A TYPICAL WOMAN!

By Sylvia Who?

1. A TYPICAL WOMAN!

"CLANG": For the fifth time in the past ten minutes my high heel missed the clutch as I steered my wife's Jaguar into our secluded drive and for a moment was unnerved by the jarring 'crunch' of gears. - "Typical woman" I tittered to myself as I slid the car to a noisy halt on the gravel outside the front door and thankfully switched off the engine at the end of my ordeal, trying to control the rising tide of elation at having successfully completed my self-imposed mission - 'To go where no man had gone before' bellowed Captain Kirk's voice-over in my brain as I recalled driving into town, parking my car in the undergound car park, and, in fearful anticipation, after a few trembling false starts , eventually quitting the car with such undue haste, nearly tearing off my skirt, the hem of which was still firmly caught in the car door before hurrying off and openly window shopping in Orchard mall for over two hours, before self-consciously trotting over to the 'Ladies' barely half an hour ago, and actually going inside to spend a penny. I never actually made it to the inner sanctum since a frantic rummage through my purse failed to produce a suitable coin and I certainly had no intention of begging a favour of the middle-aged woman busily fixing her make-up.

But my only heart-stopping moment occured as I made my way back towards the car and my appearance was visually challenged by two little girls who promptly turned and fled calling out for their Mummies, before they were hurried away, - thus undermining my confidence in my abilities with my make-up box and having made me realise, all-be-it briefly, what a ridiculous clown I really was. But the worst was over now, and despite the obvious stares of disbelief and the murmurings of contempt and censure, I hadn't been arrested, been laughed at or spat at, or been subjected to any verbal abuse, apart from some hoots of derision from some passing lads and ladettes, even though it was the first, and probably the last time I would ever dare venture out fully dressed as a woman.

I had checked on my mobile, and I had been assured by my wife Annette that there was still another two hours to go before she and Janet, her best friend, together with the kids, returned from their well-publicised Thursday outing to London during a day off school, giving me ample time to go and change into something completely different, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity for some more private theatricals, - especially since today was my thirtieth-something birthday, and this had been a trip I had been anticipating and planning for months.

Annette had provided the obligatory birthday card which now resided together with the card from my girls and all my other friends and relatives on our mantle-shelf, but from past experience, apart from a bottle of bubbly, and a cake to be served with dinner this evening, supplemented by a small present from the wife and kids, that would be the total extent of our celebrations, so I had planned a more intimate celebration of my own!

As I relaxed in the car, my eyes followed the line of my wife's scarlet winter coat decorated with fake fur round the collar, cuffs and hem, matched by big, black, burnished buttons, down past the hem of her flared black skirt to my nylon clad knees as they trembled slightly in response to my reflexes, thus allowing my stockings to rub sensuously against each other bringing a rush of blood to parts that no other woman had touched - except for my darling wife that is, - not that there had been much of that sort of hanky-panky recently, we were always either too busy, too tired, or too late! I was fortunate that every item of Annette's wardrobe fitted me almost perfectly - despite my narrower hips, even down to wearing the same sized ladies shoes as she does, - I was one hellava lucky guy!

But in the half-light my reverie was disturbed by a very slight movement of one of the net curtains in the lounge, but with such a bitterly cold wind testing our ill-fitting windows, I mentally put it down to just that. So before quitting my car I checked my reflection in my rear view mirror and was distressed to find my five o'clock shadow was now clearly visible through my make-up, not that I could do much about it, so taking my handbag from the luggage-shelf, I unfastened the safety-belt, and keeping my knees firmly together, opened the car door, then swinging my legs round, - carefully - but firmly, - placed my high-heels on the surface of the drive, before testing their weight on the frost-covered ground. A bitter gust fairly took my breath away as the car door slammed shut prompting me to grip the fur collar tightly around my throat with one hand and restrain my wildly flapping skirts with the other as I scuttled as quickly as I dared towards the front door, startled and momentarily blinded as my progress was suddenly spotlighted in the powerful beam of our security light. In the shelter of the porch it was still extremely cold so I was loath to remove my black kid gloves and kept them on whilst fumbling awkwardly in my handbag amongst purse, cell-phone, makeup bag, tampax, lace hankies, and the other accumulated feminine detrius for my latch-keys. After what seemed an age I eventually turned the key in the massive oak door, which remained obstinately shut, despite three or four tries, and I began to feel a certain unease as the thought of an unwelcome visit from burglars crossed my mind.

I stepped back from the door and with some difficulty slowly crouched down on my haunches in my tight 'axfords' corset and black patent leather high-heels, and prising the letter-box open with my gloved hand, peered through the opening into the darkened hall.. I recoiled from the cold blast of reality as my eyes focussed on a familiar pair of eyes staring intently back at me from within."George! - we know it's you, where have you been - and what's that filthy muck plastered all over your face?" Annette's strident tones left me in no doubt as to her current mood and I staggered to a more or less upright position in shoes which no longer felt comfortable, a bra that suddenly became unbearably tight, and flimsy nylon underpinnings which my bright red nether regions revealed to be totally inadequate for the prevailing weather conditions.

"Dearest, - let me in, its freezing out here." The plaintive, involuntary soprano soto voice, although in keeping with my pretty clothes, was hardly my natural one, but the higher register tones and inflections I had mastered with years of practice, which for some reason I now seemed unable to suppress as I listened to Janet and Annette talking in undertones on the far side of the door, as I shivered with cold, fright and pleasure in equal measure at the situation I now found myself in. "We are not going to let you in George, you have been deceiving me, going off out in my clothes indeed! -so Janet and I are going to teach you a lesson which will last with you for the rest of your life." Oops! - Annette's determined voice through the door left me in little doubt she mean't what she said, and what-is-more Annette's best friend was in on the act as well! - but I again pleaded to be let in. "And if you don't let me in I will break down the door - after all, it is my birthday!"

My dulcet, - though tearful tones lacked the commanding authority my normal voice possessed as the two girls laughed uproariously at such an empty threat. "You can try if you like, birthday boy, but we will dial security and have you forcibly evicted from the premises - I know my rights under such circumstances!" - "But Darling, what shall I do? - I haven't any money, only a few pence in my purse" I pleaded helplessly at my plight, totally at a loss as to what to do next, trapped as I was wearing nothing other than my wife's clothes and with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide, but it was Janet who turned up the heat! "Dressed like that Dearie, perhaps you can make a few pennies selling your favours to some guy? - that should warm you up! - A sort of rectum-pence for being such a silly girl! - and afterwards, if you were my husband I would put you across my knee, pull down those pretty panties of yours and spank your bare botty for doing such a thing!"

She taunted me unmercifully as tears welled in my eyes, and I stamped my foot in anger and frustration as I squealed "Let me in!", and the stiletto heel promptly snapped off, leaving me now balanced on only one high heel and more uncomfortable than ever. "Dear, the heel of my shoe has broken off now, - pl--ease let me in!" On hearing this piece of news there was nothing I could do but endure the raucous laughter coming through the door, and just take the inevitable response like a man - "Serves you right for behaving like a spoilt little girl!" But Annette did try to offer some hope as she continued, - "Well Sweetie-pie, as a special birthday treat, you can go and spend the night in an hotel."

This was not the way I had intended as I wailed, -"But I told you I haven't any money." - "Are you quite sure Georgy boy? Turn out your pockets! - Oh but I forgot, without your trousers you haven't any!" Janet's response had the two girls giggling uproariously as another cold blast whipped through the porch setting my teeth a-chattering while I tried to restrain my skirt and coat-tails from flapping in the wind as I teetered about awkwardly on my damaged high heels. "I will go and pack you an overnight bag, and I will ring up and book you a room so you can go and stay overnight at the Best Western. "

With a trace of compassion in her voice she had relented slightly and I heard her retreat down the corridor and upstairs to our bedroom while Janet's curiosity got the better of her and she peered through the letter box for a preview of what I was wearing! - I was having none of it as I flattened myself against the wall so as not to be seen highlighted in the glare of the security light, but I couldn't ignore the stream of questions from my arch-enemy. "Why do you do it George? - after all you are supposed to be a happily married man, so I was staggered when Annette first told me she had found you out - dressing in her clothes indeed, - and it hasn't just started recently, has it? - We know you have been doing it for ages!"

I twiddled with the buttons on my coat as I stood, shivering on the porch with fear, cold and apprehension and failing to find words to answer a series of awkward questions from Annette's best friend, and all the time wondering where they had left our three young girls as well as Janet's two teenaged daughters, and whether or not they knew of my current predicament and what Janet would tell her husband and all our friends - assuming of course she hadn't already done so!

But eventually my wife returned and the bolts were drawn while the chain on the door was loosened enough to permit Annette's vanity case and another pair of court shoes to be passed through the opening. "But - there can't be many clothes in there Dear?" I pleaded as I stared in astonishment at the tiny case. "That's all you need for a one night stand in an hotel DOLL.." She drawled tantalisingly "We will let you in at nine o'clock sharp tomorrow, so don't be late! - and by the way, the children are staying overnight at Mother's." - and with that bombshell the door was shut firmly in my face as the two continued hooting ironically at my predicament.

I stood indecisively for a moment and then resignedly kicked my feet out of the useless pair of heels before cockling my feet into the fresh pair and quitting the porch to scuttle back to the car where I vainly tried to think through a practical solution to my current problem, - where best to go in order to change into the clothes contained in Annette's overnight case without being seen, - the most obvious choice being the nearest toilet with disabled facilities, which was situated back at the Orchard shopping mall. But my idea was soon scotched, because when I threw back the lid and the case gave up its secrets, I was more perplexed than ever!

Apart from my shaving kit, the contents were more appropriate to a blushing bride as I pulled out and lovingly fondled the pink nylon nightdress and negligee set, the pink furry mules with cute satin bows, a pair of strappy pink satin spikes to go with Annette's slinky shocking-pink evening dress, and a complete change of brand new feminine satin underwear with the tags still attached, to which was pinned a note- 'TO GEORGINA, - A UNIQUE BIRTHDAY PRESSY FOR A UNIQUE GIRL, ENJOY YOUR OUTING, SEE YOU LATER, CUDDLES, ANNETTE!' and I reddened with embarassment when I caught sight of the two conspirators as they watched my antics with undisguised amusement from the lounge window, which prompted me to start the car and drive away as quickly as possible, but since I was in a complete daze I had no idea of what I should do or where I could go.

2. MORE PAIN MORE GAIN!

Fortunately it was pitch black as I turned the car towards town and since the Best Western car park was almost full I eventually switched off the motor some distance from the main reception area, as I steeled myself to run the gauntlet of the fierce wind and the keen-eyed receptionist who would probably spot anything untoward. I grabbed my handbag and overnight case, then having locked the car, with my skirts flapping madly once more in the freezing wind made an undignified dash for the hotel foyer. Somewhat out of breath I squeezed past a scrum of mostly women conference delegates chatting and milling about inside the entrance proudly displaying their lapel badges upon their dresses.

Presenting myself at the reception desk I was greeted by a questioning smile of welcome as I unceremoniously dumped my vanity case and handbag upon the desk in front of the woman receptionist, before stepping away from the desk, and bending forward to try to relieve the stitch in the pit of my stomach following my exertions in my high heels and billowing skirts - which prompted her to raise her eyebrows at my uncouth behaviour.

"Yes madam, - what can I do for you?" I could feel the contempt in her thinly disguised enquiry as her eyes freely roamed from the curly brown wig adorning my head, down past my heaving bosom to my thinly protected, nylon clad knees and ankles as they trembled uncontrollably from the effects of the intense cold. "Umm - I wish to stay the night? - I believe my wi - umm - my friend may have telephoned to book? - Umm - a Mrs. Jones?" My voice cracked slightly, knowing full well how easily I had been 'read'. "Yes Madam, your 'friend' Annette did ring, so we were expecting you, perhaps you would kindly sign the register?" In response to her officious reply, my hand trembled as I took the pen and shakily signed the register as Mrs. Anne Jones. "You are in Suite 505, fifth floor, - dinner is at eight precisely." Without further ado she handed me the key, rang the bell, and the porter instantly appeared, picked up my vanity case and escorted me over towards the lift as she fired off her final comment. "Enjoy the rest of your birthday - Georgina!" As I stepped into the lift I glanced back in response to her mocking remark as she let her guard drop and smiled triumphantly from behind her desk.

'Some of Janet's work I should say' - I thought to myself as the lift trundled up to the fifth floor, - 'Yes it was definitely Janet! - She was seven years my wife's senior had always been the fly in the ointment and a bad influence as far as I was concerned, what with two previous husbands and a son born out of wedlock when she was fifteen! - But on the plus side she was generous to a tee, while Ray, her illegitimate son used to freely undertake baby sitting duties for us for several years before she remarried for the third time, starting a new family and moving far enough away not to bother us that often, so she wasn't all bad news!' Having been deposited in my room by the porter, I opened my handbag, took out my purse and gave him my last pound coin which didn't please him that much, and having firmly bolted the door, made a dash for the bathroom and sat down for a tinkle, before stripping off in feverish haste to try on my new satin undies and the nighty and negligee set Annette had kindly provided me with.

Yes - it was a lovely birthday present, - and totally unexpected, since I had assumed she had entirely forgotten the significance of my birthday, so having arrayed myself in such lavishly lacy satin lingerie I stood looking at the resultant effect in the full length mirrors - cupping my beautiful budding breasts in my hands, but a scene totally spoilt by the caked on war-paint which failed to conceal my six o'clock shadow! So I turned away from the mirror in disgust and put on Annette's nighty and negligee over my bra, suspender-belt and matching french panties before watching the early evening television news as I sat pondering whether I could risk getting ready and going downstairs to dinner or just settle instead for room service when there was a sudden sharp tap at the door.

Startled by such an intrusion I rose and trotted across the room in my furry mules to whisper through the door, - "Wh-who is there?" - my startled enquiry was answered by a commanding voice "It's your beautician Mrs. Jones - I am Miss Harper, and here for your make-over appointment." - My mind was now in a whirr - "B-But I never booked you?" My hesitant reply was greeted by a cool response from the other side of the door. - "No Madam! - but your wife did!" - 'Oops! - What to do now?' - In a daze my hand reached for the door catch and I peered through the chink in the door at the gorgeous young blonde bombshell who had been despatched to superintend my make-over. But the young lady wasn't standing on ceremony as she pushed the door open with her case, stepped into the room, and as I backed away closed the door firmly behind her as she removed and handed me her coat, walked briskly over to the dressing table to empty the tools of her trade upon the surface, and finally slipped her arms into a pretty cotton overall before turning her attention once more to her embarrassed client

"Your wife has ordered me to give you the full treatment Mrs. Jones, - waxing, manicure and pedicure, wig restyling, facial, ear-piercing and full make-up ready for your dinner date this evening, so please sit here Madam and I will begin." - "But I am not Mrs. Jones - I am not having a makeover - I have no dinner date! - and I am a man!" She smiled sweetly at my riposte as I truculently threw her coat upon the bed, - "Well! be that as it may Georgina, you signed the register downstairs as Mrs. Anne Jones, suite 505, and this is part of your wife's birthday present to you, so she will be mightily offended if you fail to go through with it, and in any case she has already paid the bill - furthermore - you are far from being my first male client caught hiding his candle under a bushel, and you certainly won't be my last, so please sit down on this chair, relax and enjoy being pampered as if you were a real woman, - just for this once in your life!"

Sheepishly I did as I was told as she beckoned once again for me to be seated at the dressing table while she cupped my chin in her hand and studied my features full-face and profile, before removing my wig and replacing it with a pink bath cap and placing a flowered cotton pinafore around my neck. "Who advised you to put this disgusting muck on your face?" I was too embarrassed to answer as she tut-tutted and began to remove the thick layer of grease paint with a skin cleanser while a small electrical container she had plugged into the wall socket began to bubble merrily away. "Is this a mud facial?" I enquired holding my head back as she used a spatula to coat the warm sticky liquid from the container above and below my lip-lines, over my cheeks, chin and neck, even pushing some into the base of my nasal passages.

"No Georgina! - This is a beeswax facial - slightly different as you will soon see! - now bite on this!" She slipped a short baton of rubber between my teeth, then placed a round cotton cleansing pad over each of my eyes. The next moment I was subjected to the most excrutiating pain I had ever experienced in my life as she began to rip the wax from off my face, but I couldn't cry out with a rubber gag in my mouth as with tears pouring from my eyes, I tried to control the pain and my now inflamed temper by gripping the arms of the chair in my hands. She saved the best until last as she ripped away the hairs in my nasal passages before removing the pads and the rubber gag. Through curtains of tears I could now see my scarlet face as reflected in the mirror while my body heaved in shock and disbelief at the torture I had just been forced to endure at the hands of such a slip of a girl!

"There, - that wasn't too bad was it? - no gain without pain and you won't need to shave for at least a fortnight! - You might even be tempted to try it again, - it hardly hurts at all once you get used to it, and it's much much cheaper than electrolysis." Meekly I nodded my head determined to prove to her what a macho man I was, and with the tips of my fingers I gingerly inspected the raw piece of meat where my face had once been, - but she hadn't finished yet as I was ordered to strip down to bra and panties, thus allowing her access to wax my arms and the under-arm bushes which was a much less painful ordeal, although she heaved a sigh of relief commenting favourably at my total lack of bodily hair.

"Now go to the bathroom and take off those french knicks of yours, - I suppose you know how to tuck? - so tuck yourself in and put this on." Dumbly I nodded my head at her matter-of-fact remark as she handed me a lacy thong and I returned from the bathroom with a nice smooth curve between my thighs, and her eyes registered her admiration as she whistled between her teeth - "Wow girl! Lose that fuzz from your lovely legs and a two piece will definitely be next on your wish list, so lie on your back on the bed Georgina and I will wax you up to your bikini line." - My groans at the prospect of further torture were ignored, while I was pleasantly surprised how mild the effects of the subsequent waxing proved to be, but when I slipped my suspender-belt and panties back over my thong, and unconsciously rubbed my legs sensuously together, I experienced the errogenous delights of hairless legs against cold satin - despite the severe restrictions of my pussy posing pouch as I felt I was about to explode between my legs!

My ardour cooled when much to my dismay, she launched a frontal attack upon my eyebrows with tweezers, followed by a flanking attack upon my ears with a needle, and it was too late to protest once I contemplated the two shapely arches where my bushy eyebrows used to be and the two sleepers now residing in my earlobes! "That will make the boys sit up and pay attention!" - "Hmm., sure will Miss Harper," - I replied resignedly as I restored one of my errant bra-straps to its rightful place upon my left shoulder, - "Seeing I am a full time history teacher!"

Her eyes seemed to light up with devilment as she giggled aloud at this piece of news, - "Well then honey! -Just thank your lucky stars you are not a manual worker or a truck driver like some of my male clients have been in the past - I was told horrendous stories by some wives of what their menfolk had to suffer at work following their glamour treatment at my hands, - so you will be getting off lightly! - and bye the bye, please call me Rachel from now on." With this news I lapsed into an uneasy silence as she gently rubbed some soothing salve into the perfectly smooth tenderised skin of my face before applying all her artistic skills to transforming my laughable caricature of a female fizzhog into a passable resemblence of a woman's face.

The result was impressive, and I nearly swooned with delight, - gone were the thick, stick-on eyelashes and mascara weighing a ton, gone was the garish grease paint overscored with pink pan-stick through which there had been a constant trickle of droplets of sweat, gone too were the disgusting carmined cupid's bow lips, skills I had learn't from my trans-sexual friend on the net, - all to be replaced by a canvass upon which resided the features of a lady with genuine good looks topped by a beautiful auburn shoulder-length wig which sat comfortably upon my head with its gorgeous tresses gently caressing my bare shoulders! "I can't believe that is really me! You have done a truly beautiful job Rachel." I murmured, - "I am so impressed! - Thank you so much my dear! " But before she could reply our reverie was disturbed by a loud knock at the door.

"Stay where you are Georgina, - I will answer it." Before I could make any sort of response to the summons, she had already trotted across the room and flung open the door and admitted a boy carrying a beautiful bouquet of red roses. "Flowers for Miss Georgina Jones?" I could sense the lad was staring saucily at my reflection in the mirror but I was still engrossed in my own thoughts as I muttered without really thinking -"Yes, - that is me," - and he had already stepped past Rachel, across the room, pencil and clipboard in hand. "Please sign for them here Miss!" - he demanded as I glanced up into the face of Tim Palmer, who was not only a pupil of mine at Madison High School, but also the son of Paul and Elaine Palmer, the florists, who we regularly partied with.

Fortunately Tim's eye-balls were standing out of their sockets and completely ignoring my face but greedily scanning my pink satin and lace french panties and matching bra which were visible through my pink pegnoir! I shakily signed the delivery receipt, blissfully unaware that as I impetuously crossed and uncrossed my legs the front of my pegnoir seductively swished apart from just below my waist to reveal my panties, my shapely pink plucked thighs and legs, and my feet clad in sexy stiletto mules, a sight which had Tim quietly whistling in surprise, sighing in ecstacy, and coughing nervously at such an unexpected treat.

"Had a good eyeful then young man!" Rachel brought me and twelve year old Tim down to earth with a bang as he placed the floral tribute on the dressing table and was frog-marched to the door by my beautician while still breaking his neck for a final look-see as the door was slammed behind him, and as she returned to the dressing table and lean't over to admire the single orchid corsage and to infuse the smell from the bouquet of roses, I asked Rachel the burning question, - "He is one of my boys at school, do you think he recognised me?" She gave an ironic laugh, - "Hardly likely my lovely, he was too busy studying your sexy tits and anticipating the main course to worry about the table decorations, even my makeovers cannot compete with THAT!" - Her barbed reply was steeped in feminine bitchiness and irony as she knelt down and briskly prepared my toenails for a nail job as I opened and read the card accompanying the roses before handing the card to Rachel and watched carefully as her expression changed to one of triumph as she read these words:- 'TO MY DARLING GEORGINA, WE HOPE YOU LOVE THE BIRTHDAY MAKEOVER YOU ARE GETTING FROM MY DEAREST FRIEND RACHEL, SEE YOU LATER PET, LOTS OF LOVE, ANNETTE AND THE GIRLS XXX -!' (P.S. Don't forget to wear your corsage!)

I sensed this girl was privvy to everything that had happened to me so far today, - much of which must have been pre-planned, - even down to the hotel booking, since there was an in-house seminar in full swing and the place was packed to capacity - no way could Annette have booked a room this morning - and arranged for such a lovely looking creature to be pampering me in this way, she must have anticipated my little outing well in advance - so had she seen my diary? - or had someone delved into my computer or laptop? - if so, who had decyphered my 'lingerie' password? - and how long ago? - and how much had they found out?

I felt an undercurrent of unease, - remembering the significance of Annette's pointed joke when I told her that Miss Kelly, the recent appointee as headmistress of Madison School, and locally a leading light in the women's movement, had declined to renew my teaching contract under the pretext of downsizing, leaving me on the scrap-heap in a months time even though she was employing an army of relief teachers to cover for staff shortages. "Don't worry dearest", - Annette said, - "Once you get used to the idea, I am sure you will make a good house-husband, or even a lovely housewife if Sonia Kelly and her ilke have their way!" Although her inference was right on target, it drew a muted denial as I played along with her little joke, - "Me? - a housewife? - Perish the thought! - I wouldn't know where to begin? But smart, sophisticated, woman-about-town maybe!" I gave a hollow laugh to mask my bald statement of intent - given half the chance, although thanks to Annette's highly prized part-time consultancy skills we would hardly be pressed for a bob or two so I never need work again. I would certainly not miss being stressed out in the oppressive atmosphere created by my class of uncontrollable girls and unruly boys who made my life as a school-teacher one of utter misery each and every day of the school term!

Even Rachel seemed to be vaguely familiar, - possibly the daughter of one of Annette's business associates, although Janet was Annette's best friend so the message on the greetings card hardly made sense! Rachel also shared her forename with my long-time friend on the web, but the web-cam of her ugly mug mirrored those of the old style me, since the make-up advice she gave me was of doubtful provenance, - outdated and worthless, - although she had provided me with invaluable transitioning information based on her own experiences, including some quite frightening and grisly descriptions and photographs of what they had put her through, although what I could see of the finished results to her plumbing was quite impressive - and tempting, - not that I had ventured very far down that path.

"Wake up Georgina, - all done!" Fifteen minutes later as Rachel spritzed me all over with 'Chanel number 5', I opened my eyes and glanced down in amazement at the elongated pink painted talons now residing in my lap before lifting my arms, turning my palms upwards and inwards towards my budding breasts while stretching my ten digits outwards in order to study in more detail the stunning effect as reflected in the mirror. "Make sure you look after them." she sniffed as she removed my makeup bib before going over to the wardrobe from where Annette's mini-dress was now beckoning while I continued to try to figure out how, with such devilish restraints, I could do up buttons, undo zip fasteners or bra-straps, or even roll up my nylon stockings and attach them to my satin suspender-belt without doing some serious damage to one thing or another, - especially when it came to tucking myself in, a procedure I had always found difficult at the best of times!

3. A PUBLIC OUTING.

"Five to eight Georgina, - time to face your public." Before quitting the bathroom in response to Rachel's clarion call, I took one last look in the mirror at the delightful dark headed seductive creature in the pink silk chiffon cocktail dress, with just a hint of developing shape in the plunging neckline, modelling one of Annette's cultured pearl necklaces around her neck, a Tissot bracelet watch upon her wrist, and a black opal ring upon her finger, and since I now considered myself to be a typical woman, never completely satisfied with her appearance, I rued the lack of a decent pair of drop pearl earrings in place of the sleepers to match my necklace, but otherwise feeling confident, poised, and eager to step out and show off her new image to the world. Back in the bedroom I found Rachel busily repacking her oversized vanity case. So I trotted over and impulsively pecked her lightly on the cheek. "W - What did you do that for!" She had stepped back, touching at her cheek almost as though stung, her eyes blazing with anger at my indiscretion, but I didn't drop dead on the spot. "Umm. it was just a little thank you for what you have done to and for me." - "You can keep your kisses and everything else to yourself from now on Lady!" she snarled, - "I already have a girl-friend of my own, so I will have none of it! - I am no cheap easily laid piece of skirt as you will soon find out!"

This sudden outburst was un-nerving to say the least as I plonked down on the bed, shocked to think that such a pretty girl should prefer a relationship with one of her own, while she hurriedly deposited the remainder of her tools of trade in an untidy heap in her case and removed her overall, leaving me unsure as to what to do next as the thought of lurid headlines in the tabloids crossed my mind. But as she began to stumble out an apology for her over-reaction, the beeping from her mobile summoned her attention so I sat instead and watched as her face softened and lit up with delight at the voice from the other end of the phone, "Yes darling, I have just finished, she looks really lovely, we are coming right now, bye precious - love you!" - "Are you ready for your date Miss Jones? - and don't forget your evening bag." I was still struck dumb by the super-efficient Miss Harper back in character as she pinned the corsage to my breast, picked up her case, handed me the door key, and sasshayed out of the hotel bedroom and over to the waiting lift with a more subdued Georgina in tow - contemplating as to who my blind date might be! - Perhaps it might be Rachel's father for all I knew?

"In you go Georgina!" My reverie was rudely disturbed as Rachel seized me by the arm and shoved me into the noisy lift but as the doors closed and the chattering ceased I found myself tightly squeezed breast to breast with a quite attractive brunette who gave me a friendly smile to which I happily gave a sisterly response in kind. So finding myself imprisoned in a perfumed paradise with such a delightful creature who grew on me with every passing moment I made a mental note of the lapel badge 'Zara Baxter' pinned to her breast but soon averted my eyes in embarassed discomfort and guilt having been gently pushed from behind as I realised my attempts to suppress my arousal down below resulted in me rubbing my silk encased buttocks with a neighbour's rear as I unsuccessfully tried to suppress my animal instincts!

After two further stops before reaching the ground floor, and now packed with women delegates, the lift finally arrived and since I had been squeezed further back than Rachel, while we waited to leave I broke the ice with my fellow traveller with an awkward "I must apologise if I caused you any distress just now Zara but I would hope to see you later?" Zara smiled "Think nothing of it umm?" - "Georgina Jones" - "Yes Georgina darling, I enjoyed every moment of our close encounter - perhaps we can do it again soon, since I am staying here until Sunday for signing sessions in the local book-shops". Her closing remark fairly took my breath away, as with a kiss on each cheek we made our fond farewells, and prepared to go our own ways. I was all of a tizz when I finally left the lift so I quickly trotted to the top of the stairs leading to the ground floor but Rachel was already descending the half dozen steps to the crowded foyer before I caught sight of her again. But horror of horrors, - amongst the crowd below I could also see the upturned faces of my three daughters, Florence, Fiona, and Flora, as they scanned the new arrivals for a familiar face, and although I was perfectly visible to all three, it was no surprise that they failed to recognise me. But they were soon excitedly smiling and waving at their quarry, and it was only when they pushed forward, surrounded and embraced Rachel that the penny began to drop!

A hasty retreat was called for, as I tried to turn round on the landing, but the crush from behind as another lift expelled its female contents scotched that plan, and I was forced to continue down the stairs to the foyer and hope and pray that I could slip away undetected up the fire stairs. "Georgina? - over here!" I turned my back and tried to ignore Rachel's challenge from the midst of the crowd, but a familiar, shattering squeal made me glance nervously in the direction of the landing. "Dad!"

Sure enough, I could see both Annette and her mother returning from checking in the coats gesticulating wildly in my direction as I realised Annette's sophisticated pink silk chiffon cocktail dress I was wearing was a dead give-away amongst all the smart tailored trouser suits and matronly floral prints as I prayed the ground would open and swallow me up as my cover seemed to be blown thanks to some suspicious glances in my direction!

There seemed little point in running away now, so I halted just outside the entrance to the ballroom as gracefully as possible and waited for the others to catch me up. On impulse I decided to strike the first blow. "Hello Mother da-ahling! I didn't expect to see you here? What a lovely surprise?" As soon as she was in striking distance, I lean't forward and kissed her on both cheeks, - "I just LOVE the dress Mother, where did you get it?" Over her shoulder Annette was trying to suppress a laugh but her mother responded in kind. "Thank you Georgina, and happy birthday darling, and here is a little present for my new daughter-in-law, but where did you get such a beautiful lilting voice?" - I gulped with embarassment and swelled my budding breasts with pride as she handed me an elaborately decorated package tied up with a lovely pink satin ribbon. "Umm - I have been practising alone in the car, on the way to and from work, copying the timbre and feminine nuances of women announcers on the car radio." She beamed with pleasure at my answer. "Well I must say you look absolutely fabulous and I am pleased you are taking your lessons so seriously, and making such a worthy addition to the rest of us girls, and accepting our little surprise in such good heart, - it will make the rest of the evening so much easier for you my sweet, - and even my daughter's dress fits you perfectly, - very becoming, - Oh hello Rachel darling, - and hello girls."

Mother's warm welcome as she pecked my erst-while beautician on the cheek, and what happened next fairly took my breath away as Annette and Rachel slipped into a loving embrace and kissed each other long and passionately on the lips putting my pathetic parental pecks to shame! But my three daughters didn't seem to notice, since they were too busy studying the strange fruit that was supposedly their father even if he was wearing a stunning dress as ten year old Flora in her long, floral pink dress, white tights and shiny black shoes giggled behind her hand, while my 12 year old, Fiona - all in yellow lace and white lace gloves just stood there in silent contemplation taking in the floor show and 14 year old Florence, in a pale blue satin gown commented wistfully amidst all the clamour , - "I think your painted nails are lovely Daddy, - I wish mine were like that!" I was taken aback by her remark, but managed to croak, " That was most kind of you to say so my Dear." But mother-in-law put her finger to her lips at Florence's indiscretion as she re-asserted her authority! "Well young ladies, I am quite hungry, so if we are all ready, lets go inside!"

Taking me by the arm and patting my hand in reassurance, she led us into the ballroom where we were greeted by the maitre d'hotel and escorted to a large secluded table adjacent to the dance floor. I was stunned to find the rest of our party were already seated at the table, including the dreaded Janet with Tom Clarke, her husband, their twin 16 year old daughters, my father and my unmarried sister Clare, and several of our old friends and their wives, and sad to say, even the Palmers, as they all stood up to greet the new arrivals! "Here is our birthday girl darlings, don't you think Georgina's a dream? - Rachel has made a new woman out of her, - so different from the last time I had sight of her, and a vast improvement on poor old George!" Annette grabbed her mother's arm brought the house down as she tittered - "Yes mother, Rachel tells me she even scored with the prettiest women delegate in the lift so she is definitely coming on leaps and bounds and perhaps will soon be organising her own ladies coffee mornings or even girls sex-toy parties for the rest of us?"

My reception at the table was mixed following mother's generous but thought provoking platitudes, followed up by Annette's pointed jibes, highly amusing to some but meaningless to others, as from their vacant expressions, some of the guests were hard pressed to put a name to my delectable face, minus the rimless glasses, until I made a half-choked attempt to call out "Hi Dad!" across the table, but my father felt an unscheduled trip to the mens' was called for - so the inevitable 'nudge-nudging', and 'wink-winking' that followed was understandable as explanations and excuses passed from mouth to mouth - so if they didn't know the state of play before, - they certainly knew now!

Equally so was the abrupt departure from the scene of Chris Fellowes and Sandra, his dishy wife, as he made it abundantly clear he would soon be looking for a new golfing partner, not that he would ever find anyone else prepared to partner him, - we were the worse players in our club, and invitation games were few and far between, except if our opponents were short of a bob or two and which always cost us a fortune in side bets just to get a game.

But I was totally mystified by the broad minded attitude of our other guests who didn't censure my appearance in the least - despite the initial difficulty of recognising me in my quaint attire, almost as though some had already been forwarned of what to expect from the guest of honour! "Hello Mummy, I am so glad you could come." Rachel took centre stage once more as she embraced Janet and her two daughters and pecked Tom on the cheek before seating herself gracefully at the dining table. "Now Georgina, come and sit here, between my Rachel and your sister Clare!" In a dream I followed Tom's instructions, while he gallantly steadied my chair as I sat my ten and a half stone as sedately as I dared in my flimsy mini-dress, next to eighteen stones of quivering flesh draped in a black bivouac while wishing the ground would open and swallow me up, but settled instead for burying my head in the wine list to try to make some sense of the proceedings by ordering up some alchoholic beverages and then unwrapping Mother's gift of a pale lemon leather handbag before tackling the selection of gifts kindly left in front of me upon the table by my guests.

I decided to open the largest parcel first, believing that the more intimate objects would be in the smaller packets, and sure enough, accompanied by groans, out popped a gentleman's woollen dressing gown, courtesy of Dad! "Thanks Dad", I murmured thoughtfully. "Not much use to you now Georgina sweety, perhaps I can make you an offer" - chuckled Paul amidst applause, as I rummaged around and opened a package containing an electric epilator, from my darling wife. "Now that's more like it!" - chimed in Tom. But I was now wishing to get this part of the proceedings over as quickly as possible as I feverishly tore at the gift wraps to create a disconcerting mix of ladies and mens toiletries, socks or pantihose, a fur boa, a man's tie, and a selection of flimsy, lacy underwear ,including my last item, which was a girl's vibrator, from sister Clare of all people! "Show us if it works!" yelled Paul, and after the laughter died away and the guests began to choose from the menu I turned and thanked my sister for her present, and she soon made her opinion as to my current predicament perfectly clear.

"Until a week ago I thought you had given up your silly dressing-up games little brother - especially with your family growing up fast, hardly setting a good example are you, and how about father? - He won't even acknowledge you!" Clare suddenly fired off her opening broadside sniffing with mock distaste as she made her apparent disapproval known. "No big sis, as you can see I haven't given up! - You bullied and schooled me too well for that to happen, and you can now see for yourself the staggering results of your tireless efforts have had on my behalf! - and I cannot wait for my sex-change thanks to you! - and in any case I can see you never gave up on the creamy cakes - so I am not the only one Daddy disapproves of!"

My shot across her enormous bows proved I was as good a bitch as she was, but Clare was still dwelling on my stunning appearance! "Yes my sissy-boy brother, you were to be my first victim, but I have refined my teaching skills down the years, and since I am headmistress of an all-boys boarding school there are many more sissy-boys around who despite their initial tearfull protestations have, or will soon become become completely feminised - if you get my meaning!" She smiled and knowingly glanced in Rachel's direction as she delivered her parting shot before turning her piggy eyes away to make polite conversation with her other table companion thus giving me plenty to think about. Yes, my sister had impacted heavily upon my lifes adventures,as her stand-in on babysitting duties at Janet's house in place of Clare including meeting my future bride. Ray/Rachel was only an eight year old boy, as he niavely asked me if he had to go and dress as a little girl, evidently the same being demanded of him when-ever Clare was doing the babysitting. I assured him what he wore was up to him, and he promptly left the room, presenting himself half an hour later for inspection with the knock down comment- "Aunt Clare said you used to love wearing this dress!" I swung round and found the lucky little beggar looking as pretty as a picture wearing my favourite lilac satin Pageant Queen dress, complete with all the sissy trimmings which I was forced to wear by my sister on regular occasions when I was a small boy!

Eventually Ray repaid his babysitting debt by caring for our three daughters when-ever we went out for the evening, and now here he was, sitting between Annette and me, and apparently resurrected as the divine looking Rachel.

"Did Tim deliver your flowers Georgina? - Annette never told us they were for you?" - Elaine Palmer half sniggered from the far side of the table, so knowing her penchant for gossip, to have to come face to face with Tim, her son on Monday morning was a thought-provoking experience! Meanwhile, Rachel, who was seated next to me, was so busy making waves with Annette as they sat holding hands on the table and murmuring sweet nothings in each others' ear that I felt very much like a spare prat at a wedding, my fears for my immediate future being re-inforced by their carefree, uncensored and uncensured behaviour leaving me to empty a bottle of burgundy all by myself!

After I had ordered from the menu, I felt the time had come for me to make my first incursion to the loo, but I was closely followed by Janet, who seemed to think a private word was necessary when she sidled up and took me me cosily by the arm as we sauntered down the corridor towards the 'ladies'. "I don't think you had seen my daughter Rachel since her changeover, had you Georgina? - She has certainly blossomed into a beautiful and talented girl from the insipid son I once had, thanks in part to Clare's babysitting games, - so it's hardly surprising that Annette has had the hots for her for a long time now, and I think Annette has already invited her to move in with you and your girls, - so no need to run her home from baby-sitting sessions the way you did with Ray in the past!"

I gritted my teeth at her comments but replied, - "I s'pose their liaisons were taking place behind my back at her mothers, seeing Ray was lodging there after Father-in-law died?" She grinned wickedly, - "Yes, - but not recently, - while she was receiving her S.R.S. treatment, Annette was renting a flat for her and giving Rachel the moral boost she needed to face the world in her new role, and thanks to her computer skills she will be teaching I.T. at your school next term.

But I see you appear to have acquired many feminine skills and nicities without needing much training - even without surgery you seem so natural - apart from the disgusting make-up you used to smear all over your face! That wicked daughter of mine really did make you look ridiculous with her on-line make-up lessons, and thanks to your computer and the floppy copies that were circulated for awhile, you were the funniest floor show on the small screen, - especially in your pink tutu and the exotic lingerie you used to wear as you pranced and danced in front of your web-cam at home, and I wet my panties on frequent occasions watching you! - But honey, now Rachel has started to turn you into a beautiful princess, I hope you will forgive her for playing such an underhand trick on you, and all of us for tuning in to watch your innocent fantasy games on the web in the past!"

I was unable to hide my look of abject horror mirrored in the self satisfied expression on the face of my main adversary, until at last I was able to free myself from Janet's grasp as we reached the ladies lavatory, but this time there was no hesitation on my part as I pushed in front of Janet through the door, clip-clopped rapidly in my heels across the marble floor and into one of the stalls to ruminate and urinate .

Having made sure the seat was dry I turned round to sit down while carefully hitching up my skirt out of reach of the toilet bowl, and placing my thumbs in the waistband, gently lowered my panties so as not to snag my delicate stockings with my manicured nails while moving my feet apart and slowly squatting to the sitting position thus allowing my lovingly crafted shaft to spring forth from its capacious hiding place cunningly concealed in the fiery furnace between my nylon clad thighs. I lean't forward on my perch to ensure my maidens water was flowing in the right direction and not over the rim of the loo, as my busy fingers roamed freely from the pink satin ribbon bows decorating the top of my elasticated suspenders, on over the bare flesh of my hairless expanse of thighs and beneath the matching ribbons on the front clasps of my suspender belt and down under the welts at the tops of my stockings before being quickly withdrawn to allow the elasticated ribbons to snap loudly back into place against my bare flesh, then enjoying the birds-eye view as my digits continued their playfull journey of discovery down the silky smooth nylon mesh in which my legs were encased to where my satin panties were now tautly suspended between my calves to prevent them dangling on the floor through the lacy legholes of which peeped my lovely stiletto heels as I contemplated events of the past few hours.

What had been made clear to me now, in view of Janet's pointed remarks was having made such a complete arsehole of myself as I gallivanted about in my pretties in front of my web-cam in what I believed was merely a shared experience with the web-fiend Rachel, I had apparently made myself the laughing-stock of the whole family, and a cuckolded one at that! I also realised the refurbished Ray, who was an accomplished computer nerd, must have been privvy to all my personal transitioning information files when I was away, as I glanced down guiltily at my shapely figure, now aided by some hormone engineered enhancements.

She had even secured employment at Madison school despite the so-called 'cut-backs' which were about to deprive me of my livelihood, so it seemed that because of the nefarious activities of Rachel, I might be in need of not only a new job and a new house, but also a new wife, - or possibly a new husband! It appeared I was no longer in control of my own destiny, since muggins was the only one who didn't seem to know that Rachel has been engaged in some sort of an adulterous or lesbian affair with my wife for goodness knows how long, possibly as a direct result of her transition - apparently with the connivance of 'Judas' Janet - and undoubtedly my mother-in-law from what she had said earlier.

Even my daughters seemed to know judging by their laid back reaction to the cosy scenes in the foyer and the ballroom but had kept 'stumb' like all the others, so my forced submission and humiliation in front of family and friends upon my birthday of all days was complete in every respect except one, - I did have the makings of a beautiful body, - given time, inclination, and the where-with-all to finish the job properly, so in order to achieve that aim I would probably have to grovel for some time to come. But I had had too much to drink to worry my pretty little head about such matters now, although not enough to miss overhearing an earnest conversation between two of the delegates to the womens' conference outside in the washroom which really made my ears burn as I prepared to rejoin the folks in the ballroom.

4.A STRANGER IN MY OWN HOME.

Judging by the state of my discarded pink mini dress the next morning, the front of which was splattered all over with regurgitated food, I must have caused quite a stir later on the previous evening, but I had such a dreadful headache that apart from the odd snatches here and there, I could only recall honking all down the front of Clare's ample bosom! I don't even know who it was who carted me upstairs, undressed me, and put me into bed in my lovely satin nighty, but 'Cinderella Fella' had one hellava hang-over, since she had missed her nine o'clock deadline by over two hours, so even after foregoing breakfast and being excused shaving duties I still took another hour restoring my makeup to it's former glory, and getting dressed in Annette's day clothes, so I was well and truly in the 'cathouse' when I finally reached home and prepared once again to brave a chilly welcome - both outside and inside the house!

Back at base all was peaceful, so I tested my latch-key in the lock and thankfully let myself in, and putting my bouquet of roses on the hall-stand, I then hung Annette's scarlet coat in the hall, and feeling like a stranger in my own home and half expecting to be caught out at any moment, crept quietly up the stairs, only to find that our bedroom had now become the exclusion zone, since the door was locked and I didn't have the key. Florence chose this moment to come out of the bathroom drying her curly hair vigorously with a towel, and she gave me a warm smile of welcome as she came over and kissed my cheek.

"That dress of Mummies does suit you Aunt Georgina! - But I can't stop now, - Steve, my boyfriend is taking me out shopping on our bikes, - Mummy, Rachel and the girls have gone over to Grannies in Janet's car for an hour or two, but she says you are sleeping in the second guest bedroom for now and she has moved all of your clothes in there." - "Did Rachel stay the night then, pet?" - But she had scuttled back to her room before I could quiz her further and I thought it better not to press the matter until I was more soberly dressed.

It was incredible that the shy, timid, little Ray who had changed into the gorgeous Rachel, now even had the balls to sleep with my wife!- and I was jealous as hell! - evidently SHE had all the right equipment, whereas I didn't, - at least, not yet! So having accepted that Rachel was now the flavour of the month, I made my way along the hallway to my new bedroom.

The room to which I had been exiled had recently been completely re-decorated on Annetts's insistance, and strangely the decor was more appropriate to Georgina than her brother George, with a predominance of dated floral wallpaper and painted furniture in pinks, lavenders and forget-me-not blues, and generous swathes of feminine frills and flounces decorating the curtains and the queen-sized bed, and a pink and white floral bathroom suite beyond, all chosen at great expense and with loving care by Annette, who had always been a traditionalist, and how I was feeling at the moment I preferred it this way. - But it was only when examining the contents of the wardrobes and the dressing table drawers that I realised the extent to which my future preferences had already been mapped out for me, highlighted by the large edwardian china dolly in her scarlet silk dress, complete with a white lace parasol and frilly pantaloons, as she reclined gracefully upon the counterpaine with her head resting on the headboard, and seemingly deriving much pleasure from the bind I was in while guarding my recently acquired birthday presents, which lay strewn across the divan, with the notable exception of the gents dressing gown and toiletries!

"Florence!" - I bellowed, - "where are my clothes?" Moments later a sheepish looking daughter appeared in the doorway as I held up a delicate pink satin and lace body in one hand, and a full length oyster silk night-dress in the other at which her face expressed a cheeky grin. "Mummy says to tell you that women's things are the only sort of clothes Aunt Georgina will be allowed to wear around the house from now on, and since you are so used to wearing hers, she has made a selection of some of her cast-offs for you to wear until you buy some of your own!" - "But Darling, where are all my mens clothes? - I still have to go out and go to work - and what's with the 'Auntie'?" I murmured weakly. "Surely you have guessed by now Georgina? - Mummy say's 'in view of your disgraceful behaviour last night, and since you came home so late this morning, she is going to teach you a lesson for being rude and disobedient, - so they have all been taken round to Grannies and there they are going to stay for the time being!' - and we cannot keep calling you 'Daddy' dressed like that, can we? - say someone were to over-hear? - So I'm afraid you will have to get used to it!"

On hearing this news, my future prospects went into free-fall, so I dived downstairs and into the lounge for a hair of the dog and was pouring out a vodka and lemon when both the door bell and the phone rang and assuming it was Steve, the new boyfriend at the door I chose to lay low, downing the vodka in one and answering the phone instead! "Zero double four six six zero five!" I growled - "Hi George, I would like to speak to Georgina, - if she is there?" - "Ha!Ha!-very funny Paul, what do you want?" My sharp rejoinder showed I was in no mood for having my leg pulled, even while wearing nylon stockings, but all that suddenly changed as the lounge door slowly opened and in walked Florence and Steve! "Hello darlings," - I gushed, putting my hand over the receiver,- "With you in a moment!" - and I resumed my conversation with Paul.

"Georgina here Paul, what can I do for you sweetie?" My seductive tones brought forth a surprised gasp and then a moments pause the other end of the line before my friend could get back into his stride after my volte face, - "Umm., - You were absolutely marvellous last night darling," - "Oh yes dear, in what respect?" I drawled for the benefit of my young audience as accompanied by the electrostatic swish of my satin slip against nylon pantihose, I kicked off my heels and curling my legs comfortably beneath my skirts sat on my haunches on the sofa, while wondering what I had done last night that was so sensational, - short of taking off and throwing my panties at the guys, - Paul is not easily swayed, certainly not by his best friend wearing a pink dress!

"Cheryl thought the way you were dressed and flounced about just like a woman fooled everybody, and foolishly I even told her I quite fancied you myself, so I am nursing a black eye at the moment - not to mention the kick in the goolies you gave me last night! - so you had better look out, - she has been sharpening her claws ever since! But seriously we both just loved you singing 'I feel like a natural woman!', you gave such a convincing performance I have a big favour to ask?" So I had performed and scored on the karaoke stage', - and I flushed with embarrassment realising that some of the mystery of my missing hours was solved as I recalled Paul sidling up to me for a dance during which I was subjected to some over friendly fondling and blatant groping for my sausage and two veg only to be rewarded in classic style with a ladies knee in the you know where. So feeling rather pleased with myself I responded!- "Ask away Paulie, I am all ears!"

Meanwhile as I glanced across at Florence she whispered that the new boyfriend would have to be introduced to 'Aunt Georgina' another time, and they were off out as planned, but she then ended her brief interruption with - "Bye Daddy!" as I replied on autopilot - "Bye my darling!" The guilt and apprehension on our faces was picked up by Steve as he stared at the two of us in disbelief and astonishment at our innocent gaffe, but since the damage had been done with a firm "Now skidaddle you two and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" I thankfully waved a fond farewell as the two red faced interlopers scuttled out of the room in confused embarrassment leaving me to tune in once more to what Paul had to say.

"The lady speaker at our rotary club annual dinner tomorrow evening has chickened out, so after you had flaked out last night Annette suggested you would be only too willing to step into the lady's shoes at such short notice. It will be at the Best Western, so you will at least be used to your surroundings and you will get another slap-up meal as well as my exclusive company plus the 500 pounds appearance fee, provided you are dressed much the same as you were last night, and not as George or some tarted up drag queen like you were on your web-cam, - so what do you think?"

Now that I had got over the initial shock of unknowingly being ogled at by family and best friends for goodness knows how many months, and a moment earlier unwittingly written off Florence's new boyfriend into the bargain - 500 pounds for singing a couple of karaoke numbers while dressed up in a manner to which I was getting tantalisingly accustomed seemed an offer too good to refuse and at least it gave me the opportunity to meet up with Zara Baxter again. So I replied still in my character as 'Georgina' and promised to give some thought to Paul's request despite his parting shots. "Thanks George, I am sure you won't let me down, - and by the way, what perfume do you like to buy?" - "Umm. Givenchy is Annette's favourite," I replied, thinking Paul was meaning to buy it as a gift for my wife. - "No Georgina sweet, it is YOU who will be smelling of THAT and having to fight me and the boys off!" I blanched as the meaning sunk in and I was equally unimpressed by his "Farewell Toots!" - as the saucy bugger sniggered and blew a kiss down the phone!

I rang off post-haste and replacing my heels trotted off to the kitchen for a coffee and to feed Zsa-Zsa, Flora's cat, despite a strong impulse to go upstairs to my bedroom and try on some of the more desirable contents of my fabulous new wardrobe.

I was surprised at how unkempt the room appeared to be, Annette was usually scrupulous with the housework, - unwashed crockery, saucepans and utensils were piled up in the sink and on the drainers, while cookery books, newspapers, and empty food cartons littered the filthy working surfaces, the waste bin being full to overflowing while cat food littered the tiled floor which looked as though it hadn't been cleaned for a week. Such conditions were totally out of character in my wife's scheme of things, not that I would normally had noticed or even been bothered by such minor details as a messy kitchen since I rarely ever went in there!

But for some peculiar reason I was bothered, and so much so that I replaced my heels with a more sensible pair of 'flatties', grabbed a flowered pinny from behind the door and having eventually found where all the cleaning materials are kept, with my painted talons safely protected by a pair of 'marigolds' I set to and restored our kitchen to it's former pristine glory, without another thought for coffee or cats until I had finished the job to my complete satisfaction, while revelling in the physical pleasure I had perceived from performing such otherwise odious chores while dressed as the woman of the house, and despite my denials in the past, acting out the one starring role I had always longed for, no matter how demeaning my limited aspirations may have seemed to others!

It was only when I went to empty the waste bags into the rubbish chute in the utility room that I realised my tasks were far from over, - the room was just as bad as the kitchen with a pile of dirty linen on the floor, which I soon had spinning around merrily in the washing machine, and a laundry-basket full of laundered, but screwed-up washing awaiting the T.L.C. of the steam iron. Fortunately, ironing was a forte of mine from my college days, so after a break for coffee, I soon reduced the backlog to more manageable proportions and had restocked the airing cupboard to it's full capacity.

But in so doing I discovered that Annette had made a thorough job of depriving me of every masculine item pertaining to my former 'life', even in the humble surroundings of our laundry room, and I suddenly realised how I had willingly succumed and embraced my housewifely duties without any outside pressure, exactly as my wife had jokingly predicted a few weeks ago! - 'My! what a doormat I have become!' - and I sighed with satisfaction, while the tempting selection of goodies waiting in Georgina's bedroom became too much to resist any longer so I decided to reward myself by going upstairs and inspecting my newly acquired wardrobe more closely, and in a frantic haste I dived up the stairs to change into something completely different, possibly more ethnic in style and substance to suit my current mood, thus keeping myself fully occupied until the rest of the family returned from mothers, thus adopting the attitude typical of most women with no lazing around for me ever again, since that was something my brother excelled in but was certainly not an option for the new, improved version of me!

Rachel's car came noisily up the drive to the house just as I had finished changing into a brightly coloured ankle length figure hugging kaftan with long flowing sleeves, dangly earrings for effect and light brown slingbacks on my feet, but I still had enough time to find a lipstick and apply a fresh coating of colour to my lips, a task which I had once heard described as a sexual act in its own right, with undertones of a repressed feminine desire for aural sex, - needless to say, a comment made by a mere man - as if any of them would ever know anything of such things, - poor, sad, pathetic creatures that most of them turn out to be, but then of course I shouldn't make fun of them, instead they should be pitied! - but my remorse over mans' sorry state was short-lived as the telephone once more blared out on the landing demanding my attention ahead of presenting myself to my family downstairs.

"Zero double four six six zero five, Georgina Jones speaking!" - "Oh! - It's you! This is Sonia Kelly! - Please put me on to that wimp of a brother of yours!" Sonia Kelly was the last person George would wish to hear from at home at the weekend, so my reply was full of seductiveness and innuendo. "I'm afraid Georgy boy, my darling brother isn't here at the moment, - are you a girl friend of his? - Miss Umm?" - "Kelly!" The voice barked menacingly down the phone. "It is YOU that I wanted to talk to Mr.Jones about following your disgusting behaviour at my dinner table last night, not only over the incident with the wine, but also at hearing a young woman use such foul language in front of my friends. I was denied the chance to express my displeasure at the time, because after you had sprawled drunkenly across the table in front of Miss Baxter my guest of honour, and before you could recover your senses, your sister and her friend rushed over and helped you back to your room, - so I believe, - Madam, - you now owe me an abject apology!"

Ah yes!- now I was getting somewhere as I began to recall watching through an alchoholic haze the contents of a glass of red wine slowly trickling down the front of Miss Kelly's cream linen suit being my response to a conversation I overheard which she had with one of her acolytes in the Ladies earlier in the evening. She had confirmed her entrenched views against the employment of male teachers in Madison school leading to George's imminent dismissal from his job together with two of the other male staff, but which had nothing to do with downsizing since an equal number of women teachers had been recruited to start next term, including our house-guest Rachel, so I had staggered across to Sonia's table, delivering a little speech on behalf of my brother, promptly followed by the red wine to re-inforce my argument! - so my reply to her demand over the telephone was fairly predictable.

"I have no intention of apologising to you Miss Kelly, although I do regret wasting a perfectly good glass of beaujolais in the process. - I find the sexist views I heard you express in the Ladies loo last night repugnant and possibly amounting to unlawful sexual discrimination and I will inform my twin brother accordingly, so I expect he will take appropriate action to safeguard his employment when he sees the you at school on Monday morning, - good day Madam!" With that I slammed down the phone in triumph, and suddenly considered passing myself off as my own twin sister at school on Monday morning if I was unable to get my clothes back, since I had no intention of pleading with Annette and mother -in-law for their return, so if necessary my meeting with the headmistress should be quite an interesting one if I was still in the same fix as I was at present!

After my successful brush with Miss Kelly, and as I recalled my hoped for tryste with the elegant Miss Baxter later this evening, and bouyed up with false bravado, which seemed to diminish by the second, I still determined to march downstairs and stamp my authority upon the house-hold once more by demanding the immediate departure of Rachel and Janet for pastures new, immediate access to Annette's bedroom so that I could go and change into what-ever and when-ever I wished, - and finally, the re-establishment of my conjugal rights without further delay. - 'I was going to show THEM who was in charge around here!' But as soon as I began the white knuckle ride down the stairs, my eyes inevitably focussed on my heaving breasts nestling within their lacy cocoons, my exotically painted talons gripping the bannister to steady my shaky progress in slender heels just visible below my garishly coloured ankle length hobble skirt as I began to have grave reservations at successfully quashing any challenge my demands would meet from Annette and the others, with two of my daughters possibly lurking in the background, and judging by their sincere remarks at the dinner table last night, most likely to side with the opposition!

By the time I reached the foot of the stairs my mind was in turmoil since I felt so happy and relaxed at the prospect of my new role in the house-hold, and I began to question whether I really wanted everything to change back to more or less the way it was before. Perhaps my fantasy games had gone too far what with family and friends being aware of the state of play and the striking physical change that I had begun to initiate, as the tender feelings from the auriels of my my B-cup boobs reminded me of what I had to thank for my illicit HRT treatment, so nothing could be quite the same again now that the genie was out of the bottle. My profound thoughts were disturbed by the clatter coming from the direction of the kitchen so I poked my head round the door to find Rachel and Annette dressed in identical black slacks and baby pink tops busily putting away the week-end shopping. So having established that the girls were still round at mothers, I decided to clear the air. "Annette, I think we need to talk, - in private if you please!" The two lovebirds exchanged amused glances as I began to feel rather ridiculous wearing a summery tube dress on such a freezing cold day. "Rachel and I have no secrets from each other dearest, so sit down and you can carry on with what you have to say."

"Umm. - how long has this been ---?" - "Going on? I sat down awkwardly on a kitchen stool, my legs uncomfortably pinned together in the confines of my tight skirt and crossing my arms in a defensive posture across my breasts as she stood over me and continued. "It is nearly two years now pet, although we developed a soft spot for each other as the result of Ray babysitting our girls while you were lecturing at evening classes and I was round at mothers. On one occasion mother and I had a bit of an argument, so I came home early in a huff, and in the semi-darkness noticed the lounge curtains were open and lighting up half the countryside so I instinctively went across the grass for a peep through the open curtains to where this pretty young girl was sitting watching our television, although there was no sign of Ray. I don't know who was more surprised, - her or me, but she looked panic stricken as she stood up from her armchair and scuttled out through the lounge door. I hurried into the house and upstairs to see how our little ones were, and having made sure they were quite safe, I went to our bedroom and found my discarded dress laying across the bed along with a small vanity case upon which rested a cascade of golden tresses, while young Ray was frantically putting on his male clothes over his feminine underthings. To save his blushes I went downstairs and waited for him to sort himself out before pressing for an explanation as to his odd behaviour."

"Odd? We are not odd, are we Georgina darling?" Rachel sniggered at my wife's last remark as she took up the story, - "So when I eventually came downstairs I went into the whys and wherefores of what I was dressed as a girl for, which was quite simple really, - I succumed under the malevolent influence of that sister of yours when she came to babysit so that my mother could go out once in a while, and over the years I had got used to being the real live barbie doll in Clare's dressing up games!"

Rachel was definitely singing from the same hymn sheet as I was as I recalled my own similar, sad, story of my life as a small boy, totally at the mercy of a sister six years older than me as she forcefully imposed her wilfull ways while mother and father were at work, subjugating me with the horrors of being stripped of all my boys things and dressed from the skin out in her frilly cast-offs, and forced to play 'house' with her dollies, or play girls skipping and singing games in our garden, backed up by a vicious thrashing if I ever hesitated or failed to comply with her demands or threatened to tell our parents, so it must have given Clare tremendous satisfaction over the years watching as two of her sissified little boys grew and outwardly blossomed into two beautiful young women.

Annette now came over behind my chair and began kissing me playfully on the neck. "So Georgina, even though I still adore you dearly, what are we to do about this 'menage a trois' we find ourselves in? - Fortunately the girls have known for some time about my sexual hangup with Rachel and your equally questionable fantasies as Georgina and take a neutral stance, so have been quite happy for Rachel to move in, and Georgina to be accepted as the other new member of the household, and continue life as before provided their long-term, loving relationship with both their natural parents doesn't suffer!" I turned my head and kissed her gently on the lips,- "I am sure I am man enough to be part of the team, at least until such a time as I complete my transition, and after that I will still love you, you know, so let's all have a hug and a drink to celebrate." And so the three of us stood in a close passionate embrace, hugging and kissing and rubbing our heaving bosoms together like three giggly schoolgirls in the playground, and comparing their attributes, a competition clearly won by Rachel with my two minor assets coming in for some light hearted ridicule, with the suggestion I make an urgent appointment with my plastic surgeon!.

" Oh! by the way, Paul has invited me to sing at his rotary club dinner this evening, as he has been let down by his guest speaker, so I said we would come along to save his bacon if thats okay with you?" Annette smirked and winked at Rachel, - "Yes Paul did mention it to me, but I think he would like you all to himself, don't you darling? Surely you don't want me along playing gooseberry?" I blanched but ignored her deliberate innuendo and raised instead the other matter that was bugging me.

"But what happens on Monday, darling? I cannot possibly make an appearance at school in your cast-offs?" - "Hmm. that's true Georgina, I think Rachel and I will have to take you shopping for clothes more suitable for the sophisticated woman-about-town, and perhaps for your outing with Paul this evening pick out a slinky dress and some sexy lingerie to show off those new assets of yours, and since you will look ridiculous going out in what you are wearing now, just pop upstairs and put on something less garish before we go." "But darling, that is not quite what I mean't," I murmured weakly, "I thought you mean't -- !" Annette put her finger to my lips, "I know what you thought I mean't Georgina sweet, but if you wish to keep that little job of yours, you have to beat Sonia Kelly at her own game by pretending your brother is ill and persuade her that since you are also a teacher offer to stand in on his behalf! And anyway whatever happens she has already sacked you once!" Inwardly pleased but outwardly alarmed that she was thinking the same way as I had earlier, I bleated - "But surely that Kelly woman will see through my disguise!" Rachel then chimed in - "She didn't recognise George last night so why should she read you on Monday?" I wasn't so sure Rachel was right, and I would probably be turfed out of school on my ear, but despite my reservations I dutifully trotted off upstairs full of anticipation to prepare for my first serious shopping expedition ever, knowing full well the die was cast and there was no going back!

As a guy I never rated but hated shopping trips, but as Georgina I enjoyed the thrill of every minute and I chatted and giggled excitedly safe in the company of my two female minders as I was bundled in and out of some of their favourite fashion boutiques, trying on some outrageous outfits in the ladies changing rooms, before moving on to more up-market ladies fashion outlets and venturing into the inner sanctums of feminine frivolity to be kitted out with all the essential, as well as some risque underpinnings giving my credit card a really hard time in order to fully savour the delights of living the dream after years of shuffling about in the twilight world of a little grey man.

As for my dinner-date with Paul at the Best Western later that evening that was something else! My sing-along was politely received, but I wouldn't be making my first demo for quite a while to come, although the evening might give me the opportunity to demonstrate my prowess in another direction! So after my cabaret act I asked Paul to escort me into the cocktail lounge for a stiff drink, where Zara was busily feeding her attentive minions tidbits on her latest book but she did look up and smile giving me the chance to study her in more detail. She was dressed in a powder blue evening gown, quite tall, good looking but not a raving beauty and I should say about five years my senior! Paul and I had barely sat down to enjoy a single malt whisky before Zara confronted us with a face of thunder and totally ignoring Paul gave me a mighty dressing down for my outlandish behaviour the night before and in such colourful language poor Paul promptly scuttled for cover in the nearest gents!

When he had disappeared from sight her face changed to a welcoming smile as she commanded - "Well girl are you coming with me or staying?" Dumbly I stood up and as she turned on her heel she barked - "and don't forget your handbag!" Still in a daze after the tongue-thrashing Zara had given me, I grabbed my bag and followed in silence as we clip-clopped our way to her suite on the first floor.

No sooner had the door closed than - WOW - she turned and embraced me with such force that as our lips met and her tongue slid into my throat I could barely breath while her other hand busily fondled me down below and although I was well concealed the pressure inside my abdomen felt as though it would burst asunder. "Phew Zara - that was some introduction!" I croaked as we came up for air. Her smile was serene - "I take it you haven't slept with a lesbian before? We have to work hard for our stimulation, as you will soon find out." "Umm, but I'm not a lesbian, and no, I have never slept with one" I bleated plaintfully but she just shrugged her shoulders and taking me by the hand led me over to sit on the bed. - "This will be an experience for both of us then, since I have never slept with a man before, so to savour the pleasures of a dick instead of a pussy will be an interesting one, and in your case Georgina I am prepared to make an exception, since you appear well on your way to becoming a woman, and you will pay our sex a great compliment in doing so.

You have great looks and a natural feminine sophistication and I was instantly attracted to you when our breasts touched in the lift - it was magic! - and I just love breaking in a virgin!" - "B-But Zara, how did you find out I am a guy - or was it that obvious?" She gently ran her fingers through my hair, - "No my darling I didn't guess your little secret, I found out when I became privvy to the contents of your handbag last night, everyone was so engrossed in your verbal and physical exchanges across the dining table with that Kelly woman I was the recepient of your handbag which had slid across the table and landed in my lap. So a trip to the ladies loo to examine your credit cards, driving licence and also your diary before returning them to your big sister soon established your true credentials. I was so shocked by your deception I was tempted to tell Sonia Kelly you have no twin sister, but fortunately for you I am no fan of that lady and I could sympathise with your outburst!"

I swallowed hard at this disclosure which had compounded the bind I was in. "Anyway darling let's get down to business and enjoy the ride and not waste precious time gossiping, so help me get undressed and then I will unzip you." During bouts of constant fondling and kissing, eventually she stood, stark naked and for a moment stood smiling and blushing like a newly wed bride before she took on the maternal role and I felt rather like an infant being prepared for bed by her doting mother as she busily poked, prodded and spun me round and round."Zip down and dress off first darling, lift your arms pet, and off with your lacy slip, now sit on the bed and I will take off those pretty heels of yours, stand up and turn round so I can loosen your bra and see those lovely boobs." Zara kneeled in front of me and with my head in a complete spin I simply complied with her commands."Stand with your back to the edge of the bed, while I pull down your pantihose - good girl, now for those panties of yours, and now your cache-sex, my-oh-my what have we here!"

Freed at last from its tight restraints my tool had sprung into sight from where it was safely tucked as Zara giggled in response but she soon recovered her poise, taking my raging hard-on in her mouth. I let out a moan and I seemed to swoon away in ecstasy as my legs buckled at the shock, but Zara gently pushed me until I was laying on my back on the bed, her mouth still firmly clamped over my penis as she laid atop me. But she didn't stay like that for long and while she kept me occupied slopping and slurping with my dick in and out of her mouth, she repositioned herself until my vision was obscured by her gorgeous thighs and the bushy triangle between. I tried to reciprocate the fond attention I was receiving at the other end but despite my struggles my lips couldn't reach into her bushy haven. To my chagrin she suddenly opened her mouth, and stood up from the bed. "Why did you do that?" I muttered nonplussed."But you can't reach my pussy darling! - If you are a good boy I will make it easier for both of us, but first you must allow me to do something else to you so roll over on the bed and place your hands behind your back!" In seconds I felt in desperate need for her to service me and would concede to anything she demanded so it was with some difficulty that I compiled, since I discovered that my undies were still round my legs at half mast, trapped just above my kneecaps. "Leave your panties alone! They look nice as they are!" She commanded, so I struggled over onto my stomach and placed my hands behind my back as she had asked. I had second guessed what she would do now as I felt her hold my wrists together and glimpsed a long length of pink satin ribbon which was being used to tie up my wrists and arms, and since I was desperate to continue where she had left off I allowed her to continue her task uninterrupted, not that I had much choice in the matter. But I hadn't anticipated her passing the ribbon ties through the legs of my panties, and pulling hard on the two ends and tying both my wrists and ankles together in a double bind, I had never been in bondage before, so what the hell, it was a new and exciting experience!

"There's a good baby girl, helpless as the day you were born." She whispered quietly in my ear, and prepared herself to resume normal service. It was with much difficulty, and a lot of help from Zara that ten minutes later I was mounted astride Zara, my face buried in her bush, while she once again had a mouthful of my dick to suck on, a habit Annette would never indulge in, and I must say that despite my bonds it seemed like pure heaven, lying atop Zara experiencing indescribable pleasure when I felt gentle pressure being applied to my back passage as the tip, and then the shaft of a very large vibrator was slowly pushed into my rectum.

There was nothing I could do as my lover gripped me firmly by the cheek of one of my buttocks as her other hand manipulated this fiendish machine further and further inside me causing me excrutiating pain since I was trapped immovably by her thighs gripped tightly around my head, and I felt totally violated in the process as my moans of pleasure turned to terror, from pure heaven to pure hell, but the thrusting tool continued onwards and downwards and it felt as though my bowels would burst. It was at this moment that Zara released the pressure on my bottom allowing her to open her mouth and release my sore tool in order to speak. - "Now Georgina my love, perhaps you will realise just a little what you will have to suffer if you transition like little Rachel to become one of us!" And it dawned on me that Zara's voice had lowered several semi-tones and was definitely not that of a woman as I realised she was a transexual and I had been well and truly 'had'!

But it wasn't over yet as she once more tightened her grip on my bare bottom, once more placing my throbbing dick in her mouth and continuing to suck me dry, while the more I squirmed in my feeble efforts to free myself from her vibrator the more pleasure mixed with pain and anguish I suffered. As our exertions continued into the night she introduced me to the doubtful pleasures of the strap-on dildo, as well as re-arranging my bonds so as to perform a normal service during which I had expected to encounter a plastic fanny but coitus didn't seem any different to previous occasions, so she must have opted to the most expensive cut and fill, although she was disappointed that my hormone treatment was taking its toll down there!

The following morning Zara had already booked out of the hotel while I was still asleep, so I was woken by a hotel flunkey with my breakfast, who stayed around long enough to remove the damp bathroom towel between my legs in order to loosen the bindings on my ankles, wrists and panties, so the sight of the shrinking violet tied up in a big pink satin bow and Zara's strap-on dildo still in situ between the cheeks of my bum must have made his day!

For the second morning in a row I rolled home about eleven, absolutely bushed, but this time not due to alcohol and I was greeted at the door by Rachel with a wistful 'I know what you've been up to' smile on her face."How did you find Zara? - Did she give you the full treatment?" was her only comment, "Hard going!" was my terse reply as I scuttled off upstairs for a good scrub down in the bathroom and thankful that such an ordeal was over and unlikely to be repeated.

The rest of the weekend flew by, and despite my status as a cuckold in my own house, I soon accustomed to exile to the guest bedroom so that Annette and Rachel could freely romp in our bed while my daughters hardly gave 'Aunt Georgina' a minute to herself with Flora constantly throwing herself into my skirts for a kiss and a cuddle. Even the other two became more 'touchy-feely' than they were in the past, an experience poor old George had been denied for many a long year! "But Daddy's chin was always so rough, not like Aunt Georgina's, and he was always reading the newspaper, or watching the box," was the comment made by Florence when I quizzed her on the subject!

5.GEORGINA'S FIRST DAY AT MADISON SCHOOL.

Monday morning I emerged from the bedclothes feeling half-dead after a night of endless tossing and turning worrying about what the next few hours would bring, and after a hot bath began the task of preparing myself for the fray. I glanced nervously at the flimsy feminine frills cascading down the front of my white blouse which was hanging invitingly behind the door, together with the bright red knife-pleated skirt I had fallen in love with at first sight, the black patent leather court shoes with comfortable two inch heels which were a dream to wear, nestling beneath the padded chair upon which rested the ultimate in feminine finery, my very own selection of sanitised seduction in pale lavender silk and satin; panties, slip, pantihose and bra carefully hidden from public view by its fortunate wearer, otherwise to be dwelt upon in boyhood wet dreams.

So I began my ultimate preparations with some trepidation as I recalled the lecherous expression on Tim Palmer's face only three nights ago and how that would change later this morning now he was aware it was Mr.Jones, his class teacher, who may had given him his first experience of the hots!

Rachel undertook to run the three girls to their school in her car for the first few days, allowing me to concentrate on safely negociating the rush-hour traffic to get to work without wrecking the gearbox in my high heels or sliding out of control on the icy roads. Fortunately there is no assembly on Mondays, so I was able to make my way straight to the ladies room and deposit my black furry coat and matching hat in a spare locker, and having made sure my slip wasn't showing beneath my skirt, that my hair was neat and tidy and checked my make-up in a mirror before going for a tinkle.

I then made my way directly to my classroom but with so many agency teachers in the building neither the hordes of noisy children, nor any of the regular staff gave me a second glance as I walked slowly down the crowded first floor corridor with my document files and mother-in-law's handbag clutched to my breasts, my heart thumping like an express train in anticipation of instant recognition and ridicule, but determined not to turn and flee.

Unchallenged I reached class 3, my class of twelve year olds, and as Carl and Violet skipped past me and in through the door, I hesitated momentarily before plunging onwards into the lions den, rubbing the palms of my hands together in feverish anticipation!

"Morning boys and girls" My succulent tones cut through the uproar and thirty pairs of eyes focussed on the smiling, self-assured, attractive woman framed in the doorway, and thirty girls and boys hastily found their way to their desks, and to my total surprise and delight politely stood and in unison declared "Good morning Miss!"

This for me was a first, the appearance of Mr. Jones in the room would be totally ignored, and noise, disobedience and disruption would reign supreme throughout the rest of my day, so I savoured a moment of perfect peace with satisfaction, realising from the expression on their faces that for once I was in a position to exploit the positive impact my appearance had engendered and I had no intention of losing control over my young charges ever again.

"Mr. Jones is indisposed today, and I am very happy to be standing in in his absence, - I am also called Jones, - Miss Georgina Jones, so please be seated children and I will call out the register."

Amidst the undercurrent of whispering I trotted over to my desk, sat down and lifted the lid, slowly and daintily took out my pen, pencil and the class register and having assured myself that Tim Palmer was not present in the room, thus ensuring my true identity was safe for the time being, began to read out the roll checking off the names, as without really thinking I glanced up in the direction of each pupil as he or she stood up to answer to their name which eventually led to a young hand shooting up.

"Excuse me please Miss?" - "Yes Amanda dear." I had responded on autopilot and had just committed a cardinal sin and blown my cover as my class let out a gasp of incredulity at my indiscretion as I tried to figure out a logical response to my faux pas as one of the boys piped up - "It's Mr. Jones!" "No it's not!" said another as the noise in the classroom began to build."But she doesn't look or even sound like him, she is too pretty!" I stood waiting for the world to come crashing down about my head, unable to react to my precarious position as the children continued to argue. "Please Miss, tell us you are not Mr. Jones?" I cleared my dry throat to confirm their worse fears but changed my mind and replied, seductively, "That my dears, - is for me to know and you to ponder!" My answer did not satisfy my young charges as half a dozen hands shot up.

I was saved momentarily as Sonia Kelly marched into the room to glare in anger and disbelief at finding herself confronted by her nemesis, and the giggling in the room was replaced by a subdued whisper. "What the devil are you doing in here? - and where on earth is that useless brother of yours, I want a word with him!" My pupils found Miss Kelly's irreverant remark in view of my convincing disguise highly amusing and they giggled quietly in the background while I had recovered my composure and chose not to respond to her verbal barbs right away, deciding instead to twist the knife a wee bit further. - "Good morning headmistress, I trust you had a pleasant weekend!"

She snorted at my affrontary and under her breath she muttered, - "Thanks to you, - NO! - I don't think that is likely after our telephone conversation the other day, do you Miss Jones?" She sneered although it was obvious the headmistress had no inkling of who I really was." - I smiled patronisingly as I commented - "George is also still rather poorly, so he felt it would be alright if Georgina, his twin sister stood in for him instead, after all I am currently between jobs, a trained teacher and I will not cost you any more money to employ!"

Because of my crass stupidity I had failed miserably to fool my class, and despite their vote of solidarity at my parlous state I expected someone to be telling tales any minute, but instead they excitedly pushed forward in support of my case as Jessica's tiny voice piped up. "Please Miss Kelly, we would like Miss Jones to be our teacher until Mr. Jones returns, so please say yes."Sonia looked as though she would explode as I tried to calm the class. "Shush children, a little less noise if you please! - Headmistress has a headache!"

Sonia wearily put her hands to her head as my pupils excitedly pleaded my case, but she then tried to re-assert her authority. "That is for me to decide, not you children!" - she snapped, "And if Mr. Jones cannot maintain control, what hope has his sister?" - but I knew she had lost the battle since the school couldn't even get enough relief staff as it was, so a crowd of clamouring kids were bound to get their own way, come what may, but her next announcement had the class stunned into silence. "The reason I came into the room was to find out why it was so quiet in here, because normally with Mr. Jones present, this noisy disruptive class is totally out of control which is one of the reasons he leaves at end of term, but I must admit his sister does seem to have a calming influence on you all, so please keep it up girls and boys."

There was a subdued moan of disappointment at hearing the news of my impending departure, but Sonia hadn't quite finished yet. "Meanwhile Miss Jones, I suggest you carry on for the time being, while I discuss the matter with Mrs. West the school secretary." - Amid renewed cheers Sonia quit the room leaving me to continue to harvest the fruits of my new-found popularity, since the children were undoubtedly enjoying the sight of 'Mr. Jones dressed up as a lady teacher' and sharing my dark secret concealed by the sexiest of feminine underpinnings from the prying eyes of those in authority, especially since there were still lingering doubts among some of the pupils as to whether I really was 'the creepy Mr. Jones'. So with such an attentive audience trying to second guess my true identity, I would be able to enjoy playing my little game for a few hours longer before probably being ejected from the school, so I tried to press on with the first lesson of the day!

It was at this moment that Tim Palmer poked his head round the door having been caught up in snowbound traffic up-country with his parents, so as he hesitated momentarily on the thresh-hold I smiled a welcoming smile and declared."Please come in Tim" - "Umm. Good morning - Umm - Miss?" Although he already knew who I really was, it was obvious from his startled reply he had never expected to be confronted by Georgina Jones in the classroom."Sit down dear and join the class in opening your books at the chapter on 'The Nature of Mass Protests in the 20th century!" Having recovered from the shock he went over and sat down awkwardly at his desk at the back of the class, but was soon whispering and sniggering in undertones to Carl Sperry while my face burned with embarrassment knowing full well he was recounting the hotel incident with the bouquet of flowers and me in my sexy underwear!

"Please Timmy dear, are you still part of this team? - and if so perhaps you would like to share your little joke with us all?" My sickly sweet enquiry struck a raw nerve as Tim visibly coloured and amidst an undercurrent of giggling from the girls, Tim wriggled uncomfortably in his seat. "Sorry Mr. - I mean Miss!" He mumbled, humbled! - "Good lad, please pay proper attention to your form mistress otherwise I might ask you to spend another hour or two after lessons in my delightful company!"- and at Tim's expense the boys responded with an appreciative howl of catcalls and wolf whistles at my choice remark before we settled down to study.

I could tell that the class were not really interested in the lesson, but more interested in me, and it was not long before a hand shot up. - "Please Miss, why are you dressed like a lady?" I smiled benignly at Jamie. "I wondered how long it would be before someone asked my dear. When I was just a little boy, like you and most boys, I didn't want to be a girl and be called a sissy, but sadly I was being cared for by my older sister who, despite my objections, bullied and co-erced me into dressing as a little girl for most of the time.

Although I hated my childhood experience, when I grew up I missed the thrill and expectation of being forced to dress up, and my loathing turned into a compulsive longing, so much so that I secretly bought and borrowed and thus acquired a wardrobe of womens clothes which I loved to wear whenever and wherever I could. In the meantime I met a girl who I fell in love with and married, and now I have three wonderful teenage daughters.

Recently my guilty secret was discovered by my family and over time they used this knowledge to trap me and re-impose the regime I had to endure as a child, by taking my wallet and credit cards, and depriving me of every vestige of male clothing that I owned. With my tacit approval I was provided with a complete female wardrobe with which to renew my former existance - hence my startling appearance in class this morning, posing as my twin sister, since I have nowhere to hide and must face up to overcoming the difficulties my past behaviour deserves, firstly by trying to retain my teaching job, but as Georgina Jones, so I am very much in your hands."

The class had listened to what I had to say in complete silence and when I had finished, Amanda, the class captain replied. "Please Miss we will help you all we can, won't we class?- Hands up those in favour" The entire class stood up and raised their hands in agreement, as I tried to reply and hide my tears knowing there was little my class could do to save my skin. "Thank you class 3, you aren't such a bad lot after all, and I will be sorry to have to leave you." I clapped my hands together and trying to put a brave face on things told them to resume their seats in order to continue the lesson which they reluctantly did.

But their curiosity was now fully aroused as another hand shot up. "Yes Sally?" Sally was one of my most disruptive pupils and she was also the class bully so her saucy question came as no surprise, her question greeted with sniggers from the boys and rapt attention from the girls.- "Please Mr. Jones, do you wear panties under your dresses like I do?"

I gave an impression of pondering my answer before I gave her a dead-pan response. "Please Sally, in future please call me 'Miss' Jones, and no Sally, I do not wear panties like you do, and having seen how fond you are of flashing your panties in front of the boys and sometimes even showing off what you have inside them, I know that your panties are normally cotton in pretty colours or printed with posies of flowers, but yes, I do wear panties and other ladies underpinnings as Mr. Palmer over there can confirm." I grinned as all eyes turned towards Tim as as he wriggled awkwardly in his seat, feeling uncomfortable in trousers which must have become too tight at my pointed comment as I continued. "But mine are much more exotic, probably like your Mummies, much more feminine and made of silk or satin with pretty frills or lace inserts and cut to show more of her legs so as to please your Daddy.

The panties I am fortunate enough to be wearing now are pale lavender silk and lace to match my bra. matched by a lacy suspender belt, so that I may enjoy the luxury of wearing sheer silk stockings, something you don't need to wear for the time being, although I can see your Mummy permits you to wear an 'A' cup training bra. under your blouse.

And so Sally, having answered your question, may I enquire the colour of your panties? I am sure we would all like to know?" Having cut my number one public enemy down to size I allowed myself a faint smile as the girls and boys joined in the whoops of laughter at my reply, as poor Sally's face went beetroot red and she slumped down heavily on her bench, sobbing in anger and frustration at my riposte, elbows on desk with her hands covering her ears to shut out the infernal din around her.

At morning break I decided to risk the common room and found myself readily accepted at face value, although rumours were already circulating about the rumpuss in class 3, and I soon found out what a real clown my brother was considered to be, and strangely enough I was inclined to agree. But I seemed to be singled out for particular attention from the younger male members of the teaching staff wishing to make the acquaintance of the mysterious 'Miss Jones' and bathe in her glory, which spoke volumes for Annette investing in top quality beauty products, and a perfume with an equally subversive appeal, so much so that I was aware of a familiar, delightfully warming sensation in my panties, which for some reason, just wouldn't go away!

Back in class I was also fighting off well meaning attention from a number of boys and girls all vyeing with each other to be 'teacher's pet' with spurious offers to be my blackboard monitor, 'I.T.' monitor, fire steward or safety monitor with one little girl even offering to take care of my handbag! But some of their classmates were more circumspect and kept their distance, particularly some of the boys who must have feared being either contaminated by my sissy ways or even intrigued or aroused by the novelty of my situation which under the circumstances I knew to be perfectly understandable.

And their curiosity had been aroused following my questioning earlier so a young hand soon shot up as Denise pointed her finger and asked.."Are your 'boobies' real Miss, like some of us girls in the class?" - "Hush children no more laughing at my expense or Miss won't answer any more questions, but the answer Denise is yes - they are not very big at the moment as they were home grown with hormones, but given time, perhaps if and when I transition, I can have them made much larger still." The uproar subsided and I continued to field a few more personal questions and waiting for the inevitable which came from Stewart.

"Mr. Jones, will you get a sex change by having your 'thingy' cut off and have a slit in its place like Sally and then become a real lady all the time?" My demeanour must have visibly darkened judging by the concerned expressions on their young faces as they awaited in thrall for my reaction to such an offensive question asked in such an innocent and forthright way by a boy of such tender years.

"Stewart! I am surprised and appalled by you having the nerve to ask such an impertinant question and the way in which it was phrased. Perhaps you would tell me how and why you are privvy to such information." The boy had reddened somewhat but he still blurted out, - "My Mum and Dad are always talking about people changing sex and argue about whether it is right - after all I read the lurid headlines in the newspapers and we all know these things happen, - its no big deal as far as I am concerned, Mum is a feminist and Dad is a macho pig so I get fed up with hearing them rowing about it!"

I warmed to Stewart's frank reply which brought a murmur of approval from the others, so it seemed right to respond in similar vein. " Yes, I would love to be just like any other woman, and I am considering having my male bits and pieces cut off and what is left re-arranged to make it look as if I was a real lady underneath just like all of you girls, then I would be able to please any boyfriends I may have." My reply was followed by collective groans and shudders from the boys but a squeal of delighted approval from the girls and they seemed happy with my explanation which would give them plenty to talk about at playtime. "Would you like to have babies Miss?" " Yes Violet I would love to, but unlike you, I could never make babies even if I was much younger than I am now. Now children, that is enough about me, now let us get back to our lessons."

I was amazed at the authority I was now able to wield, with so much success and so little effort, as my pupils settled down to diligent study, which seemed to be a measure of the effectiveness of 'petticoat government', and for the first time in years I was able to enjoy a stress-free day in my job and I was even looking forward to seeing my young charges in the morning if the powers that be would allow me that privilege! So it was a relief when I was summoned to the secretary's office before I left for home and informed that as long as I could keep out from under Miss Kelly's feet, I was welcome to continue to teach George's pupils until he returned but could I supply my relevant tax and insurance details later in the week in order to be put on the payroll. I could hardly expect to be paid twice, which mean't soon I would have to either come clean and confess, or come up with a plan to take George's place on a permanent basis in order to resolve the situation one way or another.

Even though I was still the same person on the inside, my outward blossoming into a beautiful, intelligent young woman instead of the boring old fart I had projected in the past led to my universal acceptance at home and in school as an understanding and likeable person worthy of rapt attention from my pupils at school and even earning respect from my young daughters who could hardly conceal their delight at now having two such a caring, sharing parents in the family. I felt blessed at the way things were working out despite harbouring fears about Rachel's involvement in the day to day running of the house-hold, and not forgetting those long, hot, steamy nights in my former bedroom, if what Annette had claimed was true, despite Rachel lacking the vital equipment to fulfill her needs in the proscribed manner!

6. AN ACCIDENT WITH CONSEQUENCES.

On Wednesday morning the wind-chill was worse than earlier in the week, so I was even more cautious as I drove towards school, keeping a careful look-out for black ice on the treacherous roads and I had barely driven a quarter of a mile and was half-way down Camelia Avenue when my car was struck on the nearside by a car coming out from a driveway and was spun round to face the way I had come. Shocked and dazed I sat with my hands over my face as I heard the other driver quit their car and come over to inspect the damage their carelessness had caused and find out whether their victim was all right.

"I am dreadfully sorry, I couldn't stop, are you okay honey?" She had opened the drivers door and it was only when I took my hands from over my face that Sandra Fellowes recognised me. "George, it's you! Are you hurt? Shall I call an ambulance?" I recovered my senses in double quick time and made a cursory assessment of my state of health. "No Sandra! Please don't do that, people will talk, I just have a graze and a headache that's all." Relief was written all over her face as she remarked pointedly. "With the number of accidents I have had coming out of my drive the damage this time is negligable, so I think this is a let-off for both of us Georgy-girl don't you? Actually I was on my way to the hairdressers and late for my appointment but just you sit there a moment dear, and I will move my car out of the road and help you indoors."

I sat and waited as Sandra reversed her car onto her drive and then came over to assist as I undid my seat-belt, picked up my handbag, climbed out and locked my car before making my way slowly and stiffly towards the Fellowes residence.

"Is Chris still at home Sandra?" Having been assured that he had already gone off to work, I allowed myself to be taken into the drawing-room and sat down on the sofa as Sandra bustled off and returned with two strong cups of coffee, and while I was taking dainty sips Sandra decided to have her say. "Now I have you all to myself, perhaps I can apologise on Chris's behalf for the way he re-acted at your birthday dinner the other evening, storming out the way he did and dragging me along with him. I have never, ever, seen him so upset, not really violent or angry the way he normally is, - just perplexed, - and he didn't stop ranting and raving about you for the rest of the night, whilst his language simply made my hair curl."

"So when I tried to reason with him and suggested he thought you were attractive as a woman, his scarlet face had the guilt ridden expression of a little schoolboy who had been caught with his trousers down, especially when he grudgingly admitted how beautiful you were as Georgina, and not at all like the drag queens he always insisted on watching on the television, so I told him I failed to see what he had to gripe about, seeing he had actually admitted fancying you."

"Chris's reaction was predictable - 'I am NOT going to have that fairy as one of my friends, I never have done in the past, and now I see him in his true colours I don't intend starting now, and I certainly don't want us or our children polluted by THAT, even if he is their god-parent!' - was his immediate reaction to my observations, and from what I can see of you now darling, I even fancy you myself!" Sandra Fellowe's reputation as a bit of a nympho was legendary, so I coughed lightly , pretending to have missed her final telling remark, having kept safely out of her clutches up until now, as she took away my empty cup.

" Now we have finished coffee you can come upstairs and I will treat that graze of yours, otherwise it might go septic." I suddenly felt uncomfortable as I remembered Chris's temper tantrums whenever we played golf, especially as Sandra was such a lovely looking doll, - "Are you sure that's wise? - We might be seen from the road going up the staircase and I will be recognised, or he might come back and think the worse? Her lilting laughter echoed through the room. "Have you looked in the mirror lately darling? - and anyway, where-ever were you off to so early, dressed up to the nines?" I glanced down self-consciously at my smart, blue pin-stripe midi-skirt visible beneath my unbuttoned fake fur coat, while the lacy bra I was wearing could be glimpsed beneath my white tailored blouse. "Well actually Sandra, I am on my way to work." With this news she hooted and doubled up uncontrollably as she shook with laughter, while I just felt miffed at her lack of proprietry.

"Perhaps when you recover from the giggles you could ring the school and tell them Georgina will be late for assembly, but don't ring Annette, she might get the wrong idea." My reprimand had Sandra wiping the tears from her eyes as she eventually trotted off to relay my message to Helen, the school secretary, and also to cancel her own hair-do. Fifteen minutes later my discarded fur lay across the bed while I was sitting on the stool in Sandra's bedroom as she bathed the graze on my cheek with a cotton wool pad. "You have very smooth soft skin, just like a young girl," - she whispered gently in my ear. - "Err yes, - My beautician waxed my face to remove the stubble." - She then gently rubbed my nylon clad leg; - "And she waxed your legs too?"

As I opened my mouth to reply, she swung her head round kissing me hard on the lips pushing me to the floor, and as she lowered herself alongside I breathlessly responded in kind as our tongues and bodies intertwined. I then felt her thrust her hand up inside my skirt and begin groping around the outside of my pantihose before pulling away and wailing in desperation. "Where is it then? Surely you haven't gone the whole hog and had it all cut off like Rachel? - at least not just yet!" - I giggled breathlessly at her frustration - "No such luck Sandra dear! My balls are pushed up inside my abdomen and my shaft is safely tucked between my legs." Armed with this piece of news she renewed her attack upon my nether regions and freed my tackle from their silken bonds before she pushed on with the business in hand!

"Please don't Sandra! - He might catch us! - I'm not that sort of girl!" I bleated unconvincingly. "Oh no! Well what sort of girl are you Darling?" -She laughed in triumph, - "After all, you certainly look like a typical woman, and seeing George's days of partnering my husband and making a golf widow out of me are over, now is payback time! In future Georgina, you will make a lovely addition to my menagerie; perhaps you can partner me at bridge, attend my coffee mornings, as well as be my personal maid and service me instead of hitting little white balls into holes in a silly piece of grass! I had dreams of hubby marching into the room and giving my beautiful body a thrashing with his golf clubs but there was nothing I could do about the situation I now found myself in, so I prepared to lay back and enjoy the moment, as Sandra stood up, ripped off her dress and plunged once more on top of me!

We eventually came up for air after about an hour, and while I restored my make-up, Sandra disappeared downstairs to make some coffee. The commotion outside in the Avenue drew me to the window and I looked out realising my abandoned car had attracted the attention of the police, who were now prowling round the vehicle, since in a state of shock I had failed to park at the side of the road following my accident! "Georgina dear, the police would like a word with you!" Sandra called from the hall just as I began to descend the staircase. "Is that your car outside in the road Madam?"

The policeman stood towering over me, his steely eyes only adding to a feeling of unease as I recalled the name on the driving licence residing in my handbag, so after my physical exertions of the past hour and my confused replies, I hardly gave a convincing impression as to my true identity, having distinctly told him my name was George Jones. "Ahem! Is that so Sir!" He replied, hardly convinced. "I would like to inspect your driving licence and vehicle documents" I told him I didn't have them with me, so his face broke into a broad grin as he slowly took out his notebook, licked his pencil and delivered his riposte. " In that case dear Sir or Madam, I must insist on taking down your particulars!"

I didn't share his little joke as his massive frame inwardly shook with laughter, so having provided him with all the information he required, I was told to report to the police within seventy-two hours armed with the incriminating evidence! "And please tell Mrs.Fellowes we are taking an active interest in the number of times she is involved in minor collisions outside her house. She has a clear view from her driveway , and all the reported incidents we have been informed of by concerned neighbours involved young unaccompanied car drivers of the male sex, while you, Sir or Madam, might be the one exception!" His parting shot certainly gave me plenty to mull over!

7. A CONFESSION WITH CONSEQUENCES.

My eventful journey to school took all of two hours, and when I arrived the raucous noise issuing from my classroom was soon replaced by a murmur of relief from our stressed out headmistress as I trotted into class to take over while she scuttled off as fast as her tiny, spindly legs would allow. "Excuse me please Miss?" - "Yes Harry, you may go!" It was halfway through a geography lesson and one of my brightest pupils and the son of a school governor had raised his hand;-"No Miss, it isn't that I want to go to the toilet, - we just wanted to know whether you were to remain as our teacher or if you would still be forced to leave at end of term?"

I smiled grimly, "Sorry Harry dear, but I cannot answer that question since I just don't know whether my outward change will make any difference to Miss Kelly's decision once she knows who I really am, as it is I have to tell headmistress my real identity later on today." There was a collective gasp of concern at this news. "Now children, please let us get on with the lesson, whatever happens to me I'm afraid there is nothing you can do to stop it!" I could tell some of the class were upset and crying as I turned to the blackboard to hide my own tears as I determined to see the school secretary during the lunch break and clear the air once and for all.

"Ah! - Miss Jones,- do you have your tax details for us?" Faced by Miss Kelly as well as the school secretary I felt like 'I' was the little girl going to teacher to confess to being naughty as I hung my head in shame as I mumbled. "You already have my personal details on file Mrs. West, - under the name of the person you already know as my twin brother!" The two ladies faces were pictures of confusion and disbelief. "But madam, that cannot be true!" I confirmed the truth of my statement as I replied in my lower vocal register. "Sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but as you can now tell, I AM George Jones, and you certainly aren't the first that I fooled and you won't be the last!"

"How marvellous! - Well Mr. Jones, you certainly fooled me!" Mrs. West laughed uproariously but headmistress was not amused as with a face like thunder she fired off both barrels. "I am the last person you will make a fool of in this school - Jones! - you can clear your locker and leave the school premises immediately!" - "Not before I have voiced my concerns about the way you are removing the male elements of your staff, without due cause, and replacing them with women teachers, your policy is one of feminism gone mad and I intend taking my complaint further!"

With a look of triumph Miss Kelly demolished my argument in one sentence! "Perhaps then Missy, in your particular case, you would kindly explain in your current role as 'Miss Jones', how and why you were able to tame the most riotous and disruptive class in the school in a single day, even to the extent of being able to teach the little monsters, despite having completely failed in the same endeavour as a man? It is a pity you are unable to fulfill your potential in your 'alter ego', you showed great promise as a woman teacher, and as such you would have made a significant contribution to the teaching and acting professions, which after all, is what most teachers are - failed actors! - except in your case you did not fail in either respect, so you could always become an actress if you so wish".

" But you certainly cannot remain in your present post any longer in view of what you have just told us, and although you might be outwardly demonstrating what you consider to be your feminist credentials to good effect, perhaps in order to save your miserable little job, below the surface you are still only a weak man." I had no immediate answer to her argument, so accompanied by the Head, I was marched into the ladies cloakroom to collect up my belongings. "Bye-the-bye Mr. Jones, did the children know who you really were?" My reply gave Miss Kelly plenty to think about as I drove away into the sunset!

8.PUPIL POWER IN PETTICOATS!

"Darling, Miss Kelly is on the line asking for Georgina!" Thursday was a warm, brilliantly sunny day and I was helping out with the filing in Annette's 'den', so a mid-morning phone call from the school asking 'Miss Jones' to put in an immediate appearance in the Head's office was totally unexpected, as was Georgina's response over the phone, - "I will be there within twenty minutes Sonia." - and I hung up! A worried looking Headmistress was waiting on the steps as I drove up to the school, and she wasted no time in putting me in the picture, although she sensibly took time out to tell me how she "Loved my dress!", - actually it was one of Annette's old cast-offs!

"Your little darlings have been inconsolable since your abrupt departure yesterday lunchtime, so much so that where-ever possible, we arranged for their parents to collect them from school early, thinking that this morning things would get back to normal, which is exactly what appeared to happen, even though they were all rather subdued and quietly whispering to each other in morning assembly, but subsequent events have proved us wrong!"

We had been making our way steadily towards my class on the first floor, where the children had barricaded themselves in the classroom, and we were greeted by Mrs. West, the school secretary and Mr. Smythe, the deputy head, who looked me up and down with disdainfull contempt for the lovely clothes I was wearing before turning away to conduct a whispered conversation with the school nurse who was also present, while against a background of childrens' laughter and giggling coming from behind the closed door Miss Kelly brought me up-to-date with the mornings events.

"After assembly the class had gone to the sports-hall to change for gymnastics, but instead of splitting to get changed, they all piled into the girls changing-rooms, and after about fifteen minutes the school janitor saw both girls and boys come out of the girls' locker room, but still wearing their school uniforms, and it was only as they ran shouting and screaming along the corridor and up the main staircase towards their classroom that someone realised nearly the whole class had somehow swapped clothes with the other sex, apart from those who were too squat, fat or too lanky, or just too scared of the consequences to swop. Most of the girls are now dressed in boys clothes, while nearly all the boys are now wearing either a girls school pinafore dress and blouse, and since there are more boys than girls in your class, three or four boys are dressed in pretty party dresses which they must have borrowed from their sisters at home!"

"But what has all this got to do with me, Miss Kelly!" I asked impatiently as the headmistress grimmaced . "After they had barricaded themselves in the classroom, young Harry Bradshaw phoned my office on his mobile, and demanded you are present when their grievances are aired, otherwise he would publicise their solidarity by contacting the local news syndication service by mobile and tell the reporter what was going on. Since classroom 5 is clearly visible from the main road, a protest crowd of cross-dressed kids would make a marvellous story for the tabloids, something I wish to avoid at all costs, so I was forced to invite you along to hear what they have to say." I laughed at this news then commented thoughtfully, - "Yes, young Harry will make a good publicist when he grows up!"

Miss Kelly rang Harry on his mobile and after she had confirmed I was present, the classroom door was opened just wide enough to allow five of my pupils to squeeze through the opening before the door was slammed behind them. Their 'delegation' included Jackie and Sarah, who stood in the background, giggling quietly together, dressed in ill-fitting shirts, jackets and trousers, while Dirk and Freddy, looking extremely nervous and uncomfortable, dressed as they were in their borrowed girls' regulation uniforms of pink candy stripe pinafore dresses worn over white blouses, topped by their mops of untidy hair, and on their feet pink and white frilly ankle socks and dainty girls shoes in shiny black leather, while alongside stood a sweet looking Harry wearing a girls satin and lace party dress in pale blue, with white anklets and darling single strap soft leather shoes in pale blue, while from one of his lace gloved hands was hanging a dainty dolly bag with cute satin drawstrings, and on his head was a girly looking blonde wig tied at the sides in two bunches with satin ribbon bows, also in blue.

"My don't you three boys look sweet, while as for you two girls, - you look prettier than ever!- Do you think so Miss Georgina?" I nodded my curls both in agreement and disbelief, while for two of the boys, Nurse Reynold's gushing compliments only added to their despair, whereas Harry giggled happily along with the girls, and he showed no signs of distress or discomfort and was obviously thoroughly enjoying the moment, so I thought a comment was necessary.

"That's a lovely frilly dress you are wearing Harry? Did you borrow it from your sister?" My compliment was not well received, and his reply came as a shock as he looked snootily down his nose!

"Actually I don't have any brothers or sisters, this is the dress Mummy bought me for my birthday, and I even have others to wear whenever and where-ever I wish, the same as you do Miss Jones, - and when I am dressed like this, I am always known by my friends as Harriet!" His bare-faced admission of being a pansy-boy and his put-down of me surprised everybody, but he ignored the stares of disapproval and the sniggers of contempt as he continued briskly, - "I have left my cell-phone with Violet and Carla in the classroom so that we can keep in touch through Miss Kelly's mobile." It was obvious this lad had thought of everything as the headmistress cleared her throat to speak. "Now then girls and boys, whats this protest all about?"

Despite the distraction of Harry noisily swishing his dress to and fro as he daintily held his satin skirt in his hands, in the way that any coy little girl would, he was still ready with his response. - "Please Miss, we would like to have Miss Jones back, since Mr. Jones has made such a wonderful teacher as a woman and we all miss her." - Miss Kelly sniffed, - " I don't really think that is anything to do with you kids, and the way you are dressed isn't going to help your case, since as you already know the lady in question is not a real lady, and that presents certain problems which I am not prepared to countenance in my school! So she, or perhaps I should say he, or even 'IT', has been asked to leave at the end of the month." - Little Sarah then joined in the fray "But that's not fair Miss, and since we are all wearing the wrong clothes, the same as HE is, you should also exclude us, but we know you won't do that since our mummies and daddies will put up a fight, so we feel you should also re-instate our teacher as well."

Harry was getting quite heated as he took over the debate once again, - "Anyway Miss Kelly, my father knows that not only Mr. Jones, but two other of the men teachers were already under notice to quit, which daddy said was because of your extreme feminist views, and he says it is case of blatant sexism which should be challenged in the courts, and daddy would even be prepared to resign as a school governor in order to act in such a case, should the situation not be resolved". Miss Kelly looked as though she could have throttled Harry on the spot, - even though the young boy's father was a lawyer! "Now that's enough you kids, you have had your say; - Miss,- I mean Mr.Jones has been fired, and that is the end of the matter as far as you are concerned! - I will not give into blackmail so you can all go back to the gym and change into your own clothes." She was determined to dig her heels in and rang Violet on her mobile to inform the other children of her decision.

But Violet asked for Harry to endorse what Sonia had said, and her plan fell apart as Harry told Violet to go ahead and ring Max Booth, the publicist! "Wait a minute now Harry, lets not be hasty! - Now don't you DARE ring off young lady!" Sonia had grabbed the mobile back from Harry and yelled to Violet down the phone while Harry squeaked defiantly, - "I'm Harriet, if you please Miss Kelly!- and we WON'T give in and we will get the other boys and girls in the school to join in our protest, - I have always wanted to be in the papers and on television, - it could be fun with all of us dressed up!"

The deputy head then decided to throw his hat into the ring. "Please Headmistress, we can't have the press AND hoards of cross-dressed kids running about the school, we will be a laughing-stock, we must settle this NOW! even if it does mean re-instating our sissy-friend over there!" Heads generally nodded in agreement as nine pairs of eyes focussed on Miss Kelly as she slowly wilted under the pressure. "I will meet your demands half-way, I will rescind the notice on HER and the other two gentlemen, provided that the press do not get involved".

"But all the children in class 5 must agree to go home tonight dressed just the way they are and each with a letter addressed to their parents explaining what happened here today, and that they must come back to school in the morning dressed just the same, and that they will ALL continue to do so for the rest of this term, since they find the prospect of dressing as the opposite sex so appealing. 'Georgina' will also give the boys a few lessons in make-up, fashion and deportment, to add to the ridicule they will have to endure from the rest of school for being so stupid as to oppose ME, and this is my final word on the matter, so I will leave you, Deputy Head, to draft a letter to parents and to make sure the pupils comply with my demands!" With an ironic laugh she turned on her heel and steamed off, leaving in her wake either sublime contentment or confusion and disbelief for some, and tearful despair for others.

"Good morning Miss, what can I do for you?" On Friday morning on the way to school, I had called in at the police station armed with the traffic report slip and my motoring documents for inspection by the desk sargeant, but instead of replying I just gave him a friendly smile as I handed him the incriminating evidence. He scanned the traffic report sheets, did a double take at the name on the documents before the inevitable question."Are these your documents, err. - Miss?" I gave him another dazzling smile but was unable to stop myself as I replied in a posh, but dumbed down voice, -"Yes, I am afraid they are, - why officer? is there something the matter?

His reaction was to lean across the desk and fix me with a stare of scorn and disbelief. "To be frank, Madam, - there is! - unless of course, you are the teacher at Madison School who just happens to be called Mr.Jones but at the moment is teaching under the 'nom-de-plume' of Georgina?" - "I am afraid officer, I must admit you have rather caught me out, - yes, that is me!" - From the look on the policeman's face, I thought I was about to be thumped so I took a step back from the desk as he straightened up and his face contorted with rage.

"So YOU are the bloke in a dress who is responsible for Carl coming home from from school minus his trousers, and thanks to Mr. Smythe's letter, expected to go to school wearing skirts belonging to Veronica, his girl friend for the rest of this term!" Ah! I suddenly realised this must be Carl Sperry's father but he wasn't finished yet!- "Carl is our only child, so when he informs my wife that as the result of yesterdays events he has never, ever felt so happy in his life, you can imagine how I feel about you! - You are supposed to be his teacher and equip him with the skills to grow up as a normal, balanced, healthy male, not create so much uncertainty in our son, so much so that he says he now wishes he was a girl, and would like to become one, so thank your lucky stars I am now on duty, otherwise my fists would paste portions of your beautiful face all over that wall over there!" Despite the threat, my breasts swelled with pride at his throw-away compliment, since I knew he mean't it as he continued.

"This morning, having helped himself to a pair of his mother's freshly ironed panties and bra without as much as asking her permission, his mother dressed him in a skirt and blouse, put some make-upon his face, and then he insisted she tie his shiny long hair in bunches before he admired himself in the mirror and remarked how pretty he looked as 'Carla' before skipping off happily to school, but for all my bitter objections I think Mrs.Sperry finds the prospect of having a sissy son to model as a younger version of herself as an irresistable challenge, - I always knew it was a mistake letting my wife grow his hair long, so you can imagine my feelings about THAT!"

The Sargeant handed me my documents and told me to 'bugger off' knowing he could hardly charge me with a misdemeanour either for dressing in women's clothes with his son now well on his way to school dressed as a little girl or even for any inconsistency in my vehicle documents which were in apple-pie order and he even overlooked the fact I never reported the accident!

As I drove into my parking bay I could see Harriet standing out from the rest of the boys from class 5 as they congregated in their blazers and pretty candy striped dresses in front of the main door, since he was now wearing beneath his school blazer a white lacy blouse, and a pink poodle skirt from beneath which peeped the layers of shimmering white net petticoats, and sporting a dainty dolly bag in his gloved hand!

They were standing in a tight little group anxiously waiting for the school bell to ring, while being surrounded by, and subjected to some verbal and physical bullying from some of the other pupils, and being pelted with half-frozen freshly manured earth from one of the flower beds by the car park, or having their skirts pulled up in the air exposing their trunks or 'y-fronts', although I could see some of the boys had even taken to wearing girly underwear, and in Harry's case, a pair of frilly pink rhumba panties, much to the delight of the girls watching and cheering.

I locked my car and trotted over towards the group in my Stewart tartan cape worn over my 'Laura Ashley' dress in order to lend my moral support. "Here comes the 'Queen of the Fairies'!" Hooted one of the girls as I approached, and in view of their distressed state I shepherded my charges into the relative safety of the school so that they could clean up their soiled dresses in the washroom.

"Hurry up into school Carla dear;" I had gone outside once again just in time to usher the sargeant's delightful looking son wearing a green hooded cape over his school uniform as he rushed in through the main doors to mix with the other boys in his class, before I turned to confront the bullies, still intent on causing grief for my late arrivals. From the dozen or so still loitering about, I picked out the two boys with the dirtiest hands and two of the noisiest girls. "Parker! Thompson! Andrews and Smithers, you are on report! Inside please, at once! - Wash the dirt off your hands and then report to me in the teatment room!"

Turning on my heel I beat a hasty retreat from an undercurrent of abusive remarks, and hoping and praying that my assertive manner would deter the others from pelting my cape and frock with garden muck, but fortunately Miss Kelly had made a sudden appearance to find out what the disturbance was about as her voice boomed out. "Off you four go and do as Miss Jones has ordered, and I suggest the rest of you kids break it up or you will get some of the same treatment!" - and the remaining youngsters soon split in the face of the headmistress's threats.

I found Nurse Reynolds in the treatment room and a couple of minutes later my four victims arrived in the room and were told to go into the cubicles and remove their outer garments, including their shoes and socks, and pass them out to us. Eventually they complied, and despite their fearful protests of retribution by their peers, we redistributed the clothing between the four, augmented by some girls' shoes from the second hand store which would fit the boys and told them to dress in what they were given. There were many tears and arguments, particularly from the two boys, but eventually they did as they were told, as unwillingly they shuffled awkwardly back to their classrooms wearing their borrowed weeds and having to face the ridicule and scorn of their classmates, and I promised that anyone reported for bullying anyone in my class or my four recent recruits for the way in which they were dressed, would be punished in a similar manner!

Elsewhere in the school and unfortunately for some, the threats of retribution led to a spate of malicious accusations of bullying of pupils in my class, thus boys and girls from other classes in the school became implicated, and so the in-house supply of discarded second-hand uniforms and shoes ensured that nobody had to go without as more and more kids returned home armed with a letter from Mr. Smythe explaining away the reason for their novel attire. There were some loving couples in the upper school who had taken advantage of the situation to indulge in some role-swapping of their own, just for the fun of it, while Harriet, Carla and their friends had turned up to school in whatever took their fancy, some claiming that 'these were the only clothes their sisters owned', although I am sure their sisters couldn't all have been hookers!

Eventually over half of the school were wandering about cross-dressed, and as a result, phone-calls and letters of complaint from irate parents snowballed, so by the middle of the following week the pupils had resumed their normal gender dress code with exception of Harriet, Carla, and a few other boys and just one girl, but not forgetting Miss Georgina Jones, who continued to revel in the lifestyle to which she had lately become accustomed, egged on by a fully supportive family, who held out the prospect of some serious physical alterations to her plumbing, given a little more time!

On my journeys to and from school, I now had to negociate an additional hazard as Sandra Fellowes had warned me she would be advertising her current availability for 'hanky-panky' by adjusting one of her curtains to suit her current situation, and even though my recent mind-blowing session in her exclusive company was a truly memorable occasion, I was determined not to become a regular member of her 'harem', but I just had to sneak a peek each time I drove past the Fellowes' residence. However, Sandra was made of sterner stuff, and her lurid text messages on my mobile increased in intensity as each day passed, with veiled threats suggesting that I had exploited her vulnerability following our recent collision in our cars, and she might decide to inform Chris if I didn't respond P.D.Q.

Since I had a free Wednesday afternoon I text'd her in the morning and after lunch found myself answering her signal, presenting myself on her doorstep for her approbation, so when the door was opened I don't know who was the more shocked! "What the hell do you want!" Chris was obviously nursing a damaged arm so to find me sheltering in his front porch still flaunting my womens clothes hardly improved his humour as I desperately sought through my befuddled brain for a plausible explanation and also wondering where the devil Sandra had gone!

"Umm. - Hello Chris, I need Sandra's car insurance details for my claim form." His blue steel-cold eyes studied me for a moment, and a cynical grin crossed his face, - "Ah Yes! - The coming together between you and Sandra the other day, - just one more trophy to add to her collection I believe!" He savoured my reaction as I took a defensive step backwards and gasped for air in the teeth of the chill wind sweeping round the end of the house, but his eyes suddenly warmed, - "Well you had better come in for a moment my dear, I can't have a choice morsel like you freezing to death on my doorstep dressed only in her chilly frillies now can I?" I hesitated a moment weighing up the consequences, then hobbled slowly but daintily over the thresh-hold constrained by my tight skirt before allowing him to help me out of my brand new furry coat before being escorted into the lounge. "Can I get you a coffee, - err - Georgina?" Having graciously accepted his offer, I perched myself on the sofa while Chris bustled off to the kitchen, and having relaxed somewhat after my initial shock, allowed my heart-rate to return to normal since he was obviously aware of my recent shinnanigans with Sandra, trying out her favourite positions upstairs in his bed, and deciding my former golfing partner was no longer a threat to my well-being since he hadn't beaten the shit out of me!

Chris had his back to me silently staring out into the garden, while I was drinking my coffee, so to keep the conversation flowing I asked him about his arm, so he looked round and grinned ruefully at the sling before replying. "I had the afternoon off and was playing my first game of golf since we split up, and I had only got to the second tee when some idiot behind overshot the first hole, - hence my painful injury, so when I returned early, Sandra took off to visit her mothers before she picks the kids up from school!"

During this time I could see he was eyeing up the prospective dish of the day, in the way my boys and girls had done to me earlier in the morning as he hungrily scanned my tiny drop-pearl earrings hanging from recently pierced ear-lobes, peeping from beneath my light brown hair as it cascaded in generous waves to rest lightly upon my shoulders, checking out my black miniskirt, generously shaped by my newly acquired silicone hip-pads to accentuate my prime assets, the contrasting white long sleeved high-necked nylon see-through blouse, daintily displaying my lacy bra beneath, before relentlessly taking in my shapely knees, legs and ankles, safely secure in their smooth film of fine nylon mesh, and ultimately fixing his gaze on my black patent leather medium-heeled court shoes, held in place with a tiny, double strap, and although his tongue wasn't quite hanging out he was obviously impressed, hence the due deference he had afforded me.

"I think I was a little hasty the other evening, prejudging the motives behind your sensational appearance, without at least giving you a chance to explain yourself my dear." While delivering his neat little speech, he had removed his arm from its sling, sidled over to stand directly behind the sofa where I was sitting, and was gently massaging my shoulders with his hands, a pleasant, though disconcerting experience to which there could only be one response.

"Please stop that Chris, - I'm not that sort of girl!" He then gripped my shoulders more firmly. "C'mon Georgina, what sort of a girl are you? - surely you know by now how to make a guy like me happy?" Yes! - I certainly knew what his taste was like in that direction, and I certainly had no intention of sucking up to Him! So having freed myself from his grip I excused myself, putting down my coffee cup as I quickly rose to my feet, picked up my handbag from the sofa, turned awkwardly in my heels, and then scuttled off towards the loo in a blind panic, pursued by Chris's cruel barbs as he sniggered with contempt. "Have I put the shits up you? - and why take your handbag with you Darling? - Don't you trust me? - Or is it for the rags - a quick touch-up job - or all three?"

My self-assurance went into free-fall at his off-the-cuff remarks, so once I was seated safely inside for a tinkle, and with the door firmly bolted, I decided to let the bastard sweat, as I took an absolute age restoring my flimsy undies and re-arranging my outer clothing, before having a good wash and re-doing my face.

So by the time I returned to the lounge, my confidence fully restored although still wondering where Sandra had gone , while Chris was nowhere to be seen, but instead of doing what any good girl would have done, and grabbing my coat from the hall-stand then quitting the scene, thus saving herself for Mr.Right, - except of course I was no spring chicken but a typical mature woman, self-assured and competent enough to handle the average male, especially Chris Fellowes following my advanced course of instruction from Zara Baxter, or so I hoped! So once again I snuggled down on the sofa with the latest copy of 'Vanity Fair' waiting to see what the rest of afternoon had in store for little me!

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