfect, it was short only just touching the frilly
collar of my blouse framing my face with its soft wavy
curls. As I looked at my made up face I could not help
smiling nervously at my new self, my pink shiny lips parted
to show my even white teeth, my blue eyes highlighted by the
pale blue eye-shadow.
Aunt Agathe placed her hands on my shoulders and smiling at
my reflection said, "I'm so happy Jens, and I can see that
you are too. This will make all the difference to our
relationship, now let's put your new clothes into your
bedroom."
Taking my hand in hers she steadied me as we walked down the
stairs.
After opening a bottle of champagne we sat next to each
other on the sofa. She showed me how to seat myself
slipping my hands beneath my thighs and ensuring that I kept
my knees together. My soft skirt so light and feminine as I
draped itself over my silken clad knees.
She raised her glass, "To my new niece, Jeanette."
I must say that I felt more like Jeanette than Jens dressed
in my finery. She had realized from the outset that I would
do anything to prevent being sent away to boarding school
again. As I sipped my drink, my new lipstick left a crescent
shaped mark on the rim of the glass reminding me of my new
found femininity.
* * *
The next few days passed swiftly as I entered my new role of
Jeanette. I was instructed in how to fasten the unaccustomed
foundation garments about my body, how to make myself up,
walk in a feminine manner, eat delicately and in general act
in a lady-like way. I had to wash both mine and Agathe's
delicate lingerie and then when dry iron it and place it in
the dressing table drawers amongst the perfumed sachets. I
had to bathe twice a day, the water softened with subtle
scented oils. My skin grew softer and more girlish with
every immersion.
The change in our relationship was remarkable, Agathe no
longer spoke to me harshly she constantly praised me and in
general was a loving sensitive companion. Whenever I felt
depressed she seemed to - know and went out of her way to
comfort me. Holding me to her bosom and kissing me softly.
Near the end of my first week dressed as a girl we went for
a drive. She showed me how to enter the car so that my skirt
would ride up showing too much leg.
We drove about fifty kilometers as Aunt Agathe said, "I
don't expect that you'll want any of your school friends to
see you." I agreed hurriedly though I must admit that I'd
now got so used to being in skirts I'd forgotten that I'd
look most unusual to anyone that knew Jens. I was nervous
when we stopped at a small country restaurant for lunch but
when I realized that nobody was paying any attention to me I
soon relaxed; the three glasses of wine no doubt helped!
After lunch we drove into Copenhagen and parked near the
shopping area. "Come on darling, I'm going to take you
shopping."
We walked down the road together, the soft breeze caressing
my legs making my skirt flutter prettily. We entered a
department store and with the aid of the assistant on the
Dior counter choose a complete array of cosmetics that
suited my complexion including 'Miss Dior' perfume and nail
polish. I must say that I was quite excited at the thought
of trying out all these different things.
We then visited the dress department where after choosing
two gorgeous dresses we went into the changing rooms. Aunty
bought me many outfits with all the accessories. This
"shopping spree" went on for hours.
As we left the shop the doors were locked behind us as it
was now 17:30.
"Back to the car now, Aunt Agathe?"
"Yes darling, I expect you are dying to try out your new
cosmetics and dresses and shoes?"
I was about to reply in the affirmative when she stopped.
"Look at that Jeanette, all that gorgeous lingerie." She had
stopped outside a window full of dreamy undies. I could feel
myself colouring slightly as she admired the little items of
satin and lace.
"Come along, Jeanette," Just as she was about to enter the
shop, a young girl came out and said, "Sorry Madame, but
we're just closing." The relief that I felt was only
temporary as Agathe then said, "I do in fact have an
appointment with Madame Cecile."
"Of course, she is waiting inside for you, please go in." As
she held the door open for us she smiled knowingly at me and
whispered "I'm sure you'll be delighted Miss! " This time I
did blush madly for I was positive that she knew me to be a
boy. The door was locked behind me and I followed my aunt
into the boutique.
She greeted a very smartly dressed lady with a kiss and
turned to introduce me. "This is my niece Jeanette. Madame
Cecile was responsible for providing your first trousseau of
lingerie, darling."
Madame Cecile stepped forward and took my hands in hers. "So
this is Jeanette. You do look pretty my dear, such a lovely
complexion and a trim figure. " She kissed me lightly on the
lips. "I would never have believed that you could have
effected such a transformation in under a week, Agathe." I
was mortified she knew I was a boy, no wonder that girl had
given me such a knowing look. She laughed at my horrified
expression.
"Jeanette, my sweet, if I had not known I would never
guessed that you are a boy under that blouse and skirt and
what I know to be pretty undies."
I just wished that the floor would open up under me.
"Come my dears, I'll drive and my chauffeur will bring your
car." We were soon driving into the grounds of a large house
and on exiting from the car, the front door opened and we
were welcomed inside by a tall lady in a black satin trouser
suit. Cecile introduced me.
"Sara this is the pretty Jeanette, Jeanette this is Sara my
business partner and lover."
I was greeted with a kiss and taking my hand she took me up
the stairs into a beautiful boudoir. "I'm so looking forward
to this evening Jeanette, we've some super treats for you. I
must say when Agathe told me of her plan I was skeptical but
I'm so glad I've been proved wrong."
"Yes," said Agathe, "I'm delighted. I'm confident that if
Jeanette can carry it off tonight nothing more need be said
about boarding school."
I was quite delirious. "Thank you Aunt Agathe, thank you." I
ran to her and kissed her sweet lips. I was determined to go
through with whatever the arrangements were for this
evening. I was not going to jeopardize my future. I missed,
in my excitement, the victorious looks that passed between
the three of them. We all sat down on the lavender satin
covered sofas whilst a maid poured champagne for us all and
was then dismissed, leaving a number of packages at my feet,
after hanging up my new dresses.
"A toast to Jeanette," said Sara, "the prettiest of
shemales." I smiled with them and joined in the toast,
Agathe nodding approvingly.
"Jeanette has done everything I've asked of her and I know
it hasn't been easy for her. Darling, just walk about and
show our friends how well you've mastered some of the
feminine arts."
I was happy to oblige and tripped across the room as
femininity as possible as I turned I did a twirl allowing
the pleats of my skirt to float up prettily. They clapped
and raised their glasses to me.
"Sit down darling, and see what we've got for you," said
Cecile. She passed me a bag with the boutique's name on it
and I opened it. WOW! It was the most gorgeous glamorous
matching slip and French knickers in pale pink satin with
just oodles of cream lace frills and trim. I gushed, "Oh
they are incredibly beautiful, thank you." Even to my ears I
sounded like a teenage girl but what the heck. I jumped to
my feet, went over to them and kissed them both.
"Thank you so much, they are so pretty and delicate."
"Whilst you are on your feet darling, you might as well get
undressed, we've got a lot to do yet!"
Obediently I slipped out of my skirt and blouse followed by
camisole, waist slip, stockings and then unclasped my
suspender belt withdrawing it from under my French knickers.
Surely this was as far as I had to go; but as I looked
pleadingly towards Aunt Agathe I realized I was wrong. I
stepped slowly and daintily out of them placing them with
the rest of my intimate apparel. My face suffused with
mortification.
"You flush quite prettily," observed Sara as I stood naked
before them my hands clasped over my genitalia.
"Put your hands at your side Jeanette and come over to me,"
murmured Cecile as I stood in front of her she ran her warm
hands over my torso and legs. "Just a little body hair but
we'll soon dispose of that."
Cupping my scrotum, she said, "Not too badly endowed
either." She gently caressed me, semi-arousing me, much to
the delight of the others. Turning to Agathe it was
suggested that she might wish to rest leaving me to their
tender care. She came and kissed me also warning me "Now
remember Jeanette, you are to do everything required of you
and no argument."
I was taken into the bathroom where my body was covered in a
thick depilatory cream which was then removed together with
all my body hair with the exception of the area around my
pubes which Sara had cut very short and expertly sculpted
with a razor into a heart shape. Even the sparse hair on my
testicles and penis had been removed leaving them pink and
babyish.
A scented bath was followed by an application of perfumed
body lotion which when applied to my genitals caused the
expected reaction again causing them much merriment. Back in
the bedroom a pair of jelly filled breasts were affixed to
my chest with a special adhesive, Sara professionally put
make up on the joint to my skin; as I breathed they rose and
fell as though real. The pretty pink nipples glistened
realistically.
"Now you've got a super figure, Jeanette," said Sara. "Just
look at those lovely nipples."
I managed to smile at her observations and she was in fact
quite correct.
The dark pink nipples in the softened cream lace did look
gorgeous.
"Thank you both very much," I murmured shyly.
After my bath, Aunty, and Cecile dressed me in divine style,
nothing but the most beautiful, and tasteful style. They
clapped their hands in glee. "Jeanette you look fantastic.
Now come on let's see you in your new pretty clothes."
I was made up much more elaborately than ever before, using
all of my new cosmetics and prior to donning my new dress
they spritzed me with 'Miss Dior' perfume on my wrists,
neck, breasts, hair and after lifting my slip at the
juncture of my thighs.
"You never know darling, when a girl might need to smell
especially beautiful down there. " Giggled Sara much to
Cecile's amusement. My hair or should I say my wig having
already been brushed and lacquered was further ornamented
with a pretty pink velvet bow.
Just then, Aunt Agathe entered the room as she looked at me
her beautiful mouth broke into a smile of sheer delight.
"Oh darling, you look fabulous." And then the stereo was
turned on and we all danced together. She took me into her
arms and held me to her bosom kissing my lips softly
stroking me. I felt marvelous clasped to her, our perfumes
mingling with sensuous satin rustling on my body. She
released me laughing sweetly, "My, I will have to be careful
that I don't get carried away!"
She presented me with a gold chain with a heart shaped
locket on engraved with the words, 'Jeanette, my favorite
niece' which was fastened about my throat and a slim gold
chain that was placed round my right ankle. I then walked
about the room showing off slightly spinning so that my
dress and slip flared up about my thighs.
Aunt Agathe like Cecile was dressed in a masculine cut black
satin trouser suit and we watched as Sara attired herself in
a dark blue Basque lacy slip and sheath-like matching
cocktail dress that looked gorgeous on her voluptuous
figure. When she made up, the four of us tripped downstairs
to the drawing room where the other four guests were
waiting.
I was introduced to them: Sally who was Agathe's date, a
sophisticated lady in a, turquoise cocktail dress. Toni a
charming lady again in a satin trouser suit with her
companion Penelope, a very attractive young girl in a sheer
white silk blouse, her firm breasts pressing against the
material, her emerald green flared skirt complemented her
magnificent red hair. I suddenly realized that she was the
girl that we'd met leaving Cecile's lingerie boutique and as
she leaned forward to kiss my cheek she whispered, "I helped
choose your pretty scanties for you, Jeanette!"
Needless to say, I coloured slightly but turned to be
introduced to my escort for the evening a very masculine
looking lady named Fillippa in a dinner jacket.
We had a superb dinner with good conversation flowing just
like the wine and then the stereo was turned on and we all
danced together. That is the suited ladies danced with the
petticoated girls.
I enjoyed being held by Agathe, Toni and Sara but did not
enjoy the attention paid to me by Fillippa who during the
slow numbers held me so very tightly to her pressing her
thigh between mine rubbing up against me. I did dearly wish
that I could have been in Penelope's arms instead.
She was so pretty and her pert breasts with firm nipples
shone through her blouse arousing me in my tightly pantied
genital region.
All in all it was a wonderful evening and I was quite sorry
when it was time to leave for home. I chatted animatedly to
Aunt Agathe as she drove, girlishly excited after my first
grown up dinner party. She came into my room to help me
undress, unclasping my Basque and slipping on my new
nightdress, she finally managed to interrupt my silly
gushing.
"Jeanette my darling, I'm really very proud of you, those
that didn't know really thought of you as a girl in fact,
Fillippa wanted a date."
"Oh Aunty, you didn't say yes did you?"
"No, you silly, anyway she is not interested in what you've
got."
She had been holding me in her arms stroking me softly, my
body in its pretty pink nightdress pressed up against hers
and now she looked down pointedly. My masculinity had made
itself obvious pushing out my satin skirt. I was ashamed of
this and flushed.
"Sweetheart, it's only natural, just lie on the bed and I'll
help release your tensions for you."
She picked up my newly discarded satin knickers, lifted the
hem of my nightie to my waist and wrapped the cool soft
material around my rampant penis gently massaging me. It was
a fantastic sensation which within moments had me gasping as
I erupted into the satin and lace then she kissed me sweetly
and said, "Sleep tight Jeanette, my darling and don't forget
to wash your knickers in the morning!"
* * *
The rest of the Easter vacation passed quickly, when her
housekeeper returned she didn't even raise an eyebrow and in
fact was pleased to have my help in the washing and ironing
of our lingerie.
It was quite a change dressing in my school clothes on the
first day of term and I wasn't too happy with the roughness
of my underwear and trousers on my depilated body. Aunt
Agathe wrote a note to school to say that I was not to take
part in games, as my sculpted pubic hairs would have caused
no end of comment in the showers!
I almost enjoyed dashing home to change into my girls
clothes or my new tennis dress with frilly panties or my hot
pink bathing costume for we were fortunate to have both a
private court and pool.
When I got home that evening, Friday, a strange car was in
the drive. I dashed upstairs and changed waiting until I
heard it go before joining my aunt.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm surprised you didn't join us, it was your French
teacher Brigette."
"I dare not Aunt Agathe. I'd still got my school uniform on.
By the way what did she want?"
"She is going to join us f or a game of tennis in the
morning, my dear."
"Us," I gasped, "Us?"
"Yes sweetheart, us. Sally is as usual coming for the
weekend so for a change we'll be able to play doubles."
I was horrified and pleaded, "Please don't make me play. Let
me stay in my room, I'll be so ashamed."
"Don't be silly. She will never recognize you. You act
completely differently dressed as a girl. Now not another
word or else!"
Meekly I obeyed her warning but inwardly I was scared stiff.
At dinner, Sally put me somewhat at my ease by saying at our
first meeting at Sara's and Cecile's she had not guessed I
was a boy.
I slept fitfully and on Saturday morning dressed in my
tennis outfit with a great deal of care. I made up lightly,
put my gold necklace on to add to my femininity and joined
them on the court. Aunt Agathe introduced me as her niece
Jeanette. Brigitte seemed to accept this much to my relief.
I partnered Sally and although we lost we played well. The
nightmare happened as we shook hands; her eyes opened wide
focused on the large plaster stuck on my wrist. I'd fallen
over on Friday in her classroom, cut myself and she had
herself put the Band-Aid on. She exclaimed in her
beautifully French accent, "Jens, it is Jens, isn't it?"
I was so ashamed, I just bolted to my room and flung myself
on the bed sobbing madly. Sometime later, the door opened
and somebody sat on the side of the bed and gently caressed
my back. I turned thinking it was Sally or my Aunty but not,
it was Brigitte looking down at me.
"Jeanette, such a pretty name cherie, your aunt has
explained it all to me and I assure you it will remain our
little secret. I would not dream of letting the school know,
so please let us be friends."
I didn't know what to say, I was tongue tied. Agathe
standing behind her said, "See Jeanette, everything is
alright. Brigitte is very sympathetic and I've invited her
to stop for lunch. She has only got her tennis dress so
we'll just borrow a few things of yours and then you can
change and come and join us."
I waited until they had left the room before going to
shower, I had to obey my aunt. I dressed in the items that
she had left ready for me. This was one of her strict rules
just the articles that were chosen by her nothing more or
less.
The hem of my petticoats and skirt were knee length so as I
tripped along they swirled prettily. As I entered the pool
area where we were to have lunch Sally came to meet me and
took my hand in hers.
"It's going to be OK darling, you do look super."
I looked shyly at Brigitte who smiled encouragingly at me
her eyes sparkling. "How do I look in your clothes, cherie?"
"Very nice," I replied demurely and indeed she did.
"I do admire your taste in lingerie cherie, however,"
bringing out from behind her back, she dangled the pretty
matching brassiere, "I'm afraid I'm still a bit bigger than
you!"
This broke the ice and I could not help joining in the
laughter.
Aunt Agathe invited her to stay for the rest of the day but
as she had to do some work she agreed to come over for
dinner. "I'm looking forward to seeing you this evening
Jeanette, and I'll return your clothes and lingerie." With
that she kissed me softly on the lips and held me to her for
just a moment that I wished could last an eternity.
"You were quite a hit there Jeanette," said Sally as Agathe
walked her to the car. I replied, "She's far nicer than I'd
expected her to be Sally and she is so beautiful isn't she?"
"Yes darling, and I think she is taken with you, don't you
agree Agathe?"
"I do. Did you notice her eyes hardly ever left you and she
adored it when you crossed your legs showing off your
frillies. In fact you almost overdid it Jeanette. Don't be
to coquettish in future." I blushed lightly at this but
realized that she had spotted my flirtation.
I spent the rest of the afternoon washing and ironing and
day dreaming of Brigitte.
I enjoyed a long luxurious scented bath and whilst waiting
for Aunt Agathe to set out my clothes, sat in a negligee and
applied my make-up carefully. I was spritzing myself
lavishly with perfume when the door opened and in walked
Agathe followed by Brigitte. I clutched my negligee about
me. My false bosom heave the nipples showing through the
softened lace cups.
"Brigitte has agreed to help you dress, darling."
"Good evening, Jeanette, I do hope you don't mind?"
"No, no," I stammered, "of course not."
I stood silently as Agathe chose my attire. Brigitte
reassuringly at me as my pretties were laid out on the bed.
"Have fun darlings," Agathe thrilled and departed.
"Don't be nervous cherie, would you be happier with these
on? " handing me the small panties. I gratefully took them
from her, turned and stepped into them, arranged my privates
and drew them firmly into place.
I stood silently not knowing what to do next. She walked
around in front of me reached forward and undid the satin
bow and slipped my negligee off my shoulders letting it fall
to the floor. She placed her hands on my waist and pulled me
gently to her and we kissed passionately. Breaking away she
said huskily, "Come Cherie, or we will never get you
dressed." I nodded dumbly, not trusting myself to speak
savoring that kiss and the emotions that it aroused deep
within me.
She dressed me, then stood behind me gazing into the mirror
at our reflections.
Her hands moved softly down from my breasts to my waist and
onto my hips pressing me gently through the slippery
material. I leaned back onto her, reveling in the glorious
sensation, as her hands caressed my lower abdomen I parted
my legs to give her more access. She smiled and shook her
head.
"Not yet, cherie," and kissed me on the neck.
"Charmant cherie, so chic." She spoke throatily and sexily
and off we went to join the others. It was a wonderful
evening they all went out of their way to make a fuss of me.
We sat talking after dinner until Sally put on a record and
we all began dancing. It was super all slow numbers which
meant that Agathe and Brigitte held me close to them as we
moved languorously to the music. During one dance Agathe
whispered, "I've invited Brigitte to stop the night
Jeanette, if that's OK with you? " I nodded gently and
looked over at Brigitte dancing with Sally. She smiled and
raised an eyebrow inquiringly. I shyly lowered my eyes but
again nodded my acceptance.
Sally said, "Come Agathe, take me to bed and leave these
youngsters to it." They kissed us goodnight and left us.
Brigitte took me in her arms, our bodies pressed together my
arms around her neck and our lips fastened in a passionate
kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth and her hands rubbed my
buttocks, our bodies swaying to the music in a little world
of our own. She held my hand as we walked up the stairs to
my bedroom where Aunt Agathe had laid out my pretty blue and
beige nightdress together with a pair of black silk pajamas
for Brigitte.
She started to undress me slowly, after removing my slip, I
hesitantly unbuttoned her blouse, her large breasts falling
free from the slick material, her nipples already aroused.
She stepped out of her shoes unzipped her velvet trousers
slipped them down her legs together with her black bikini
panties. Dressed in a black lacy suspender belt and silk
stockings, she knelt at my feet removed my shoes and slowly
pulled my panties down my legs.
Her mouth brushed my thigh making me moan, she undid the
tiny satin bows on my briefs and slipped them out from under
my ruched suspenders. My penis released from its confinement
sprang forward already partly erect she kissed it sweetly
and then took the head deep into her mouth causing me to
become rock hard. Standing she placed my hand between her
legs and I could feel her soft wetness on her silky pubic
hairs, she raised my fingers to my lips and I licked at the
perfumed dew. It was a beautiful taste and held a fragrance
that I had never before beheld.
She laid me on the bed, my back on the satin of my
nightgown, and when astride me placed my penis into her well
lubricated vagina, her breasts hanging down to my receptive
mouth. I was completely swallowed up by her and suckled
contentedly on her nipples as she began to ride me. We were
both at such a fever pitch that as her vaginal muscles
gripped my penis in a rippling movement we erupted into a
huge mutual orgasm. Her lips found mine as she collapsed
onto my torso and we kissed most passionately.
After sometime, she raised herself from my supine body and
wiped my penis with her own soft panties and then completed
my undressing. She helped me into my nightie and just
slipped on the black silk pajama jacket. We lay in each
others arms between the cool sheets murmuring words of love
and affection to each other and exploring each others bodies
with our hands. We made love many times that first night
until we fell into a satiated slumber.
I woke to find Sally and Agathe smiling down at us with
pleased expressions on their faces.
Sally said, "We've brought you girls a coffee if you can
spare the time." Looking down at the raised sheet where
Brigitte was softly massaging my erection through my
nightgown. Agathe said to Sally, "Come darling, that's given
me an idea." They exited giggling like two teenagers hand in
hand as Brigitte raised my skirt and straddled me saying,
"Good morning, cherie."
After a long languorous session of love making, we bathed
together taking delight in soaping each others bodies.
Brigitte slipped on her suspender belt and stockings and sat
on the edge of the bed, whilst I dressed in my pink and
cream lace camiknickers over bra and suspender belt. I
walked over to her with a pair of white lace knickers that
she'd asked to borrow.
"Kneel down between my legs, cherie," she murmured. She
parted them wide and brought my mouth into contact with her
lower lips which were warm and moist.
"Kiss me cherie, and lick my clitoris." I needed no further
invitation and happily followed her instructions, I slowly
mastered the art of cunnilingus and brought her to yet
another orgasm. As her body finished writhing she released
my head and just then the door opened and in strode Aunt
Agathe.
"Well, well, what have we here? Two lesbians?"
I leaped to my feet colouring immediately but Brigitte just
raised herself onto her elbows not even bothering to close
her legs and smiling said, "I don't think after last night
and this morning I'd consider our little transvestite here
to be of lesbian persuasion but I'd thought I'd teach her
some of the more beautiful ways of making love, Agathe, do
hope you don't disapprove?"
"Au contraire Brigitte, I most definitely do approve as I'm
sure you guessed and darling, you do have the most beautiful
body I'm so happy that you two are so fond of each other."
That was the first of many super weekends that we spent
together.
* * *
The weekend after my exams had finished we were invited to a
party at Cecile's and Sara's and on the Saturday afternoon
Brigitte drove me down to Brighton ahead of my Aunty as she
wanted to buy me a present of lingerie from the boutique.
We were greeted by Penelope and shown into Cecile's private
office where I was shown my gift, the prettiest set of peach
coloured underwear with just oodles of matching lace. I
clapped my hands with glee and kissed them both. It looked
super. "Can I wear it tonight please Brigitte?" "Of course
cherie, I'm dying to see you in it too."
I failed to notice the glance that passed between them. On
the way I tried but failed to persuade her to tell me about
my next treat being told to wait and see. We were ushered
into that beautifully feminine boudoir where Sara greeted us
and introduced us to Anita a friend of hers.
"Well you are Jeanette are you? Sara and Cecile have told me
so much about you darling, but I never expected you to be as
pretty and as feminine as you are."
I was pleased and flattered at her comments but embarrassed
at her knowing that under all my finery I was really a boy
and more and more people were now getting to know my secret.
"Brigitte, perhaps you would be good enough to help Jeanette
bathe and then bring her back in here."
Brigitte removed my wig and washed my longish hair that Aunt
Agathe had not let me have cut for simply ages and bathed
me, with Sara's scented talc. In the boudoir Anita sat me at
the dressing table and announced that she was going to trim
and set my hair. I must have looked astonished for Sara
broke in and said: "It's OK darling, I've had your aunt's
approval so I trust you won't object?" "Oh no, of course not
and I'm pleased just a little surprised."
I had to sit patiently for the next two hours as Anita got
to work and whilst under the hairdryer, she trimmed my
fingernails into a feminine shape and painted them with a
new pink varnish. She also plucked my eyebrows shaping them
delicately, taking out the rollers and brushing my locks,
she allowed me to look into the mirror. It was incredible.
My own hair in a pretty young style framed my beautifully
made up face, the arched eyebrows adding so much to my
femininity. I must admit to being really delighted if not a
little worried. How was I to revert to being Jens? I was
used to seeing my blonde wig but the difference in having my
own hair looking so pretty, the waves and curls bouncing as
I moved this way and that. They all smiled at my reaction
especially when said that I was looking forward to Agathe
and Sally seeing my new hairdo.
"Just a moment, my dear, I have not quite finished," said
Anita taking up an odd looking instrument plugging the
electric lead into the nearest socket, she took hold of an
ear lobe and before I knew what was happening swiftly triple
pierced my one ear and then the other. As I exclaimed, she
fastened small diamond studs into each, "Oh Sara, Brigitte
look at me. I'll never be able to go back to school!" "Don't
be silly," said Anita, "It's easy enough to disguise the
holes with a little make-up and anyway, lots of boys wear
earrings nowadays!"
Cecile arrived and was like the others, delighted with my
appearance.
I was made to parade for them and Sara took lots of
photographs including some pretty sexy ones. I had to lift
my skirts showing off my lingerie and pretend to be
adjusting my garters showing even my gorgeous French
knickers.
Aunt Agathe accompanied as usual by Sally arrived. I stood
nervously smoothing my dress down self consciously and
smiled hopefully at her. She was ecstatic and clasped me to
her. "My darling Jeanette, I'm overjoyed. You look so
fabulous, I couldn't be happier, don't you agree girls?"
They all needless to say, did.
"Darling, I'm sure you realize that it would be very
difficult for you to return to school this term and I'm sure
that you realize also that I'd arranged this with something
else in mind." Her sof t hand gently played with my hair.
"So with Brigitte's assistance, we've arranged for you to go
on holiday early."
"Yes," piped up Brigitte, "you're going to stay with my
mother in France for the next few weeks until we can join
you for the holidays. She is so looking forward to having
another young girl to dress in frilly undies and pretty
dresses."
They really had everything planned down to the last pair of
lacy panties.
The party was super and we all stayed overnight.
Brigitte and I making love for hours. Early next morning
after saying our good-byes, we drove to the ferry and as day
trippers, a passport was not required. I was in my youthful
attire of white undies, white lacy blouse and pink pleated
skirt.
I was handed over to Brigitte's mother, a classically
beautiful woman in her forties very chic in an ageless
Chanel suit; Madame Charlotte. "So like Jens," she said
reminding me of my real self. After an emotive parting from
Sally and Aunt Agathe but especially from my lover,
Brigitte, we drove to her house, south of Paris in her
luxury car with a chauffeur at the wheel.
I was introduced to her large staff that included a personal
maid for me.
Yet another group of persons to know my secret.
"This was my youngest daughter's room Jeanette do you like
it?"
It was the ultimate in femininity reminiscent of Sara and
Cecile's boudoir with pink walls and carpet and mirrors
along the whole length of one wall concealing the fitted
wardrobe and a huge brass four poster bed with delicate
white lace drapes.
I bounced on the pink satin covered bed and spoke to Madame
Charlotte. "I really feel at home and if I may say so, I'm
rather tired and would like to go to bed." "But of course
cherie, I'll help you to undress unless you would rather I
called a maid."
"Oh no, Madame, I'm more than happy for you to assist me."
She knew all about me but in some way I felt comfortable in
her presence and stood happily as she divested me of my
garments until I stood naked before her. She slipped over my
head an elaborately frilled nightdress of soft nylon.
Through the soft delicate material she gently caressed my
genitals until my penis was hard.
"Ah, I thought so, cherie you will sleep better if I deal
with this, won't you?"
I nodded as I was completely in her power. As instructed I
slipped between the pink satin sheets, she wrapped a soft
pair of pretty panties around my penis and slowly, oh so
slowly began to frig me. She spoke throatilly, "I haven't
done this for such a long time cherie, but I think that I'm
starting to make you happy, aren't I? " I was only to
remember those words in the days to come at that moment I
was only concerned in having an orgasm. She was so expert
and as she brought me to the brink she kept delaying the
final caress until I was begging her to bring me off. The
moment eventually happened and I erupted into the soft nylon
and lace, my body shuddering in ecstasy.
She smiled at me triumphantly, "There, there cherie, I'm
sure that that was worth it." I nodded gratefully as she
drew beribboned frilly panties up my legs and gave me a
final soft caress as she pulled my nightie down and kissed
me sweetly and left the room switching of f the light. I
reveled in the feeling of soft nylon on my body as I drifted
off to sleep my organ clasped in my hand through the thin
material.
* * *
Madame Charlotte and Margerite my young mulatto personal
maid awoke me and with little preamble divested me of my two
garments and took me into the marble bathroom where prior to
bathing, I was given an enema. This most humiliating act
was performed in front of both of them and by the time I sat
in the scented hot water I was in floods of tears.
After I'd been dried I was patted down with talc and taken
in the bedroom where Margerite had me step into a flesh
coloured latex cache-sex. This garment was a little like an
athletic support or a jock strap. My penis was placed into a
thick rubber socket, my testicles were pushed upwards into
the sockets. The straps were drawn up tightly between my
buttocks and up over my hips, my penis was tightly drawn
between my legs and although uncomfortable gave me a feeling
of ultimate feminism as I looked into the mirror and saw
how the soft false labia peeked through the blonde false
pubic hair.
Madame Charlotte pushed her middle finger into the entrance
and ran her nail up the length of my penis scratching me
gently through it's thin delicate sheath.
"There, cherie now you really do have a girl's equipment
don't you."
"Thank you, Madame," I murmured quietly just managing to
control myself. She relaxed on the sofa and watched as
Margerite dressed me.
"Isn't it marvelous to have a pretty girl in the house
again, Madame? " said Margerite.
"You are quite right now, why don' t you show Jeanette
Marie's pretty dresses." She opened the wardrobe doors and I
gasped for they were filled with the most incredible
selection of girlish as well as very adult dresses each with
its matching slip and frilly petticoat or camisole. I could
not resist stepping forward to touch these beautiful
garments and as I did so they rustled gently and whispering
to me. On the floor were matching high heeled shoes and in
some cases even high heeled boots, an item I never had tried
on, but immediately acquired a serious fetish for.
I sat in the lounge with Madame Charlotte who was busy
making phone calls and revarnished my nails sitting in front
of archival mirror. This had been strategically placed so
that my frilly lace edged petticoats were showing, yet
another reminder of my enforced femininity; as though I
needed reminding as my corsets clenched my waist in their
firm grip.
Whilst Madame spoke on the phone she kept glancing at me and
I feared that I might be the subject of the conversation, I
dearly hoped that I was not going to be humiliated further
but realized that if that was her intention I was going to
have no say in the matter.
Just about noon, the door opened and Margerite showed a lady
into the lounge, Madame greeted her with a kiss and
introduced me to Doctor Goulez. It appeared that she had
come for lunch then she was due to examine me! ! The colour
drained from my face at this news.
"Don't worry Jeanette, Madame just wants me to ensure that
you are in good health. I've looked after the family for
many years and I'm sure you hold no surprises for me." Lunch
for me was rather a fraught affair but I was plied with wine
that relaxed me somewhat and I joined in the conversation.
After coffee she said, "Right Jeanette, let's go and check
you out!"
We went up to my bedroom where they sat on the sofa and
watched whilst Marguerite's brown fingers divested me of all
my clothes, cache sex and after applying solvent my false
breasts. I stood before them a slender long-legged boy of
almost 17 years of age with a hairless body, a beautifully
made up face, soft coiffured hair with a pretty pink bow in
it and pierced ears with delicate pearls fastened in them.
My skin was as usual bright pink as she gently took my
flaccid organ in her warm hand and caressed my scrotal sac
with the other. Despite my humiliation I gradually began to
respond. "Now cherie tell me how it all began, your love for
the feminine life, that is."
I told my story from the very beginning all of three months
ago. As I did so every time that my erection started to
subside she would manipulate me until it returned. When I
had finished my tale I was trembling at her soft insistent
touch.
"Tell me Jeanette do you like this?"
"Oh yes doctor," I admitted, "Very much."
"Better than making love with Brigitte?" I was shy in front
of her mother but replied, "No, no that's so beautiful." She
picked up my discarded panties wrapped them around my shaft
and stroked me quite hard. "How about this Jeanette, do you
like this?" I didn't need to reply, the soft material and
her incessant rubbing was incredible and I started to come
in an enormous orgasm pumping away with my hips into the
delicate frilly panties, a moan of ecstasy escaping from my
lips. They smiled at each other, a look of success and
delight on their faces. Margerite wiped me off and Doctor
Goulez asked if I'd enjoyed the enema that I'd been given
that morning. Again embarrassed at such a personal question
I hesitated slightly and without warning, she squeezed my
scrotum lightly, "I want an honest reply Jeanette, it is
important to gauge your exact reactions if I'm to make a
diagnosis and unless you want me to cause you pain you will
speak now."
I hurt from her action and no longer hesitated, "I felt
ashamed at having it done to me especially in front of
Madame, but I admit that in a funny way there was a sense of
enjoyment in the actual process."
Again that answer seemed to please them, the middle finger
of her hand holding my testicles stroked me between my
cheeks and pressed against my anus. I wriggled at this touch
on such a sensitive part of my anatomy but she just
increased the pressure on my scrotum forcing me to allow her
finger to enter. "That's better, Jeanette," she murmured as
I open my legs wider, "Now come on over to the bed."
She removed an article from her bag it was about 2 dm long,
round about 3 cm across and with a gently rounded tip. I was
made to lean over the bed, my buttocks in the air, I guessed
what was about to happen and pleaded with them. "Don't be
silly, cherie," said Madame Charlotte, "I can always get the
rest of my staff to hold you down!"
I capitulated and lay there shaking as my cheeks were parted
and it was pressed against me. My muscles tensed but Doctor
Goulez stroked my buttocks gently and whispered words of
comfort to me and I gradually relaxed. Despite having been
masturbated only minutes before I found myself becoming
erect, my penis touching the cool satin coverlet on my bed.
She slipped her other hand between my legs saying, "Oh yes
Jeanette, you really are very receptive, you are enjoying
this aren't you? " Her light fingers fluttering along the
length of my hard penis and all I could do was to shake my
head in a futile attempt to contradict my body's reply.
The instrument was taken away and I was laid out on the bed,
my shaft jutting upwards, tears were rolling down my flushed
cheeks. All three looked down at me with expressions of
satisfaction on their handsome faces. Madame turned to
Margerite and said, "I think our little she-male requires
some assistance perhaps you'd be good enough to oblige." She
walked over to the wardrobe and returned within seconds
carrying a pair of frilly panties in her hand and once again
I was masturbated to orgasm. I was exhausted both mentally
and physically and just lay there as the Doctor rubbed my
nipples with a cotton wool ball that was wet with a liquid
that made them go numb. I watched as she prepared syringe
and injected into each of my tiny nipples a small amount of
colourless liquid. She turned to Madame Charlotte, "There
my dear it will take about three to four weeks but then our
little Jeanette will be the proud possessor of a pair of
lovely breasts with delicate sensitive nipples!"
Oue, I have heard from dear Agathe that little Jeanette's
late mother was very well endowed, with heavy double D tits,
large aureoles and protruding nipples, and that runs in the
family, doesnŽt it, doctor?
I moaned deeply at hearing this." Oh no, please no. I'm a
boy I admit I like wearing dresses and sexy lingerie but I
don't want to be made into a girl, please, please."
"Don't worry Jeanette the hormone that I've injected into
you is very localized and will only affect your mammary
glands. You'll still have full use of your masculine
equipment as you know Charlotte."
"Yes, indeed Jeanette and it will only last for about six
months then its up to your Aunt whether you are confined to
womanhood or you revert back to being Jens."
"Six months," I cried, "but what about school? "
"That's all been taken care of cherie, your aunt has
employed Brigitte as a governess for you. She will give you
all formal education, we others will work hard letting you
find confidence in your new role as a girl."
I was shattered by this statement and could offer no more
resistance as the doctor gave me some more injections to
prevent my cock and balls to grow to full male size, for the
time being, and a local injection of collagen to enhance the
fullness of my lips. Margerite slipped a soft negligee about
me and drew light diaphanous panties up to my waist. I was
in a mild state of shock and drifted into an uneasy slumber
as the drapes were closed and they left me to my dreams.
* * *
Margerite awoke me about 7 p.m. gave me my bath. My false
breasts were again affixed to my chest. She tweaked the pink
nipples saying, "Well mamselle not long before you have your
own to play with, eh?"
She giggled and dressed me. As she fastened a turquoise
satin bow to the back of my hair the door opened and in came
Madame with the prettiest girl who from her looks just had
to be Brigitte's sister, Marie. She was and greeted me with
a kiss on each cheek and finally planted a long one on my
carmined lips. Madame Charlotte dismissed Margerite saying
that Marie could finish helping me to dress and that it
would give us an opportunity to become better acquainted
with each other.
"You look beautiful, Jeanette, such delicate features I can
understand how my sister fell for you," she ran her hand
over my protruding ass. "A gorgeous figure too darling, that
I understand will soon be added to." She spoke in that
lovely sexy accent just like her mother and sister. "You
like wearing my pretty lingerie cherie?
She was so disarming and sympathetic I felt so close to her
and gushed. "Oh yes, Marie I just adore it. It is so pretty
I find it to be so soft and sensuous it makes me feel like a
princess." She laughed, not at me but with me. "Yes cherie,
maman always did insist on buying the prettiest scanties for
me.
"Darling Jeanette, shall I ask maman if I can sleep in my
old room tonight with you?" I was overjoyed, "Oh yes please
Marie, yes please." She laughed happily and taking my hand
led me downstairs to join Madame.
"Stand here by my chair, Jeanette," she instructed. Her hand
tightly ran up the inside of my leg, she took no notice of
the fact that the staff were in the room, her fingers worked
their way to the tops of my stockings and played with the
second hide of the tight tanga. It was obvious that she was
demonstrating her control of me and my acceptance of it.
Marie smiled understandingly at me, she looked glorious. Her
breasts with erect nipples pushing out her opaque white silk
blouse, her shapely legs crossed revealing frilly white
petticoats under her full black velvet skirt. Her black silk
stockings had a diamante design on her lovely ankle and her
black patent shoes showed a scarlet polished nail in the
peep toe.
"I think Marie is getting jealous cherie you'd better go and
join her."
I now stood alongside her and not content with playing with
the soft leather of my undies she boldly caressed my
genitals. "Do you like this cherie? " I gulped as I felt her
nail run down the whole length of my shaft from head to
base.
"Oh Marie oh yes, yes please." I could feel my legs
beginning to turn to jelly. "Now stop that girls," said
Madame, "I'd hate to see Jeanette have an accident."
During dinner Marie broached the subject of sleeping with me
and Madame acquiesced but said to me, "Are you sure Jeanette
because I will not let you change your mind later." "Yes
Madame I'm positive I won't change my mind."
"Very well girls, I'm sure you will be able to find
something to occupy the time. Now if you've finished, I've
got a couple of erotic videos for you."
We sat in the lounge, Marie and I on a sofa, her arm about
my shoulders and as I started I recognized the set for it
was my bedroom. Suddenly as the door opened and I walked in
followed by the doctor I realized what the video was of my
examination that took place only that afternoon. I was
horrified but had to sit through it again. The camera must
have been behind the dressing table mirror.
Marie was marvelous, she stroked me and said how much she
liked me both as a girl and a boy. I was so relieved when it
had finished and then Madame put the next one in the
machine. Again it was the bedroom but as the door opened
this time Marie could be seen entering with Margerite who
proceeded to help her to undress. A black satin dress showed
her clad in a gorgeous slip lavishly embellished with lace
and ribbons. She must have known she was on film because she
kept striking sexy poses. Her slip was then removed leaving
her clad in black stockings, suspenders, bra and panties.
Margerite unclasped her bra and her purple lips then kissed
those firm breasts and nipples, it was so erotic I felt
myself harden. Margerite then knelt at her feet removed her
shoes and silk stockings and her suspenders from under her
panties. She kissed the fabric at the V of her thighs and
rubbed her cheek against her, Marie all the time was
pinching her nipples and rubbing her large firm bosom. Her
panties were slowly pulled down her legs revealing a tiny
black lace G string tied with a satin bow on each hip.
Marie's voice came clearly over the sound track, it was
laced with naked sexual undertones, "Please Margerite please
do me, now." Margerite's brown fingers released the tiny
bows and the whisp of lace drifted to the carpet. I caught
my breath for there was a full set of masculine sex organs!!
I found my head being turned and Marie's lips met mine.
Without thinking opened my mouth passionately and our
tongues met. Madame spoke as we parted, "What do you think
of my youngest daughter, Jeanette?" I couldn't think
straight I was partly repulsed but I was so attracted to
this beautiful sexy girl that was holding me in her arms.
"Doctor Goulez entered the sex of girl on the birth
certificate as I'd never wanted a son and I brought Marie up
as a daughter and she loved it. Didn't you darling?"
"Yes maman, I've no regrets. I feel I have the best of both
worlds, don't you Jeanette?" I had at last found my voice.
"I'm not sure I'm so confused, my feelings for Marie and
what has been happening to me in the last few months, I
don't know." And dissolved into tears. Marie held me to her
bosom and said to her mother, "I'll take her off to bed the
poor thing is overwrought."
She sat me at the dressing table and removed my makeup, then
my boots and dress. By now I'd calmed down and watched as
she removed her blouse and skirt. Her proud breasts pressed
up against me, my slip rustled against her frilly petticoats
and her lips kissed mine slowly pushing her tongue into my
mouth. Our sweet breath mingled, I was still unsure and was
very much the passive partner. She carefully removed my kid
leather Basque and dressed me in a turquoise nightgown and
soft loose frilly panties. She joined me on the satin
bedsheets clad only in a pair of diaphanous silken panties,
she knelt astride my thighs I could feel our genitals touch
through the layers of soft material. She moved gently on me
bending me over so that her breasts touched my parted lips.
There was a whisper of satin on silk on skin. I suckled on
her breasts and fondled them tenderly as I'd done with
Brigitte, her hand reached between my legs rubbing gently
and I just had to respond. She was insistent but not
overpowering and soon we lay side by side, each holding each
others sex in our hands both of us aroused.
Our scents mingling with the heady odour of sex, she lifted
the hem of my gown up to my waist and started to take off my
panties. I raised my buttocks willingly to enable her to do
this. She slid down the bed and ran her mouth and hot wet
tongue up and down my rampant organ, she kissed my lower
belly, thighs and testicles. "Oh Marie please take me
please," I begged hoarsely. Returning to my penis she soon
brought me to my climax. She raised herself and kissed my
lips. She gently turned me over onto my face, placed two
satin covered pillows under my belly and kneeling between my
thighs she spread my cheeks and placed her organ against me.
I stiffened but she gently caressed me through my nightie
rubbing the satin erotically against my hairless body, I
relaxed and moaned into the satin sheet as she made love to
me. Slowly she rocked to and fro whispering words of love
and affection faster and faster. Her other hand reached
around my waist clasping my slowly hardening organ through
my gown.
Pumping away she timed our mutual orgasm to perfection. I
screamed girlishly in ecstasy as I flooded into the satin
and lace of my nightdress.
We lay clasped to each others bosom. We were both satiated
and despite the sticky mess in my nightie I soon drifted off
to sleep.
I awoke next morning to find Marie wiping me down with a
soft warm wet cloth. She was dressed in groin high red boots
made of the thinnest possible leather, and lovingly
continued with encasing my feet and legs in a similar
outfit. The leather had no lining, first it chilled and
squeezed my legs, then it suddenly felt like a part of my
body.
Her penis was jutting out prettily and I reached over and
shyly took hold from washing but was so beautiful I rolled
over to the edge of the bed and held it.
The door opened and I tried to tear myself away but she held
me tight. I looked up to see Margerite smiling at me. "Not
bad for a novice," said Marie to the maid. I blushed hard.
"Take off your panties Margerite," ordered Marie. Oh God
what next?
With a grin from ear to ear she reached up under her skirt
and removed a pair of white lacy knickers. She rubbed the
warm scented crotch around my lips wiping them. Marie lifted
Margerite's skirt and frilly petticoats up to her waist
revealing yet another transvestite! Her equipment was much
darker than her golden brown skin, much smaller than Marie's
or mine, just 3 or 4 centimeters, but definitely male. Marie
took my hand and placed it on the rapidly hardening penis
and said, "Come on darling, let's see you satisfy
Margerite."
I fondled the hairless testicles and toyed with her, I
wouldn't say willingly but obediently. Marie was now
caressing me softly. When she had finished she knelt at the
side of the bed and kissed me saying, "Would you like me to
fellate you mamselle?" "Oh no," said Marie, "I think our
little Jeanette would like to make love to you," "Certainly
mamselle," and she stripped off her clothes and joined me on
the bed clad only in a white Basque and stockings the half
cups revealing small but pert brown breasts and almost
violet nipples.
She laid on her face her derriere sticking up sexily, Marie
made me kneel between her thighs. Margerite sensing my
hesitation wriggled her hips deliciously and pushed back
onto me. My hands cupped her breasts, I felt Margerite's
breathing as movements in my cock. When I started to ram her
asshole I heard a wonderful whispering creak from the
leather of my boots, and enjoyed a delightful orgasm, just
as the leather got hot from my movements and I felt it's
wonderful smell increasing.. I collapsed on top of her quite
satiated.
It had been quite an experience as had the last few months
and I am now content to tell you how my breasts grew into D
well, not DD's as my mother's D but proud B-cups, thrusting
upwards and outwards, and how Marie lovingly gave me the
ultimate piece of jewelry, a diamond-covered platinum
flower, 4 cm in diametre, functioning rather like a washer D
she pulled my left nipple through the center hole of the
flower so that it stood out against the brownish pink of my
large aureole, then she pierced the nipple horizontally near
the flower and inserted a rather big platinum ring which
holds the flower firmly and keeps tugging a bit in my nipple
as the three 15 cm platinum chains fastened to the ring
dangle with my movements. It is not permanent, but I love to
use it.
And I love her too...
.-~~-.--.
: )
.~ ~ -.\ /.- ~~ .
> '. .' <
( .- -. ) Here's a flower from me to you,
'- -.-~ '- -' ~-.- -' Just in case your feeling blue.
( : ) _ _ Know that someone is thinking
~--. : .--~ .-~ .-~ } of you dearly,
~-.--.-~.\_ .~ .-~ .~ Daily, monthly, yearly.
\ \' \ '_ _ -~ So smile for me.
'.'. // And let the sun shine
. - ~ ~-.__'.'-.// through,
.-~ . - ~ }~ ~ ~-.~-. For there's someone,
.' .-~ .-~ :/~-.~-./: Somewhere,
/_~_ _ . - ~ ~-.~-._ Watching over you.
Jeanette