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From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Subject: New TG: The French Twins (Les Gemeaux Francais)   by Thomas Legier   (1/2)

Hi.

  Consider this, you are an adopted child and after a long time you
heard from your real granny that your real mom has died. She live in
another contry and you decide to visit her. She is a rather unusual
person and own a lingerie shop in Hollywood ;).

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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The French Twins (Les Gemeaux Francais)

                                                            by Thomas Legier


I was born in Toulouse eighteen years ago in a small apartment overlooking
the Garonne river in the south of France.  This is about all I knew of my
birth because my mother gave me up for adoption to a young couple who was
childless and I never saw or met my birth mother again.  I grew up as an
only boy in a very middle class French family, even attending Lycee in
Paris.  I only learned of my adoption when I was twelve from my adoptive
mother and I often wondered what my birth mother would think of me, and I
her, after so many years.

One day a letter came from Los Angeles in America for my mother.  It was
from a woman named Monique Tourneau who explained that she was the mother of
my birth mother, my grande-mere I had never met.  She also explained that my
mother had died in an auto accident where she was living in Montreal.  I was
filled with sadness knowing that I was never to see my birth mother alive
but I decided I would like to visit my grande-mere, Monique, in Los Angeles
to see what I could learn about my mother.

I sent Monique a letter and a recent picture of me at the sea, and asked to
visit her to talk about my mother.  She was very happy to get a letter from
me and sent me a picture of herself as well.  Monique was a 42 years old
with blond hair and a beautiful face, especially her blue eyes which were
like mine.  She was wearing a black dress which showed quite a bit of
cleavage and I remember thinking she looked pretty sexy for a grande-mere.
She wanted me to come visit her and stay at her apartment so I borrowed some
money from my folks, got my passport, and left Orly for LAX on a Saturday.

Once in LA I took a cab to her apartment.  It was in West Los Angeles near
Melrose where there are many clothing shops.  When I arrived at the address
she sent me I thought it might be a mistake because it was the address of a
corsetiere, or lingerie shop as they say in America.  Then I noticed there
was a stairway beside the shop that led up to some apartments above the
shop.  I rang the bell and held my breath.

"Mon dieur, Thomas.", Monique said smiling with suddenly tearful eyes.  "I
never believed I'd see you and now, here you are.  Hurry, come in.  We have
so much to discuss."

We hugged for a bit and she kissed me several times until I felt a twinge of
embarrassment at her affection.  She was my grande-mere but she was also a
very stunning and attractive woman that I'd never known before in my life.
She had voluptuous breasts that squeezed against me as she held me.  I hoped
she wouldn't notice that I had developed an unexpected erection.

We had coffee and shared a small gateau as she told me about my mother.  Her
name was Julie and she was only sixteen when I was born.  My father was
another boy in the town who refused to marry her so she gave me up.  Later
she moved to Montreal and worked as a dancer in a club.  I sensed from
Monique's tone that it was more seamy than she was letting on but I didn't
press her on it.

She showed me a few faded photos of my mother.  She was more beautiful than
I could have imagined which made her death all the more tragic to me.  After
several hours we began to discuss Monique and her life in America.

"I came here as a seamstress and now I own the corsetiere shop.", Monique
revealed with some pride.  "I design lingerie for my clients, some of whom
are in films and television and need some 'special' help with different
areas.  I am very good and...very discreet n'est pas.  There is a shop in
back where the lingerie is cut and sewn by my 'helpers'.  They come to
America from Mexico and I help them with work.  They are good workers and
work very cheap."

"Perhaps I could help out in your shop while I'm here.  It might help me
earn my keep.", I offered.

"Ah, that it could be.", Monique replied with a grin.  "The girl that
usually helps me had a family emergency and will not be back for several
weeks.  I'm actually trying to hire a girl to help me during the day with
the fittings and retail customers.  But I'm afraid a man, especially a young
handsome man like you Thomas, would make my woman clients...self-conscious.
They often must undress completely to be fitted with the very sexy and
revealing things I design.  And they may spend hours before the shop mirrors
in just their lingerie trying to decide what to buy.  Its really just 'pour
les dames' and yet...  peut-etre..."

Monique looked at me with a very queer smile.  Her eyes followed down my
body to my legs and back up.

"Let me see your hands, Thomas.  Hold them out for me.", Monique asked.

She took each of my hands in hers.

"Mmmmm.  You have small bones like Julie.  And your nails are well kept.
Now, take down your pants.", she insisted suddenly.

"Pardon?", I responded in a higher voice than even my usual tone.

"Thomas.  I've seen a man before.  I just want to see your legs for a
moment, s'il vous plait?"

I was a bit hesitant since I had not worn underwear for some time.  Yet I
sensed that my nakedness before her was most commonplace.  And I had never
been shy before women before, even older women whom I'd bedded in Paris as a
much younger boy.  I unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the floor, then
stepped out of them.  All I had on was a white polo shirt.  My vigorous
erection had reasserted itself and did not go unnoticed as Monique inspected
me from her seat across the room.

"Perhaps you have something against underpants, mon cheri?", she chided me.
"This is not good for my business.  Turn.  I want to see your derriere as
well."

I modeled before her acutely aware that I was beginning to desire her and
sensing that she was wanting me, as a woman wants a man to be a lover.

"You have very smooth legs, not unlike a woman as well.  Your knees still
look a bit boney but with the proper hose...Still you have a very small
stature, your shoulders are not terribly broad, and you have very little
body hair."

"What are you thinking, Monique?  Do you think I could pass for a woman and
work in the shop?  Even if I looked like a woman, there are many small
details that might give me away.  Walking, for instance."

"C'est vrai.  But I have seen men become women in both appearance and
mind...  with the right help.  As you become a woman in dress...you will
begin to feel and move like a woman.  With a few pointers...and some of my
custom lingerie, I think you might be a very pretty girl...not unlike your
mother, Julie.  Shall we see what Monique can do?"

I had seen the 'drag queens' at the various shows in Paris and I knew how
beautiful a man could become, to the point that it was almost impossible to
tell he was a man.  I had never been attracted to any 'gay' experience yet
the notion of making up and dressing in the sensuous clothes of a woman
excited me...unexpectedly.  Perhaps it would be fun as well.

"Where do we start, Monique?", I said removing my polo shirt and standing
nude before her.

                                ******

She moved next to me...close and warm.  I expected her to kiss me but
instead she reached down and wrapped her soft hand around my cock, leading
me to the back of her apartment as if I were on a leash.

"Mon petit Thomas, you will never pass for a woman with this angry young
cock poking out from under your skirt.  I think we first my satisfy the man
in you before we can bring out...the woman."

When we had reached her bedroom she stopped and reached down, lifting her
knit dress up over her waist.  She had on white thong panties and black
thigh top stockings underneath.  The stockings had lacy tops that contrasted
with her smooth white thighs above.  She lifted the dress all the way over
her head and shook her long blond hair as it came off.  Reaching in back,
she released her white lace bra and freed her very large breasts.  Her
nipples were large and erect, circled by very wide aureoles that were dusty
pink.

I bent and took her breast in my mouth, teasing the nipple till she moaned
in a deep, hoarse voice.  I moved down over her belly, licking and kissing
her smooth warm skin.  Her pussy hair was very neatly trimmed which I
thought was odd for an older woman but it showed her care for herself.  Her
belly was only a bit paunched, just enough to make a soft fleshy fold for me
to lick above her pubic hair.

As I opened her pussy with my fingers I noticed how fresh and wet she was.
Her labia were thin and light pink, more like a young girls than a woman.  I
drew my tongue over her protruding clit and felt her thighs quiver against
my cheeks.

"Your tongue feels so sweet.  Put it inside me, Thomas.  Eat my pussy."
Monique gasped between her moans.

We moved to the bed where Monique demonstrated her appetite for sucking a
man's cock.  She took me into her mouth in long, deep strokes until I could
feel the back of her throat with my tip.  Her mouth was wet and her fingers
stroked me faster and faster as if she wanted me to come in her mouth right
then.  Before I could erupt though, I stopped her and rolled her onto her
back.

My beautiful grande-mere drew up her black stockinged thighs and opened her
pink pussy for me.  I slid into her carnal embrace feeling her thighs clasp
my sides as my chest pressed into her warm, velvety breasts.  We looked into
each other's sparkling blue eyes as my cock began its lazy ascent up into
her very wet vagina.  With my balls were slapping against her, she closed
her eyes and let out a long, passionate sigh.

We kissed and tongued one another, thrusting and rocking together in the
most intimate of human experiences.  I felt her arch up and shudder from her
orgasm, holding her breath until the spasms of pleasure subsided then
exploding in a gasp of utter joy and release.

"AHHHHHHHH, Mon Dieur, c'est incroyable.  You fuck me so good, Thomas."

Inside her wetness flowed down over my cock like stream that trickled down
the crack of her ass.  I could no longer resist my own climax and with a few
last violent strokes, I pulled out and spewed my hot semen out onto her pink
pussy lips.

I would take more than just one orgasm to quell my young lust.  We fucked
with Monique on top and she came again at least twice more.  I fucked her
from the rear 'comme les chiennes' and shot my next load of semen onto her
back.  After a brief rest she sucked me off until I came in her mouth, at
last feeling relieved and drained enough to lose my erection.

As I held her against me she spoke.

"You make love with fire, my Thomas.  Like a fiery man.  Now you must learn
to look...and feel as a beautiful woman feels.  Come, we must start the
process now if you are to be ready to help me in the shop by Monday."

                                ******

Monique led me from the bedroom to a door in the middle of her apartment
that opened onto a staircase.  I followed her down the stairs to the shop on
the first level.  She wore only her black stockings and high heels while I
was still nude.  We could stand only for a moment in the front of the shop
which was visible from the street through the store window.

Further back were several stalls for changing each with a large full length
mirror.  There were also several leather chairs, a sofa against the wall,
and a small coffee table perhaps for those waiting during the fittings.  As
we went through another door we came upon the sewing area.  It was perhaps
10 by 15 meters and cluttered with sewing machines, rolls of fabric, and
various tools used for making the custom lingerie including a number of
mannequins.  I counted four sewing machines all together making me suspect
Monique was doing very well in her business.

As we walked to the very back of the shop I noticed a large exterior door
painted bright red with small black lettering in the middle.  The door
appeared to lead to the building next door and was strangely out of place.
The lettering was in French:


     L'ECOLE DU DOULEUR


"Thomas", Monique called, "Stand over here by the table while I measure
you."

I joined her beside a large wooden table covered with bolts of lace.  She
carefully measured my hips, chest, and waist, then shook her head.

"Giving you a woman's figure will take some doing.  We must do as much as
possible with the natural body before we resort to artificial padding.
First, I must narrow your waist.  That will bring out your hips and bust by
itself."

She brought a white corset from the front of the shop.  It had four garters
attached and included a brassiere.  I held it around my waist and she used a
large metal hook to close it around me.  I inhaled to bring in my abdomen
and with much effort she fastened it.  My waist was narrowed by almost four
inches giving me a curving figure but nearly causing me to faint.

"Now, we must hide your manhood but in a way that will be wearable all day.
Spandex panties would perhaps work but they would have to be too tight and
warm.  If you are going to wear a dress you should at least be cool and
comfortable like a woman, n'est pas?  No, let me have the corset and I will
fix something more comfortable for you."

Monique cut a triangle of a very loose elastic mesh fabric and quickly
attached an edge to the front of the corset.  Then she sewed an elastic
garter strap from the corner of the web to the back of the corset slipping
it through an adjusting tab before affixing it.  I put on the corset again
and passed the strap between my legs.  The web mesh pulled my penis and
balls between my legs as Monique pulled the elastic strap taught in the
back.  My abdomen now protruded with the triangle of my pubic hair looking
remarkably like a woman's.  It would allow me to become erect without
tenting out the front of my skirt or dress and without crushing my balls as
well.  The mesh allowed any breeze to pass through, keeping everything free
and cool.

To fill my brassiere Monique used plastic inserts that felt incredibly
realistic and even grew warm against my skin as they were held in place.  I
cupped my new breasts which felt so real and soft that I began to get
aroused but the elastic webbing held me securely.

She measured my foot and brought out several pairs of stockings which I
could try on with the rest of my clothes upstairs.

We returned to her apartment where she continued my transformation into a
lovely woman.  I removed the corset and caught my breath while Monique drew
a hot bath for me.  After soaking for a bit she carefully shaved the light
hair on my legs, arms, and underarms, then had me shave my face twice very
closely to remove any trace of stubble.  I normally only shaved every other
day or so, having a very light blond beard which grows slowly.

After toweling off she massaged me all over with a lightly scented oil that
would smooth and soften my skin...and give me the floral fragrance of a
woman.  Then we walked back to the bedroom and sat before her large dresser
mirror where she would begin to apply my makeup.

Monique was very skilled and applied only enough foundation and blusher to
mask my rougher male skin but not too much that would look artificial.  She
carefully made up my eyes and lashes, then applied lip liner and lipstick to
complete my face.

Before fitting me with a wig from her own collection she tied a nylon band
around my forehead and pulled back my own hairline, lifting my forehead and
eyebrows.  My eyes were pulled up as well giving me an even more youthful
and feminine expression.  At last she place a brunette shoulder length wig
on my head.  The natural hair was cut straight with short bangs that fell
just above my eyebrows.

I looked in the mirror but I did not recognize myself.  Instead I was
looking at an exquisitely beautiful young brunette woman, a woman I would
have been most attracted to had I met her on the street.  I was aroused at
the sight of my own loveliness.

"May I call you...Terese?  Yes, Terese it is.", Monique said as she looked
back smiling at me from the mirror.  "Tres joli, Terese."

"What will I do for clothes, Monique?  I doubt your things would fit me
properly.  You have such a woman's figure and mine is...well a bit
straighter.  And shoes.  I'll need to get shoes.", I said in a sudden panic.

"There was a girl who worked for me this summer who went back to school and
left some things here.  She was petite in the chest and about your height.
Let me find her valise.", Monique said as she rummaged through her closet.
"Ah, here it is.  And she left some shoes here as well.  Try them on first."

She handed me a pair of black patent leather high heels.  I slipped them on
my smallish foot and...voila, they fit as if they were my own.  I stood
somewhat unsteadily at first, walking about carefully until I felt I had my
balance.  The heels had the remarkable effect of forcing out by buttocks and
exaggerating my calves which added to my feminine illusion.

Monique took a blue and white polka dot dress from the valise and held it
against my nude form checking for length.  It was perfect.

"Now", she said getting excited, "I want to see it all.  I want to see
Terese all dressed and ready for her new job in the lingerie shop."

She helped me back into the restrictive corset and attached the strap that
pulled up the crack of my ass, holding my maleness between my thighs.  I
took off the shoes and sat on the bed, slipping on the sheer nylon stockings
that Monique handed to me.  The stretchy material clung to my bare legs like
a second skin and felt smooth and utterly feminine.  I had enjoyed feeling
the stockings on a woman's legs many times, under her skirt, or against my
back as we made love, but wearing them on my own legs was somehow more
erotic.

Then I stood and dropped the lightweight dress over my head being careful
not to muss my brunette tresses.  As the silky material draped over me I
shivered in pleasure.  It clung to my new curves and swished about my legs
as I walked briskly in the spindly high heels.  I felt both dressed and yet
nearly nude at the same time as the air wafted under the pleated full skirt
revealing my thighs and a bit of my garters.

"Magnifique, Terese.", Monique beamed.  "But we must now see if you can fool
the rest of the world as well as your dear grande-mere.  Let's go out for a
bit so you can practice walking and we can get your nails done.  Your hands
will give you away unless we do something about your nails."

Before leaving Monique found a purse for me to carry and a pair of Italian
sun glasses.  As we walked out onto Melrose a soft breeze blew past and
lifted my skirt just a bit.  Nervously I grabbed at it to keep it in place
but Monique reprimanded me.

"All women are a bit of the exhibitionist, Terese.  Don't be so modest,
especially since you look so lovely.  Unless you dress is blowing above your
waist you should just let it tease your...admirers."

As we walked together arm in arm I could see the glances I was getting from
several young men we passed.  I had been on the other side many times trying
to catch the eye of an attractive woman and I knew how to react...with bored
indifference.  It felt utterly powerful to ignore their looks and comments
with a haughty flip of my brown hair.

We had dinner at a small cafe and then stopped at a nail salon where I had
my fingernails done in the French style.  I had mastered walking in the high
heels quickly but my feet were becoming sore from my inexperience.  It was
just getting dark as we sat together on a bench in a small, nearly deserted
park several blocks from Monique's apartment.

With her instructions I practiced sitting and crossing my legs to look more
lady like.  It took conscious effort to keep my knees together at first but
I soon fell into the habit.  Monique moved next to me on the bench and began
caressing my thigh under my skirt.

"I hope you have not become too much of a woman and lost the urge to be...
a man again."

Her hand pushed up my light skirt and forced my legs apart, then pulled the
web mesh over my erection to one side freeing me at long last.  She brought
her tender mouth down over my stiff shaft and began sucking me as we sat on
the public bench.  I held her soft blond hair as her wet mouth glided
rapidly up and down over my now slippery penis.  I cupped my new breasts as
if they were my own flesh experiencing both male and female pleasure
simultaneously.

"Oh Monique.  I'm going to come right now...Oh yes...yes...AHHHHHHHHHH."

I ejaculated into her hungry mouth, my stockings pressing into her face as I
arched up against her.  After smoothing my skirt we got up holding hands in
the European manner and walked back to her apartment.

I had so enjoyed my transformation that I was reluctant to undress, afraid
to lose the feelings the clothes gave me.  Then Monique produced a short
nylon nightie from the valise and suggested I could sleep in that if I
liked.  It was very soft and silky and I wore it without the panties,
falling asleep in the large double bed beside mon grande-mere.

                                ******

Morning soon came and we bathed together in the large tub before Monique
began dressing me and herself.  Eventually I would learn to put on my makeup
but it would be some time before she could trust me to create the correct
effect.  We went down to open the shop together about 11:00 in the morning.

At first Monique showed me how to work the cash register and had me do some
restocking of shelves before any customers came in.  The retail shop was
filled with the most erotic panties and bras, camisoles and garter belts,
and corsets and foundation items I had ever seen.  It smelled of lilac and
potpourri and I soon learned where everything was supposed to go.

Monique also showed me two appointment books.  One was labeled 'Fittings'.
The other was marked 'Etudes'.

"Monique", I asked looking at the second book.  "Do you also teach French?
I saw the door in the back with the sign that said 'School of Pain'.  I
thought perhaps it was a students joke.  Is that what the 'lessons' book is
for?"

"The 'etudes' are for some of my special clients.  If you get a call from a
woman wishing to schedule a lesson you will mark the time in this book.
Perhaps if we are not too busy I will let you sit in when I give a lesson.",
she said with a strange expression.

As we spoke the front door opened and four Mexican women filed into the
shop.  They were the seamstresses that would be working in the back
tailoring the custom orders for lingerie.  Monique introduced me to each.

One was named Marissa and she was much younger than the others, perhaps
seventeen or eighteen, and was obviously quite pregnant in her seventh or
eight month.  She was also very pretty with dark eyes and long black hair
that hung down her back.  She was wearing a simple blue print maternity
dress with a short skirt that revealed her lovely bare legs beneath.

I looked into her eyes and she smiled sweetly, then looked away embarrassed
as she glided past me to the sewing room in the back of the shop.  With her
large belly and short loose dress she was very sexy to me and I vowed I
would try to seduce her either as a Terese or Thomas, whichever she might
prefer.

Whatever concern Monique might have had about my passing as a woman was soon
forgotten as the day went on.  Several women came in in the morning for
'fittings'.  Monique had asked me to help with taking measurements so I
escorted a young woman back to the dressing area in the middle of the shop.

She was an attractive married woman named Katheryn in her thirties and
dressed nicely as if she were wealthy.  I stood transfixed, trying not to
reveal my interest as the woman began to casually undress before me.  She
removed her dress, her bra, and finally her pantyhose and panties and stood
in the center of the carpeted dressing room totally nude as if she were in
her own bedroom.

I could feel my erection straining at the web mesh as I carefully measured
her breasts, then her waist, and finally her hips with my tape measure.  My
hands glided over her bare buttocks and brushed her pubic curls but she was
unaware of my arousal.  I could smell the mixture of her perfume and her
woman scent as I leaned near her pussy to read the tape measure.  I was
squatting beside her with my skirt pulled up over my stockings but she could
not see my pulsing cock pressed between my legs begging to be satisfied.

As I wrote down the measurements she sat back on the leather sofa, reading a
magazine with one leg up giving me an unobstructed view of her open vagina.
If this was working I must have died and gone to Heaven.

She selected several lacy teddies and custom bras which were tailored to her
exact measurements by the women in the sewing area while she waited.  I
attended her while Monique was supervising two older women in their fifties,
both as nude as the younger woman I was assisting.

The two women were going about trying on bras totally bottomless and quite
without shame or modesty, after all they were only among women...or so they
thought.  Even Monique was intrigued and excited by our little secret and
would occasionally glance at the front of my skirt for signs that my
erection had penetrated the thin nylon mesh that restrained it.

By mid-afternoon my lust was overwhelming and I needed relief.  I caught
Monique as she was bringing something to the back of the shop.  The dressing
area was empty and only the sounds of the sewing machines humming in the
back could be heard.

"Monique, please.  I must fuck you or I'll go mad.  All these nude women
walking about has made me crazy with lust."

She smiled.  "Just be quick about it, mon cheri." she winked as she leaned
over the back of the leather chair and lifted her skirt in folds to her
waist.

She was without panties, wearing only stockings and garters under her skirt.
I quickly pulled up my dress and tugged the mesh fabric holding my cock to
one side.  My penis was fully erect and throbbing in anticipation as I
slipped behind her and entered her from the rear.  Her pussy was very wet.

"I have been turned on too, yes.  If they ladies only knew what they were
doing, mon dieur!  Ooooo, your cock feels so good inside.  Fuck me, Thomas,
quickly.", she gasped.

It took only a few moments for me to make Monique come.  I reached around
her waist and stroked her clit while my penis moved deep inside her, faster
and faster.

"Oh yes, I com...I'm coming...YESSSSS...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.", she wailed as
her orgasm convulsed her in pleasure.

He wet outpouring made her slicker than before inside and I could not resist
my own ejaculation, this time letting everything flow into her without
withdrawing.  My semen gushed inside, suddenly released after the constant
aroused state I'd been in as the only male in a harem of nude females.

We had barely finished when the phone rang and Monique went in to answer it.
She wrote down some information in the 'Etudes' book then went upstairs to
wash herself on the bidet while I minded the store.

I stepped back into the sewing area and found that it was quite warm in back
with the machines running.  Two of the women were busily sewing and were
quite damp with sweat, their dresses spotted under their arms.  My gaze
turned to Marissa.  She was also perspiring and her dress was wet in the
arms and on her chest.

"It is very warm back here, yes?", I said to her with authority.  "You
should come up to the dressing area and cool off a bit?"

"That is very kind of you, Senorita Terese.", she answered with a smile,
getting up and following me to air conditioned area of the store.

"Your dress will dry out more quickly if you take it off and hang it up in
the air, Marissa", I suggested.  "You can let it dry during lunch, I won't
tell anyone."

She seemed a bit shy at first but I insisted and she unbuttoned the front of
the maternity dress and let it fall to her feet.  Underneath she had on a
white bra and cotton panties which were also a bit damp from perspiration.
The skin of her protruding brown belly was taught and slick as were her
thighs and arms.

"I think your bra and panties should dry off as well.  Don't be shy, now,
you're among girls.", I said, winking at her, slyly.

Somewhat self-consciously she unclasped her maternity bra and removed her
white cotton panties, hanging them over the back of the leather seat.  Her
nipples were almost black against her brown breasts and the aureoles covered
almost the entire end of each.  I could not see her pussy with her belly
hanging over her abdomen until she sat on the sofa.  She could not bring her
legs together very well and her pink inner lips were plainly visible framed
by her dark black pubic hair.

I sat next to her on the sofa letting my skirt pull up over my stockings.
We talked a bit and I learned that she was not married and had come to
America to have her baby so that it would be a citizen and she could get
medical aid for herself and the baby.  Back in Mexico she would not have
been able to even see a doctor.

Gently, I began lightly stroking her bare inner thigh knowing that she would
do anything to avoid being sent back to Mexico.

"Open your legs, Marissa", I instructed her.  "You have such a beautiful
young pussy.  I want to feel it."

As my hand reached her pussy, she leaned back against the sofa, spreading
her thighs wide and giving a long sigh of surrender.  My middle finger
probed up into her wet vagina then slid briskly over her firm clit in a
circular motion that made her arch up in pleasure.  I caressed her belly
with my tongue then sucked on her black, velvety nipples making them stiff
with lust.

"Oh, your mouth, Senorita, it feels so soft and wet.  It is making me very
hot.", she moaned.

I moved to the floor between her thighs and began eating her gorgeous wet
pussy, sucking her labia and teasing her clit till she could hold back no
longer.  My hand was pressed to her belly and I could feel her baby moving
inside as she came with a sudden cry.

"Aiieeeee...Si, Oh, Senorita, it feels so good...OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH".

Her orgasm made her vagina spasm inside against my finger and she took
several moments to regain her composure.

"I have only done that to myself for many months since coming here.  It felt
so good to have the hands of another touch me...even if they were another
woman.  Still, I miss having real sex very much, too.", Marissa admitted.

I did not want to have to explain my being dressed as Terese and I very much
wanted to have sex with her as a man.  If she learned of my little deception
she might threaten to expose me to one of the customers and I could be
deported myself.  In a moment I came up with an impossible scheme.

"You can meet my twin brother, Thomas.  He is also visiting Monique and I'm
sure he would make you feel very good.  He would not care that you are so...
big, in fact, he would think you are quite sexy with your pregnant belly.  I
will tell him you will meet him...this Saturday, after work."

"I will be ready, Senorita Terese.  Saturday we only work until two o'clock
so your brother can come to my house after three.  Will you tell your aunt
that I did what you asked so she will not have me sent back to Mexico?", she
said with an urgent tone.

I could tell she was very much afraid of displeasing Monique and returning
to her life in Mexico.  She was only too happy to do my bidding either as
Terese or as her new twin brother, Thomas.

I gave her a French kiss before instructing her to get dressed.

"I will tell my aunt what a hard worker you are and how you deserve a big
raise.  Don't worry, you will have your baby in America, mon petit."

                                ******

About an hour later a woman came in the shop that I instantly recognized
from American TV. She was wearing sunglasses and a long coat over her
somewhat overweight form.  Underneath she had on slacks and a blouse which
did not flatter her but she seemed more concerned with not being noticed
than in looking like a TV star.

"Is Monique in?  I'm here for a lesson.", she said in a quiet high pitched
voice.

"You are late.", Monique suddenly said coming from the back.  "I will have
to be extra strict with you for this today.  Are you ready to begin?"

The woman suddenly seemed to shrink and become like a small child.  She was
a famous person with much wealth and no doubt used to giving others orders.
Her reply to Monique startled me.

"Yes...mistress.  I am sorry for being late.  Will you teach me not to be a
bad girl and be on time?"

"Terese, watch the shop.  I shall be back in one hour.", she said to me in a
warm voice.  "Come, you bad girl and receive your punishment.", she barked
at the now humiliated celebrity.

Monique walked back through the dressing area, across the sewing room, to
the red door connecting the shop with the next building.  She unlocked it
and led the woman through it.  I could just see there was a second door at
the end of a short hall, also painted red.  She did not look at me as she
closed the first door and latched it from the inside.

L'Ecole du Douleur, the School of Pain.  So that was what 'l'etudes' were
about.  Monique was a dominant mistress and her students were submissives
seeking masochistic pleasure in their own pain.  Grande-mere, what big teeth
you have!

                                ******

I would have liked to see what painful lessons Monique was teaching but
someone would have to mind the store.  A few minutes later a couple came in
and began to look at lingerie.  The girl was perhaps my age and very fair
with long blond hair and sparkling green eyes.  The man she was with was
older and had dark hair with a goatee beard.  She was in the book for a
'fitting' and wanted to have several bustiere corsets made for her that she
would pick up tomorrow.  As we chatted I learned that she was an actress in
adult videos and used the lingerie in both her career and private life.
With eager delight I escorted her to the fitting room while her boyfriend
waited patiently in front.

She removed her short miniskirt under which she was nude and her pussy was
totally shaved.  Then she pulled off her top and revealed her gorgeous, pert
breasts.  My penis was pulling at the nylon web that held it beneath my
skirt as I moved next to her to take her measurements.  Her soft scent and
body warmth stirred my inner lust and clouded all my reason and restraint.
As I held the tape around her buttocks and hips I slid my fingers between
her thighs and ran them over her open pussy lips.

She was startled at the contact but to my delight said nothing and made no
effort to stop me as I continued to stroke her, arousing her and drawing her
wetness to its fullness.  She sighed as my finger began to roll her clit
inside its hood and then turned to face me.  We French kissed and her hands
caressed my ass through my skirt lifting it almost to my waist.  I didn't
want her to discover my true gender so I had to break off the delicious
kiss, pressing her back onto the leather sofa.

She pulled up her thighs and offered me her open wet vagina which I devoured
with my lips and tongue.  I licked her slit and sucked the nub of her clit
as she twirled her own nipples in her slender fingers.  Wetting my middle
finger in her pussy juices, I inserted it as far as possible up her tight
asshole as my tongue lapped faster and faster over her wet labia.  I heard
her gasp for breath as her orgasm approached, then felt her thighs clamp
around my face as she convulsed in a glorious and unexpected climax with the
strange French shop girl.

"Oh shit, yeah.  God, your tongue feels so good...Oh I'm going to come right
in your fucking...mouth...OH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT."

Her wetness poured out and left my face glistening.  In her reverie she
lifted my skirt and caressed my stockinged legs.  My crotch was now exposed
from behind but she could not see my erection pulled between my legs by the
mesh webbing from her position.  In a whisper she begged to return my
unexpected favor and suck my pussy.  Grasping for an excuse, I explained
that I had just gotten my period which she accepted with a knowing smile and
without hurt feelings.  She was a bit shaky getting dressed and thanked me
with another long kiss as she left with her patient...and ignorant
boyfriend.

By the time I had washed up and reapplied my lipstick and blusher Monique
was returning from L'Ecole with her celebrity student.  The woman walked a
bit awkwardly but smiled at me none the less as she left.  Her cheeks
appeared streaked as if she had been crying.

"You can help me with my 'students' after hours if you wish, Terese.",
Monique said to me as we shared coffee in the front of the shop.  "I only
allow my oldest clients to make appointments during the normal shop hours."

"Do you only discipline women or do you also have men that you 'teach'?", I
asked.

"When I first came to Los Angeles I was a mistress at a club called
Capricious for several years that served mostly men.  But the men are
sometimes very dangerous and not safe to work with.  One of the other girls
was killed outside by a man she had being disciplining.  I eventually
decided to dominate women only because they were more controllable and I
didn't have to worry about AIDS and such.  I would be glad to show you
around L'Ecole when the shop closes.  Perhaps you might enjoy being taught a
little, oui?"



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