Sister Act

SISTER ACT

By Bea

Gentle Reader: This story is not for the likes of you if you are under eighteen years of age, or are looking for something other than a low-key, hetero, transvestite fantasy. But have a nice day anyway..

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"You're doing it again Alan" 'Nette said. "Why do you always do this? Why can't you make up your mind? You want to stop, then you don't. You're bursting for a pee - then 'that place looks too dirty' knowing full well that there might not be another gas station for miles. Why do you do this to me?"

I laughed. "Just to keep you on edge dear. But I'm not really that bad. I did want to stop - not for a pee, as you so gracefully put it, just for a chance to stretch my legs. It's ok for you. The driver gets to 'do' something. Has a mental exercise to keep him - sorry, her - awake. The passenger doesn't have that stimulation - get's bored easier. And anyway, that last place was not altogether that appetizing looking. Some of these guys lounging around looked pretty rough.." She laughed. "So? Protecting my honor - or yours?"

"Whatever." I said carelessly. I used the wrong tone. She lost her good humor in a hurry. "Whatever - my ass! Seriously? Not just this particular moment? It's getting pretty difficult to stay with your decision making process. It's even worse when you demonstrate exactly how much you care. I'm really getting tired of it. Learn to make a commitment and stay with it."

We'd driven across the width of the United States, and were now hauling through the desert, just before reaching Los Angeles. According to my map, we had to get over the Cajon pass, then through San Bernardino, then it was pretty clear sailing to her mother's house in Pasadena. Annette, my wife, had driven the full distance without one single moment of bad temper. I knew that she did not care for the way I could shilly-shally at times - I'd been lectured before, but I was pretty sure that this little show of temper had very little to do with my logic, or lack of it.

"Nette" I said placatingly. "I'm sorry if I bothered you, but you did agree to go to your mother's you know. Do you have to take it out on me?" She bridled a little "Maybe. Maybe not. But you were the one that instigated visiting her. I'd never have let the old witch even know that we were here on company business - you had to write that goddam letter!"

"Well, she is your mother. And your sisters? How long has it been?" I argued. "We've been married almost a year, and I've never met them. It's ok for you. You at least grew up with sisters - I had nobody but my parents. Now that they're dead, you're all the family I have. I just hate the idea of having family, and not getting to know them..."

Her face softened. "Yeah. I can see that. Not that I see you having any problems. Sylvia's a doll, and Carol is maybe even nicer. Maybe it's because she was adopted.. Mom'll love you. She thinks that the sun rises and sets in any man's ass.." She deepened her voice, mimicking her mother, as I'd heard her before "It is a woman's role in life to make sure that her husband is happy in all aspects of the marriage.. After all, he is the breadwinner and deserves obedience..."

I'll buy that" I laughed "I've been meaning to talk to you about.." She elbowed me firmly in the ribs. "Knock it off! And, by the way. I've been meaning to talk to you about your hair. When are you going to get a haircut? I mean, pony tails have been out for years. It gets much longer, I'll make you tie it up with a ribbon .. And when was the last time you shaved?"

"I shaved last week some time" I said defensively "Don't tell me I'm needing another one already?" I flipped the visor down, and peered at my reflection in the mirror. I felt my face for hair, but couldn't find any. "Would you stop teasing about my non-existent beard?.. And, anyway, I thought you liked my hair long?"

She nodded. "I do, I guess. It's just that mom always seemed to like short hair on a guy.." She shook her head in sudden disbelief "Can you believe this shit? Me! Me worried about what mom'll think about my husband? As a matter of fact, leave your hair alone - I want to see her face when she sees that my hair is shorter than yours."

The rest of the trip passed pleasantly enough. I was amazed when, about three hours later we pulled in to the long driveway of a large, well tended, two storied house, set well back from a quiet street in an obviously expensive neighborhood. I thought I saw the water of a swimming pool - and the fence of a tennis court. "You didn't tell me that you guys are rich" I exclaimed. "You mean that you ran away from this place? I can't believe it!"

Two girls had run out into the driveway, waving their arms. Both were dressed in extremely feminine dresses, bright floral chiffon, white gloves, large floppy hats secured with bright ribbons. Both had brown hair, just long enough to show under the hats - just a shade or two lighter than mine.

"Can you see me dressed and acting like that?" 'Nette asked as she cut off the engine. "I couldn't - and that's why I ran away. Mom was determined to train me into being a mindless wife for some man - and I was damned if I was going to do it. Simple as that." She opened the door. "Girl's!" She shouted "You're all grown up - and gorgeous!" She hugged them both ferociously while I got out of the car, then spun them around to me. "This is Alan, my husband.."

Neither girl gave her a chance to finish, both running to me and embracing me. I was surprised at the evident strength in their arms under the softness of their dresses and the fragrance that surrounded them. I was hugged and (was it my imagination, or did I get a couple of pats on my behind at the same time?) kissed. "Alan? That sounds awful formal" one of them giggled "what does Annette call you?" "Well. She does call me Alan now and then" I explained, catching my breath from the onslaught "but only when she's mad at me.." "Which isn't very often these days" 'Nette interjected "but there again, I've had a year to train him.. but that's ok girls. You can call him Allie if you want. But why don't you drag him in and introduce him to the battle axe? I'll bring the luggage in."

And, pretending to protest at leaving 'Nette with the luggage, I was pulled inside a beautiful home (were these little pats on the rear accidental?), and into a bright sunny library, where a woman - an older edition of 'Nette waited for me. From all that I'd heard, I was expecting a mean-faced, bitchy looking woman. The reverse was true. Tall, slim, beautifully costumed in a grey woolen dress, a bright scarf around the neck, a maroon belt and matching shoes. Brown hair, starting to show a little gray, but under the care of an experienced hairdresser and, most surprising, an open, smiling face showing a friendly welcome. She advanced on me, arms wide.

"Alan. It's so nice to meet you, finally! Thank you so much for bringing us all back together. I hope you'll stay as long as you possibly can .. I know Annette said just a short visit .. But you will stay with us while you're in Los Angeles..?"

Again, I received a surprisingly strong hug, and got a whiff of expensive perfume as she gave me a peck on the cheek. She finally let me go, and took a step back, to survey me. "I'm surprised." she said "No offense, but I always thought that Annette would have gone with a big husky man. You're actually quite a bit smaller, aren't you?.. Not much bigger than her two sisters.." She turned a false reprimanding look at Sylvia "And I'll swear that if you don't stop eating so much, you'll probably outweigh him as well!" "Oh mummy!" Sylvia yelped. "I probably do outweigh him - but he is pretty tiny, you know. My eating..."

Just then, 'Nette came in with the luggage, and dropped them with a thud on the carpet. She had what I'd learned to recognize as her 'friendly - but wary' expression on her face. "Did I hear something about eating? I'm starving!" As she said this, she and her mother walked together, eyed each other carefully, then threw impulsive arms around each other, and kissed. Each whispered something to the other, but their voices were too muffled to hear what was said - but it was obvious that each was more than glad to see the other.

We all went in to the dining room. The table was already set with crystal and cutlery. Sylvia and Carol excused themselves, and went into the kitchen.

'Nette and her mother were obviously trying to think up some way of breaking through the ice that had formed and I figured I would best leave them alone so, rather than being in the way, wandered off to where the kitchen was - I could hear the clatter of utensils and other things. When I walked in the door I got a surprise. Both girls had thrown on aprons over their dresses, taken off their hats, and wore scarves, tied in a kind of turban fashion around their hair.

They didn't see me come in at first, and I guess I scared them when I said "You girls like a hand?" As they both jumped at hearing my offer, they both giggled girlishly, putting their hands to their mouths, and peeking at each other. "Oh no... I don't think so.." Carol said "You're a guest. But it was very nice of you to offer...Why don't you go back to the dining room. Talk to mummy and Annette..?"

"Well, they do have a lot to talk about, and I felt it best to leave them by themselves.." I started to explain. Sylvia looked embarrassed "But.. mummy would be .. kinda upset to see you in here.." At my look of puzzlement, she explained. "Mummy feels that anybody in a kitchen should wear an apron - and a turban. If we're going to be around food in any way, that's one of her rules.. and she's pretty strict about it."

I threw up my hands in mock horror "I'll have to escape from here before I'm turbanned. Excuse me girls." and left, to the sound of their soft laughter.

Back in the dining room, 'Nette and her mother were deep in conversation. They smiled at me though. "Thanks for giving us the chance to talk Allie" 'Nette said. Then she turned to her mother "We'll talk later. Ok?" Her mother smiled in agreement.

A few minutes later, still in aprons and turbans, the girls brought in the lunches, served us, deposited their own plates, then went back to the kitchen to discard their 'uniforms', and were back with us at the table in no time at all.

We had a lovely lunch. Everyone so nice and relaxed, just chatting. Carrie, 'Nette's mother was particularly interested in how she and I had met. In fact, she was downright incredulous to find out that we'd met when I'd been assigned to 'Nette as a temporary secretary. "You must be much higher in the organization than I thought." she said to 'Nette. "Huh?" 'Nette asked. "What do you mean?" "Well. Having a male secretary. I thought you had to be at least a vice president.." "Oh mother!" 'Nette said, laughing. He was just a junior secretary in the secretarial pool then. Since he's become my full time secretary, he's promoted to 'steno secretary' - but that's not very high. But, if I get my next promo, he'll move up and be eligible for the title of administrative secretary - that's a much better position."

Carrie turned to me. "But.. But.. Don't you feel strange working for a lady boss?" I couldn't help it "That's no lady." I said "That's my wife"

She laughed and said. "That was the problem I had with her - trying to get her to behave like a lady. Seems I'm not the only one with that problem.. You do have my sympathy." I jumped to 'Nette's defence. "Oh Carrie .. Please.. I was just kidding ..I don't need your sympathy. 'Nette's the best boss I've ever had. I was just teasing just now. None of the other women I ever worked for had such a good grasp of the business as she does. She makes decisions, and treats me very well. Mind you, she has chewed me out a lot of times, but only when I deserved it. She's a great boss!"

She shook her head, looked a little confused, but didn't say anything more. We finished lunch. Then 'Nette leaned across the table to me. "We've got to go somewhere this afternoon.." "Where?" I asked "Tell you later. But do me a favor. Let me talk to mother again for a while. Go and give Carol and Sylvia a hand with the dishes..."

Carrie said "Oh that's not necessary Annette. The girls can handle it perfectly well.." "Of course they can" 'Nette agreed, but he's a good help. Knows his way around a kitchen very well..." "I still have my rules about protective clothing on a kitchen.. Carrie started. "Oh. I'd forgotten about that" 'Nette said. "The aprons you mean?" Carrie nodded. "No big deal. Right Allie?" 'Nette said to me. "After all, you do wear aprons sometimes at home?... Go on. Go help the girls. I'll do the unpacking to make it up to you, pull you out of the kitchen when I'm ready.. We'll go and.." "But I'd like to shower dear" I said cautiously ('Nette does not like me arguing with her in front of other people). "No sense in showering until we get back." She said firmly. "Then we can get ready for dinner."

It was obvious that I'd been given my instructions. Meekly, I started gathering dishes to take to the kitchen. "Oh don't do that just now" Carol said. "No sense in taking the chance of getting your clothes dirtied from a dish. C'mon, and we'll get you an apron."

A few minutes later, 'Nette hardly looked up from her conversation with Carrie when I came back with the girls to get the dishes. I did feel strange in my full skirted yellow - frilly - apron, but the strangest feeling was in my hair. As Sylvia had fitted the apron to me, Carol had attempted to fix the turban around my pony tail. "This is awkward" she said "do you mind?"

I thought she meant that I wouldn't get a turban. "Oh no! " I said "No problem. Not at all." And she proceeded to untie my hair band, then fluff out my hair and tie the turban. When she finished, my hair looked almost like theirs - very girlish.

But it was fun in the kitchen with them. They were so full of high spirits. I soon got over the strangeness of being in such feminine garb - and being one of the 'girls' so to speak. Pretty soon we were all laughing and having a good time. We were almost finished when 'Nette came and told me to get my apron off - we had to leave on a short errand.

As she had told me about it earlier, I wasn't surprised, so just shrugged in mute apology to the girls, took off my apron and turban, and followed her out of the door. She lent me her comb in the car, so I tidied up a bit as she drove, getting my hair back into a les feminine arrangement. "Where we going?" I asked after a while "Or is it still a big secret?"

She avoided the question, or so I thought. "Remember this morning when you thought I was angry about visiting mother?" She asked. "I do. Yes. Are you going to tell me I was wrong? Was it something else?" "Yes..partially. You see, I got some news when I called Brenda (her boss) this morning. This may no longer be a couple of weeks job. They might want me to set up the whole show - negotiate with the realtors, set up the electrical, get the computers and get them installed - we might be looking at a couple of months.." "But where would we live?" I asked. "We can't afford to stay in a hotel that long.." "That's what we're going to look at right now" she said. "The company has an apartment that they normally reserve for the mucky-mucks. We can have it, though we might have to pack up and leave every time one of the VIP's come down here.." "That doesn't sound too hot" I said. "No, it doesn't" she admitted "but we can do something else if we want - we can get a per diem allowance for rent instead. It just won't come to a helluva lot" she added. "Here, I think this is the apartment complex. Told you it wasn't far."

She was absolutely correct. We hadn't come any distance, but it was a different world from the one we'd just left. Busier streets, more traffic, some noise. The apartment manager, who was expecting us, was pleasant enough, but didn't give much impression of being helpful. She gave us the keys, and told us the apartment number. It really was quite nice. The furniture was new, which helped. The kitchen was small, but well equipped. Two bedrooms, a good sized living room with a dining alcove, two bathrooms.

"It's quite nice" I said, trying not to sound too down in the mouth. But I could see something in her eyes. "What's the matter? You look uncomfortable. Is there something else I should be hearing?" I asked.

"Ah shit!" She said, and sighed. "With this change, it'll be weeks - if not months, before I can use a secretary. The company's willing to pay you a per diem, and a reduced salary.. But.." "That seems fair to me" I said. "Yeah" she replied. "It is - but I think you'll be bored out of your mind, staying around here. If you could drive, you could drive me to work any day you wanted to ...I did warn you to get your license.."

The impact of what she was saying hit me. "But I never needed one in New York" I wailed. "You mean you're going to leave me here by myself all day? What am I going to do?" "You're not really that far from mom and the girls" she offered. "I know they don't go out much, but you could always get a taxi. Mom said you could visit as much as you liked, didn't she?" "Not quite" I said "She said we could 'stay' as long as.." And the thought hit me. "Did she mean that, do you think? Couldn't we stay there? You're not fighting with her any more.. The girls are really fun, and I wouldn't be so lonely... We could still get the per diem .. And we could maybe even bank some money for a change...?"

She held up her hand. "Whoa! Yes. Mother and I have settled our differences. She seems to have mellowed a lot, and I won't see her much, being gone all day - but you will!" "Will what?" I asked. "You'll be seeing her all the time and, believe me, she's bossy." "You said that she thought the sun rose and set out of men's asses this morning.." I reminded her.

She actually blushed. "Yeah. Yeah. I did say that.." "Well" I said snootily, "What's the problem?" Again I had used the wrong tone of voice. She bristled. "What I talked about this morning. You either can't make a decision, or make one without thinking about all the aspects. Well! Let me tell you. You obviously want to stay with mom. I'll agree to that - but if you have a problem with her - or either of the girls, don't come whining to me. As far as I'm concerned, we'll ask her if we can stay until the job's finished. If she says yes - and I know she will - we're there, rain or shine, hell or high water - right?"

I pretended to deliberate, but was finding it very hard to hide my jubilation. I clenched my teeth together to stop from smiling - "Right!" I said gravely.

As I expected, Carrie was delighted when 'Nette brought up the subject. On the subject of us paying for our board she was adamantly opposed. "If Allie is going to stay at home, like you say.. He'll be good company for us all - and he can help pay your way by helping around the house - right Allie?" I nodded in agreement, my brain happily computing the impact of the per diem money into our bank account.

And, as the bible says, it came to pass. Everyone, and I mean everyone was delighted. Carrie got her long-lost daughter back. 'Nette got back on good terms with her mother - and placated me. Sylvia, Carol, and myself, all got the company that we craved. What else could anyone ask?

It didn't take me too long to start finding flies in the ointment. I've always enjoyed a good long lie in bed when at all possible. The next morning dispelled any hopes I had along those lines when I found myself in a house where, a few minutes after 'Nette left to do 'whatever' the hell she had to, I find two very attractive young ladies at my bedside yowling "Time to get up, sleepyhead! Lots of work to do!"

I probably came across as grumpier than I was. The girls showed an alarming tendency to hang around and chat while I got showered and dressed, but I finally managed to show a little resolve when I shooed them out and proceeded to get ready for the days activities.

And I was active. From the minute I appeared, I was kept busy. In one of Sylvia's aprons and turbans, I helped her get breakfast made while Carol set up the table in the dining room and got flowers from the garden and set them in vases. Carrie came down, elegant in a blue dress. "Good morning girls!" She said. "Another beautiful day! What do you think of Los Angeles weather Allie? Isn't it nice?"

I wasn't really sure if I'd been included in the greeting - did she see me as one of her 'girls'? But she read the reason for my confusion immediately. "Oh Allie! I hope I don't offend you by seeming to include you with the girls, but there hasn't been a man around this house in so long, and it's the way I've said hello every morning for years.." She laughed softly "Not only that. In your apron and turban you even look like just like Carol .. I hope you're not offended?"

She had said it so nicely. What could I say? "Oh.. I guess.. It's ok.." I started. "Marvelous!" She said, cutting me short. "We're all going to get on like a house on fire, right girls?" And I found myself smiling, and nodding in agreement, right along with Carol and Sylvia.

After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared away, I asked if we could go and look around the garden, and see the swimming pool. "Maybe this afternoon dear," Carrie said "but first things first. We can't have you working around here without aprons of your own. Can you work a sewing machine?"

I looked at her stupidly. "I guess not" she said, smiling. "Sylvia. You can come help me in the library. Carol, would show Allie how to make some aprons for herself?" She beamed at me. "Trust me. You'll enjoy it."

She was right. At first, the discovery of how she now perceived my gender bothered me, but I soon forgot it in picking out materials for my aprons (it turned out that I needed at least four) and turbans. Then Carol showed me how to use the machine. There really wasn't a lot to it, especially as the hemming was strictly a series of straight runs. After some practice, she helped me pick out some easy patterns, then measured me. After that, she showed me how to adjust each pattern to my personal size, then cut the material. The morning just flew. By lunchtime we had all the cutting done, and one apron completed.

One thing did give me pause. Instead of a turban, Carol thought a little lace cap, shown in the pattern sketch was 'cute' - so ran one up from a remnant she had. When Sylvia called us to say that lunch was ready, we went down and, as Carol wanted me to wear the results of our morning's work I'd no choice but to show it off. I did realize the effeminate picture I made, modelling a frilled apron and lace cap to three women, but the compliments on how nice I looked - and the great job I'd done, definitely made the discomfiture and my blushes a little more worth while.

After lunch, the girls and I cleaned up while Carrie took a nap. When we had finished, they took me on a tour of the grounds. I was very impressed. They told me that they, and Carrie, took care of the flower beds. The rest of the extensive, very private yard was low maintenance ground cover and shrubs, taken care of by a gardening service that came by once a month. The swimming pool was small, but immaculate, and had a spa built into the side. The water, crystal clear, gurgled an invitation as it slapped against the sides. I clapped my hands together. "That looks really great! I'd love to take a soak right now!" The girls shrugged. Carol knelt down and felt the temperature of the water with her hand. "Not bad" she said, and turned a switch that immediately set the water to churning and bubbling.

I shook my head regretfully. "There's no need to do that. I never thought to bring my trunks.." The girls shook their heads and grinned at each other. "No problem!" Sylvia said. "You don't mean .. skinny dipping?" I asked incredulously. "You are silly!" Carol said, taking hold of my hand "C'mon!"

Hardly believing what I was hearing as we went along towards the house, I found out that, without any appropriate discussion, or approval from me, it had been decided that I was probably closer to Carol's size than Sylvia's and, furthermore, Carol just happened to have, in her closet ".. that navy blue one with the white trim - I've never worn it - should be perfect."

It was so ridiculous I thought I must be mis-hearing things. Surely, they couldn't possibly think that I would possibly consider wearing one of their swimsuits? In fact I was so convinced that it was craziness on my own part that I was frightened to even ask, thinking how silly I'd look even thinking that I'd thought such a thing. This feeling lasted all the way to Carol's room, and up to the point where she brought out a navy blue, one piece, lady's swimsuit - strapless, with the white trim just as she'd described it.

Sylvia had gone to her room to change, so I was alone with Carol. I looked at her holding the suit out to me. No teasing expression in her eyes, no expectancy of my refusing it showing on her face. In fact, if anything, the expression there was rapidly becoming one of impatience. "C'mon Allie! For goodness sake! I thought you wanted to go to the spa? Here, take this, and change in my bathroom. I'll change here." "But I can't wear that" I said, shaking my head. "For heaven's sake! Why not?" "It's a girl's" "Who cares! It'll fit! No one's gonna bother you. C'mon, for goodness sake!" And she pressed it into my hands, then pushed me towards her bathroom "tut tutting" at my slowness, and shutting the door behind me.

I didn't know what else to do. Slowly at first, then speeding up at her admonitions shouted through the door to "Hurry up in there!" I undressed completely, unzipped the back of the costume, and stepped into it. I've heard women talking about putting on a girdle. I felt it must be almost the same thing as I pulled it up over my thighs and tummy, and zipped myself into it as far as I could manage. I saw myself in one of the mirrors. The suit had some type of supports at the side, accentuating the waist and hips. The bra cups were also re-enforced with something, making me look as if I had a bust. Shaking in a kind of fright, I opened the door and went back into the room.

"About time!" Sylvia said, but without malice. "Some problem with the back?" At my nod, she came and pulled the zip up to it's limit, then tugged a little to fasten some hook and eye type fasteners. Both girls were very attractive in their costumes. Sylvia in scarlet, Carol in green. Both wore short, gauzy type beach jackets. "Here. It's not the right color, but it'll do to break the coolness of the breeze on you when we're coming back to the house" Carol said, passing me a gauzy cover like her own, only mine was in a large black and white polka dot pattern.

I don't know how to explain what was happening to me. These girls weren't forcing me into anything. They simply 'expected' me to go along with them, and I just couldn't seem to get my breath enough to explain that I shouldn't be doing what they were expecting of me.

Obediently, I slipped on the wrap she offered. The sleeves were of chiffon, cuffed and fastened by large black buttons. I buttoned myself in. At the same time, I stepped into the pair of medium-heeled open toed white sandals that Carol put in front of me, and stood quietly as she buckled the straps. She stood up. "They look like they'll fit ok. Try a couple of steps, and see." Hypnotized by what was going on, I did. "Good!" She said enthusiastically. "You handle heels real well!" "You expected different?" Sylvia asked, with the first note I'd heard of mockery. "You thought he'd fall all over his feet?"

"Sylvia!" Carol warned. "Shut up! And let's go!"

And, without further ado, we went. Three girlish figures arm in arm, down to the spa. Our gauzy covers off, and hung on chairs. Toes inserted, delicately, with little squeals about how hot the water is - and three bodies inching their ways down onto the steps about eighteen inches under water. Sylvia mouthed a mild curse, then got out and pulled over a framework of lightweight plastic pipes covered in a light green, translucent plastic. It curved about halfway around the spa, and curved over Carol's and my heads. "Keeps the sun off - and gives us a little more privacy" Carol explained as Sylvia slid in beside us.

Almost immediately I jumped as a hand slid up my thigh, then under water, out of sight, hands - mine included - start stroking and caressing sensory places belonging to other bodies. Steam rose from the water and, inside the curve of the plastic arch, created a mist that made clear vision impossible. In the bubbling water, our bodies seemed to float over and under each other, so that I lost all sense of who was who. In a sexual haze, I leaned my head back against the side. Someone, Sylvia I think, snaked her arm around my neck and pulled me into her shoulder. Lips came down on mine, firmly. My arms came out from the water and twined their way around her neck. As if weightless, my body floated up to the surface of the bubbling water. Other hands found my crotch. A finger inserted itself between the edge of my swimsuit and leg, then started to gently probe at my rectum. I started to struggle a little but to no avail, now firmly held in strong arms and being kissed even harder than before . My body started to writhe to the thrust of the finger, now working it's way more an more into my body. "Like that, do you Sally?" A voice whispered in my ear. "Oh, .. Please!" Was all, I could manage. "She does! She does!" I heard, and the arm pulled me even more into the embrace. Lips found mine, more firmly now, and hands started searching for the crevices in my body again. Weakly, I again tried to resist what was being done to me. The voice came back in my ear, calmly ordering "Now do be a good girl Sally and stop struggling. Calm down now!"

And now, with my face barely out of water, I was under the command of the lips pressing down on mine - and the finger that had now re-found it's way under the fabric of my suit, and was well up my anus. It started a rhythm of retreat and insertion, gradually becoming more and more aggressive. A little while later I spasmed, and melted into the arms that held me.

Steam still swirled. I had lost all sense of place and time. But the voice brought me back. "Oh no Sally. Sit up. Other people deserve some fun too you know. That's a good girl. Now, put your hand here ... That's right...Aahh. Now here. Rub, just a little aaahh. Down a little... In and out now.. Nicely now..Ah.. Again now..."

And, as I followed my mistresses voice, other hands found me again - and another voice came into my hearing "Now. This is how girls like to do it. Isn't it nice? You make a nice girl, you know..." And our three bodies embraced in a vaporous fantasy that, after a while, generated more than my orgasms - at least the sounds I heard and their bodies jerking spasmodically told me. I don't know how much time passed, just lay there exhausted. Magically, the air cleared. Sylvia half floated, languorously sweating in the water beside me. Carol pulled my hair. "C'mon you two! We'll have to get dinner going. Mummy has got to be awake by now, and Annette could be home anytime!" I couldn't believe that anyone had any energy left, but the two of them seemed to shake off their lethargy quickly. "Here! Lie on this towel face down." Carol commanded, as Sylvia started to move the screen back to it's original position. Wondering what was to come next, I did as she asked. She was taking a bottle of oil from her bag as I did so.. "You'll really like this" she said, unfastening my costume and pulling down the zipper. She then tugged at the costume until my back was bared. Craning my neck, I could see her put some oil onto her hands, and she started to massage my back. The scent of roses came to my nostrils, and I realized that I was going to be carrying some of it's perfume with me for the rest of the day. At the same time, however, it just felt so wonderful that I wasn't about to complain. "Don't get all lazy on me" she warned. "You've got to do me next, then we'll both do Sylvia - and as we don't have a lot of time, I can only give you a minute or two."

And that was all I did get. Then it was her turn. Completely unself- conscious, she undid her own costume and pulled it down, baring her breasts before lying down on the towel I'd just vacated. Carefully, I put some oil on my own palms, and started rubbing her back and shoulders, the way she had worked on me. Then she turned over, and I had to do her tummy as well. At that point Sylvia joined me and, putting her hands over mine, guided them over Carol's body.

Carol grinned like a cat, and arched her back. "Purr, purr" she said, "more, more!" "Uh uh!" Sylvia said, grinning "My turn!" And then it was Carol and me working on Sylvia at the same time. Her on one side, me on the other - first the back, then the front. Again, I could feel myself getting aroused - I couldn't believe it! - I'd never had so many orgasms in such a short period before - and here I was, showing all the signs again. I wasn't alone either. Both girls were starting to pant and get glazed expressions. But Sylvia broke the spell "My god! Enough! We've got work to do!" And shoved herself to her feet, pulling her costume back into place as she did so.

I was starting to get lethargic again but, under some gentle bullying from Carol, I slipped on my wrap and put my feet into my sandals and walked with them back to the house. Carrie met us as we came in. She looked refreshed from her nap. "Good afternoon girls" she said. "Did you have a nice time at the pool Allie?" "Yes Carrie, though I didn't get into the pool - just the spa." I said. She came to me and took both my hands in hers. "You look very nice dear. That costume seems to fit you to a 't'. I know you might be still a little damp - but could I talk to you for a moment?" "Oh mummy!" Carol protested lightly "Sally .. I mean Allie .. Was going to help us get dinner ready." "I won't keep him long. Promise!" Carrie said. "Come along then Allie" and she led me back outside to a sunny table in the kitchen garden.

There, she sat on a chair next to mine, rather than across the table from me. She turned her chair so that our knees were touching, then took my hands in hers again. "Allie. I hope you realize how much you coming here has meant too me - and the girls.." "Oh. You don't need to thank me again Carrie.. You've all been so wonderful." She held a hand up, palm towards me. "Allie. May I ask a very large favor of you?" Of course." I said. "Thank you. I'd like you to start calling me 'mummy' like the other girls do. Would you mind?" "Of course not" I said quickly "it's just that 'Nette always calls you Carrie. I guess I just..."

She shook her head, but admiringly. "Annette. Always has been a scamp. Never would do as I asked.." She paused "which is why I want to have this little talk with you just now." "I hope you're not wanting me to change her.." I said, smiling. "I'm afraid that's beyond me.." "I'm very aware of that.. At least how difficult it must be for you. But.." She looked at her watch. "I suppose I should get to the point, yes?" I smiled and shrugged, but said nothing.

"Well, as Annette has probably mentioned, I've always had firm opinions about the roles played by each partner in a marriage. I'll admit to being rather dogmatic, but I firmly believe that there has to be one dominant and one submissive role in any successful marriage.. Don't you agree?"

Ruefully, I nodded "Probably. But I don't think I'm the dominant force in my marriage" I added. "You're absolutely correct. And I'm really glad you're not all puffed up with nonsensical male pride. Yes, it's obvious that Annette is the force in your marriage. It's just as obvious that you play the submissive role. She takes the masculine part, and you.. You play the ..aah.. feminine role .. somewhat."

I reddened. "Well I don't exactly run around in little dresses.." I reacted defensively. She held her hand up towards me again. Smiled sweetly. "I mean no disrespect Allie, but would you call yourself the picture of masculinity just now? Is me defining your position with Annette as the 'feminine' one so totally out of the question?" I reddened even more, but before I could answer, she shook one of her fingers to silence me. "Look." She said. "Just give me a minute - please don't interrupt. Ok?" I nodded, trying to get my brain to work.

"Since almost the beginning of time," she started "men and women have cohabitated. In recent years the divorce rate has soared. Obviously there are many causes, but I firmly believe that the problems are primarily caused by both male and females not recognizing that there must be a male function in a marriage, just as there must be a female function. Both are just as important as the other. The male is the 'breadwinner.' He is the 'defender'. The female 'nurtures' the male, makes herself attractive for him. Allows him to be the 'aggressor' in the relationship."

"Now" she continued "Let's look at a hypothetical marriage. One spouse is aggressive and is the primary breadwinner. The other is submissive and stays at home wearing aprons and little maid's caps. The breadwinner is not interested in clothes, the other dresses in pretty swimsuits and chiffon tops.."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she looked sternly at me, and put a finger to her lips. I stayed quiet.

She smiled grimly. "And there's a perfect example of what I'm saying. Annette was my daughter. Lived with me through all her childhood, while I worked like the devil to train her to be a meek, obedient, feminine wife for some man, basically to dress in pretty clothes and do as I told her. In all these years, I had absolutely no success".

She leaned forward and took a hold of one of my chiffon sleeves. "On the other hand? You have been here about a day. You've presumably have had years of brainwashing to act and dress like a man, yet here you sit in a one piece lady's bathing suit, and a very feminine wrap. You start to say something - I put a finger to my lips, and you obediently shut up. I'm almost positive that you're the best possible spouse for Annette, but frankly my dear your status is just awry - you should be in training to be her wife. You'll obviously never be her husband in the true sense of the word."

"Suppose you're wrong?" I protested. "Suppose Annette wouldn't want a 'wife'? Suppose she wanted a husband?" She looked at me calmly. "Again Sally, I don't mean to offend, but do you think that Annette really cares what 'title' you have? I'd almost bet that she'd maybe get a shock to see you in your current outfit. But honestly now, do you think she'd care for long?" I licked my lips nervously. "Oh. I'm not so sure about that.." I started. She laid her hand back on my arm again. "Are you really sure about that? If you want to find out, give the girls a free hand. Tomorrow, let them do your hair, nails - and whatever else is needed. Wear a pretty dress, perfume behind your ears, you know?" "And then what?" I asked, my mouth dry.

"You meet Annette at the door when she comes home. If she sneers at you - doesn't like how you look - I'm wrong. If she compliments you, tells you how pretty you are - anything that shows acceptance of you in women's clothes - well, it would prove that I'm right." "Then what?" "Then there's obviously not much sense in you changing back, is there?"

She looked at me, still calm. "In less than twenty-four hours, you've demonstrated just how masculine you are. You wear lacy aprons while working in the kitchen. Right now, you're sitting in front of your mother in law in a girl's swimsuit, polka dot wrap - pretty sleeves by the way - and high heeled sandals. Your name, though actually 'Alan' has been changed, by degrees from 'Allie' - an androgynous name if ever I heard one - to Sally. I include you with the 'girls' when I talk to you. If I'm not mistaken you're wearing rosewater. Now. Honestly. Do you think that what I'm saying doesn't make some sense?"

She did make sense, I could see that. "What do have in mind for me?" I asked meekly. She relaxed visibly, accepting my implied surrender. "I want you to start by doing something that will immediately show that you've been listening to me.." "Eh?" I asked stupidly. "These stupid underpants that men wear. I want you to start wearing nice panties - satin. Lace trim - you know. You'll like them. Just give them a try - ok?" "Oh please mummy" I pleaded. "Panties? I can't wear panties!" She continued as if I'd never spoken " .. And, once you've done that, the girls will take you in hand - train you how to act properly .." She tittered a little. "For a girl, that is. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.."

"I.. I don't know, mummy.." I protested weakly. "Look" she said patiently. "It's just a trial. You'll only be here for a few months at most. After that, wear what you please. Same thing with the training. If Annette shows the slightest displeasure with the way we'll teach you to act - I'm not talking about her just teasing you now - the girls and I will stop the program immediately. When you leave us, you can do anything you like... What do you have to lose?"

It didn't appear that I'd much choice. On the way back into the house, she linked arms with me, and led me to the bottom of the stairs. "You may as well hang on to that costume." she said "But I'll ask Carol to see if she can find a wrap that'll go with it a little better - and, by the way these... garments.. we discussed? Look in the bottom right hand drawer of the dresser. You'll find them there."

She had neglected to tell me that my 'stupid' underpants had all magically disappeared - that was the first thing I discovered. The second was that, not only did the drawer she'd indicated contain panties - it also contained other, matching, articles of feminine - and I mean feminine, lingerie - bras, garter belts, stockings - pairs and pairs of them in different hues, half slips, full slips, camisoles, bustiers.. You name it.

I showered the traces of chlorine off then, with a funny mix of trepidation and (I must admit it) some anticipation, put on my first pair of panties. I picked a pair of grey satin with black lace trim, and must say that I got an immediate erection. Hastily, embarrassed, I pulled my pants over them, then got dressed and went downstairs. Sylvia and Carol were in their aprons already, swirling through the kitchen and dining rooms, preparing for dinner. They both smiled, welcoming me. Carol came and put her arm around my waist. "Carrie told us that she talked to you." She squeezed me "We're so glad! Aren't we Sylvia?" Sylvia nodded, smiling, even though she didn't reply. Carol continued. "Now. From here on in, we may have to nag at you or scold you now and then, but you do realize that it'll all be for your own good. You do realize that, don't you?"

Blushing furiously I nodded my agreement as I felt her finger probe for, and find, the lace trim of my panties, under the material of my pants. She patted me softly on the rear. "Very good Sally. Time to get your apron on. Let's get the work going, eh?"

. . .

Over the next couple of weeks, I was gradually transformed. I was taught to walk, stand, sit - and move "Like a young lady" during the day while Annette was at work. My outerwear was also gradually transformed to go with my more feminine behaviour. At first, it was pants and rather plain blouses I found hanging in my part of the closet, but these were soon replaced by more and more feminine versions. One day, I went downstairs in a pair of wide-legged silk pants, and a very frilly white blouse, sheer enough to show the straps of my bra and camisole underneath it.

This was something that never ceased to bother me, showing the straps, etc, of my lingerie. Most days though, I consoled myself, my apron straps hid these embarrassing indications of what kind of underwear I had on.

Sylvia, who was the bossier of the two girls approached me with what looked like a grey floral apron. Square neckline, broad shoulder straps, though heavily frilled, no sleeves. A very full skirt. "Here." she said. "Step into this, would you? I've opened it up to make it easy.."C'mon now.."

And I stepped into it, put my arms through the sleeve openings. She started fastening buttons down the back of the skirt. "Kind of unusual apron.. eh?" I asked as she tied the sash around my waist. "Eh?" She said, concentrating on getting a bow tied correctly. "A kind of unusual.." I started "What are you doing?" As she lifted my skirt, undid the front of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.

"Step out of these pants" she said firmly, so I did. "Now. What were you saying?" She asked.

I sighed. "I thought it seemed a kind of unusual apron. That's what I was saying." She laughed shortly. "Silly! That's a pinafore dress! Apron indeed!" "But why, Sylvia?" I complained. "These pants weren't masculine. Do I have to wear a dress?" "About time you were in dresses. I would have had you in one of Carol's chiffon numbers the second day you were here, but mummy wanted to give you some time. Today though, she's got some friends coming to visit the garden, and I felt that you should wear something appropriate. Now run along to Carol. Get her to make you up and, while you're at it, get her to give you a half slip for under that dress - I can see your legs.." "But.." I started "Sally!!!" Knowing what was good for me, I picked up my skirts and ran.

A half hour later, I went through a major embarrassment. Out in the garden, I was introduced to two of Carrie's friends as "Alan, my son in law".

As my hair had been pulled down from under my beribboned hat to frame my face - fully made up, as I was wearing a pearl necklace and earrings to match, and as I was in heels under the forementioned grey pinafore dress and frilly blouse, the last thing I had expected was to be identified with anything masculine.

My training took over. Without thinking, I dropped a quick little curtsey and held out my gloved hand to the elder of the two. "Very pleased to meet you ma'am" I whispered. "He blushes very nicely - long time since I've seen that" the woman said to Carrie, then, taking my hand. "You like wearing dresses?" She didn't wait for my reply. "Guess you must .. Otherwise you wouldn't be in one, would you?" "We actually call him Sally" Carrie added to no-one in particular. "Makes sense to me" the other lady said, taking my hand firmly as I curtsied, "But I'm bursting for a glass of your good sherry, Carrie. Are we going to stand out here blathering all day?"

And I found myself press-ganged into actually working as the maid for Carrie and her friends that afternoon, making and serving drinks, then later on, tea and cake. The fact that I had made my own apron and lace cap impressed the older ladies very much.

. . .

What was going on between Annette and me you may ask. Well, to tell the truth, I'm sure she suspected something. I always managed to shower and change before she got home, and get my hair pulled out of the softly falling waves that Carol was starting to form, and back into my ponytail.

At the same time though, I could feel the effects of my training starting to take more and more effect. I was being more considerate of her and her wishes. She really enjoyed me looking out her clothes for her - and especially touching up her undies with a warm iron, sewing her buttons on her blouses, and other 'support' activities. I also found myself speaking softer, swaying as I walked, and clinging to her more. Once I was talking to her while she got ready for dinner. She was in the bathroom while I was wandering around the bedroom, and we chatted through the open door. All of a sudden, horrified, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. While talking, I had been using lip rouge from one of her jars that were lying open. I was now in the process of outlining them with a fine brush. Panic stricken, I managed to remove the evidence with tissues before she came and caught me.

Under Carrie's and the girls approving eyes I behaved more and more like the little wife to her. If she noticed anything at all, she seemed to like the change, and I drifted more and more into my feminine role.

She had to fly up to San Francisco for a week. She wanted me to go with her - and I really wanted to go as well, but Carrie dissuaded me. "It's too good a chance to miss" she said. "All of this changing back and forward every night .. It isn't doing your training any good. Make some excuse and get out of it."

Obediently, I told 'Nette that I would just be in the way, and would probably interfere with all the work she had to do. Reluctantly, she agreed. An hour after she left I was in a royal blue lingerie set, my hair being permed, and my nails getting a manicure. Later, Carrie watched me closely as I applied my own makeup. "You've really done very well" she said approvingly. "By the time Annette gets back, you should be ready to show her how pretty you can be."

A tremor shook my hand as she said this. How I'd escaped detection I wasn't sure, but the thought of approaching my wife wearing the dresses and makeup that I was learning to enjoy, still terrified me. I swallowed.

She noticed my reaction. "Don't worry dear. She'll love you. Honest! Just wait and see!"

That afternoon, she went to visit some friends. Told us she wouldn't be home until after eight, and said to have dinner without her. Sylvia suggested that I change clothes shortly after Carrie drove off. In her own way, Sylvia was just as tough as 'Nette - and I surely was not going to argue with her. I did take note of the outfit she wanted me to wear. The floral chiffon over the silk sheath, and many ribbons falling from the shoulder. The floppy hat, ribbons again. The white gloves. The high, very high, heeled shoes that were fastened by straps.

"I don't know if I can walk in these shoes, Sylvia" I protested weakly. "That's ok" she said with a grin. "You won't need to do much walking in them."

I was puzzled by her attitude, but even more puzzled when we joined Carol in her room. She was different. Normally very feminine, she was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and leather boots.

"You look very..very.. macho" I managed to stutter. She grinned "And you're very pretty sweetie." Then she came over and hugged me, pulling me into her embrace. Her hand patted my buttocks, then stroked them. "Mmm..Mm you feel so nice!" She added. "Come and sit beside me on the couch."

Teetering in my high heels, I found myself being forced to join her, her arm around my shoulder leading me. As I had noticed the first day, she was stronger than I expected.

As we sat, she giggled. "I've got a question for you Sally. Suppose, just suppose, you got thrown in jail right now. How long d'you think it would be before you were some guys 'wife'?" I shuddered. "Oh god. What a thought. I don't think I could...I.. Couldn't..." "Of course you could!" She reassured me. "Some big hairy guy would just love to have you come visit him in his cell .. And I'll bet some of the other 'girls' there would just love to lend you makeup and pretty undies..And.."

Offended, I tried to get up, but she was holding me into her. "You're being mean Carol. I'm going to tell 'Nette" I said spitefully.

Her voice got sympathetic. "I'm sorry Sally. That wasn't very nice. But I'm trying to get to something." "What?" I said, trying not to cry. "Well. Just suppose they made a mistake, and threw you in a woman's prison? What then?" "I don't understand what you're talking about" I said, honestly. "Well. How long do you think it would take before you were some bull dyke's lady, just nestled in her arms, listening to some sweet talk, as she got you all ready for your honeymoon." "Not very long" I sighed. "Is that what you want me to say?" "So. Whatever environment you went to, you'd end up being the girl, right?" " I guess so" I whispered. She kissed me. "Course you would - and a pretty one too. Don't cry. Just one more question. But before I do, just let me do something for a minute."

I was trying to collect myself, and it took me some seconds to realize that she was binding my wrists with my dress ribbons. I still could move my arms, but only in a very limited manner. "What are you doing?" I asked. She ignored until she finished, then looked at me. "Last question. These hypothetical lovers of yours, both male and female. Which part of you do you think they'd use? This part?" She stroked my genitals through my dress "or this part?" And stroked my rear.

A horrible truth dawned on me. I giggled nervously. "Not you Carol, not you! Is that why you're dressed that way?" "Well someone has to do it to you. If you're going to go around Annette acting like a little wife, you better get ready to put out.. and it makes sense if you know what you're getting yourself in to, doesn't it? You'll like it, honest. Trust me!" She laughed and pulled me into a kiss. Trembling, I still couldn't help it. I followed my training and kissed her back, I even tried to snake my arms around her neck but, tangled in the ribbons as they were, I couldn't - so ended up lying passively in her arms as she kissed me.

Her actions had answered my question. "But why you Carol" I asked when she freed me, still scared and looking for a way to escape. "I thought Sylvia would be more..." "She is!" She agreed, "but we both have to take turns being the 'man' for each other, and we thought that I should be the first for you - I use a smaller dildo than her, and we figured it wouldn't hurt you as much.."

I surprised her by jumping up, and breaking her grip. Staggering I started to try and run, but the high heels wouldn't allow it. I also had difficulty maintaining my balance with my arms being tied the way they were. Squeaking in fear, I wobbled around the room. Laughing at my antics, she stalked me slowly for a while, cajoling me to 'behave like a good girl' and, even moving as slowly as she was, caught up with me easily. She then simply took me into her arms. I started to tremble violently.

"You can leave now Sylvia" she said. "Sally's not going to give me any more trouble, is she? She's going to be a good little girl, and come over to the bed for Carol.. here. Yes. That's right, over here.." She was lifting the hem of my dress as she spoke, pulling it up my thighs along with my slip while guiding me towards the bed. I heard the door open and Sylvia's comment "Be good girls. Don't do anything I wouldn't" and then the door closed. Carol's fingers were already stroking at my panties, and gently pushing me down backwards onto the bed at the same time. She left me lying there for about thirty or forty seconds, then came and lay beside me.

She must have taken her jeans off, because I couldn't feel the fabric against me. "Now inch down the bed a little, sweetie" she said. "Get your legs over the end of the bed. There's a girl!" She sat up beside me, and a lubricated finger started making inroads into my body. "Please Carol! Please!" I whispered "Don't do this to me. Please!" She paused for a minute. "Honest Sally. You've come so far, and so quick. You're just a 'natural'. Please trust me, you're going to like it - once you get used to it. I'm sure of it!"

"But suppose 'Nette finds out?" I whimpered. "Don't be silly. Of course she'll find out. And once she does, it won't be long before you're her little wife for sure then." "But surely 'Nette doesn't know how.." I started. I was flipped over on my face, and a pillow was shoved under my tummy. My legs were spread, and something cool and smooth - and somewhat bigger than a finger started pressing into me. "Who do you think taught Sylvia and me?" Carol laughed.

And something was filling me up. It hurt, and I started to try and fight back. She withdrew, and I thought I was going to be reprieved. Instead, I got a hard, stinging, slap on my buttocks - followed by another, and another. "Will you be good!" She panted. "Just relax, for heaven's sake! I'm losing patience. If you keep on being naughty, I'll call for Sylvia - she won't be so understanding. Now just stay there, open your legs again, and relax!"

The threat of bringing Sylvia back was enough to quieten me. Submissively, I resumed my previous position. The lubricated finger entered me again, worked it's excitement for a little while, then withdrew. Then the bigger thing came into me again. Weeping into the bedclothes must have relaxed me, because this time it just seemed to keep coming until I felt Carol's tummy touch my posterior.

"There, there!" she said comfortingly "That's the worst over now. But there's something I've got to do. Hold still a sec." She stretched for something, then felt under my body. I was ashamed when she found my erection. "Naughty girl!" She admonished me "Pretending you don't like it!" And she proceeded to put a condom on me, adding "If you're going to enjoy it that much, we don't want you making a mess of your pretty dress or the bed, do we?"

Then she came back inside me - it was much easier this time, then rode me - rode me as if I was a horse. Slowly at first, but speeding up all the while. She even made little 'yippeee' sounds as I bucked under her, thrusting in and out, in and out as I squealed for mercy. All of a sudden, I felt this awful pressure growing inside me. Then almost immediately, I ejaculated, a girlish high pitched squeal coming from my throat as I did so. I had never, ever, had such an orgasm. I lay panting on the bed. She withdrew immediately. "See sweetie" she said "Told you, didn't I? You did like it, didn't you?"

I hurt down there, no doubt existed in my mind about that. At the same time, painful though it'd been, there was .. something. I couldn't help it, a little giggle escaped from me. "Now I've got an idea of how a horse must feel" I snickered. "Did you manage to lasso anything while you were up there?" She laughed. "Guess we'd better get you back to the stables then horsy. Get you 'groomed' for the next rider, eh?" "As long as I get a month to recuperate" I said, laughing. "A little of that kind of stuff goes a long way.." I could tell by the way she stiffened that I'd said something wrong. I discovered how wrong I'd been when she answered, obviously searching for the correct wording, and speaking very slowly.

"Sally... I wasn't kidding. We're teaching you to be Annette's 'wife'. As part of that 'job', this is something you have to learn to do - and do well. Once, doesn't cut it - and we don't have a lot of time. I'm sorry, but I just broke the ice, so to speak. Sylvia's next .. And you'll have to demonstrate that you're not only willing - you'll have to show that you're very keen on the idea. Believe me, even if you're not that keen, you'd better learn to act fast. She'll keep coming back at you until you do - and I guarantee that you'll have a sore - no, a very sore - little tush if she does."

I looked at her in genuine horror, my good humor of just a few moments before forgotten. "When? .. When are you talking about?" Blushing, she wouldn't meet my eyes, and looked intently at the floor. "She's waiting for you just now." She admitted. "Oh God, oh God" I crooned "... Now?" She nodded. I thought fast, and collected my wits about me. "Carol. Will you help me? I'm really sore. If she's bigger than you, I need some time to pull myself together.." "I don't know..." She said doubtfully "She really fancies you in that way. She's been drooling over the thought of getting you for weeks. I don't think I could talk her out of..."

"Oh! I'm not trying to get you to talk her out of it." I said. "I just need a couple of hours - some time to relax. Here's what I thought. Tell her anything you want about how I reacted - but instead of telling her how scared I am of her, tell her that I really do want to learn how to do it right, and I'd like to bathe, and change into something prettier - just for her. Would you do that for me, please Carol?"

She looked at me doubtfully "You're not trying to pull a fast one, are you?" I shook my head. "Honestly Carol, no. I'm telling you the truth, but right now I'm too frightened - and that's probably going to make me too tense. I don't know if I'll be better or not in an hour or so - but I can't get any worse - please?"

She made up her mind. "Ok - but on two conditions.." "What are they?" I said warily. "One - you bathe and change here. Two. You let me pierce your ears." "I've no problem with using your suite" I answered "But won't the holes show in my ear lobes?" "Yes" she admitted "and after wearing earrings for a couple of years, they'll be really noticeable - but a little pancake makeup will cover them pretty good at the beginning.. assuming that you want to hide them from Nette .. Do we have a deal?" I had to get some respite. Wearily, I surrendered, and nodded my head. "Ok" she said. "Stay here until I get back. I won't be long." She looked at me searchingly. "Don't be playing any games now. All deals are off if I catch you doing anything like trying to run away or anything." I sank into a chair. "Carol. I couldn't run anywhere - not even if my life depended on it. I'll be in this chair when you get back. Honest!" She smiled. "Makes sense." And left the room.

She wasn't but a few minutes. Returned carrying some lingerie in her hand. "I don't think that Sylvia quite believed me," she said "but she'll go with this scenario - and see how you do. You'll be in these.." She held up what looked like a pink babydoll and peignoir set, ".. And be in an amorous mood for your husband .. her.. coming home from work. You've got almost.." She looked at her watch "exactly two hours. Ok?"

"Thanks Carol" I said gratefully. "Thanks a lot!" "Ok. My suite is yours... And for a little tip, if you want, Sylvie really likes it when I wear a little Shalimar perfume - there's some on my dresser if you want it. And you can help yourself to any of my makeup you fancy."

"Just one other thing Carol?" I asked shyly. "Yeah?" "You know that stuff.. the stuff you used on your finger? Is any left?" She looked at me, and grinned slightly. "Now I really think you are going to try" she said.

. . .

Two hours later I was sitting waiting for Sylvia. Bathed, scented, lubricated. Pink scuffs to match my baby dolls and peignoir. Hair carefully fixed as well as I could, soft waves falling down each side of my face, to frame my crimson lips, shadowed eyes, blushed cheeks.

A knock came to the door. "Sally darling. You in there? I'm home!" "Yes dear" I called out, putting down my magazine, and hurrying to the door, to meet Sylvia as she came in.

She had changed her clothes as well but, instead of masculine clothes like Carol had worn, she was in a severely cut grey suit with a knee length skirt, white blouse, hair pulled back into a bun. For a frightening moment, I thought she was 'Nette. I ran to her and gave her a big kiss. "Oh! I'm so glad to see you" I cried. "I've been so lonely all day!" She pulled me into her arms and kissed me firmly. I pressed into her, and wound my arms around her neck, then let out tiny gurgles of happiness as her hands slid down my front, then inside my peignoir to caress my rear.

She worked me for a moment or so, then I started undressing her - first her jacket, which I unbuttoned then slid off to fall on the floor, then her skirt which followed it. She lifted her feet clear, then surprised me by sweeping me up in her arms, carrying me to the couch, and flopping down softly so that I was now cocooned in her lap.

"You my pretty Sally?" She cooed at me "Gonna be Syl's girl? All sweet and soft and nice smelling? Have Syl come inside you, all hard, make an honest woman of you? Say 'pretty please' Sally."

And I said that, and made many more pleas for her to make love to me, as I kissed and caressed her, and twined my body around, beside, then finally, under her. It was still painful when she entered me, but I managed to change my little squeal of pain into one of delight as she did so.

After it was all over, she kissed me goodbye. "You did a super job Sally. I can't believe it was all an act - but even if it was, you were very sweet." She kissed me lightly again "In fact, I don't think we need practice any more .. Unless, of course, you feel you need some more ...?" She laughed when I didn't say anything. Simply picked up her clothes that had been removed in our lovemaking and left, without even bothering to put them back on again.

Carol came back in about five minutes later. "Time for your ears, Sally. Now you're not going to make a fuss now, are you?" As making any kind of fuss was the furthest thing from my mind, I gave her a tired smile, then followed all of her instructions obediently. In no time at all, she was holding up a mirror to let me see the simple gold posts inserted in my ear lobes. "Not tomorrow, but the next day, you'll be able to wear any kind of earrings" she gushed "and it wasn't sore, was it?"

I shook my head dreamily - I'd hardly felt a thing. "Thank you Carol. No, it wasn't sore at all. You're very good at it." She beamed at me. "Well Sally, Sylvia was very impressed. You did very nicely - but why don't you go and take a nap in your own room? I'll wake you for dinner when mummy gets home - you must be tired."

Sleepily, I agreed. Slowly, I climbed out of the bed, put on my peignoir over my baby dolls, found my slippers and put them on. Wafted back to my own room - and fell asleep on top of my bed immediately.

. . .

When I woke up I was 'Sally'. There was absolutely no embarrassment as I saw myself in the mirror walking to my closet to pick out the clothes I was going to wear that evening. The pink peignoir drifted around my body properly - no exaggerated sway, no effeminized primping - just a nice, feminine walk. Other than a trace of impatience with my 'limited' wardrobe, there was no sense of loss as I collected all of my 'old' clothes and pushed them firmly to the far end of the closet.

There was no sense of 'wrongness' as I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, the gold bracelet sliding on the silk sleeve of my blue dress as I did so. The necklace to match the bracelet. The turquoise comb in my hair to match the blue of the dress. Nor was there any loss of confidence as I walked downstairs to join the others for dinner.

And, without one comment being made, I had truly joined the ranks of women that evening before we all retired for bed. All of a sudden, there were no reminders for me as to how walk, stand, sit. There was no more emphasis on the 's' in my name when they addressed me. There was no concentration on 'women's' topics in our conversation. It dawned on me - I was now one of them, accepted and liked for what I was - not what I could be. Altogether, it was an extremely pleasant evening.

The next day passed in a dreamy sort of way. Looking back now, I realize that I was just beginning to accept what, and who, I was. The others seemed to recognize this and left me alone to my thoughts. That evening though, at dinner, mummy suggested that us three girls go and have a shopping spree the next day - a sort of 'celebration' as she put it - and, we could maybe get something for the month-end 'slumber party', a tradition that they'd held for years. I was just as delighted as the other two at the offer - it was made very clear who was footing the bill - and accepted the offer with alacrity. My only concern was that 'Nette would be home in time for the 'party' - and what would I wear to it?

The following morning was an introduction to another crisp, clear, day. I was wearing a black and white, polka dot dress with a very full skirt, a scarlet leather belt with shoes earrings and handbag to match, a black cloche hat with a straw veil that came to just under my mouth and, at the girl's suggestion, a black, light-weight, coat with a sling back.

It was my first time ever to be out of the house, in public, in my new clothes. I didn't feel nervous though - just sat in the car chattering and laughing with Carol and Sylvia, while mummy drove us to our destination. I was a little frightened to discover where we were when she stopped, and I found that we were getting out at the airport - destination San Francisco - to visit a great little boutique as Sylvia described it.

I had never flown first class before, but thoroughly enjoyed the pampering we got, even if it was only for an hour or so - the stewardesses were so kind!

The boutique was fantastic! I've heard of buying frenzies. Carol and Sylvia went haywire - I couldn't believe the amount of money they spent on clothes. I was shy - frightened I guess of being 'found out' but, at the same time, not wanting to take advantage of my mother in law's generosity. Even then, I must have spent quite lot on a couple of dresses, and a gorgeous set of crimson lingerie. While the other two were engrossed, I did find something of interest. The girl who served me gave me a knowing grin, but gift wrapped it prettily for me. I felt wrong about using mummy's money for it, so paid for it in cash, and stuck it in my handbag before the other two saw me.

Then, nothing would satisfy the girls, but that we should take lunch at the Mark Hopkins (where 'Nette was staying) for lunch. The meal was delicious - but the shock when I saw 'Nette finishing her meal was terrible! She was sitting with two young ladies, one I recognized as being an administrative type aide to one of the managers back east, the other I'd never met. They were having an animated talk about something - quite a lot of arm waving going on, but in a reasonably good humor.

"I need to go the little girl's room Sally" Carol said. "C'mon and keep me company." I was needing to go myself, but the thought of my first visit to a 'ladies' restroom did scare me some. "I don't really need to go" I lied. "But I need you!" She insisted. "I'll have to pass Annette's table and, if you're not there to hide me, she'll see me - and then where will you be when she wants to know who you are? Eh?"

So, shaking in my high heels. My sister in law clinging to me, giggling the whole time, I passed within three feet of my wife. The terror of what could transpire if she recognized Carol almost paralyzed me, but we made it to, and back, from the ladies without incident (I did use one of the stalls while I was there and, at Carol's insistence, freshened up my lipstick.)

The rest of the trip was anti-climatic. Mummy wasn't available to meet us at LAX, so we took a taxi home. She came in a few minutes after we arrived at the house, and nothing would do but we show her our purchases. She was delighted at what I'd bought but, instead of being upset at how much I'd spent, seemed if anything, a bit put out at how little I had purchased. I didn't show her the gift I had in my purse though.

We all kissed her our thankyous for being so nice, and retired to our rooms. I wore one of my new dresses to dinner that night, and got some very nice compliments on my good taste.

. . .

'Nette called the next morning, to say she'd be in on the four o'clock flight that day. Neither the girls nor mummy made any comments when I appeared later - back in my men's clothes, no makeup, my hair back in it's ponytail. A pall of disappointment fell on the whole house. I started to try and tell them a number of times about the terror I was in at the thought of appearing in front of my wife in girls clothes, but couldn't get the words out of my mouth.

Mummy even mentioned that it might be a good idea to cancel the 'end of the month' slumber party set for that night, but the girls talked her out of it. "Annette will wonder why" Sylvia said. Carol backed her up, and mummy relented. I was still in a quandary as to what to wear. The thought of having to wear my flannel pajamas and wool robe - when I had so many nice things now - was very disturbing.

'Nette's plane was delayed, so she called and told us that she'd just get a taxi - and just to have dinner without her. We were just finishing the dishes when she arrived. She looked a little drawn around the eyes, but seemed unusually vibrant - had a present, gift wrapped, for everyone but me. "Don't open them until later" she told them. She grinned at me archly. "It's been a while sweetie. Why don't you let me go up and clean up, then you can come up ... maybe join me?"

Her meaning was very clear, and I blushed a lot as the girls teased me while we finished clearing up. I took my apron and turban off, and started heading upstairs. "Remind her that it's slumber party night." Carol giggled "Don't let her get all tired out now." I blushed again, but nodded as I left.

I was surprised when I got into our room. I was only about twenty minutes behind her, but 'Nette was out of the shower, and in her nightdress. And what a nightdress it was! A beautiful full, flowing, creation that drifted around her as she moved. Long sleeved, light bands at the forearm and upper arms, puffing the sleeves out. A scoop neckline, identical at the front and back. I noticed something, and coughed delicately. "That's lovely dear. I've never seen you wear anything quite so..(I was going to say feminine, but caught myself in time) .. beautiful. But don't you think you have it on backwards..?"

She scowled a little at me, and shrugged. "What difference does it make? Just the same, front and back." And she pulled the bedclothes back and jumped into bed, a big grin on her face now. "Get your little tush in here now" she ordered "It's been a long time without my sweetie! Don't bother with your pj's - I'd just have to rip 'em off." She added.

I turned out the lights, undressed quickly, and slid in beside her. Lips found mine immediately, and arms pulled me into her. Submissively, I melted, and the next thing was that she was on top, her legs straddling my chest. She sat up straight, and lifted her nightgown up, baring her breasts. "Here," she said "Kiss 'em.. That's right.. Here!"

And, as I kissed her breasts, she let the nightdress fall again, this time forming a tent over my head. She gurgled with contentment. "Yes. Yes. That's nice! Now. Stroke my breast..Here." And she guided my right hand up to her breast. "Yeah! Now do the other one!" And my left hand became likewise engaged. She wriggled so that she was now lying further down my body. "Stroke my arms" she said "No! Don't take them outside. Do it inside my nightdress."

I figured out what she wanted, and slid my hand up inside her sleeve, stroking her arm. She shivered in delight. "Now do the other arm." I started to pull my hand back, needing it for balance. "No" she said realizing why I was withdrawing "Just do the other one as well - I'll hold onto you." So I did as she'd told me, but felt very precarious.

"Perfect!" She said. "Now just stay there - don't move a muscle!" And, before I knew it, she had slithered down inside her nightdress, then extricated herself from it, then was back on top of me - with me now enveloped in the gown. She tugged me upright, then pulled my arms completely through the sleeves. Finally , she pulled the neck opening down over my head.

"You can sit up now Sally." She said "See? Now the labels at the back, just where it should be. Now, let's get your pretty hair down - eh?" And with that, she loosened my hair band, and my hair waved down around my face. "Mm..Mmm" she cooed "and let's make love now, eh?" "You guessed what the girls and mummy were doing to me?" I asked. "Wasn't really hard to figure" she answered, starting to pull me into her arms. I wiggled against her seductively. "Could you hold it for a minute 'Nette?" I whispered "Wouldn't you prefer me with my makeup on?" I could feel her grin happily beside me. "Sure Sally" she replied "but don't take a long time" "I won't" I promised, and quickly jumped out of bed, ran to the dresser, turned on the light there, added a touch of lipstick, and a trace of perfume. "I'll be prettier for you tomorrow" I promised "But here. Before you start. I bought you a present." And I handed her the small gift.

In the half light from the dresser lamp, I could see her puzzlement as she stripped the paper off. Then she opened the box, and her eyes widened. "It's an antique" I whispered "Genuine ivory. Very old." I saw her pull the dildo from the box. She grinned. Don't think this has been used in some time. "What d'you think? Wanna turn the light out and get back in bed?"

With alacrity, I took her up on her offer.

The End