TG: Rita's TV Friend

This story has a TRANSGENDER theme, and is a sequel to "Rita's

Transition"; it describes how the TS Rita and her partner Jan,

help a former colleague of Rita's who is worried by his cross-

dressing desires.

He discovers that he really doesn't have anything to worry about,

and the two women discover that they can have a great deal of fun

with a man who has special interests.

THE SEQUEL

RITA'S TV FRIEND

My life with Jan continued its happy course. Our love for one

another grew, and its expression physically was a very important

part of our life together; we usually made love in a mood of

quiet enjoyment of our devotion to one another, but on occasion

things were more passionate. From time to time we also played

games -- they added spice to our relationship.

We were basically very happy with the way things were; things had

started out very differently, but the changes in ourselves had

brought us closer together. Mine was the most dramatic, as I had

progressed from being a heterosexual male, normal except for a

fetishistic interest in female clothing, to a physically impotent

male, who was female in his fantasy world, finally to a

transsexual woman, delighted by her femininity and retaining a

strong fascination for the exquisite charms of female clothing.

But Jan had kept pace with me in her own development: she was

happily accepting of my foibles as a male, then loving, caring

and turned on herself with her participation in my fantasy world,

then finally recognising a lesbian side to herself as she

welcomed me with open arms to join her and her sisters in the

world of women.

Late one evening we were somewhat more exuberant than usual, and

enjoying ourselves with a large double-prong vibrator that had

caught our attention in one of the love shops. It was an

exhilarating experience for both of us, and I thrilled as Jan

pushed down on me and I felt the tingling sensation extend right

into the depths of my vagina. I was carried away by my ecstasy,

and whispered repeatedly "Fuck me, my love, fuck me." I

remembered the evening, some months previously, when with Jan's

encouragement, I had lost my virginity to her nephew Peter. I had

become passionate then, and once in a while I relived my pleasant

memories of the occasion. We saw Peter from time to time; he now

had a steady girlfriend, and they were very much infatuated with

one another -- when I thought of her, I sometimes felt envious of

the experiences she undoubtedly had.

When we had come back to earth, and were snuggled together in our

large bed, Jan smiled at me and asked "There isn't something you

feel you are missing, is there?" "No," I replied, "but once in a

while I still think of that evening. It was nice." "Not at all

nostalgic?" she asked. "Not really," I said. "I'm so in love with

you, and so satisfied with you, that I can't imagine anything

better." She kissed me fondly. "I'm happy the way things are,

too," she said. "I think that when you finally found yourself,

and knew what you really wanted, something similar happened to

me. I just can't imagine anything better than sharing my love

life with another woman."

But some old memories had been disturbed for both of us. After a

long pause, she asked "Would you mind if I asked you something?"

"No, my love, of course not." "It's just an idea that I get once

in while," she said. "I found myself truly when I watched you

progress into womanhood, and I felt your happiness in your

acceptance of yourself as a woman; it made me feel the same way.

I became aware of a sense of happiness in being female. Part of

it was an acute awareness of the distinctions between us and

males, and I think now and then about the fact that most males

and females exert an attraction on one another. I certainly felt

that attraction once, and when I remember it, I think about the

way it was expressed. It was a very exciting experience to be

penetrated fully by a man; if I am honest with myself I think I

would like it again just once in a while." "I can understand

that," I said; "you thought it was important enough to make sure

I didn't miss out. So?" "What if we could arrange for a replay

somehow?" She hugged me. "It might even be fun to do it

together." I was intrigued, and must have looked somewhat taken

aback, so she hastened to reassure me. "All I mean is that the

physical act would be fun; I'm sure it would push us closer

together than ever, just like your evening with Peter." She had

prodded my memory now; "It would be rather nice," I said, "but

who with?" "That's the tricky part," she said." "I suppose we

could just hire someone, but that doesn't appeal to me at all."

We lay side by side, still happy with one another, but I am

certain that Jan's train of thought was following exactly the

same track as mine. I was thinking that it might be exciting, for

a rare change of pace, to feel the thrust of a large rigid cock.

I was a woman, and had experienced penetration to the depths of

my vagina; I thought that to refresh that memory would confirm my

female nature yet again.

I was at home alone the next morning; Jan had gone out, and was

doing some catching up on chores -- she told me not to expect her

back before the afternoon. The phone rang; I picked it up and

said hello. "Is that, er Rita?" said a male voice, somewhat

hesitantly. "Yes." The voice was vaguely familiar. "This is Len,"

it said; "I don't know if you remember me; I started work at the

university about four years ago." Then I remembered: just before

my early retirement he had joined the department. We had worked

together for one term, and got on very well together. He was

somewhat shy, and always seemed as if he had something worrying

him. "Yes, I remember," I said. "But there's been a bit of a

change in me, and I'm not too much like the person you remember."

"I heard about that," he said, "and I'm actually calling about a

problem I have; it might be you could help me." He sounded quite

worried, and I wondered what sort of problem he had. "In a way

it's related to what happened to you," he said, after a pause;

"the fact is I'm really getting a bit desperate, and I would like

to talk to you." I began to have some suspicions then: "You could

come round right now," I said. "My partner is out for the rest of

the morning, and we will be quite private." "Thank you very

much."

I got some coffee going, and in a few minutes the doorbell rang.

Len looked much as I remembered him, if anything with more

worries than usual. "You're Rita?" he said hesitantly. "Yes," I

said. "Come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee?" He looked at

me in some amazement. "I'm glad I was able to track you down," he

said; "there's no way I would recognize you. You look beautiful."

"Thanks," I smiled. "I finally realised what really made me

happy, and followed my inclinations. Some people have a bit of

trouble dealing with it, but I made the right choice, and I've no

regrets."

We sat in an awkward silence for a minute or two, and Len was

obviously trying to overcome his shyness, and figure out how

exactly to say what was on his mind. I decided to help get things

going: "You said your problem was related somehow to what

happened to me; are you a transsexual too?" "No," he said

quickly. "At least I don't think I am. But what I want to do is

related in a way. I don't know how to deal with it quite, and I'm

getting a bit desperate; I just thought that you might have been

through a similar situation." "Well," I said, "I have been

through a few phases. The longest one was just being a happily

married male -- with a bit of a difference -- I had a fascination

for women's clothes. I might still be happy that way now if I

hadn't had the prostate problem; that pushed me a little bit, and

I found I liked the path I was on and went on to the end."

He was staring at me with a rather odd look. What I had said

apparently encouraged him and he took the plunge. "You were

fascinated by women's clothing?" "Yes." "Me too," he said. "I get

turned on by pictures, by displays in stores, and just by seeing

women walk by in the street. Some times I get utterly preoccupied

and I can't get my mind to dwell on anything else. Then the

compulsion comes: I want desperately to wear those clothes

myself. Do you think I am a transsexual?" "Not necessarily," I

told him. "There are actually a lot of men with similar desires;

in their spare time they put on women's clothing, and enjoy the

way they feel. That's all. Very few of them really want to be

women; most of them are quite happy being men most of the time."

"I guess I am too," he said. "You don't feel deep down inside

that you are really a woman?" "No. Most of the time I am quite

happy with the way I am, and I couldn't imagine myself doing what

you did. No offence." "None taken; I'm happy too, and I know my

path isn't for everyone. But in that case I don't see what the

problem is." "Well, I'm happy most of the time, as I said; but

then I get this overwhelming urge -- I don't know what to do." I

was a bit mystified at this: "That's just about where I was for

much of my adult life. I simply followed the urge; I did what I

felt like doing, and was quite happy. Of course I was very

fortunate in my partner; Jan was very understanding, and so it

became a source of pleasure rather than a problem. As I recall

you aren't married?" "No," he said. "I've had a few girl friends

over the years, and got on very well with them." "But you didn't

tell any of them about this part of yourself?" "No. I would have

been afraid of how they would react." "Probably wise," I said,

though there are women who are very understanding, and even find

it a stimulus to them. But I was always shy with girls; until Jan

came along I assumed I would always be alone -- I enjoyed myself

with my wardrobe, and had some intense orgasms all by myself."

He looked somewhat taken aback at this. "I've never done that,"

he said. "What?" "No. It seemed wrong, and I would have felt so

embarrassed buying the things I wanted." Now I was the one to be

taken aback: "But there are catalogs; you can always be 'buying a

present for your girlfriend' -- in fact there are a few stores

that cater exclusively to male cross dressers." "I know," he

said; "I just couldn't work up the courage. But this thing is

getting to me more and more. I just have to do something,

otherwise I'll go crazy. In my desperation, I thought of you. You

seemed to be a fairly normal guy like me, and I knew you quite

well. Then you became a woman. I still don't understand all the

factors that go into doing something like that, but I thought to

myself 'there's a guy like me, and at some point he must have

started wearing women's clothes.' Then it came to me that I could

ask you about it, and maybe you could help me sort myself out."

"Of course. I'd be happy to," I said. I really felt empathy with

the poor guy; I knew exactly how he felt, and the magnitude of

the drive that was in control of him, but I couldn't imagine

living life with such an urge and resisting it. He seemed very

relieved at my response, and relaxed a little. "Thanks," he said.

"I don't think I could stand it much longer, the way things are

now." My heart went out to him; he was a 'sister' and had very

similar drives to those I had as a male; but he had never been

able to satisfy them, and had never had the good fortune that I

had been blessed with.

"We must try and get some relief on the way," I said. "You should

follow your urge, and try the experience. I can get some things

for you, if you like; I don't know quite what you want to do, but

I would also be happy to help you along. Maybe you would like to

be able to visit here and relax with your things; I'll talk to

Jan." He seemed worried by that, so I reassured him: "Jan is one

of the good people; she would be very happy to help you herself.

And she is also the kind of wonderful person who would leave us

to ourselves if she thought you would be more at ease. We'll work

something out. Give me your phone number, and I'll call you this

evening." He cheered up considerably, and we chatted about old

times for a while. As he was leaving he said "It's funny how I

react to you. You're a woman, good looking, no doubt about that,

but I find myself relating to you much the same as I did when we

were working together." "That's great," I said. "I am a woman

alright, and some of the people I used to know can't deal with

that. But in many respects I'm the same person." "Yes," he said;

"I'm relating to the person like I used to, and I'm not

embarrassed by the fact that you are a woman; in a strange way it

makes it easier to talk about something like this."

There was a moment of awkwardness when he couldn't make up his

mind whether to shake my hand or not; impulsively I kissed him on

the cheek. "I'm a woman," I said, and smiled sweetly. He grinned.

When Jan came back I told her about my visitor, and his problem.

"The poor man!" she said. "Are you going to help him?" "Yes," I

said, "for sure. Apart from my feminine compassion, I see him as

a 'sister' in a way. The question is what exactly he wants to do,

and how to organise it. I think the best thing would be for me to

ask him round for a quiet session; he'll be very nervous, and it

might get quite intense." "Sometimes I think you're very sweet,"

Jan said; "that's why I love you so much. You should probably get

him round as soon as possible, and I'll keep out of the way."

"You're pretty sweet yourself," I said. Then a thought struck

her. "But you better be careful," she winked at me. "He's a

handsome young man -- we know what that might lead to."

I gave Len a call that evening; I told him that Jan had to be

away most of the next day, and suggested that he come round early

in the afternoon. He sounded very relieved and agreed. "I'm not

sure exactly what you want to do," I said; "I have piles of

clothes that I would be happy to let you try." "Thanks. I think

that's what I have to do," he said. "We can talk about the whole

thing too," I added; "I do have a lot of experience which is very

relevant, and hopefully I can be some help." He seemed very

grateful as he said goodbye.

Jan was a good sport the next day, and went off as promised,

leaving me alone. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen,

but I thought I was likely to be pushed into the combined role of

counsellor, clothing consultant and maybe even maid. I felt very

sympathetic towards poor Len, and still couldn't understand why

he hadn't simply followed his desires, as I had done many years

before. It struck me that his call to me was a good choice; I had

experience with female clothing, and presumably an extensive

wardrobe, and I had experience as a male with an interest in

female clothing. As a female I would spare him the embarrassment

of divulging his secret desires to another male, but as a former

male I would presumably be able to deal more easily with specific

male reactions to cross dressing. I thought wryly that I might be

ideally qualified as a consultant for male cross-dressers. But in

the back of my mind was a worry; I knew that the effect of cross

dressing was likely to be a massive turnon -- in my early days it

inevitably led to masturbation -- and I wasn't sure how I would

deal with Len if he got sexually excited. I hoped that wouldn't

be a problem for me or him.

I also worried about how to present myself; I wanted make the

most of my femininity as always, but I didn't want to do anything

that might cause problems for Len. Being too feminine might upset

him, but going too far the other way could also cause

difficulties. I settled for a simple dress, professional looking,

and I wore beige stockings. Underneath I had an open bottom

girdle and separate bra, both white,and I wore a black slip to go

with my dark dress. I wondered about panties, and finally chose a

dark lacy pair. It probably didn't matter about my lingerie, but

I wasn't sure exactly what the session would involve, and I

thought that I just might want to show some of it to Len in my

role as consultant.

Len finally arrived looking somewhat apprehensive. We sat down

with a cup of coffee and I tried to get him more at ease. "I

think we should talk about this first," I said; "then I'll be

happy to help you try anything you fancy." "Thanks," he said.

"That's absolutely wonderful of you. I'm feeling a bit nervous

about it, but the compulsion is driving so hard I can't think of

anything else." "I know how it is," I told him; "I've been there

too. Fortunately I was usually able to just give in to it, and I

finally realised that I was having a lot of fun -- it didn't

concern anyone else, and it wasn't really a problem." He didn't

look completely convinced. "The first thing I need to know is

what specific things you are into: do you want to wear long

flowing dresses, filmy nightgowns or petticoats? Or is it really

lingerie that appeals to you?" There was a reaction to 'lingerie'

that made me think I had struck a chord, and Len looked a little

sheepish. "Don't feel embarrassed," I said; "I told you I've been

there. I was an apparently normal man, and I had an urge --

sometimes it was quite desperate -- to wear women's underwear. I

spent a lot of my evenings and nights wearing it."

"Well," said Len, "I really want to wear just about anything that

women wear. But there are some kinds of underwear that really do

something to me; sometimes I can't think about anything else."

"What kinds?" He swallowed, and then said: "Things that don't

seem to be so much in fashion these days. I've always been

interested in looking at pictures of women's underwear, and I

even looked at some books in the library; then I started trying

to find old copies of magazines like Vogue -- what interested me

were some of the ads." I smiled at him, and took his hand for a

moment. "Take it easy," I said. "I'm beginning to think that we

might have a lot more in common than you think. Can you tell me

what things appeal to you specifically?" "Well," he started, and

then trailed off. "Would you like me to ask you questions?" He

grinned sheepishly and said "Yes, that might be easier." "Please

relax," I said; "you just have some interests that are a little

unusual, but they are by no means unknown. I think they are very

close to the ones I had. Whatever they are, it's fun to explore

the interest and try things on. It's nobody else's concern, and

it will make you feel a lot better."

"So," I continued: "let's talk about women's underwear. I'll tell

you how things were with me, and we might find that we really do

have a lot in common. I did have the advantage of developing my

interests in the 50s, and there have been some changes -- but

don't worry: there's still a demand for just about everything,

and things can still be found. I seemed to be particularly

attracted to things that were completely and utterly different

from anything a man might wear. A lot of difference between male

and female clothing has to do with relatively minor differences

in styling, like the difference between shirts and blouses.

There's much more difference in colours and textures, but we

still think of the basic distinction in terms of pants as opposed

to skirts. The fact is that women wear pants quite often, though,

and men wear bathrobes. For me the real items of interest were

those that seemed to symbolise the difference in the two genders;

some feminine things seemed secret and forbidden in a sense

because they were exclusive to an utterly non-male world -- there

was a real thrill in entering into that world, and certain

garments seemed to be the epitome of the secret world of

femininity.

"Sheer nylon stockings were part of that world; the feet and legs

were visible, but I knew they extended right to the thighs of the

wearer. She also wore a corset or girdle, to constrain her

figure, but it also had suspenders attached to it to support the

stockings. That was a powerful image for me, and I desperately

wanted it to be my image. I looked at all the pictures I could

find too, and I still remember one magazine with pin-up pictures

-- it might be more accurate to call them skirts-up pictures --

one of them had the caption 'wisps of stockings, firmly gripped

by pink suspenders'." Len was breathing fairly heavily now, and I

knew my guess was right on target. "That's it exactly," he

whispered. "Welcome to the club," I said, and smiled. He grinned

wryly at that and seemed to be relieved.

"It's not a problem," I said. "I would be happy to help you try

on some of those things, and I know what a wonderful experience

it is. It is a bit overwhelming though." "I've just got to try

them," he said. "I know, believe me," I responded. "Do you want

me to leave you to yourself for a while, or would you like me to

help you? I could be your lady's maid if you like." He smiled

again. "You are being very kind and helpful. And you have

incredible empathy; I think I'll be a bit embarrassed, but I

would like you to be there."

I knew that Len was going to be massively turned on, and I wasn't

at all sure how to handle it. I thought that it might be best to

be completely matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "I know

exactly where you're at," I said, "and once again for the record

I've been there. I am now a woman, but I enjoy all the nice

things I used to as a male. That means I understand what you

want, and I have some idea about what can be done about it; I've

had a lot of experience of women's clothing on both sides of the

gender boundary and I think the best way for us to interact is if

you think of me as a consultant. I don't have any problems with

what you want to do, in fact I wanted exactly the same; so I'm

simply available to help you in a matter I know something about."

"I don't know how to thank you," he said. "You're being wonderful

about this."

"Practical things first," I said, in my role as assistant:

"there's the question of sizes, which can be a bit tricky.

Fortunately it looks as though we are very similar in build, and

I think some of my things will fit you nicely." He gave me an

approving glance, and smiled weakly. "Then there's a somewhat

more delicate matter," I went on: "for me, women's garments, and

certain things in particular, were a massive turnon; even if I

didn't help the process along, my sessions inevitably finished up

with ejaculation. I'm sure the same thing will happen to you.

It's nothing to worry about -- it's certainly nothing to feel

embarrassed or ashamed about -- in fact it's part of the fun. But

there are some practical consequences; I found it most helpful to

wear a condom, and put it on before I started." Poor Len seemed a

bit overwhelmed at this turn of the discussion, but he nodded.

"Let's start this way," I said: "you can go into the bathroom and

prepare, and I'll give you a pair of panties to start off with.

I'll give you a robe too; then you can start to get the pleasant

feeling of soft feminine clothing. When you come back, you'll be

'decent' and hopefully it won't be difficult for either of us."

"Thanks," he whispered; "I'm a bit overwhelmed, but that does

seem best." "I'm simply your consultant," I said, "and I do have

some experience. I know what's going to happen to you. The

problem for me is how I deal with it." There was a question in

his look at me. "I know what male bodies are like," I said, "and

I know how they react. I can take that in my stride as part of

the process. But I am a woman now and I may not be completely

immune to the effects of male excitement. Don't worry about it;

we'll deal with that if it happens."

I went to the bedroom and found a nice silky pair of black

panties in the drawer; they had lacy panels and trim. I

remembered that there was still a package of condoms somewhere in

the bathroom cupboard, and I got one of those. I also took a

silky voluminous pink peignoir from the closet and went back to

Len. "Here are the essential things to start with," I said. "Why

don't you go into the bathroom and put them on? Take your time,

relax, and enjoy the feeling. In the meantime I'll look out some

things for you to wear later on." He took the robe and panties,

and the little package, and went into the bathroom. I went back

to the bedroom to select some items for Len's initiation; I knew

exactly what would be best, and I thought happily about my early

experiences with the same things.

I took a corselette; it was black, with a front zipper and six

suspenders. There were power net sections, and also sleek satin

panels, and the bra cups were lacy; it had hooks up the front,

almost from the hem, to pull it together, and the bra section

also had finer hooks at the front between the cups; the zipper

came up right to the neckline of the bra, giving a smooth

appearance, and firmly covering the hook and eye fastening. It

was a delight to wear, and I remembered my nights as a male

feeling the firm but gentle constraint over my whole torso. I

still had the same reaction, as a woman, and it was my favourite

style of foundation. There were some breast forms in one of the

drawers -- it seemed I never got rid of anything -- and they were

quite nicely shaped to fill out the C cups. Since the basic motif

was to be black, I found a nice pair of sheer nylon stockings

that would match exactly. I didn't know how far Len would want to

go, or how far he would be able to go, but I picked out a slip

also. It was black, nicely shaped with lace trim around the hem

and top. I carried the selection -- Len's trousseau -- into the

guest bedroom, and went back to the living room to wait for him.

He finally appeared, looking very sheepish and to be honest not

remotely resembling a vision of loveliness. But my heart went out

to him as memories of myself in similar circumstances came

flooding back; I smiled at him. "You look nice; does it feel

good?" He returned my smile. "It's wonderful," he said. "It's so

good to finally be able to do this; I've been thinking about what

it would be like for so long." "Let's go into the other room," I

suggested. "It's nice and comfortable there, and there will be a

bit more sense of privacy." He followed me in, and I closed the

door; the room did look pleasant with the subdued lighting. Len

saw the things on the bed and gasped. "I picked out some nice

things for you. I think you'll like them -- I know I did very

much. I have to be honest with you, too; I still do -- it's one

of the delights of being a woman for me."

"Let's get started," I said. "There's no cause for any

embarrassment in the situation. The way I see it there's a simple

commonplace relationship between us. You are a man, and like some

other men, have an interest in certain items of female clothing;

you want to wear these garments. As far as I am concerned your

wishes are quite natural and understandable, and I am here to

assist you. I'm going to play the role of your corsetiere, and my

task is to make sure that your foundation garments are to your

taste and fit properly." Len reacted to the word 'corsetiere' but

he nodded. "Yes, that's what I want." "From my experience," I

told him, "men find that the proportions of women's garments

aren't quite right for them. One of the problems is that the

ratio of hip size to waist size is larger in women. This can make

getting a good fit for a girdle quite difficult; it has to be

snug around the hips, and pull you in, but if it does that then

the waist will be far too restricting -- that can get really

uncomfortable. This is a corselette, a combination bra and

girdle; I have found that they work very well in the way they

accommodate to body shape. They eliminate the problems with a

midriff bulge in between a bra and girdle too. This particular

one has six suspenders; I always recommend that. It makes sure

that the stockings are held firmly and evenly, and the girdle

portion is held nicely in position as well."

Len appeared to be overwhelmed again, and I wondered if I hadn't

overdone my corsetiere role; I was beginning to enjoy it

immensely. "Try the corselette," I said; "You'll have to slip off

your robe to get into it." He took off the robe and braced

himself as I unzippered the corselette and opened it up for him

to step into. Once his feet were through the hem, I slid it

carefully up his body; I stood behind him and eased the sides up.

He realised what was required next and slipped his arms through

the shoulder straps; I slid them onto his shoulders, pulling the

garment up over his body, and patted the back and sides to make

sure they were right. Then I came round in front of him. "The

hooks aren't too difficult," I said, "but I'll show you how they

go." I fastened the hooks, working up from the bottom; they

weren't too tight, but I did have to stretch the material, and I

could see that he was being pulled in nicely. "You'll need

these," I said next, "to get the right shape and feel, and you'll

find the fit is much more satisfactory." I quickly popped the

breast forms into the bra cups, and then carefully did up the

front hooks. Finally, I slid the zipper all the way up, and

looked at the result. Below his neck, he did present an

acceptably feminine appearance: from the lacy cups enclosing his

prominent bust down over the smooth satin material to the

dangling suspenders the image was impressive. The lacy panties

showed below the hem of the corselette, and I realised there was

an ominous bulge there.

I ignored it. "You can put the robe on again," I said. "You'll

probably find that most comfortable. I'll help you with the

stockings in a moment, but you might like to try walking and

sitting down, just to get the feel of the corselette. He put the

robe on, and he took a glance at himself in the mirror; then he

did walk to and fro over the plush carpet. "It's fantastic," he

said softly, clearly very close to being overcome. I had some

strange emotions myself, knowing exactly what his feelings were,

and sharing them vicariously. "It really is quite a good fit," I

observed, trying to steer the situation back to normality. "I

find corselettes very suitable myself, and I enjoy wearing them;

I thought it would be a good choice to recommend." Len tried to

appear nonchalant too and said: "It does fit nicely; it's firm

and snug -- and it gives me a wonderful contained feeling."

"That's exactly what I want from a good foundation," I said. "If

you sit on the edge of the bed, we can try the stockings. He sat

there, and lifted his right foot for me to ease the filmy nylon

on to it. I eased the stocking up to his knee; "You'll have to

stand up for a moment," I said. "The suspenders can be a bit

tricky, especially at the back; I'll show you." He stood

dutifully, and I stretched the stocking up to his mid thigh; I

kneeled behind him and carefully attached the back suspender.

"I find it's best to get the other leg started next," I said.

"Maybe you can just lift your left foot and let me get the

stocking on." He lifted his foot, hypnotised, and I eased the

stocking on; I worked it carefully up his leg too, and fastened

the suspender at the back. "You could probably manage the

others," I said, "but I'll do them this time and make sure that

everything's just right." I kneeled down in front of him and

carefully fastened the suspenders. I did each side in turn, and

then the ones in front. It's a wonderful little ritual, and for

me it embodies the essence of dressing as a woman and always

induces a feeling of femininity; I felt the thrill, as always,

doing this utterly feminine task. "There," I said, "everything's

nicely fastened, and the stockings look just beautiful." Len

obviously enjoyed the experience, but I noticed him looking down

at me; I realised that my skirt had ridden up, and the tops of my

stockings and my front suspenders were clearly displayed." "I'm

afraid that wasn't too ladylike," I smiled, "but you see that I

practice what I preach." He smiled at me, and did seem to be a

little more relaxed.

"Try walking now," I said. "You'll find it's a pleasant feeling.

There's a nice tug from the suspenders, and they give a little as

your legs move. I find the whole effect very comforting." He did

walk over to the door, and then back again, and then he looked at

me. "It's wonderful. I just can't get over how fantastic the

feeling is." "I know," I said. "Enjoy it. Sit back and relax; you

might find it nice to lie on the bed and just wallow in the

feeling. I like it just as much; those nice things really make me

feel feminine."

He lay on the bed, his head propped up by the high pillow. He was

obviously engulfed by the experience, and moved his legs slowly,

obviously feeling the way the gentle constraints adjusted

themselves to his position. He ran his hands over his body

feeling the texture of the material, and let them finally rest

lightly on his thighs; he moved his fingers slowly, touching the

suspenders.

"I imagine that you would like to relax like that for a while," I

said finally. "Do you want me to leave you to yourself? Or do you

want to talk? I do have some other things you could try if you

like." "Please stay," he said. "It's an intense experience, and I

don't know what more I could want. I'd just like to stay and

enjoy it, and I'd like your company too. You've been so kind and

helpful, and I think you have made it much easier for me." "I

can't get over the fact that you never tried this before," I

said. "It may be the first time, but I'm certain it won't be the

last. Would you like to chat a bit?" "Yes," he replied. "It's a

wonderful feeling, and I don't think I could describe it, but

when I try and stand back mentally and look at what is happening

as a phenomenon, it doesn't seem explainable." "A lot of human

behaviour is like that," I said. "I don't think it can be

explained. We have likes and dislikes, in clothing and even sex,

just like everything else. Some people want to moralise, but I

don't think morality enters into it. Nobody else is being hurt by

our choice of clothing. I remember the first time I tried on a

girdle and stockings; it was a very powerful experience, and it

still influences me as a woman -- I guess some people would find

that hard to explain. For me it was the beginning of a logical

sequence, though I didn't recognise it for a long time; I did

like to think of myself as feminine, and that was really why the

clothes turned me on." "I haven't tried to analyse myself," said

Len. "All I can say is that I have had a compulsion to wear

things like this for as long as I can remember. Now I finally

have the chance to do so, it feels fantastic; I suppose that

feeling might be 'feminine' in some way, but I'm not really sure

what that means."

I thought about that for a while. "It's completely subjective," I

said. "It's really making a statement about how you see yourself.

It does tie in to the question of gender, as opposed to sex,

which is a physical characteristic. As a transsexual, the

question of gender became of overwhelming importance to me, and I

wanted others to accept me in the way I felt about myself. A lot

of other people in 'gender' space, the majority in fact, get some

sort of thrill out of gender-bending, but they don't have the

innate sense of belonging to the 'opposite' gender. A lot of men

like that do like to feel 'feminine' on occasion." A thought

struck me; "Would you like to try a simple experiment?" I asked.

"Well, sure," he said looking puzzled. "It relates the way I

think about myself," I said. "That evolved over the years, and

there were some ideas that I reacted to. It may not be of any

great significance, but I'll see how you react."

I paused for a moment to consider my spiel, and Len looked at me

quizzically. "You have always been strongly moved by the image of

foundation garments, stockings and suspenders," I said. "It isn't

just the sight that excites you, you actually want to wear them

yourself. They are particularly feminine items, and you obviously

have a desire for feminine things, as I do. Someone who has such

a strong desire for feminine things shows some definite traits of

femininity, and it wouldn't be incorrect to describe them as

feminine. To me the feelings you are enjoying now are the

feelings of femininity. You are feminine. You have joined the

company of females: girls, ladies, women, even princesses --

choose your own favourite word. You are enjoying your femininity,

wearing delicious feminine things and visiting our feminine

world. I'm very happy to have you join us; I am a woman, I belong

here now, and I am happy to welcome you, because deep inside you

are one of us too. I think you are a very nice girl; you look

nice in your feminine girly clothes, and you're enjoying them

just like me. We both are enjoying our femininity in this

exclusively female space: what could be more feminine than trying

on a new girdle and stockings?. You really are a girl now; while

you are here, as a girl, you really ought to have a nice feminine

name, a girl's name: I think Linda would be a very nice. I'm

going to call you Linda when you wear those nice femmy clothes."

Len was now listening to me with bated breath; I smiled at him

and noticed that there was a massive bulge in his panties. "You

look very nice, Linda," I said. "I think your beautiful stockings

make your legs look smooth and very shapely. Did you enjoy it

when I fastened your suspenders, Linda? Do you feel the nice tug

on your stockings, Linda?" Len gasped, then he shivered, and

finally lay back moaning; the stretched surface of his panties

heaved up and down driven by the powerful spasms of what they

contained. He obviously responded to some of the same triggers

that had set me going in the past.

I let him enjoy his release for a while in peace. Then I resumed

my professional role. "That was a perfectly natural response; it

used to happen to me every time I got dressed. There's something

incredibly exciting about gender bending, and I can relate

perfectly to your reactions. They seem to be similar to mine; the

clothes are exciting and stimulating, but the association with

femininity is also a part of it." He finally had calmed down, and

smiled at me. "It must be," he said. "That was fantastic; I have

never come like that." "I understand," I said; "I'm repeating

myself, but I know exactly how you feel. Welcome to the club." He

smiled and seemed to be finally at ease. "I played a dirty trick

on you there," I said; "I used all the loaded words I could think

of. I wanted to check if you would respond just like I used to."

"I responded alright," he admitted wryly. "OK," I said; "the key

point is that it feels good and it does no harm to anyone else.

So enjoy!" He smiled and said "I think that might very well come

to be my philosophy." I was curious about another point, so I

asked: "How do you feel now?" "Just nice and relaxed," he

replied. "The intense pressure has gone, and now I just want to

relax and enjoy a whole lot of new tactile sensations." "You

don't want to take things off yet?" I asked. "No," he replied;

"this is really very pleasant, and without the compulsive drive I

just feel good -- it's calming and relaxing."

"Len," I said, "that's very interesting. "You are a classic case

of a male fetishistic cross-dresser (if you want to be

technical); that's exactly what I was. But there's something else

going on. In the classic cases, men are aroused by feminine

garments, they achieve a climax, then the demon is laid to rest

and they can't wait to change back to their male selves. You seem

to be happy and relaxed, still wearing a corselette and

suspendered stockings, after a male climax; that's the next stage

down the road -- it might be correct to call you transgendered."

"What does that mean?" "Simply that there's more going on than

the effect of a simple fetish -- you seem to have some kind of

affinity for the opposite gender and its accoutrements." "Does

that mean that one day I'll decide to follow your example?" "Not

at all. It's always a possible outcome, and it can happen quite

late in life, but most transgendered people live happily without

a full transition and changes to their body." He seemed at bit

relieved to hear that, and lay back completely relaxed.

After a long silence, he spoke again. "I must thank you. This has

been a fantastic experience, and I still haven't really come down

to earth. I appreciate your help more than I can say, and I think

you have helped me to understand things a little better. It

doesn't seem terrible any more; it really is fun, as you said,

and I think you have moved some road blocks I had in my head."

"That makes me feel good too," I said. "I thought I recognised

you as a 'sister' -- forgive the expression -- I guessed right

and I'm sure you'll be back for more." "I'm afraid I will," he

said smiling happily; "I'm completely hooked now; my compulsion

led me to a very nice place to be. In fact I'm quite happy to

call myself a 'sister'."

I left him to relax, and enjoy the sensations. Eventually he got

up and carefully took off the clothes and got himself back to

'normal' in drab mode. He knew as I did that 'normal' would never

be the same again. After some casual chat, he left, evidently

completely relaxed and at ease.

When Jan came back later, I told her about the events of the

afternoon. "He is well and truly right where I was," I said. "I

got him into a corselette and stockings, and he was turned on

like a searchlight. We chatted about things for a while, and then

I thought I'd try a test. I started talking about what he was

wearing, pushing him into a feminine space, and using all the

femmy words I could think of. Then I called him a nice girl, and

said he needed a nice name, so I started calling him Linda. At

that point he exploded. After he had relaxed, I asked him if he

wanted to take the things off; he didn't. The whole thing got me

into quite a strange space; it could have been me twenty years

ago, and it brought back a lot of memories." "Very interesting,"

said Jan; "what happens next?" "I don't know. But he's got the

taste now, and he'll obviously want to pursue the interest. The

thing is that it's more than a CD fetish; his reaction to the

feminine identification makes me think he's transgendered to some

degree." "I wonder how far that will lead," Jan said. "Who knows?

I don't think he's TS, certainly not yet. He has had some girl

friends after all -- in that respect he differs from me."

"I wonder what else he might be into," said Jan suddenly. "What

do you mean?" "Oh, things like being dominated; maybe having two

women help him would be even better for him." I began to have

some suspicions: "What are you getting at now? Are you suggesting

you would like to join our little girdlefest?" "It might be fun,"

she said, winking at me. "As you know I don't have any problems

at all with males who wear girdles; they get very nicely

aroused." "And ...?" "For the moment he's obviously male in his

response, and that does give him the ability to do something we

might appreciate on special occasions." "What a nasty mind you

have," I said, teasing her. "The poor guy has a real drive, and

it was becoming a problem; I was just trying to help him." "I

know," she said, "and I honestly think that was very sweet of

you. But what if he liked the idea of meeting both of us? What if

he did feel the urge to make love to a woman when he got turned

on?"

"Jan, my sweetheart," I said, "I'm beginning to get turned on by

the whole thing myself, and you know I'd like to make love to a

woman, too." "Guess what?" she replied, "I think I would, as

well." "I'll keep my girdle and stockings on, then; I wouldn't

want to disappoint you." I smirked. "Of course, Rita my love,"

she said; "I wouldn't want you otherwise."

The next day Len called. "Hi, Rita," he said. "I want to thank

you for helping me to sort things out. The afternoon was utterly

fantastic; I think I have got my act together now, and I have had

a happy time looking through the catalogs. There are also some

very interesting things on the web." "You're very welcome," I

said. "You really took me back; every moment I was thinking this

could have been me, twenty years ago." "That's interesting," he

said; "I still don't see myself following the path you did. The

whole thing is a massive turnon, and I obviously responded when

you did the feminine identification, but I still seem to be

turned on by girls, too. That makes me pretty mixed up; I'm not

quite sure where I'm at." "You could try to find out," I told

him. "Doing the experiments could be a lot of fun." He laughed.

"I guess so," he said. "It's still a little mixed up. There's no

doubt I like to wear girdles and stockings; but girls turn me on

too. Would they like me to wear girdles and stockings?" "There

are some that would," I said. "The problem is finding them." "If

I could, that would be about as close to heaven as I could get,"

he said. "How do women react to males wearing feminine clothing?"

"There are all possible reactions," I said. "Some are revolted;

some would just accept it as a harmless matter of personal

comfort; some would actually like it, and even encourage it.

There are those that like to dominate and would get their kicks

from requiring it and forcing their male lovers into female

clothing." "You're kidding?" he said. "No." I replied. "The

dominatrix image is a feature of our culture. Look at the

personal ads in the paper. They are the pros, of course, but it

isn't unknown among amateurs."

There was silence on the line for a while. "That idea does

something to me," he said eventually. "The fact is I have always

had a response to the idea of enforced feminisation. I get quite

turned on when I read some of the stories in Greek mythology. The

tale of Hercules in the service of Omphale really gets to me."

"That's quite a common phenomenon," I said. "I remember that

particular story produced a little squirming in my groin back in

the old days." "I don't know what's happening to me," he said. "I

really appreciate the way you let me unload like this. But you

tell me things that just get to me." "You squirm too?" "Yes, I

do." "Well," I said, "where do you go from here?" "I guess I have

to find someone who would be interested in playing along with

me." "Linda," I said, "I must confess that I find some of the

things we are talking about quite exciting. I'm a woman; you know

that, but you have been relating to me as the person you knew

before, just adding the factor that I was also a cross-dresser. I

certainly share some of your interests, but I also would like

once in a while to have some fun with a male. My partner, Jan, is

a very understanding woman, and she might find your interests and

mine quite compatible with some of hers. It just might be that

the three of us could have a very interesting time together."

There was a long silence. Then a in very subdued voice he said "I

think I would like to try that."

When I told Jan about Len's call, she was very interested indeed.

"I'm excited by the idea already," she said. "You like the idea

of a threesome?" "Yes, I think I do, under these circumstances.

When you had your little affair with Peter, it had quite a

strange effect on me. I really did think it would be a good

experience for you, and then we both got into worrying about

dealing with Peter's little problem; but while I was away that

weekend, I kept thinking about what was happening. I finally

realised that I wanted to be there too, and I got quite excited

at the thought." "To throw your own words back at you, you appear

to have hidden depths, too, Jan my love." I said. "Maybe we

should start answering some swingers' ads." "No," she said, "that

has never appealed to me. What appeals to me is you, and if you

have some innocent involvement with someone else, then I want to

be involved too, simply because of my love for you. There also

seems to be an attraction for people who are neophytes in some

way; Peter had never had a girl at all -- Len has, I suppose, but

he has this nice TV side to him, which he hasn't properly sorted

out yet."

"So there are three people with various ideas about what they

might like to do for some sexual fun," I said; "How do they set

things up?. I'm not sure things like that are just going to

happen, but we can't very well sit down together to plan and

negotiate." I was being facetious, but Jan immediately said "Why

not?" "You really think we should get together and write a

scenario?" "Something like that," she said. "Look, we are all

adults, and we all have certain things that turn us on; if there

are combinations that are mutually agreeable, then everyone has a

good time. Let's ask Len round to talk about it." I wasn't

completely convinced, but Jan had obviously got into one of her

enthusiastic organising moods; to be fair, I thought to myself,

it did work out fairly well the last time. "Alright then, I'll

give Len a call," I said. "But this time it will be me that is

hesitant and awkward." Jan winked at me.

Later that day I gave Len a call. "Hi, Len. It's Rita." He seemed

very happy to hear my voice: "Hi, Rita. What can I do for you?"

"I'm not quite sure," I said; "I don't really know quite how to

put it." "Oh?" "Jan and I have been chatting about what you told

me the other day. Well, the fact is that she seems to be very

interested in exploring some of your ideas." He didn't seem at

all bothered: "That's wonderful," he said. "You don't feel

awkward about it?" I asked. "No, not any more. Things were so

good the other day, and I started thinking about what you said --

I mean about doing things if they were fun and didn't hurt anyone

else. It even made me think of some other things that might be

fun." "That makes me feel a bit better about it," I said, not

completely convinced. "Jan seems to like the idea of joining in,

the next time, and she also might have some ideas about how to

improve things." "I like the sound of that!" he said. "Well, if

you do, then the only real problem is the classic one: who does

what to whom." I was trying to be nonchalant, and Len laughed.

"We could sit down together and work that out," he said. "I guess

we could. That's more or less Jan's idea too; it does seem a

little cold-blooded to me." "We're consenting adults," he said;

"why not?" "I suppose there isn't any reason why not," I said,

still a little dubious. "Maybe you could come round after dinner

this evening, just to talk about it." "Thanks. I will."

Jan was delighted to hear the outcome of my call to Len, and her

happy anticipation was evident all through dinner. Later on, Len

arrived, and the three of us sat down with glasses of wine in the

living room. I wasn't sure how the topic of interest would get

started, and sat back in appropriately demure fashion; Jan was of

course in the gung-ho state she gets into when she has a

'project' that interests her. Len seemed much more laid-back than

he had been on our previous meeting, and had chatted happily with

Jan as we settled down. Jan decided to open the meeting. "From

what Rita has told me, Len" she said, it seems that all three of

us have some quite specific ideas about how people can have some

innocent enjoyment together. All of us seem to be apart from the

mainstream in one way or another, and it looks to me as though we

do have some interests in common." "I think we do," said Len.

"Well," said Jan, "it would be a great idea to work something out

that makes us all happy. Rita doesn't seem too keen about the

idea of 'cold-blooded planning', and she has a point because we

are dealing with things that turn us on sexually -- they can have

a very profound effect on us, but sometimes we're not at ease

discussing them." "A week ago, I would have felt that way," said

Len, "but Rita was very helpful to me, and in the process I came

to realise that if one enjoys something, one should do it and

enjoy it to the full. I would feel quite embarrassed to talk

about what turns me on to somebody who just wouldn't understand,

but if they actually share my interests I don't think I would be

inhibited at all." "You really wouldn't mind talking with Jan

about what happened the other day?" I said. "No," he replied.

"She knows about it; I know she knows about it, and I also know

that she's empathetic." "Good for you," I said; "I don't think I

would have been able to do that; are you seriously suggesting

that we might sit here and make a list of what we like, and what

we would be prepared to do?" "It seems to be the logical way to

do things," he said. "I don't see why we shouldn't either," put

in Jan. "Would it really bother you, Rita?" "I suppose not," I

said; "in any case I seem to be outnumbered."

"Why don't we each make a little comment about ourselves?" said

Jan. "Then it may be fairly clear what we like, and what we are

looking for." "Sure," said Len. I wasn't too happy with the idea,

but I agreed. "Maybe I should go first," Jan said, "just to get

us started." Len was happy with that, and I decided it might be

interesting to hear what the other two had to say.

"I'm a woman," Jan said smiling. "I suppose I was very normal for

most of my life; I was heterosexual, and got married to a very

nice man. He turned out to have some unusual interests, but I'll

let Rita say more about that. I found that these interests

weren't off-putting at all, and they enhanced our relationship.

As the years went by I became more and more attracted to

femininity in my partner, and I finally realised that I had

become completely lesbian in my attitude. What I relish now is a

loving relationship with another woman. I think we are both

'feminine'; there isn't an extreme butch/femme dichotomy. But

it's fair to say that insofar as a distinction can be made, I

like a partner that is very feminine, and I am happy to be the

active rather than the passive one of the pair. The history of my

relationship with my partner has led me to empathise with males

who show feminine characteristics and take an interest in

feminine things, even to the point where I find they turn me on.

My lesbian relationship with another woman is immensely

satisfying, and what I ultimately desire; but on odd occasions I

do remember my sex life with my husband, and think that it would

be fun to do some of the things we did together -- just as a

change of pace."

"That puts me on the spot," I said; "I better go next. Jan's

story does have a lot to do with mine, so she has actually given

a tantalising preview." She smiled at me sweetly, and I

continued. "Like Jan, I am a woman. But it wasn't always that

way; I am a transsexual woman. I was her husband for many years,

and though I was heterosexual -- as a male -- I was very fond of

feminine things. I liked to wear feminine clothing, and had a

particular fondness for girdles and stockings. I might still be

just the same, but prostate surgery left me unable to perform as

a male, and in dealing with that frustration I found myself

yearning for more and more feminine things; I started to identify

myself as female, and eventually it made sense to become female

in my body as well. One of the wonderful things that happened to

us as a couple is that Jan gradually changed in step with me; she

changed her orientation, and we remained partners. I see myself

as very much a woman now, but I am not a very 'normal' woman;

apart from being basically lesbian in my orientation, I am still

profoundly influenced by female clothing. It is as much a thrill

as it ever was, and I find it very sexy. I have had one sexual

experience with a male, and my reaction is much the same as Jan's

-- my basic desire is for a relationship with another woman, but

I remember that one experience and from time to time I think it

would be fun to do something like that again."

"That's very interesting, Rita," said Len. "It helps me to

understand your empathy and the way you helped me with my little

initiation a couple of days ago. So, it's my turn now. I

represent the visible minority, ladies: I am a man. I am

heterosexual, and I have had close relationships with some

special girl friends. But I am not 'normal' either; deep down

inside me, for as long as I can remember I have had an urge to

wear female clothing. The urge became focussed on girdles and

stockings, my only experience so far, but I think I would enjoy

going much further. Rita rung a bell the other day when she was

helping me get dressed for the first time, and it became clear

that I do have a deep-seated desire to be feminine in some way. I

find pictures of women in the garments that appeal to me

extremely exciting, and my first response is a desire to dress

myself the same way. Now I have had that experience, and have

realised that I can easily repeat it, I think I would find it

exciting to be in the company of women dressed just the way I am.

I think I would respond to them as a male, since my basic urge to

wear their clothes would be satisfied. It's hard to describe

exactly, but being feminised is a turnon, and as I told Rita,

being a male among females, but being compelled to dress like

them and be their companion is a very appealing idea."

"A lot of what you say is very similar to the way Rita was," said

Jan. "But it's interesting that you like the idea of being a male

in a group of women. Do you think that you would be sexually

interested in the women then?" "I'm certain I would," he replied.

"Even if you had been 'feminised'?" "Oh, yes." "And you would be

able to have sex with them, dressed just as they were?" "Yes. I

think the idea of making love to a woman when she and I were both

dressed identically is my ultimate fantasy." "And the domination

aspect?" "It's there; I respond to it. But extreme domination and

subjugation just doesn't appeal to me. The 'feminisation' that

appeals to me would be even more exciting though, if it were

required by a woman. Maybe even if it was enforced, but there's a

fine line there. The point is I like it; I wouldn't need to be

forced too hard." He smiled.

"We're obviously not your typical random sample of three people,"

I said; "so where do we go from here?" "Well," Jan remarked, "it

seems to me that there is some degree of compatibility between

us; it's worth exploring, isn't it?" "I don't really like the

idea of making a check-list," I said; "A likes x to be done, B

likes to do x, therefore A and B should get together." "But they

obviously should," said Len. "It would be great for both of them.

It seems a lot more reasonable than people meeting at random, and

then discovering after some unfortunate dates that they don't

really suit one another." "Well, I suppose so," I said, "But we

can't very well sit down together and write a scenario." "I don't

really see why not," Jan said. "Even if nothing comes of it, it

might be great fun to think about one." Len in his new

uninhibited state seemed to be in agreement with Jan, and when I

thought about it, I couldn't really come up with a serious

objection.

"OK, you win, and you're both right of course," I said. "Here's

my suggestion: we enact a modern day version of Hercules and

Omphale. Clearly Len has to play the Hercules role; he finds

himself a captive of the queen, and she decides to tame his macho

spirit by dressing him in feminine attire, and requiring him to

spend his time with the handmaidens of her court; he has to join

them in their daily feminine tasks, and he is rebuked like the

others when his work isn't satisfactory." Len knew the reference

of course, and looked very interested; Jan was a little more

vague on classical mythology, but she seemed to like the idea.

"So who plays the queen?" she asked. "Oh you of course," I said.

"I am obviously one of the poor handmaidens, dressed in

restrictive clothing and forced to do feminine tasks; I am one of

the women whom poor Hercules is forced to join. We live similar

lives, we wear exactly the same clothing, and we live in fear of

harsh words from our mistress. She, the queen Omphale, is a

strict mistress; she makes rigid rules about the clothing of her

handmaidens, and makes sure they are always occupied with tasks

appropriate for subservient women. On occasion she does reward

them; in spite of her treatment of Hercules, she has a soft spot

for him, and even makes love with him. Just in passing, it's

actually recorded that she bore him several children; I would

suggest that we don't follow the original story line exactly."

"So I have to be a mistress and require subservience," said Jan.

"And I can reward my handmaidens by taking them to bed with me?"

"That's roughly the plot," I said. "Of course in the modern

setting, she might not be a queen; she could be a stern

proprietress of a lingerie emporium, employing models who rely on

her favour to retain their jobs." "I like it," said Jan; "you're

very clever, Rita. But why would poor Hercules be working for

her?" "Oh, I don't know. She must have some hold over him; maybe

he's a former lover still infatuated with her, and she is

punishing him for some transgression." Jan seemed to like the

idea of being a dominatrix, and having her pleasure with the male

member of the cast certainly had its appeal; Len looked quite

taken, and of course it was he who had reminded me of the

classical reference.

I hadn't been completely serious, but obviously the idea really

appealed to the others; the more I thought about it, the more it

appealed to me. The simple fact was that it did cover several of

the requirements. "What about costumes?" asked Jan. "As I see it,

that's completely up to you," I said. "You're the boss. You can

wear whatever you think might be appropriate. We have to wear

whatever you require us to wear. In order to subjugate Hercules,

he must obviously be required to wear the most fussy, frilly,

feminine things possible; I have to wear the identical garments

in order to underline his feminisation." "It really is a

fantastic idea," Jan said. "What do you think, Len?" He was

almost lost for words, but he nodded, and finally said "I like

it; it's my fantasy come true."

All of us, myself included, seemed to be quite excited by the

scenario and we agreed to have our first run through it on the

following Friday evening. Len took his departure, and I was

struck by the way his mein and outlook had changed since our

first meeting. I remarked on it to Jan as we were preparing for

bed. "Len seems to be quite uninhibited now about his interests."

"Yes," said Jan, "it's hard to reconcile him with the person you

told me about. I find it refreshing; people seem to get such

ridiculous hangups about sexual matters, and I even see it in

myself. What he enjoys doing would be considered weird, shameful

or maybe even perverted by many people; but when he's with people

he knows are empathetic, and even interested themselves, he seems

to be completely open about it." "I could never do that," I said.

"It did come to be a marvellous part of the interaction with you,

but I think some of the appeal was because it was 'our secret'.

Of course I found that dealing with people who were completely

accepting, like those supplying items I was interested in wasn't

a problem -- that was a natural business relationship."

Wearing our soft feminine nightgowns we snuggled up to one

another in the big bed. "I don't really know why I wasn't

enthusiastic at first," I said. "It does make sense for people to

plan their activities, just like vacations. I'm beginning to

think that this 'trip' may be a lot of fun." "It will, Rita my

love," said Jan, and she kissed me. "It's obviously a natural

story line for Len and me," I said; "but I'm not sure about

casting you as a dominatrix -- you're too nice a person." "Just

watch me!" she said. "Actually to play the role, not too

seriously, does get me excited." "So what about your costume?" "I

was thinking a sexy satin corset would be appropriate," she said.

"Tightly laced, and with the hem surrounded by frilly

suspenders." "What?" She winked at me: "Well, I must give the

right impression," she said, "and I think it will be worth the

discomfort to see the effect on you and Len." "Just thinking

about it has an effect on me." I nestled close to her, and we

started a mutual exploration of our female pleasure centres. The

result was inevitable.

Friday was still a couple of days away, and Jan and I spent some

time thinking about costumes. We needed matching outfits for Len

and myself, and fortunately I had sufficient supplies that it was

not a problem. Jan had to go shopping for her particular

requirements; there was a boutique in town that catered to

various special tastes, and she came back looking very pleased.

"What did you get?" I asked her, overcome with curiosity. "That's

my surprise," she said. "You'll find out on Friday." She had a

'project' again, and she was very interested in the preparations.

On Friday afternoon we did a final check of the wardrobe, and

thought through some of the 'logistics'. "I think I have to

present myself in my regalia right from the start," Jan said.

"But I am not sure how you and Len fit into the plot. Obviously

part of it will involve getting Len dressed properly, but I'm not

sure about you, or how both of you make your entrance." "I think

that I have to be 'dressed properly' too," I said. "The whole

point is that Len, a male, is treated exactly the way I am; that

underlines his feminisation. The question is how we start out."

"He could start as a male, just arrived so to speak, and part of

the process would be to remove all signs of masculinity -- but

what about you?" "I suppose I should be 'decent'," I said; "maybe

a nightdress, or a robe. Or we could start out completely naked

to underline the difference between us, then gradually be made to

adopt identical outfits." "Do you think that Len would go for

that? How about you?" "I think it would be alright, given the

situation. I suppose that Len might be sufficiently overcome to

get excited, but ignoring that would be part of his

transformation." "I don't think I could ignore it for too long,"

said Jan, smiling happily at me; "It's what I want to have for

myself before the end of the drama." "Of course," I said; "that's

the real object of the whole charade." "Now don't be envious, my

sweet little handmaiden," Jan said. "Remember that I shall reward

those who happen to please me. In your case there are several

possibilities: I might be gracious enough to invite you to my

bed, or I might think it entertaining to require Len to service

you, while I watched the performance." "I would just have to

submit dutifully, in either case," I said. We were having fun

thinking about our new game, but I felt a strange thrill inside

me.

We had arranged to have an early dinner out with Len, and met him

at a nearby restaurant. We had a pleasant meal together, and the

conversation was casual; as if by mutual consent we avoided any

topic which might relate to the evening ahead of us. We didn't

rush the meal, but none of us had any desire to linger, and we

made our way back home. Jan ushered Len and I into the large

guest bedroom.

"Just let me say something before we start," she said. "We are

consenting adults, and we simply plan to have some fun. I shall

be playing a role, and if things don't work out, then we can

always try some other game. But in my role, I am in command, and

both of you are required to obey my instructions." "Yes,

mistress," I said, and Len dutifully echoed my words. "It's meant

to be fun," Jan said; "we shall be playing a game, and I hope

that I am sensitive enough to give you orders that will agree

with what you really want yourselves." "That's understood," said

Len, and I nodded agreement. "So I need to prepare myself," Jan

said. "Handmaiden Rita: I shall need your assistance in my

boudoir. Len: we shall start by considering the situation in

which you find yourself, a man, in my establishment. While we are

away, please remove your male clothing; you must present yourself

to us completely undressed when we return." Len looked a little

startled by his first order, but started immediately to remove

his shirt. "Come with me, Rita." said Jan, and I followed her

into our bedroom.

She started to undress then. "I shall need help with the corset,"

she said, smiling. "And I don't want to single Len out -- I think

you should be completely undressed too." She couldn't maintain

her imperious character, and added: "You don't mind, do you."

"No," I said. "But having been there once, I have some sympathy

with Len." "I hope he isn't going to anticipate his cue," said

Jan, "but I suppose we could work that into the plot. There's a

minor point of protocol, too; in public displays, models normally

wear panties under the items that they show. The effect is much

more aesthetic, but it does present problems for calls of nature,

and when there are other reasons for wanting easy access to

intimate areas." I grinned. "That's a classic CD problem," I

said. "even with my wealth of experience, I don't think I have

resolved it yet. Of course if one wears panties underneath, then

an interesting ritual is required for their removal." "I shall

bear that in mind," said Jan smiling at me.

We had both removed our clothes now, and Jan put on a pair of

silky black form-fitting panties. Then she opened her package and

took out the corset. It was magnificent; it was bright red satin,

with lace trim, and had eight wide frilly suspenders dangling

from the bottom. She clutched it round herself, and pushed her

breasts up with the half cups; the mounds above her nipples with

their deep cleavage were prominently displayed. I set to work

pulling her in, and lacing up the back; it was a very unfamiliar

task, but when I had finished it was obvious that the corset fit

her well and moulded her figure to perfection. She took a pair of

black stockings, and I helped her smooth them up her legs to her

thighs. "My suspenders, Rita," she said imperiously. "I want them

even and carefully spaced so that my stockings are held neatly."

I kneeled down in front of her, naked, and started my delightful

task. Each of the eight little tabs was carefully placed before I

slid the metal loop over it. I adjusted each suspender carefully,

so that the tensions were carefully matched and the tops of her

stockings were level. I was finally satisfied, and stood up to

look at the result. She seemed pleased too, and graced me with a

smile. "You look devastating," I said. "You have given me some

new ideas, too." She put on a matching red negligee; it was full

length, and could be wrapped round her completely, but as she

stood it was open at the front to reveal the sublime picture

beneath. She put on a pair of black pumps with three inch spike

heels, and then said "I'm ready, now. We should go and deal with

Len."

Len gaped at the vision of Jan as we returned. He must have

noticed my nakedness, but it obviously didn't make as strong an

impression. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and so far

didn't show any signs of excitement. "I'm ready to deal with you

now," Jan said to Len. "My handmaiden Rita assisted me in

preparing myself, and it's very clear that I need another girl to

assist me here. You were a male, but you have entered our

feminine space, and it will be necessary to make you as feminine

as possible to serve my purposes. I plan to eliminate all

vestiges of your masculinity and make you into a girl; as a girl

you will fit into the routine here. You will be called Linda."

'Linda' was obviously responding to Jan's words and his penis

started to show signs of life. Jan looked pointedly at it and

said "You are to be a girl, Linda. You and Rita will share the

feminine duties of my establishment; I plan to have both of you

dressed in a suitable manner. I notice that you do have one

unusual feature for a girl, and we shall make sure that it is

well hidden by silky feminine lingerie while you perform your

duties. I shall remember it is there, and if it pleases me, I may

require you to let me make use of it as I see fit."

Linda, as I shall call her now, began to show more signs of

excitement, and an almost erect penis protruded from her groin.

"That must be covered up immediately," said Jan. "Please get

Linda's panties, Rita, and assist her with them." Matching

panties for Linda and myself had been laid out; they were bright

pink, with lacy tops and layers of ruffled nylon. I picked up one

pair and Linda extended her feet. I kneeled on the floor and

slipped them over her feet and eased them up her legs. She stood

up then, and I careful pulled them right up to her waist; there

was a noticeable bulge in the front, but Linda didn't seem too

upset by it. "I think it is appropriate for both of you girls to

be dressed exactly the same," said Jan. "I want everything to be

properly arranged, and that will be done best if you assist one

another in turn. Linda will be a little unfamiliar with her new

clothes until we have her properly trained, so you must help her,

Rita. She can then learn her feminine tasks by assisting you. I

shall require you both to be dressed suitably for your situation

here, and proper girdles are essential for your appearance.

Linda: please get Rita's panties and assist her with them." Linda

walked to the dresser, and returned with the matching pair of

panties. She kneeled and held them for me to step into. As I did

that, she pulled them up by the waistband until they fitted snug

round my waist. She seemed a little awkward, but did not appear

to be too embarrassed by the proceedings. "You will obviously

need bras to wear with your girdles," said Jan. "All the clothing

has been laid out for you; get Linda's bra, Rita, and show her

how to wear it." There were two bras on the dresser, black with

lacy cups. The bands were deep enough to require four hooks at

the back, and had satin panels at the sides. I noticed that one

of them had breast form inserts, and took it over to Linda. "Lean

forward, and hold your arms out, Linda," instructed Jan. I looped

the straps over Linda's arms, and pulled the band round her back;

I fastened the hooks, and then arranged the straps over her

shoulders. Finally, I tugged down around her midriff to make sure

that the bra fit snugly. Linda now displayed a well proportioned

feminine bosom. Jan watched with approval. "That fits you nicely,

Linda," she said, "and you look much more feminine with those

nice breasts. You can get Rita's bra now, and help her with

fitting it properly -- take great care with the cups, as she is

well endowed." Linda took the other bra and slid the straps over

my outstretched arms; she watched with evident interest as I

leaned forward to allow my breasts to fall into the cups. I set

the straps in place on my shoulders and left her to struggle with

the back fastening. She finally got the hooks done up properly

and then she followed my example, and smoothed the band down; as

she did so, her hands briefly brushed my breasts, and I felt a

twinge of excitement as my nipples responded by stiffening and

pressing against the lacy cups. I was beginning to enjoy the

game, and I had no doubt that Linda was. Jan noticed my reaction

and smiled sweetly at me.

"Now the girdles," said Jan. "They are firm, and will control

your figures properly; get Linda's, Rita, and make sure it is

properly fitted." There were two matching girdles ready; they

were black, with moderately high waists, made with powernet and

satin panels. They had a front fastening, three quarter length,

with a zipper fitting tidily over the hooks and eyes underneath.

There was a narrow lace trim round the hems, and six delicate

suspenders dangled from each one. I undid the zipper on one of

them and opened the girdle; Linda stepped in to it, and I stood

behind her to pull it up over her hips. When the waistband was in

place, I kneeled in front of her and fastened the hooks one by

one. She was pulled in very firmly as I did this, and I stood up

to slide the zipper up her tummy; the elastic material was

stretched tight round her hips, and I heard a quiet gasp. I also

noticed that there was a prominent bulge in the panties below the

hem of the girdle. "That looks much better, Linda," said Jan.

"You will make a very pretty girl; girdles are very helpful in

giving a feminine appearance. Now would you get Rita's girdle and

assist her." Linda walked over to the dresser, her hips swaying

slightly as she obviously enjoyed the sensations created by her

tight girdle; she took the other girdle and followed my example

quite diligently. She opened it up to allow me to step into it;

she eased it up over my hips and derriere; she made sure the

waistband was properly located. She then kneeled as I had done,

and fastened the hooks -- she seemed more adept at the task now -

• then she stood and slid the zipper up. I felt myself pulled in

too, pleasantly contained, and felt the satisfaction that always

came with a good foundation garment.

"Stockings next," said Jan: "they are sheer, so be very careful

with them. I decided that fully fashioned hosiery would look best

with your outfits, so you will have to make sure that the seams

are straight. Rita: help Linda with her stockings and

suspenders." "Seams!" I thought to myself; I realised then that

Jan had dreamed up some surprises unknown to me, and I wondered

what else might be in store. I rolled one of Linda's stockings

very carefully and eased it onto her right foot. I kneeled again,

behind her, and smoothed it gently up her leg; it took a little

work to twist the material here and there to make sure that the

seam was straight. Eventually it ran directly up the back of her

leg to the dark band of stocking top around her thigh. I tugged

the back suspender down and fastened it; it lined up beautifully

with the seam of the stocking. I adjusted the suspender to

shorten it, pulling the stocking up straight and smooth. I rolled

the other stocking, and Linda lifted her left foot; I put the

stocking on her, and arranged it just like the other one, finally

attaching the suspender and adjusting it. From behind Linda now

presented a picture of femininity, worthy of a 1950 Vogue hosiery

ad. I attached each of the side suspenders next, then adjusted

them to smooth the stockings and pull down just the right amount

on the hem of her girdle. Finally I kneeled in front of her, and

attached the two front suspenders; when I had them adjusted

properly Linda's stocking tops were nicely level. The stockings

were stretched smoothly over her legs, and looked delicious; I

brushed my hands over them. "They're lovely stockings, Linda," I

said; "they really do wonders for a girl's legs, and I'm sure

they feel good. I can't wait to have mine." Jan looked at me with

approval. "You shall, Rita," she said; "get Rita's stockings,

Linda. You really do look nice, as she says; you'll find the

experience of walking in them very pleasant." Linda obviously

did; she took her time walking over to the dresser, obviously

feeling the motion of her suspenders; she smoothed her legs too,

and felt round the stocking tops for a moment.

Now it was my turn, and I thrilled in anticipation. Putting on

stockings is a delightful task, but I had never had anyone do it

for me; I thought that would be quite exciting, especially as

Linda's inexperience would add interest and lengthen the process.

Linda kneeled by my side, and rolled one of the stockings just as

I had done. I stretched out my right foot, and she slid the

stocking on to it. The fashioned foot fit perfectly, and I

enjoyed the delicious tactile experience as Linda gingerly worked

the stocking up my leg. It was finally up to my mid-thigh, but

she had to do a lot of smoothing and twisting before the seam was

straight. Her caressing touch on my legs combined with the feel

of the sheer nylon had an effect on me, and I realised that I was

getting excited myself. Satisfied eventually, she tugged at my

back suspender, and I felt the gentle pull on my girdle; she had

the suspender attached quite quickly. She rolled the other

stocking, and the whole delicious experience was repeated on my

left leg. Linda was quickly gaining expertise, and she stretched

out the side suspenders in turn and attached them, then kneeled

in front of me to fix the ones in front. I looked down at her

while she was busy at her task, savouring the gradual increase in

tension on my girdle; I saw her front suspenders stretched tight

across her thighs, pulling the hem of her girdle up slightly to

reveal even more of her pink frilly panties. I noticed that they

were smooth in front, without any obvious bulge; presumably her

excitement had given way to her preoccupation with her task. When

she had finished, she stood by my side, looking expectantly at

Jan.

"You make a beautiful pair of girls," Jan said. "The lingerie is

so beautiful and feminine, and it suits you both. It almost seems

a pity to cover it up. Maybe we can do some lingerie modelling

another day, but today I want to make sure your regular outfits

are suitable. Rita, would you go to the closet and bring the

dresses you'll find hanging there." I was burning with curiosity

and hurried to the closet. There I found two matching maid's

uniforms; they were black dresses, with white lace collars and

trim on the sleeves; the skirts were very full, and several

layers of white ruffled petticoat formed an underlayer. I took

them both, and the skirts fluffed out in front of me as I carried

them to the bed and laid them out. "They look beautiful, don't

they?" Jan said. "I can't wait to see my two maids wearing their

lovely feminine outfits. Rita: help Linda with her dress." Linda

looked in awe at the layers of petticoat while I lifted them up

at the back. She held out her arms and bowed her head, and I

slipped the skirt over her; she found the sleeves, and I pulled

the dress down over her bosom. It settled more or less in

position, and I patted it down and then did up the buttons in the

front. She stood there overwhelmed, with her skirt fluffed out by

the petticoat layers; a ruffle of white showed around her hem,

contrasting with the dark sheer nylon of her stockings. "It does

suit you, Linda," said Jan. "The effect is very feminine indeed,

and I think you will fit in to the establishment here. Help Rita

with her dress now, please. Linda seemed almost in a daze, but

she got the other dress dutifully and attempted to arrange it for

me. I helped by pushing my head and arms up through the layers of

frills and ruffles; I found the sleeves, and soon my head was

through the collar, and the dress fell down enveloping me. Linda

brushed at the skirt, as she had seen me do, and then buttoned up

the front. We were both dressed finally, and we stood before our

mistress Jan. She looked at us imperiously, resplendent in her

red satin corset and stockings. "You look smart too, Rita," she

said. "The idea of matching outfits works very well, and Linda

looks as though she will fit very well into our feminine life.

Your shoes are on the floor by the dresser; go over there and put

them on." They were smart black walking shoes, with narrow heels

about two inches high. I slipped mine on and held Linda by the

hand to steady her as she put her feet unsteadily into hers.

"You may have to practice walking with heels, Linda," Jan said.

"Try walking across the room and back a few times; walk beside

her Rita and hold hands." We walked slowly across the room; Linda

wobbled at first, and I held her hand firmly, but she got the

knack quite quickly. Soon we were walking backwards and forwards

quite rapidly. Linda learned to take small dainty steps,

following my example. "You make a fine pair," said Jan; "it's

hard to tell you apart. There is one final touch, though; please

come over to me." We walked hand in hand across to face Jan, and

she took two lacy caps off the chair beside her. She placed one

on my head, fixing it with a couple of hairpins; then she fitted

Linda, taking some trouble to set the cap just right. She used

several hairpins to make sure that it would stay in position over

her short hair.

She got Linda and I to stand back then, and she examined us

carefully. We had to turn round, so that she could check the

seams of our stockings. "I am very pleased with your appearance,"

she said. "It's most suitable; you both look very feminine, and

are smartly dressed for your tasks. I would like to see you

curtsey for me, and you should curtsey for me whenever I summon

you or dismiss you. This may be another little task for Linda to

learn; maybe you would demonstrate, Rita." Jan was obviously

enjoying herself, and I thought it best not to laugh and spoil

the atmosphere. I suspect that Linda knew just as much about

curtseying as I did. I crossed one leg behind the other, held out

my skirt at each side, and bent my knees and bobbed my head in a

quick gesture. "Very good, Rita," said Jan; "Let me see you now,

Linda." Linda did a clumsy imitation of what I had done, and Jan

got us both to practice several times before she professed to be

satisfied.

"Well girls," Jan said finally, "this has been a good session.

You are both suitably attired and seem to be ready for my

requirements. There are no other tasks today, so pleasure awaits

me now. Linda seems to be adapting herself very well, and will

fit into our exclusively feminine world quite naturally. You are

both deliciously feminine, and I find that very attractive; I

must take my pleasure with both of you in time, but Linda has

been a specially good girl today, so I would like to reward her

with my favours. Would you go and lie down on the bed, Linda."

Linda made her way over to the bed, and I looked at Jan

quizzically; she winked at me while Linda's back was turned.

Linda lay down in the centre of the bed, her legs engulfed in a

mound of petticoat ruffles; she appeared relaxed and was

evidently enjoying the stimulating effects of her clothing. "I

need to prepare myself," said Jan. "Rita: help me with my

suspenders; I no longer need to wear my panties." I kneeled on

the floor dutifully, surrounded by billowing petticoat, and

carefully unfastened all eight suspenders. Jan stood imperiously

waiting, and I realised that she wished me to remove her panties.

I tugged at them carefully, and pushed my fingers under the hem

of the corset to catch the waistband; I pulled it down, and

stretched the panties carefully over the tops of her stockings so

as not to disturb them. Linda watched these proceedings with

considerable interest as Jan's vulva came fully into view. "You

may fasten my suspenders again now, Rita." I did so, taking great

pains and making sure each of the frilly elastic bands was

positioned to best effect. When I was finished I stood up and

curtseyed to Jan, with a smirk on my face. She gave me a

professional smile and said "Thank you, Rita. Take my robe." I

did, and folded it carefully on the dresser. I came back and

curtseyed again dutifully. "You may sit down now." I sat in one

of the armchairs which faced the bed, and waited with eager

anticipation.

Jan walked over to the bed, and sat sideways on the edge facing

Linda. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," she said. "I would like

to have some pleasure with you; I hope that you are prepared.

Linda nodded, completely overwhelmed by the situation she found

herself in. Jan reached over and started to caress Linda's

thighs, through the satin material of her skirt. "That feels

good," Jan said. "Let's see what we find underneath all these

petticoats. She pushed up Linda's skirt, and all the layers of

frills, exposing her stocking tops and suspenders. "Very nice,"

said Jan, tugging at Linda's suspenders and caressing her thighs.

She felt the front of Linda's frilly pink panties, and found what

she was looking for. "We can take these down far enough, without

disturbing your lovely feminine suspenders," she said, and tugged

quite hard at the frilly pink nylon. The panties slipped down,

and she pushed them down against Linda's stocking tops, so that

her thighs were tied together by layers of pink ruffles wedged

under the suspenders. A large penis rose from Linda's groin,

rigid and distended. "That looks very nice," said Jan. "What a

wonderful thing for a nice feminine girl to have; it looks

delicious among the lovely pink frills of your panties." Linda

now knew what to expect, and she lay back in feverish

anticipation. Jan clambered on the bed, and kneeled astride

Linda; she sat for a while exposing herself to Linda, a vision in

her corset with its multiple suspenders. She then eased herself

over Linda, and slid down letting the engorged penis penetrate to

the depths of her vagina. She leaned on her elbows, smothered in

Linda's petticoat frills, and began to pump up and down. It

didn't last very long; Linda gasped and shook as she came, then

very soon after Jan gave the cry of delight that I knew so well.

She collapsed on top of Linda and gave way to her own pleasure; I

watched her suspendered thighs quiver as her pent-up excitement

was slowly released.

I watched with mixed emotions. There's no doubt Linda's

experience had been even more intense than her previous cross

dressing episode with me; I knew Jan's responses well, and it was

certain that she had enjoyed her basic female pleasure. I was

very happy for her, knowing that I could no longer provide her

with precisely that service, but I did have some twinges of

jealousy, and I thought wistfully of the private exclusively

female love making that we had together. After a long pause, Jan

extracted herself, and got up from the bed. "That was most

satisfactory, Linda," she said, still in character. "You may rest

for a while now. Rita: please come with me to the other bedroom."

I followed her happily.

When we were alone Jan dropped her role playing and hugged me.

"That was a delightful reminder of old times," she said. "You

really were a sweetheart to let me do it, and I know that we

shall be even more turned on to one another. I love you, Rita."

"I love you too, Jan," I said. "It was very interesting to be a

spectator, and it was turning me on too; I couldn't help wishing

I was the one in bed with you." "I'm sorry, my love," she said,

"I'll make it up to you; next time it will be my pleasure to

watch you and Linda disporting yourselves." She winked at me, and

I felt a thrill inside. "Don't misunderstand me," I said; "that

was probably the best way to arrange things, and we obviously

have to take turns; it isn't clear how the three of us can get

together." "They tell me the logistics work better with two

males," Jan said and giggled. "I don't think I would want that,"

I said. "I don't respond to males really. Peter was a special

case, and I think Len is too, probably because of the similarity

in our backgrounds." "I wouldn't want it, either," Jan said;

"This is a nice game, but it convinces me that what I really want

is us." She hugged me, and I felt comforted. "I have to concede

that the corset did add something nice to the experience," she

said, "But now I must get the damn thing off; please release me."

"Yes, mistress," I said, "but you must let me try it on; that's

another thing I was jealous about." We both giggled.

I untied her laces, and she undid her eight suspenders; she took

the corset off with a sigh of relief. "I'm just going to make

myself comfortable," she said. "I assume that Len won't require

formal dress now." She carefully took off the stockings, and put

on her regular bra and panties, then she got a print house dress

from the closet. I took off the maid's uniform; I kept the

carefully selected lingerie, and put on my slip and dress; I

liked the girdle. We both put on fluffy slippers and went into

the living room; I decided it would be a good idea to get some

coffee going. We both thought it best to leave Len to take his

time coming back down to earth. He eventually appeared in his

regular clothes. "No problems undressing?" asked Jan in a matter-

of-fact tone. "Just the bra," said Len, grinning. "I finally slid

it round me, and undid the hooks at the front. "That's cheating!"

I said. "Rita's quite a purist in some things," Jan said; "a lot

of women do just that." We all laughed happily, and were very

much relaxed and at ease after our little dramatic effort.

"I really enjoyed the evening," Len said finally. "The wonderful

thing for me is not just the satisfying experience, but that I

feel liberated somehow. I have some special interests unlike

those of most people, and they are normally hidden -- but I find

it quite easy and natural to talk about them with you good

people. I think Rita knows that the whole experience is very

intense and all-consuming, but it is enjoyable, and there's no

logical reason why one can't explore it in congenial company."

"I'm glad," said Jan. "People get such terrible hangups about

things like this. They often have a sense of guilt and suffer

anguish even when they do follow their basic desires." "It really

was fun," I said. "I thought it would be interesting to try in an

academic sort of way, but even knowing it was just a game, I got

drawn into it; it turned out to be a very nice game." "Do we play

again, then?" said Jan. "I'd like to very much," said Len. "Of

course," I said. "I spent the whole time being a dutiful

handmaiden, and I didn't get any reward." That made Len look a

little sheepish, but he smiled. "How about next Friday?" said

Jan. "That's good for me," said Len. "Shall we meet for dinner as

we did today?" We agreed. He thanked us both and told us it was

time for him to leave; Jan and I both gave him sisterly kisses as

he went on his way.

Jan and I prepared for bed, and we were soon snuggled up to one

another as we usually were. "You were showing part of your nature

that I didn't know existed," I told her; "You might do very well

as a dominatrix -- there's a big demand for services like that."

"I was having fun," Jan said, "but it was very hard not to start

giggling. The only thing that kept me going was looking at the

bulge in Linda's panties." "You really enjoyed that part of the

script, didn't you?" "Yes," she said. "It's been a long time

since I did that, and I wanted to see if it was still the way I

remembered it." She smiled her beautiful smile at me. "But

enjoyable as it was, it told me once again what I knew anyway: I

love you best of all, my sweet little girl." I sunk into her arms

happily.

In the week that followed I thought from time to time about what

was in store for Friday evening, and the anticipation gave me a

definite thrill. There was a tacit agreement between Jan and I,

that this was to be my turn; the idea of having sex with a male

did excite me. I wasn't apprehensive as I had been before the

episode with Peter, and the situation was going to be very

different. Jan would be there, and Len would be dressed in

exactly the same feminine clothing as I was. I wasn't sure

whether the idea of that appealed to me, but I thought it would

certainly be interesting to find out. I have to admit too that

the idea of being required to submit to Jan's requests had an

appeal. I wondered if she would dream up any new little wrinkles

to add spice to the game. "Have you thought about costumes for

the drama on Friday," I asked her. "Not really," she said. "It's

not obvious what would be the best. I suppose there is a wide

variety of options, but it really doesn't matter too much which

ones; there are certain essential requirements like stockings and

suspenders, and we have to worry about some practical matters

like accessibility." She winked at me. "It's going to be fun," I

said. "How are you going to present yourself?" "I've been

wondering about that," she said. "I suppose I ought to maintain

the image I created last week, but I'm not sure if I can manage

that corset again." "But you must!" I said. "It's you, mistress."

We both giggled, and I suspect she realised that she was

committed.

Friday came, and we spent some of the afternoon making

preparations. Then we went off to meet Len in the restaurant. His

newfound attitude was clearly in evidence, and he was obviously

looking forward to the evening with happy anticipation; he was

quite relaxed though, and we had a pleasant meal as we had done

just a week earlier. The conversation was general, and once again

we chose not to discuss our plans for the evening. We finished,

without lingering too long, and made our way back home.

"I assume that we follow a similar scenario to last week's," said

Jan. "It seemed to meet all our requirements, and I think

everyone was happy with it." "Yes, mistress," I said, and

curtseyed dutifully. Len laughed: "Yes, please," he said. "I'm

not quite in character yet, but you can take it that Rita spoke

for me too." "In that case," Jan said, "I suggest we start out by

removing our clothes and changing discreetly into robes; then

we'll start the show. You can change in the guest bedroom, Len,

there's a robe there for you; Rita and I will join you there." I

followed Jan into our bedroom, and we undressed quickly. I put on

a fluffy pink peignoir, and Jan wrapped herself in the red satin

robe she had worn the previous week. "All the other things are in

the room," she said. Then she kissed me tenderly: "It's your turn

tonight, my love; enjoy yourself." We made our way to the guest

room; Len was sitting there in a fluffy pink peignoir which

matched mine exactly.

Jan started without any hesitation: "Linda and Rita: I shall

require the assistance of both of you in getting myself dressed

appropriately. But before you can do that you must be presentable

feminine handmaidens yourselves; so I shall wait in my negligee

until you are properly dressed. Obviously you must wear matching

outfits, and I thought it would be suitable for this evening to

try out different foundations. Rita: there are two basques on the

dresser; please select Linda's and help her into it. There were

two basque garments there, and one had breast forms attached to

it. They were pink with a satin feel to the material, strapless

with an underwired bra section. They were quite short, made to

sit with the bottom high on the hips; there was a lacy trim on

the hem and six long suspenders dangled from each of them. They

were quite stiff, almost like corsets, and were boned at the

sides; they fastened up the back with a long set of hooks and

eyes down the length of the garment. Linda looked in awe at hers

as I carried it to her. "You will have to remove your negligee,

Linda," said Jan. Linda did so, and stood before us, a naked

male, apparently not at all embarrassed by the situation. I

placed the basque around her torso so that the bra cups sat

directly over her nipples. "Hold the front against your body,

Linda," I said, "then I can fasten the back up for you." She

folded her arms across her waist, holding the basque against her,

and I went round to her back. I started at the top, and had to

pull the material quite hard to get the hook and eye to meet. As

I worked my way down it was evident that Linda was being pulled

in considerably; the hooks around her waist required even more of

a pull, and I could see that her shape was being rearranged to

more feminine proportions.

When I finished I moved round to her front, pausing to curtsey to

Jan, and looked at the result. Linda now had a shapely feminine

figure, with a prominent bustline, from her neck down to her

abdomen. Below there were the somewhat incongruous male

genitalia, and there were signs of arousal already. "It should be

tight in order to mold your figure, Linda," said Jan, "but these

garments take time to get used to. I trust that you are not too

uncomfortable?" "It certainly is tight," said Linda, "but I quite

like the feeling; I think it will be satisfactory, mistress." She

remembered the rules then, and made a rather clumsy curtsey. Jan

smiled her approval. "Now you can help Rita with her basque," she

said. Linda curtseyed again, and went to get the other basque.

She did very well in following the steps I had taken; she started

by carefully placing the garment over my front, making sure my

breasts were located in the bra cups. I pushed them up then to

give a desirable uplift and clutched them over my bosom as Linda

walked behind me to start work on the fasteners. She started at

the top too, and it took her some time to work her way down to

the hem. I felt the pleasant sensation of being pulled in

somewhat, but the garment was more suited to my proportions than

Linda's and it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Once again I felt the

delightful lightly constrained feeling generated by a good

foundation garment. Linda and I both stood in front of Jan,

resplendent in our pink form-fitting basques, with the long

suspenders dangling over our thighs. There the similarity ended,

since we both wore nothing else and the difference between our

genital areas was evident.

"I think for today we can dispense with the fully fashioned

stockings," Jan said, "but you must wear elegant hosiery. Linda:

would you take Rita's stockings from the dresser and assist her

with them." Linda curtseyed and fetched the stockings. They were

sheer and dark charcoal in colour. She took one of them, and I

lifted my left foot so she could ease it on. She was becoming

familiar with her tasks now, and she had already rolled the

stocking ready for my foot. She eased it up my leg pulling gently

until the dark band at the top reached my thigh, then without any

prompting knelt down behind me to fasten the back suspender. She

adjusted its length so that the stocking was held up tight, and I

felt the tension at the hem of my basque. She took the other

stocking and rolled it up too, easing it onto my outstretched

right foot. That stocking too was pulled up to my thigh, the

suspender fastened, and the tension adjusted. Linda then knelt by

my sides in turn, and carefully attached and adjusted the two

suspenders; finally she knelt in front of me, her face directly

level with my pussy. I kept my thighs primly together, and stood

as she completed her work on the front two suspenders. I stood

finally, properly suspendered, relishing the sensations, and

feeling the tense bands stretched across my thighs. Linda

curtseyed and looked at Jan in anticipation. "Very good Linda,"

said Jan. "Rita's legs look very nice now, but it may be

necessary to make adjustments later; I want both of you to match

exactly. Rita: please get Linda's stockings, and assist her."

I curtseyed, and took the other pair of stockings from the

dresser; I kneeled behind Linda, and she held out her left foot.

I fitted the stocking onto it, and eased it up her leg. I

smoothed it upwards, gently massaging her skin through the sheer

nylon. When the dark band of the stocking top was round her

thigh, I pulled at the suspender and carefully attached it to the

stocking. I adjusted the tension to pull the stocking up nice and

smooth. Linda then stretched out her right foot, and I repeated

the procedure. Her naked derriere was not particularly plump, but

it was emphasised nicely by the bands of the suspenders stretched

from just below her waist. I quickly moved to her left side, and

attached the suspender there, adjusting it tight to match the

ones at the back. I moved to her right side and made sure the

suspender was properly attached and tightened there. Then I moved

in front of her; my face was level with her groin, just a short

distance away from a large penis which was showing distinct signs

of movement, and was no longer hanging loose. I smoothed the

fronts of her thighs gently, easing the stocking tops upwards,

then I tugged at each of the suspenders in turn; I attached them

slowly, and adjusted them shorter to give them some stretch. Jan

watched the procedure with great interest, and said "The

stockings suit you very well, Linda. Your legs look beautiful now

and match Rita's very nicely." I playfully tugged at one of

Linda's suspenders, and was fascinated to see the cock stiffen

and distend. It moved upwards as it became more rigid, and stood

out in front of her, almost thrust right into my face. On the

spur of the moment I leaned forward and kissed the swollen glans,

feeling the immediate response. "That was naughty, Rita," said

Jan. "I wish to make Linda as feminine as possible, so please

wait until all your tasks are complete. We want Linda to feel at

home here in our feminine world, and we must help her to make her

appearance appropriate. Please get Linda's panties right away. I

curtseyed dutifully and went to the dresser; the 'panties' were

actually control garments. They were black and very lacy in

appearance, but they were made of stretchy power net and seemed

ridiculously small in size. I took one pair, and returned to

Linda, kneeling in front of her once again. I ignored the rigid

penis, almost poking into my face, and held the panties as she

stepped into them. It took some effort to slide them up her legs;

I eased them carefully over the tops of the stockings,

negotiating the six little bumps of the suspenders. I stood then

and considered the problem presented to me for a moment. There

was no way the rigid cock was going to be tucked away inside the

panties, and to attempt to do so would have required some

manipulation on my part; I didn't think that would be a good idea

at this stage of the proceedings. I decided to pull the panties

up so that the cock was held against Linda's tummy. When I got

the waistband in position, after some effort, Linda did present a

more feminine appearance, but there was a noticeable ridge all

down the front of her panties.

"That looks better," said Jan. "Please help Rita with her panties

now, Linda." Linda managed a curtsey, and walked over to the

dresser. I noticed that the tight control panties had an evident

effect in smoothing her contours, and she swayed her hips

slightly as she walked. She returned, and kneeled in front of me

holding the panties ready for me to step into. Her body was

rigidly upright, and it was apparent that she was being

constrained by combined effects of the boned basque and the tight

control panties. I felt the effect myself as she pulled the

panties up my legs. She was a little clumsy and had some trouble

getting them over the suspenders; finally they were in place

hugging my waist, and I realised how much control they did exert.

Though styled very delicately as panties, they were almost panty-

girdles, and the constraining effect around my hips and tummy

could be felt quite strongly. I enjoyed the feeling, as I have

always loved the effects of a well fitting girdle, and I wondered

whether Linda was also enjoying the experience. She got up, and

curtseyed to Jan, then stood by my side; she was obviously quite

excited, and she seemed to be enjoying herself too. "Please stand

there for a moment and let me take a good look at you," said Jan.

"You do seem to present a suitably feminine appearance, and

there's no doubt that well fitting girdles do wonders for both of

you." She surveyed us both imperiously for a minute or so. "Your

stockings are not quite tidy," she said, "and they will need some

adjustment. "And Linda: your nice feminine panties are not as

smooth as they might be; try to tuck things in a little more

smoothly when it becomes possible."

Linda and I then took turns adjusting one another's suspenders,

making sure that the stocking were firmly held, and that their

tops were level. Jan got us to stand side by side again, and

checked to see that our stockings matched precisely. Linda and I

were just about the same height, and our stocking tops and the

hems of our basques lined up to Jan's satisfaction. "You match

one another very nicely," she said finally. "It's actually

getting difficult to distinguish your legs and bodies; you really

do make a beautiful girl, Linda, and you are becoming a credit to

our feminine world. I do love to see the effects of well fitting

girdles, and your stockings really are attractive. Your maids'

uniforms are in the closet, the same as last week; please

complete your dressing and put your shoes on." Linda curtseyed,

and went for the dresses; we helped one another into them, as we

had the previous week, and we were both soon smartly dressed in

black, with our skirts fluffed out over the frilly petticoat

layers. After putting on our shoes we returned to face Jan; we

did a synchronised curtsey, properly complete this time as we

held out our skirts at our sides.

"Very good, girls," said Jan. "Now you are suitably attired to do

your feminine tasks. It is time for me to be dressed properly as

your mistress, and I will need the assistance of both of you. My

clothes are on the chair by the dresser, please bring me my

panties, Rita." I fetched the black frilly panties, and kneeled

before Jan as she remained seated, extending her legs and

allowing her negligee to fall open. I slid them up over her

knees, and then she stood up, allowing me to pull them up snugly

and smooth the waistband into position. "I shall wear my corset,"

said Jan. "Would you take my robe, Rita, while Linda gets the

corset." I helped her off with the robe and laid it on a chair.

Linda meantime had got the red satin corset, and stood holding it

a little uncertain what to do next. "There are still some things

for you to learn, Linda," said Jan. "You seem quite unfamiliar

with corsets, so it might be appropriate to give you some

firsthand experience on a future occasion. Please hold the front

over me, making sure that my breasts are supported properly; keep

it carefully in place while Rita laces me up." Linda seemed a

little apprehensive now, but she held the front of the corset

over Jan's body; Jan assisted her pushing the front upwards so

that her breasts were supported, almost high enough for their

nipples to be exposed.

I set to work on the lengthy task of lacing. Following what I

understood to be the rules, I pulled in the laces from the top

down to the waist, and similarly from the bottom up. She was

pulled in noticeably, and showed an even more pronounced waist

than her normal feminine figure displayed. The corset was

obviously quite tight, and I had some sympathy for her, though

the activity did create a desire in me to try wearing one myself.

When the laces were taken in sufficiently I tied the two sets of

ends in bows. I curtseyed before Jan once again and said "Ready,

mistress. I hope that is satisfactory." "Indeed so," replied Jan;

"it appears to be quite in order. I think that it gives me the

necessary appearance, but it does restrict my movements somewhat.

I can't really bend at all, and I shall require both of you to

assist me with my stockings. It would be good for you to share

the task -- Linda on my left, and Rita on my right." I took her

black sheer stockings and gave one of them to Linda. I carefully

rolled the stocking to free the foot, and motioned to Linda to do

likewise with the other one. When we were both ready, Jan lifted

her right foot and I slipped the stocking over it; I paused once

her foot was back on the floor to allow Linda to do the same with

the other foot. We then worked in tandem, carefully easing the

sheer nylon up Jan's legs, keeping pace with one another exactly

until we reached her thighs and the dark bands of the stocking

tops were lined up nicely there. There were eight wide suspenders

dangling from the hem of the corset; we each took the backmost

one, and carefully placed the tab centrally, sliding the metal

loop over it to secure the stocking. The suspenders seemed to be

adjusted quite properly, so we then worked our way round Jan's

thighs. We had two suspenders each to fasten at the sides, and

then we both moved to the front, kneeling facing Jan. Working as

a team again, we pulled the front suspenders down and attached

them to the stockings at the front. We both stood up, and walked

backwards a few steps and then curtseyed together.

"Very good, girls," said Jan. "It is a pleasure to have

handmaidens skilled in dealing with feminine clothing; having

both of you does make some of these tasks go much quicker. And I

must say I really appreciate having such delectably feminine

assistants to help me with such an intimate matter. Stockings and

suspenders are so feminine, and it wouldn't seem proper to be

assisted like that unless one's assistants were also wearing

similar attire." She walked imperiously over to the mirror, and

looked carefully at the results of our work; she turned from one

side to the other, and seemed quite satisfied with what she saw.

"My suspenders do all seem to be adjusted and placed correctly,"

she said; "I am now ready for my robe and shoes." I picked up her

robe from the chair, and helped her into it; Linda went to fetch

the shoes, and kneeled before Jan to assist her slipping them on.

Jan nodded approval at us, wrapped the robe fully around her, and

then sat in one of the high armchairs. I noticed that she was

sitting quite stiffly upright, though she didn't show any signs

of discomfort.

"Well girls," Jan said, as Linda and I stood dutifully before

her; "Now that we are all properly attired in as feminine a

manner as possible, I should consider what tasks there are to be

done. I want to complete your training as suitable handmaidens,

and I am particularly concerned that Linda occupies herself in

all the feminine duties that may be required. I wish her to

develop all the skills that are required for a lady's

maidservant, and I want her feminine nature to match Rita's. You

do understand, Linda, that you are a girl?" "Yes, mistress," said

Linda and curtseyed. "You understand that you will be allowed

only to dress in feminine girlish clothing, and that you will be

required to perform feminine tasks appropriate to your status?"

"Yes, mistress." "You and Rita are to be companions in my

service, and I shall treat you both as the feminine creatures

that you appear to be. One of the tasks I have in mind is to go

through our lingerie drawers and sort out the items, and make

sure they are arranged properly. There are also large quantities

of discarded stockings; some of them are perfectly good, and we

may be able to make usable pairs. I would like, too, to present a

historical pageant, illustrating the development of corsets and

foundation garments through this century; they need to be modeled

properly, and I shall arrange to have photographs taken. While

you are not busy with these tasks, I think it would be suitable

for you to practice needlework, and gain some skills in

embroidery." I didn't think this sounded like too much fun, apart

from the modelling, but I realised the point was to impress Linda

with her feminisation; I was relieved when Jan continued. "These

tasks will all require some preparation, so I think they may be

left to another day. For the moment, I think it would please me

to have some entertainment."

Jan paused, and pretended to consider for a moment. "I am very

pleased with the feminine appearance presented by both of you

girls," she said. "I find you both very attractive; the dresses

and petticoats are very smart. However, I was most pleased with

the sight of both of you in your lovely feminine lingerie; I

think it would be delightful to look at that once again. It is

particularly appealing to see you both together, so it would be

quite entertaining if you were to lie on the bed together and

play modestly with one another. Please take off your shoes and

dresses." Linda and I kicked off our shoes, and started to

unbutton the fronts of our dresses. I pulled my frilly layers of

petticoat up to my waist, and eased the dress over my bosom; I

was soon out of it, and I saw that Linda was following my

example. We laid our dresses carefully on one of the chairs, and

then stood before Jan again. We stood there in our matching

outfits: pink satin basques, with underwired bra cups; suspenders

stretched tightly under control panties holding our sheer

stockings firmly in position. "You both look the picture of

elegant femininity," Jan said. "I am very impressed with the way

you display your nice foundations; it's obvious that we must put

on a show and model some other types. You really wear your girdle

and stockings most elegantly, Linda; you match Rita very well,

and I must congratulate you on your evident femininity. I think

it would be great fun now to see how your foundations adapt

themselves to different motions. Please lie down side by side on

the bed."

This idea obviously appealed to both of us, and Linda and I

wasted no time in getting over to the bed; we lay side by side,

and waited for Jan's further instructions. She came over and sat

in an armchair located at the foot of the bed. "I would like to

see you move your bodies," said Jan. "I wish to see how your

foundation garments react. I don't think it is necessary to give

you detailed instructions, as I think you may well discover

things to do. However, you might start by feeling one another's

clothing to check the fit; you may remove your panties later on,

if you wish."

With that she left us to our own devices, sitting upright in the

chair, and looking on with a feigned mild interest. Linda seemed

a little overcome by the situation in which she found herself, so

I decided it was up to me to start things going. I leaned over on

my side, and started to caress Linda's sheer dark stockings. I

started innocently enough at first, just moving my hands over the

smooth material below her knees. She obviously enjoyed the

feelings, and I noticed some stirring in her tight black panties.

I gradually worked my way over her knees, towards her stocking

tops. I let my fingers wander over the dark bands around her

thighs, and I delicately probed the metal loops of her suspenders

and the little mounds of stretched nylon that they enclosed. I

moved my hands to her naked thighs, and slowly moved them over

her skin; I brushed her suspenders lightly, and then took hold of

them one at a time and tugged playfully. Linda was now showing

clear signs of arousal, and I felt my own excitement beginning;

just as I was starting to crave some attention myself, Linda

realised that two people could play this game and she started to

caress my thighs and investigate my suspenders. We played happily

together for some minutes, rolling over and back, and I found my

excitement was building; I began to want more from Linda, and I

felt a delightful squirming sensation deep in my groin.

I decided to make the next move; I worked my way higher up the

bed, and gently pushed my hands into the satin cups of Linda's

basque. I reached behind the breast forms to find her nipples,

and very gently started to caress them. I felt them stiffen, and

lightly squeezed them between my fingers; Linda's response was

very evident, and I finally tweaked her nipples. I slid back down

the bed, to invite a response from her, and started to

investigate her panties; I contented myself with lightly brushing

the outside, though I could feel something inside, firmly held

but starting to show a desire to be released. Linda responded to

my cue and reached inside the cups of my basque; she pushed the

cups away from my chest, and reached deep inside them until she

held my breasts firmly in her hands. She pulled upwards, and they

both popped out of the cups, exposing my stiffened upstanding

nipples. She started to gently squeeze them, and flipped them

lightly with her fingers sending a sexual thrill right through

me. I lay back, overcome by my excitement, and Linda sat up to

continue her stimulation. She seemed quite engrossed in what she

was doing and got up onto her knees to clasp my breasts in her

hands. I took advantage of her position to tug at her panties;

the stretchy power net material resisted, but I persevered, and I

finally pulled the panties right down over her suspenders. A

large stiff cock stood upright before my eyes. It was framed by

two long pink suspenders, stretching from the frilly hem of

Linda's basque down to her dark stocking tops, and the sight of

it excited me and made me desperate to feel it thrust deep into

my vagina. "I want that big cock inside me," I whispered. "Take

me now!"

Linda needed no further encouragement. She took hold of my

panties, and started to pull gently; I lifted my bottom up and

helped her slide them down over my suspenders. I wriggled my legs

to push them right down to my ankles, and quickly slipped one

foot free; then I spread my suspendered, nylon clad thighs wide

to present an inviting target. Linda climbed over my leg, and

there was a swishing sound as our matching black nylon stockings

slithered over one another; as she moved forward to position

herself, I felt her suspenders against the inside of my thighs.

The feeling, and the thought of what it was, added to my

excitement, and even at that moment my crazy fetishist's mind was

revelling in the thought that I was now completely engulfed in

long pink suspenders and it was impossible to tell whose were

whose. I didn't have long for this wild contemplation, as it was

supplanted by a new sensation: the head of the large stiff cock

was pushing at my labia gently, but with evident determination. I

now had a thrill of urgent expectation, which took my mind

completely off the topic of lingerie; I lifted my hips up

slightly, to assist Linda, and to welcome the intrusion.

Gradually, very gently, she pushed down, and I felt the rigid

shaft move into me. There was a moment of ecstasy as the large

glans moved over my clitoris, followed by a sustained pleasure as

the motion continued; I felt the outward pressure and friction in

the walls of my vagina, and I followed the sensations deeper and

deeper until I was penetrated to my innermost depths.

Linda paused, and lay over me, supporting her weight on her

elbows; the pink satin of our basques made contact, and their

cups pressed against one another. With my free hands I started to

caress Linda's naked shoulders, and worked my way down her chest;

I reached into her basque cups, and found the two nipples. They

were much smaller than Jan's, but they responded to my touch, and

I moved my fingers over them, feeling them stiffen in response.

There was another response too, which I felt along the length of

my vagina. Linda was spurred into movement, and gradually

withdrew, almost to my labia; the motion over my clitoris

increased my excitement, and I squirmed, squeezing inwards with

my vagina. I moved in response, pushing my hips up once again, to

move the cock back down into me. Linda responded and thrust

forward, and we both got the feel of one another and started a

reciprocal motion; the cock moved slowly in and out, and I moved

part way in the opposite direction, squeezing and relaxing as I

did so. To my delight, Linda had obviously developed great powers

of restraint, and the pleasure lasted for several minutes; I

became aware once again of the feeling of our nylon clad legs

brushing against one another, and during each thrust I felt

Linda's suspenders moving over my thighs, catching on mine and

tugging them briefly. Eventually I felt the pace quicken, and by

then I was desperately ready and welcomed it; the motion of the

cock accelerated in my vagina, and the thrusts became shorter.

Suddenly the climax came, and I felt the spasm of the cock and

the spurt of hot fluid into the depths of my vagina; this

triggered my response, and my whole body shuddered as my orgasm

engulfed me. I lay back as the succession of spasms took over; I

was still aware of the cock buried in my vagina, and felt its own

spasmodic motion gradually subside.

Linda had incredible fortitude, and had maintained her position

throughout our coupling; her weight was still supported by her

arms, so I was able to lie back and give way to the sensation of

pleasure for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I felt that the

cock was no longer distended, and gained enough presence of mind

to realise that Linda was probably getting very uncomfortable. I

pulled my hips back into the bed, to help her withdraw; she did

so, very slowly, and once she was free she clambered over my leg,

then rolled over and lay on her back beside me. I squeezed her

hand gently and whispered "That was fantastic. Was it good for

you?" "Yes," she said softly; "it was very very good indeed." We

both relaxed, exhausted by our efforts, and I became aware of Jan

looking at me. I realised that she had of course been sitting

watching the whole procedure; she smiled at me in encouragement,

but I thought I could detect signs of excitement in her too. I

was overcome then with my deep feelings of love for her, and I

didn't know how to respond. I smiled back, and attempted to

convey in my expression that we would take certain things up

later. I think our rapport was such that she understood me.

We waited for some time, Jan seated in her chair, still rigidly

upright, Linda and I relaxed on the bed. Finally Jan spoke. "I

think that makes a desirable conclusion to the proceedings, and

we don't really need to continue the game for this session."

Linda nodded, and I agreed: "Yes. If the party is winding down

now, we shall all need some assistance to get ourselves out of

these clothes." I got up, and retrieved my panties. "I'll go and

put some coffee on," I said, "and we can unwind gradually before

facing the hard real world. I'll stay with these things for the

moment, but maybe you could help Linda with unfastening, Jan.

"Yes, I will," she said. I went to our bedroom, and pulled the

tight control panties back on, then I took out a comfortable

housecoat and put on some fluffy slippers. I went to the kitchen

and started some coffee, and sat waiting, tired and happy. After

some time, Jan came out of the guest bedroom in her robe; I

noticed she was no longer wearing stockings. "Len's getting

himself back to drab normality," she said. "I undid the basque

for him, and he had unfastened all the suspenders. It really was

quite tight on him, but he seems to have survived the ordeal."

She noticed my glance at her legs. "I asked him to help me with

the corset; it seemed a fair exchange," she said grinning. "It

was all most routine and matter-of-fact; he really does have a

refreshing attitude. It's obvious that he finds the clothes

fascinating and a massive sexual turnon, but he can accept that

as a simple fact of life, and he isn't at all embarrassed after

the event. He unlaced me, and then sat quietly taking his

stockings off, while I was undoing suspenders, just as though it

was a routine everyday happening." She went off to the bedroom to

change into something a little more casual and comfortable. She

soon returned, wearing a housedress and slippers, and very soon

Len joined us, looking the friendly casually dressed male that we

had met earlier in the evening.

We drank our coffee, calm and relaxed. Jan seemed to be too,

though I can really only speak for myself and Len. There wasn't

too much to be said, though the pauses in conversation were easy,

without any awkwardness. Eventually Len looked at his watch and

said that it was getting late. "It's probably time for me to go

now," he said. "I have to thank you ladies for an utterly

fantastic evening. I still can't believe my good fortune in being

able to have my innermost fantasies acted out." "You're very

welcome," I said. "We seem to have hit on a wonderful way to

enjoy ourselves together. I should thank you; and I hope that we

shall be able to continue our investigations." Len smiled. "I

have to be away for the next few weeks," he said. "Maybe we could

get together again when I get back." I nodded, and Jan said "That

would be very nice." "Thanks once again," Len said as he was

leaving. "I really feel as though I have been liberated, and you

can imagine what I shall be looking out for on my trip." "Have

fun," I said.

Jan and I went right to our bedroom. She relaxed on the big bed,

and I threw off my housecoat and slippers; I joined her, and lay

by her side, still encased in my pink satin basque and control

panties. I rubbed my black nylon clad leg against Jan and sighed

happily. She looked at me smiling; "You never tire of wearing

those things, do you?" "I like them," I said. "It's a simple

fact, and I eventually learned to accept it; it took me a little

while longer than Len." "How was he?" Jan asked. "It was

wonderful," I said, thinking over the events of the evening. "You

certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself," Jan said; "I have

never been a voyeur before -- or is it voyeuse? Anyway I found I

was getting just a little carried away myself, and I really felt

happy for you." "Jan my love! And you had to sit there, held

stiffly to attention, while I was enjoying myself." I was

suddenly overcome by emotion and my feeling for her. "I love you

Jan," I said, and started to cry tears of happiness, snuggling my

satin basque against her. She hugged me lovingly; "I love you

too, Rita. And I love your taste in lingerie; you're a vision in

pink that I just can't resist." We lay happily in one another's

arms.

Eventually, basking in Jan's loving and consoling arms, my tears

subsided, and she brushed my cheeks tenderly. "It was good," I

said, "and it really is a wonderfully fulfilling experience, but

when I looked at you, I knew that the end result was to make me

want you all the more." "I know, my love," she said. "That's

exactly the effect it had on me last week. But I thought you did

very well, and I actually did enjoy watching you. It got me

excited too; and after all those years with you as you were, I

recognise now that for some reason I get turned on by men wearing

lingerie." "I'm glad for my sake that you do," I said. "What

about you?" she asked. "You've played both sides of the street.

I'm curious what your reactions were to 'Linda'. I know now how

you react to the male animal, and I'm not surprised by that, but

you were being confronted with some serious gender-blending." I

thought for a moment. "I actually worried about how I might

react," I said. "It's no secret what turns me on, and that's been

consistent through all the changes in me, but for me it was

always 'my' lingerie that mattered. Seeing it on others had a

strong effect, but it was to make me want it for myself. When

Linda got going, though, I found myself being quite affected by

what she was wearing, and I liked it -- being completely

surrounded by stockings and suspenders seemed to accentuate my

own pleasure in those things." "Interesting," said Jan. "Would

you like me to 'dress up' for you as well?" "I don't think I

would," I said. "I relate to you in a special way; you're Jan, my

partner; in the space I am in now I do want us both to be female,

but what we have happening between us goes beyond that. It's also

the case that my delight in lingerie, as 'my special thing' has

been part of our relationship." "It certainly has," said Jan

caressing my thighs, with the long suspenders stretched over

them. I hugged her.