A Sunday Lunch I'll Always Cherish By Pepperpuppy
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AGAIN, A STORY WITH NO SEX IN IT ... BUT PLEASE READ IT
IN GOOD FUN, THE WAY I DID WRITING IT
ON answering the phone, I heard Cathy's familiar voice telling me that she and John had decided to split up, and that she needed somewhere to stay, because John held the lease on the flat they shared, so she wanted to know if she could move in with me for a while, until she got sorted out again. I told her it was fine by me and when did she want to move in.
"How about this weekend girlfriend, and I'll even introduce you to Hedley," Cathy asked me jovially. I laughed back and said it was alright by me on two provisos. One, that she had to show me all her make up tips and two, that if Hedley was a stud, it was open season. She laughed back over the phone and said that was fine by her.
"See you Saturday sometime mid morning then" I replied and hung up the phone, happy to have Cath moving back in with me. With all her different boyfriends, Cath never made for a dull housemate and it was always good to have her around.
The fact that it was Thursday evening when she rang, probably hinted at more than she actually had said and that John and her must have had a raging argument and that she'd done her usual big dummy spit and told him she was leaving, without even thinking it all out. That was Cath, too a tee. She was still beautiful, sexy, high spirited, kindness pouring out of her, BUT with a short fuse that lead to a massive explosion of emotions.
Cath and I had been lovers for about 4 years and every so often, we use to argue over some petty thing or another and there'd be the inevitable screaming episode, until she'd stomp back into the bedroom, slam the door and sit silently fuming. Later on, she'd always creep up and smother me in kisses saying she was sorry. I'd found early on in our relationship it was best to let her have her little tantrums, leave her in peace to calm down, and enjoy the making up afterwards. Obviously John didn't think so, or had made the grave mistake of trying to argue back at her.
Cath and I had broken up only after she finally realised, that she couldn't compete with "another woman". I'll clarify that just a little bit more. You see...I secretly preferred dressing "with style" and was comfortable wanting to live that way.
Cath often claimed afterwards that she should have realised my preferences a whole lot earlier then she finally did, because I seemed so attuned to her needs, inside and outside of the bedroom and because some of her favourite pairs of panties always seemed to be missing!
She was more stunned then angry when it finally dawned on her, but that final row was memorable in more ways than one. After the inevitable angry screaming and dummy spitting, she calmed down and finally accepted that I was more girl than guy and she was never going to be THE girl in my life.
The split up, as it turned out, and our relationship afterwards, although initially uncomfortable, not only became amicable but we actually ended up become true and loyal friends ever since. While our lover's relationship ended just over 6 years ago, we still often went out together to see a movie or for a dinner catch up.
Sometimes she stayed over at my place and we'd get drunk together, especially after Cath has just broken up with some guy, and there had been a LOT of breakups over the years! We still borrowed one another's clothes from time to time, but nowadays we were more than close and we both thought of the other as a true girlfriend, just not as ex-lovers.
Needless to say, when Saturday morning rolled around, at the front door stood Cath, her newest ex...John, some furniture, lots of packing boxes, clothes on hangers... and her pet ragdoll cat "Hedley". We'd settled her into the spare room and tidied up enough by Saturday evening, to just collapse in front of the telly, eat take-away and get drunk.
Sunday morning saw me outside sitting on a lounge chair beside the pool, in a skimpy pink bikini bottom, when Cath stumbled out. "I've fed Hedley" I told her "and there's a muffin in the microwave, so grab a cappuccino heat up the muffin and crash." She disappeared back inside and returned with a coffee and a mouthful of muffin. [Not THAT sort of muffin either guys - Pepperpuppy]
Sitting down on the other lounge chair Cath jovially remarked "You're headlights are on high beam you realise, you slut" to which I simply grunt laughed "and you've got such a cute little bust now too, so WHY THE HELL aren't you wearing the upper half of your swimsuit and at least trying to show a bit of decorum you skank?"
"Don't hassle me Cath" I replied. "I can only JUST still wear my shirts to work now, provided I wear tight enough elastic bandaging AND a singlet. Being free like this is one of the few pleasures I can indulge in before Monday rolls round again." That was so true, and my nipples got very sensitive rubbing against the cotton bandages day in and day out.
But I also knew that it wouldn't be long before the tight bandaging could no longer hide the swelling of my now starting to ripen breasts. And let's not forget that my butt had swelled in size too. I'd had to start having to wear control briefs to hide it at work and to make sure that my trousers wouldn't split when I bent down somewhere.
"Did I tell you that last week Cath, that one of the women in the office asked me if I was using moisturiser on my face, because she said SOME days Craig, you face just positively glows!" and Cath burst out laughing.
"So how does Anne think you're going?" Cathy asked. "You know Dr Anne," I replied. "Always happy to see me, and her appointments apart from the usual blood pressure and occasional blood/urine samples, we always end up talking about magazine articles either of us have read or about or the latest movie or theatre show".
"I think I told that she'd referred me to a senior specialist in gender reassignment called Dr Mark Ewings", I said, "and he's the one who set me up for all my visits with a psychiatrist."
Dr Anne had been a source of continuous encouragement to me since I started down the path I'd secretly fantasized about for so long, and had some time back referred me to Dr Ewings, a top specialist in gender reassignment, who'd immediately prescribed even stronger hormone medications than Anne had initially given me to start me off 10 months ago.
This specialist had also advised me that with the new medications he was prescribing for me, both my butt and boobs would start to noticeably grow more over the next 6-12 months or so (I was presently a nice shaped A cup thank you very much), and that I also shouldn't be surprised when, NOT if, I began to suffer from mood swings too.
He did warn me though that my body would start to change so dramatically with his stronger prescription medications, that there'd quickly become a time when it would no longer be possible to be able to hide my body changes from friends or work colleagues.
"Didn't I tell you, I've already resigned from Carter's" I told Cath. "As from the first of next month, I'm going to be staying at home all day and doing abs-solute-lee nothing."
In actual fact, my resignation from Carter's had been timed to coincide with the next step in the gender reassignment schedule Dr Ewings and I had mapped out several months ago. If I was going to go the whole way, I needed to have numerous appointments with a psychiatrist over a 2 year period, to see that I was mentally balanced enough to cope with it all.
I also had to live for 2 years as a woman full-time before I could get two doctors to approve my sex change surgery. I just simply couldn't imagine turning up at Carter's one Monday morning dressed as a woman, without someone saying something about it. So my blossoming body decided it for me, and I handed in my resignation a few weeks back, rather than face the consequences of my actions.
After all, if I was going to succeed at this, I wanted to start afresh and that meant finding work elsewhere as a woman and to be accepted as one, which was never going to happen if I stayed in the legal fraternity.
"Really" replied Cath, "but what about money to live on?"
I peered over to her and said "Girl...you've known me for years now. Could you ever possibly imagine ME doing something that was stupid and not thought out thoroughly first? Besides," I told her, "the house is paid off and I have some savings and investments to fall back on. I'm actually thinking of doing a bar attendants course and try becoming a cocktail waitress for a while."
Why not try being an exotic dancer" Cathy laughed back.
"Oh... what the hell, let's go for the big money" I suggested. "I'll just work from home as an escort or for one of those high class brothels" I jokingly said. "Better yet Cath; why don't you be my pimp." Cathy gave me a look of total exasperation and sighed loudly.
"But that's in the future" I prattled on. "Right now," I said standing up "I'm going for a quick dip then back inside, before I need leather conditioner instead of moisturiser!" and with that, dived into the pool and swam to end, climbed out and walked back over to grab my towel.
"Nikki honey, I DO have to tell you that you've got the beginnings of a nicely shaped bubble butt to match those small boobies, girl" teased Cath, patting my bottom as I headed back inside for a shower.
I leaned down, gave her a sisterly peck on the cheek and sashayed (with exaggerated steps) back inside to shower and get dressed. "You're turning green" I called out and disappeared inside.
I'd almost finished showering when Cathy wondered back into the house. "Any plans for the rest of the day?" she called out to me. "Because if you haven't, what do you say to lunch down at that café on the water, we passed a few weeks ago".
"Great idea kid, I just need to get dressed". I shouted back in reply. "What's the name of the place and I'll ring ahead for a table".
"Jo-Jo's I think...and book it for 12ish" Cath replied. "It'll take me about 30 minutes to shower and change."
"I brought a sun dress the other day, and I'd like your expert opinion on it before I try it out" I called out to her, and with that walked out of the ensuite back into my bedroom to start getting dressed. Cathy then popped her head around the bedroom door on her way to her own room, saying OK, but then added that with my developing skinny frame I'd probably look good wearing a sack anyway and disappeared again.
I excitedly put on a white smooth panelled bra with silicone inserts, admittedly smaller then I use to wear, and slipped into a pair of yellow satin seamless hi-cut panties. No need for stockings today I thought. Then walking over to the wardrobe, took out the new dress, I'd spotted in a little boutique and simply adored on sight and bought, then slipped into it.
It was such a brilliant white and it had fern shaped print designs wondering all over it in pretty blue, gold, silver and green shades and came down to my waist before it started flaring out quickly to finish just above my knees. The shoulder straps were sensibly wide enough to cover my bra straps completely. (I loathed women that showed off bra straps by wearing dresses with shoe lace straps)
The sundress's neck line, although a little bit more daring but not scandalously so, allowed me enough modesty to show off my growing bust and the top of my boobs, without TOO much actual boob showing. If the new medications worked as well as I was told, I soon hoped to be wearing low cut dresses a lot more in the future.
I didn't need to bother with a slip as the dress material although light, was dense enough so as not to be too transparent and starkly silhouette my legs and body with the sun behind me, although I was starting to become somewhat justifiably proud of my pins.
Then I want back over and sat down by the dressing table and began to apply my makeup. I felt quite comfortable about doing this now, and with Cath's help through the years had learnt about foundations and liquid bases and the like.
I still shaved each morning, but had started on a course of electrolysis and between that, the shaving, the face creams and the female hormones I was on - found it no longer necessary to go overboard with makeup to look realistically feminine.
Next, I got up and went over to the other table and put on one of my shoulder length wigs. After making sure that it was held fast with a few bobby pins, I slipped on a belt so that my bust and bottom were clearly separated and defined, before finally stepping into a pair of medium heeled white strappy sandals. I checked out my reflection in the mirror and smiled at the woman looking back at me in the mirror.
"You've really changed since that night you went out with that asshole Greg and you like who you've become now, Haven't you?" Cathy said, towelling herself dry and catching me staring at my own reflection.
"MMM" I dreamily replied. Then I ducked back over to the wardrobe and picked up a box and took out a very large white hat with a floppy broad peak that drooped slightly to shade my face and put it on my head. "Too over the top" I nervously asked her.
Cathy started to beam at me and happily cried out, "Girl, it's YOU! You've nailed it spot on. I'll wear a hat as well and we'll show all those other stuck up bitches out there, what style and grace is all about AND we'll watch men get fats in their pants just looking at us! Ready in 15 minutes, Hon" she said as she walked back to her bedroom.
I grabbed my little shoulder purse and headed out into the lounge room. Shortly afterwards, Cathy came out from her bedroom wearing a very chic floor length summer dress in pale apricot, with a split down the front that appeared to start just above the top of her legs and showed them off very provocatively, leaving just enough modesty to allow decorum (of a sort) when she walked.
We both took one last look in the hallway mirror to see that everything was in there right places then headed for the door; Cath remarking that we both pulled up pretty well for 30 something gals.
"I wish I had your legs though, and the nerve to wear something like that number you're wearing" I said to Cath as we stepped outside and headed off down towards the river.
"Why not borrow it sometime" Cath suggested. "You may not believe it girlfriend, but you've definitely got the legs and the butt to comfortably wear it. All you need is the confidence" she happily told me.
The weather was pleasant outside and I loved the feel of the dress I had on brushing against my smooth legs while my silicon in-plants helped my small breasts jiggle a little inside my bra as I took each step. We paraded along the shoreline footpath, passing couples and families picnicking on the grass.
Passing several much younger male joggers with earphones on we sometimes turned around to spot a guy we'd just passed looking back at us in appreciation while running on the spot. We actually stopped a touch football game going on between a group of guys and a few girls. We looked at each other smiling and giggling as we walked past them.
This was how I'd always imagined being a woman was like, and I felt so girlish and feminine as we strolled along the waterfront in the bright sunshine. We spotted a few empty tables outside the café as we approached, but preferred to sit inside out of the sun and were in luck as the maitre d welcomed us and sat us down at a table looking over the water.
We read from a large blackboard with a chalk menu written on it, and a waiter looking to be about 20ish appeared to take our order. "Ladies, my name is David and I'm at your service for today". Cathy spoke to him looking up at him with her sweetest smile and those big hazel eyes informing him we'd like the 'catch' of the day and a suitable glass of white wine to accompany the meal.
I thought David handled Cath with aplomb, but then perhaps spoiled it by saying with a smile "Would you and your 'sister' prefer a cocktail beforehand first".
Cath turned to me and humorously asked, "Sis, do you want an aperitif or a COCK-tail?"
I was up for the Cath's game and replied throatily to her that I'd simply love to have a screaming orgasm. She turned back to the waiter and said in an imitation Mae West voice, "A screaming orgasm for my sister here, and I'd like a long hard screw up against the wall, thanks honey."
His face turned a beet red and he backed away bumping into the table behind him as he hastily retreated with our orders.
We chuckled to each other and I noticed the appreciative looks from a couple of guys sitting at a table nearby. "Don't look now, but we're being scoped out at the table over your right shoulder" I quietly said to Cath.
"And not just that table either. You should see that group near the door. They've stripped us naked already" she giggled back.
David reappeared a few minutes later and nervously placed our drinks next to each of us. He stood back and asked if we needed anything else.
As we sipped our cocktails, I quietly sighed, and hand signalled to David that they were perfect.
Cathy then cheekily told him, that we'd need him to come back later for our desert. David suddenly seem to get into the spirit of it all and joined in by gently take Cathy's hand and bringing to his lips saying "I am but yours to obey" before walking away grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Nikki, Davy boy there just earned himself a large tip," Cathy remarked as she watched him walk away to serve another table.
I shook with laughter and quietly said, "You tart! He's almost young enough to be your son."
"Ah but he's NOT, IS he...so it's OK" replied Cathy chuckling evilly.
The group sitting at the table next to us became unusually quiet whenever we required table service (since our first service contact) and must have possibly also been enjoying the show that we'd been creating.
We decided to take off our hats and placed them on the chairs beside us, then sat back enjoying our drinks, and watched the wonderful and changing view with all manner of boats constantly passing by, making loud comments of appreciation when we saw a crewman only wearing shorts or swimmers.
We'd just finished our first drinks and were basking in a pleasant glow when an older waiter came over to our table introducing himself as Daniel, and placed two more drinks on our table saying that they were with the compliments of the management and staff of Jo-Jo's.
We started to giggle and thanked him and in a sudden rush of what must have been 'female' hormones I stood up and kissed him on the cheek saying "thank you, that's very sweet of you" and leaving a pink full lips imprint on his cheek.
Dinner was served to us by Daniel himself, and he waited until we had finished our first mouthful, before inquiring as to whether the fish was to our satisfaction, as he told us he had "personally" overseen it's preparation with the chef, who he hand motioned to, and we saw was appraising us from in front of the kitchen doors.
By this stage I think that almost all the café patrons must have been watching our table when approached by restaurant staff. So Cathy, ever the drama queen, put three fingers to her mouth kissed them to show its excellence to the chef and smiled. The meal really was delicious.
After we had finished the meal both Daniel and the chef came across to inquire as to whether the meal had been to our satisfaction. I reached over for the flower in the small vase on our table and worked it into the side of the chef's hair and both Cathy and I kissed him together on a cheek each.
We asked them to bring David back over to our table so we could order desert. Well I tell you; by that stage I think that the entire restaurant was so engrossed in our little performance, judging by the number of people looking over at us, that everyone and I do mean everyone, must have stopped eating and was watching the scene at our table when Daniel motioned to David with an imperious snap of his fingers calling out loudly, "service here immediately, David."
David must have had just finished waiting on a table and walked across to us with a look of trepidation showing on his face, I'm certain that everyone in the restaurant who could, was watching and listening, including several of the male and female waiters who had stopped working were and observing our antics.
Cathy had it all under control, and had moved her chair away from the table so when David came up to it, she somehow swept him onto her seated lap.
In a breathless and sexy voice she said "David, where have you been honey, my sister would like to order something sweet, and I PARTICULARLY want some DESERT Davey. Sis didn't you want the lemon sorbet on the blackboard? And Davey, what's the banana surprise all about" Cath leered broadly.
David still perched nervously on Cath's lap, stutteringly tried to explain what it entailed so Cath cooingly looked straight at him and said that it sounded delicious. "But could you make sure I get a little more cream on my banana" she said, as she slid her hand up his trouser leg as she seductively smiled at him.
Most of the male waiters were staring with big grins on their faces while a few of the female waitresses were stifling laughs, while Daniel and the chef were standing nearby shaking with suppressed laughter.
Then Cathy shocked everyone by placing a $20- note down the front of his trousers and saying aloud and breathlessly, "that's for your banana special Davey". It wasn't quite pornographic but it wouldn't have been given a family rating if a film censor had been there.
When the desert was ready, it was brought to our table by one of the other waiters. Everyone had turned to watch as he placed the deserts on the table. Cathy asked in a sotto voice why her lovely pet David hadn't brought it to the table.
He replied loudly enough for most of the patrons to hear, "DAVID'S out the back, shaking and too scared to come back in", and with that most of the patrons, Daniel, the chef, who had reappeared outside the kitchen doors to watch and the female waitress all burst into laughter.
Once the laughter quieted down I piped up and said "That's a pity sis, I know you AWAYS like something SWEET with your desert", which had the waiter in tears of laughter and howls of laughter coming from all over the cafe.
By now the atmosphere in the café, was definitely more in a party mood than anything else, courtesy of two 30 something women showing a little bit of sauciness and was now also being shown by both patrons and staff alike.
There were a lot of loud orders for the banana surprise while a number of people started to order more cocktails that had sexual connotations in their names.
When David did reappear it was to a round of applause from both patrons and staff alike, so he couldn't hide his reappearance. One of the female waiters brought the $20 note back and handed it to Cathy saying loud enough for all to hear, that David said he didn't deserve it.
Before Cathy could speak I told the waitress just as loudly to give it back to the poor lad and she was to tell him that, "Cathy will make him earn 'EVERY' cent of it."
With that, she marched over to Michael, stuck the note back down the front of his pants and said loudly for all to hear, "David...the young lady over at table 5 says that you're going to earn EVERY bit of that $20-."
While we were being served coffee, the table sitting next us got up to leave and turned around, to thank us for the most amusing meal they had ever had the pleasure of eating. Several other patrons when they were departing also came over and thanked us also.
Certainly it appeared that most of the patrons were now noisily ordering far more cocktails and a couple of tables seemed intent on sampling every cocktail on the board. Daniel the owner must have been smiling broadly now at all the drinking happening around the restaurant.
Daniel come over with a couple of liquors and said they were with the compliments of the gentlemen over at table 9 who we turned round to thank with smiles and muttered thankyous. The two gentlemen saluted us with raised glasses and Cathy asked Daniel to invite them over.
"Cath" I warned, in a slightly peeved tone of voice. She told me to stop being a frigid old biddy and that this won't take too long and besides they'd paid for our drinks so they deserved a little consideration.
They joined us at the table and introduced themselves as Darren and Steve. On closer inspection, they must have been in their late 20's and looked very presentable. Darren had definitely drunken just a bit too much so as to be tipsy, while Steve wasn't even close to being so.
Several more drinks later saw us finding topics we could all talk about, and everyone at the table was becoming more relaxed one another. Cathy had an alcoholic glow over her that blunted her caution, and I guess I must have been more than a bit tipsy, to be feeling so comfortable and confident in myself, and I was certainly feeling the effects of all the alcohol I'd consumed.
I don't think the guys had worked out for themselves who preferred which of us, because I had felt hands on my legs from both sides of the table, so I could be pretty sure that Cathy was getting the same treatment too. I was tending to prefer Steve, but had no intention of going any further than just an enjoyable sex free afternoon.
About 3.30 our conversation was starting to thin out, and I called for our check. I'd had a lot of fun and I knew that Cathy was happy and had forgotten about John, well at least for a while anyway. So to me, it was money well spent. I don't remember how much it all cost but I actually splurged and added a large tip because it was still cheaper than if we'd brought tickets to a show!
We picked up our hats and headed, well it could have been that we stumbled or staggered for the door. Daniel came across and told us that he'd simply refuse to allow us to walk home, and that he would ring and pay for a taxi to pick us up. Cathy took and held his face in a long passionate kiss before saying thank you...as well giving him a gentle fondle down his trouser front.
Darren and Steve hurried over and offered to share the taxi with us when it pulled up outside five minutes later, thinking that they were probably set to score for the evening, and I thought we were going to be stuck with them, when Cathy turned around and said loud enough to get the full attention of everyone in the restaurant.
"Guys, I've got some bad news for you, just in case you thought that you might be going to get lucky this afternoon" and she half pretended to drunkenly sway. "One of us is a transvestite and the other ones a lesbian!" she said with a little drunken slur in her words.
"I'm" she said pointing to herself, "I'm the trannie and she's" ... pointing to me and giving a loud drunken belch and raised her voice. "She's a bloody dyke guys...and a bigger dyke you've never met. She's even got blisters on her tongue!"
But I noticed that she winked and smiled quite wickedly to everyone watching, although these two guys couldn't see her do it.
The silence was deafening and it was Steve grabbing Darren who started to back away, saying what a great time they had had and hoped we'd meet up again. Cathy winked at me and quietly murmured "See...I told you it wouldn't take long for them to go away" and started to slump down at a vacant table before changing her mind and heading for the ladies toilet.
Daniel came over to me and quietly asked if Cathy really was a Transvestite. "No" I replied. "I'M the trannie," she's actually quite straight and she's my very best friend. You see" I told Daniel, "Cath's just broken up with her ex and she doesn't really need or want to mess around with strangers just now, so she told them a load of bull to ditch them."
Daniel thought about that for a moment, and then told me that he couldn't be sure if I was joking or not, but if I really WERE a man, then he was going to have to think about changing teams. He then went on to say that Cathy and I were more than welcome to dine here anytime, telling me confidentially that our little performance this afternoon had made his Sunday a very memorable one, as well as an exceptionally profitable one.
"Promise me you won't tell David - he's such a nice boy and we teased him shamefully" I asked him.
Daniel solemnly replied "He ought to be a nice boy, he's my godson, bless him."
The taxi was still waiting outside and Daniel came out and held the taxi door open for both of us. As I was about to get in, Daniel took my hand and kissed it. "You're really quite lovely you know ... Please come dine here anytime, you'll always be welcome."