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