Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 12:20:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Rita Opal <[email protected]>
Subject: TG: Rita's TV Friend

 This story has a TRANSGENDER theme, and is a sequel to "Rita's
 Transition"; it describes how the TS Rita and her partner Jan,
 help a former colleague of Rita's who is worried by his cross-
 dressing desires.

 He discovers that he really doesn't have anything to worry about,
 and the two women discover that they can have a great deal of fun
 with a man who has special interests.




                            THE SEQUEL
                         RITA'S TV FRIEND



 My life with Jan continued its happy course. Our love for one
 another grew, and its expression physically was a very important
 part of our life together; we usually made love in a mood of
 quiet enjoyment of our devotion to one another, but on occasion
 things were more passionate. From time to time we also played
 games -- they added spice to our relationship.

 We were basically very happy with the way things were; things had
 started out very differently, but the changes in ourselves had
 brought us closer together. Mine was the most dramatic, as I had
 progressed from being a heterosexual male, normal except for a
 fetishistic interest in female clothing, to a physically impotent
 male, who was female in his fantasy world, finally to a
 transsexual woman, delighted by her femininity and retaining a
 strong fascination for the exquisite charms of female clothing.
 But Jan had kept pace with me in her own development: she was
 happily accepting of my foibles as a male, then loving, caring
 and turned on herself with her participation in my fantasy world,
 then finally recognising a lesbian side to herself as she
 welcomed me with open arms to join her and her sisters in the
 world of women.

 Late one evening we were somewhat more exuberant than usual, and
 enjoying ourselves with a large double-prong vibrator that had
 caught our attention in one of the love shops. It was an
 exhilarating experience for both of us, and I thrilled as Jan
 pushed down on me and I felt the tingling sensation extend right
 into the depths of my vagina. I was carried away by my ecstasy,
 and whispered repeatedly "Fuck me, my love, fuck me." I
 remembered the evening, some months previously, when with Jan's
 encouragement, I had lost my virginity to her nephew Peter. I had
 become passionate then, and once in a while I relived my pleasant
 memories of the occasion. We saw Peter from time to time; he now
 had a steady girlfriend, and they were very much infatuated with
 one another -- when I thought of her, I sometimes felt envious of
 the experiences she undoubtedly had.

 When we had come back to earth, and were snuggled together in our
 large bed, Jan smiled at me and asked "There isn't something you
 feel you are missing, is there?" "No," I replied, "but once in a
 while I still think of that evening. It was nice." "Not at all
 nostalgic?" she asked. "Not really," I said. "I'm so in love with
 you, and so satisfied with you, that I can't imagine anything
 better." She kissed me fondly. "I'm happy the way things are,
 too," she said. "I think that when you finally found yourself,
 and knew what you really wanted, something similar happened to
 me. I just can't imagine anything better than sharing my love
 life with another woman."

 But some old memories had been disturbed for both of us. After a
 long pause, she asked "Would you mind if I asked you something?"
 "No, my love, of course not." "It's just an idea that I get once
 in while," she said. "I found myself truly when I watched you
 progress into womanhood, and I felt your happiness in your
 acceptance of yourself as a woman; it made me feel the same way.
 I became aware of a sense of happiness in being female. Part of
 it was an acute awareness of the distinctions between us and
 males, and I think now and then about the fact that most males
 and females exert an attraction on one another. I certainly felt
 that attraction once, and when I remember it, I think about the
 way it was expressed. It was a very exciting experience to be
 penetrated fully by a man; if I am honest with myself I think I
 would like it again just once in a while." "I can understand
 that," I said; "you thought it was important enough to make sure
 I didn't miss out. So?" "What if we could arrange for a replay
 somehow?" She hugged me. "It might even be fun to do it
 together." I was intrigued, and must have looked somewhat taken
 aback, so she hastened to reassure me. "All I mean is that the
 physical act would be fun; I'm sure it would push us closer
 together than ever, just like your evening with Peter." She had
 prodded my memory now; "It would be rather nice," I said, "but
 who with?" "That's the tricky part," she said." "I suppose we
 could just hire someone, but that doesn't appeal to me at all."

 We lay side by side, still happy with one another, but I am
 certain that Jan's train of thought was following exactly the
 same track as mine. I was thinking that it might be exciting, for
 a rare change of pace, to feel the thrust of a large rigid cock.
 I was a woman, and had experienced penetration to the depths of
 my vagina; I thought that to refresh that memory would confirm my
 female nature yet again.

 I was at home alone the next morning; Jan had gone out, and was
 doing some catching up on chores -- she told me not to expect her
 back before the afternoon. The phone rang; I picked it up and
 said hello. "Is that, er Rita?" said a male voice, somewhat
 hesitantly. "Yes." The voice was vaguely familiar. "This is Len,"
 it said; "I don't know if you remember me; I started work at the
 university about four years ago." Then I remembered: just before
 my early retirement he had joined the department. We had worked
 together for one term, and got on very well together. He was
 somewhat shy, and always seemed as if he had something worrying
 him. "Yes, I remember," I said. "But there's been a bit of a
 change in me, and I'm not too much like the person you remember."
 "I heard about that," he said, "and I'm actually calling about a
 problem I have; it might be you could help me." He sounded quite
 worried, and I wondered what sort of problem he had. "In a way
 it's related to what happened to you," he said, after a pause;
 "the fact is I'm really getting a bit desperate, and I would like
 to talk to you." I began to have some suspicions then: "You could
 come round right now," I said. "My partner is out for the rest of
 the morning, and we will be quite private." "Thank you very
 much."

 I got some coffee going, and in a few minutes the doorbell rang.
 Len looked much as I remembered him, if anything with more
 worries than usual. "You're Rita?" he said hesitantly. "Yes," I
 said. "Come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee?" He looked at
 me in some amazement. "I'm glad I was able to track you down," he
 said; "there's no way I would recognize you. You look beautiful."
 "Thanks," I smiled. "I finally realised what really made me
 happy, and followed my inclinations. Some people have a bit of
 trouble dealing with it, but I made the right choice, and I've no
 regrets."

 We sat in an awkward silence for a minute or two, and Len was
 obviously trying to overcome his shyness, and figure out how
 exactly to say what was on his mind. I decided to help get things
 going: "You said your problem was related somehow to what
 happened to me; are you a transsexual too?" "No," he said
 quickly. "At least I don't think I am. But what I want to do is
 related in a way. I don't know how to deal with it quite, and I'm
 getting a bit desperate; I just thought that you might have been
 through a similar situation." "Well," I said, "I have been
 through a few phases. The longest one was just being a happily
 married male -- with a bit of a difference -- I had a fascination
 for women's clothes. I might still be happy that way now if I
 hadn't had the prostate problem; that pushed me a little bit, and
 I found I liked the path I was on and went on to the end."

 He was staring at me with a rather odd look. What I had said
 apparently encouraged him and he took the plunge. "You were
 fascinated by women's clothing?" "Yes." "Me too," he said. "I get
 turned on by pictures, by displays in stores, and just by seeing
 women walk by in the street. Some times I get utterly preoccupied
 and I can't get my mind to dwell on anything else. Then the
 compulsion comes: I want desperately to wear those clothes
 myself. Do you think I am a transsexual?" "Not necessarily," I
 told him. "There are actually a lot of men with similar desires;
 in their spare time they put on women's clothing, and enjoy the
 way they feel. That's all. Very few of them really want to be
 women; most of them are quite happy being men most of the time."

 "I guess I am too," he said. "You don't feel deep down inside
 that you are really a woman?" "No. Most of the time I am quite
 happy with the way I am, and I couldn't imagine myself doing what
 you did. No offence." "None taken; I'm happy too, and I know my
 path isn't for everyone. But in that case I don't see what the
 problem is." "Well, I'm happy most of the time, as I said; but
 then I get this overwhelming urge -- I don't know what to do." I
 was a bit mystified at this: "That's just about where I was for
 much of my adult life. I simply followed the urge; I did what I
 felt like doing, and was quite happy. Of course I was very
 fortunate in my partner; Jan was very understanding, and so it
 became a source of pleasure rather than a problem. As I recall
 you aren't married?" "No," he said. "I've had a few girl friends
 over the years, and got on very well with them." "But you didn't
 tell any of them about this part of yourself?" "No. I would have
 been afraid of how they would react." "Probably wise," I said,
 though there are women who are very understanding, and even find
 it a stimulus to them. But I was always shy with girls; until Jan
 came along I assumed I would always be alone -- I enjoyed myself
 with my wardrobe, and had some intense orgasms all by myself."

 He looked somewhat taken aback at this. "I've never done that,"
 he said. "What?" "No. It seemed wrong, and I would have felt so
 embarrassed buying the things I wanted." Now I was the one to be
 taken aback: "But there are catalogs; you can always be 'buying a
 present for your girlfriend' -- in fact there are a few stores
 that cater exclusively to male cross dressers." "I know," he
 said; "I just couldn't work up the courage. But this thing is
 getting to me more and more. I just have to do something,
 otherwise I'll go crazy. In my desperation, I thought of you. You
 seemed to be a fairly normal guy like me, and I knew you quite
 well. Then you became a woman. I still don't understand all the
 factors that go into doing something like that, but I thought to
 myself 'there's a guy like me, and at some point he must have
 started wearing women's clothes.' Then it came to me that I could
 ask you about it, and maybe you could help me sort myself out."

 "Of course. I'd be happy to," I said. I really felt empathy with
 the poor guy; I knew exactly how he felt, and the magnitude of
 the drive that was in control of him, but I couldn't imagine
 living life with such an urge and resisting it. He seemed very
 relieved at my response, and relaxed a little. "Thanks," he said.
 "I don't think I could stand it much longer, the way things are
 now." My heart went out to him; he was a 'sister' and had very
 similar drives to those I had as a male; but he had never been
 able to satisfy them, and had never had the good fortune that I
 had been blessed with.

 "We must try and get some relief on the way," I said. "You should
 follow your urge, and try the experience. I can get some things
 for you, if you like; I don't know quite what you want to do, but
 I would also be happy to help you along. Maybe you would like to
 be able to visit here and relax with your things; I'll talk to
 Jan." He seemed worried by that, so I reassured him: "Jan is one
 of the good people; she would be very happy to help you herself.
 And she is also the kind of wonderful person who would leave us
 to ourselves if she thought you would be more at ease. We'll work
 something out. Give me your phone number, and I'll call you this
 evening." He cheered up considerably, and we chatted about old
 times for a while. As he was leaving he said "It's funny how I
 react to you. You're a woman, good looking, no doubt about that,
 but I find myself relating to you much the same as I did when we
 were working together." "That's great," I said. "I am a woman
 alright, and some of the people I used to know can't deal with
 that. But in many respects I'm the same person." "Yes," he said;
 "I'm relating to the person like I used to, and I'm not
 embarrassed by the fact that you are a woman; in a strange way it
 makes it easier to talk about something like this."

 There was a moment of awkwardness when he couldn't make up his
 mind whether to shake my hand or not; impulsively I kissed him on
 the cheek. "I'm a woman," I said, and smiled sweetly. He grinned.

 When Jan came back I told her about my visitor, and his problem.
 "The poor man!" she said. "Are you going to help him?" "Yes," I
 said, "for sure. Apart from my feminine compassion, I see him as
 a 'sister' in a way. The question is what exactly he wants to do,
 and how to organise it. I think the best thing would be for me to
 ask him round for a quiet session; he'll be very nervous, and it
 might get quite intense." "Sometimes I think you're very sweet,"
 Jan said; "that's why I love you so much. You should probably get
 him round as soon as possible, and I'll keep out of the way."
 "You're pretty sweet yourself," I said. Then a thought struck
 her. "But you better be careful," she winked at me. "He's a
 handsome young man -- we know what that might lead to."

 I gave Len a call that evening; I told him that Jan had to be
 away most of the next day, and suggested that he come round early
 in the afternoon. He sounded very relieved and agreed. "I'm not
 sure exactly what you want to do," I said; "I have piles of
 clothes that I would be happy to let you try." "Thanks. I think
 that's what I have to do," he said. "We can talk about the whole
 thing too," I added; "I do have a lot of experience which is very
 relevant, and hopefully I can be some help." He seemed very
 grateful as he said goodbye.

 Jan was a good sport the next day, and went off as promised,
 leaving me alone. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen,
 but I thought I was likely to be pushed into the combined role of
 counsellor, clothing consultant and maybe even maid. I felt very
 sympathetic towards poor Len, and still couldn't understand why
 he hadn't simply followed his desires, as I had done many years
 before. It struck me that his call to me was a good choice; I had
 experience with female clothing, and presumably an extensive
 wardrobe, and I had experience as a male with an interest in
 female clothing. As a female I would spare him the embarrassment
 of divulging his secret desires to another male, but as a former
 male I would presumably be able to deal more easily with specific
 male reactions to cross dressing. I thought wryly that I might be
 ideally qualified as a consultant for male cross-dressers. But in
 the back of my mind was a worry; I knew that the effect of cross
 dressing was likely to be a massive turnon -- in my early days it
 inevitably led to masturbation -- and I wasn't sure how I would
 deal with Len if he got sexually excited. I hoped that wouldn't
 be a problem for me or him.

 I also worried about how to present myself; I wanted make the
 most of my femininity as always, but I didn't want to do anything
 that might cause problems for Len. Being too feminine might upset
 him, but going too far the other way could also cause
 difficulties. I settled for a simple dress, professional looking,
 and I wore beige stockings. Underneath I had an open bottom
 girdle and separate bra, both white,and I wore a black slip to go
 with my dark dress. I wondered about panties, and finally chose a
 dark lacy pair. It probably didn't matter about my lingerie, but
 I wasn't sure exactly what the session would involve, and I
 thought that I just might want to show some of it to Len in my
 role as consultant.

 Len finally arrived looking somewhat apprehensive. We sat down
 with a cup of coffee and I tried to get him more at ease. "I
 think we should talk about this first," I said; "then I'll be
 happy to help you try anything you fancy." "Thanks," he said.
 "That's absolutely wonderful of you. I'm feeling a bit nervous
 about it, but the compulsion is driving so hard I can't think of
 anything else." "I know how it is," I told him; "I've been there
 too. Fortunately I was usually able to just give in to it, and I
 finally realised that I was having a lot of fun -- it didn't
 concern anyone else, and it wasn't really a problem." He didn't
 look completely convinced. "The first thing I need to know is
 what specific things you are into: do you want to wear long
 flowing dresses, filmy nightgowns or petticoats? Or is it really
 lingerie that appeals to you?" There was a reaction to 'lingerie'
 that made me think I had struck a chord, and Len looked a little
 sheepish. "Don't feel embarrassed," I said; "I told you I've been
 there. I was an apparently normal man, and I had an urge --
 sometimes it was quite desperate -- to wear women's underwear. I
 spent a lot of my evenings and nights wearing it."

 "Well," said Len, "I really want to wear just about anything that
 women wear. But there are some kinds of underwear that really do
 something to me; sometimes I can't think about anything else."
 "What kinds?" He swallowed, and then said: "Things that don't
 seem to be so much in fashion these days. I've always been
 interested in looking at pictures of women's underwear, and I
 even looked at some books in the library; then I started trying
 to find old copies of magazines like Vogue -- what interested me
 were some of the ads." I smiled at him, and took his hand for a
 moment. "Take it easy," I said. "I'm beginning to think that we
 might have a lot more in common than you think. Can you tell me
 what things appeal to you specifically?" "Well," he started, and
 then trailed off. "Would you like me to ask you questions?" He
 grinned sheepishly and said "Yes, that might be easier." "Please
 relax," I said; "you just have some interests that are a little
 unusual, but they are by no means unknown. I think they are very
 close to the ones I had. Whatever they are, it's fun to explore
 the interest and try things on. It's nobody else's concern, and
 it will make you feel a lot better."

 "So," I continued: "let's talk about women's underwear. I'll tell
 you how things were with me, and we might find that we really do
 have a lot in common. I did have the advantage of developing my
 interests in the 50s, and there have been some changes -- but
 don't worry: there's still a demand for just about everything,
 and things can still be found. I seemed to be particularly
 attracted to things that were completely and utterly different
 from anything a man might wear. A lot of difference between male
 and female clothing has to do with relatively minor differences
 in styling, like the difference between shirts and blouses.
 There's much more difference in colours and textures, but we
 still think of the basic distinction in terms of pants as opposed
 to skirts. The fact is that women wear pants quite often, though,
 and men wear bathrobes. For me the real items of interest were
 those that seemed to symbolise the difference in the two genders;
 some feminine things seemed secret and forbidden in a sense
 because they were exclusive to an utterly non-male world -- there
 was a real thrill in entering into that world, and certain
 garments seemed to be the epitome of the secret world of
 femininity.

 "Sheer nylon stockings were part of that world; the feet and legs
 were visible, but I knew they extended right to the thighs of the
 wearer. She also wore a corset or girdle, to constrain her
 figure, but it also had suspenders attached to it to support the
 stockings. That was a powerful image for me, and I desperately
 wanted it to be my image. I looked at all the pictures I could
 find too, and I still remember one magazine with pin-up pictures
 -- it might be more accurate to call them skirts-up pictures --
 one of them had the caption 'wisps of stockings, firmly gripped
 by pink suspenders'." Len was breathing fairly heavily now, and I
 knew my guess was right on target. "That's it exactly," he
 whispered. "Welcome to the club," I said, and smiled. He grinned
 wryly at that and seemed to be relieved.

 "It's not a problem," I said. "I would be happy to help you try
 on some of those things, and I know what a wonderful experience
 it is. It is a bit overwhelming though." "I've just got to try
 them," he said. "I know, believe me," I responded. "Do you want
 me to leave you to yourself for a while, or would you like me to
 help you? I could be your lady's maid if you like." He smiled
 again. "You are being very kind and helpful. And you have
 incredible empathy; I think I'll be a bit embarrassed, but I
 would like you to be there."

 I knew that Len was going to be massively turned on, and I wasn't
 at all sure how to handle it. I thought that it might be best to
 be completely matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "I know
 exactly where you're at," I said, "and once again for the record
 I've been there. I am now a woman, but I enjoy all the nice
 things I used to as a male. That means I understand what you
 want, and I have some idea about what can be done about it; I've
 had a lot of experience of women's clothing on both sides of the
 gender boundary and I think the best way for us to interact is if
 you think of me as a consultant. I don't have any problems with
 what you want to do, in fact I wanted exactly the same; so I'm
 simply available to help you in a matter I know something about."
 "I don't know how to thank you," he said. "You're being wonderful
 about this."

 "Practical things first," I said, in my role as assistant:
 "there's the question of sizes, which can be a bit tricky.
 Fortunately it looks as though we are very similar in build, and
 I think some of my things will fit you nicely." He gave me an
 approving glance, and smiled weakly. "Then there's a somewhat
 more delicate matter," I went on: "for me, women's garments, and
 certain things in particular, were a massive turnon; even if I
 didn't help the process along, my sessions inevitably finished up
 with ejaculation. I'm sure the same thing will happen to you.
 It's nothing to worry about -- it's certainly nothing to feel
 embarrassed or ashamed about -- in fact it's part of the fun. But
 there are some practical consequences; I found it most helpful to
 wear a condom, and put it on before I started." Poor Len seemed a
 bit overwhelmed at this turn of the discussion, but he nodded.
 "Let's start this way," I said: "you can go into the bathroom and
 prepare, and I'll give you a pair of panties to start off with.
 I'll give you a robe too; then you can start to get the pleasant
 feeling of soft feminine clothing. When you come back, you'll be
 'decent' and hopefully it won't be difficult for either of us."

 "Thanks," he whispered; "I'm a bit overwhelmed, but that does
 seem best." "I'm simply your consultant," I said, "and I do have
 some experience. I know what's going to happen to you. The
 problem for me is how I deal with it." There was a question in
 his look at me. "I know what male bodies are like," I said, "and
 I know how they react. I can take that in my stride as part of
 the process. But I am a woman now and I may not be completely
 immune to the effects of male excitement. Don't worry about it;
 we'll deal with that if it happens."

 I went to the bedroom and found a nice silky pair of black
 panties in the drawer; they had lacy panels and trim. I
 remembered that there was still a package of condoms somewhere in
 the bathroom cupboard, and I got one of those. I also took a
 silky voluminous pink peignoir from the closet and went back to
 Len. "Here are the essential things to start with," I said. "Why
 don't you go into the bathroom and put them on? Take your time,
 relax, and enjoy the feeling. In the meantime I'll look out some
 things for you to wear later on." He took the robe and panties,
 and the little package, and went into the bathroom. I went back
 to the bedroom to select some items for Len's initiation; I knew
 exactly what would be best, and I thought happily about my early
 experiences with the same things.

 I took a corselette; it was black, with a front zipper and six
 suspenders. There were power net sections, and also sleek satin
 panels, and the bra cups were lacy; it had hooks up the front,
 almost from the hem, to pull it together, and the bra section
 also had finer hooks at the front between the cups; the zipper
 came up right to the neckline of the bra, giving a smooth
 appearance, and firmly covering the hook and eye fastening. It
 was a delight to wear, and I remembered my nights as a male
 feeling the firm but gentle constraint over my whole torso. I
 still had the same reaction, as a woman, and it was my favourite
 style of foundation. There were some breast forms in one of the
 drawers -- it seemed I never got rid of anything -- and they were
 quite nicely shaped to fill out the C cups. Since the basic motif
 was to be black, I found a nice pair of sheer nylon stockings
 that would match exactly. I didn't know how far Len would want to
 go, or how far he would be able to go, but I picked out a slip
 also. It was black, nicely shaped with lace trim around the hem
 and top. I carried the selection -- Len's trousseau -- into the
 guest bedroom, and went back to the living room to wait for him.

 He finally appeared, looking very sheepish and to be honest not
 remotely resembling a vision of loveliness. But my heart went out
 to him as memories of myself in similar circumstances came
 flooding back; I smiled at him. "You look nice; does it feel
 good?" He returned my smile. "It's wonderful," he said. "It's so
 good to finally be able to do this; I've been thinking about what
 it would be like for so long." "Let's go into the other room," I
 suggested. "It's nice and comfortable there, and there will be a
 bit more sense of privacy." He followed me in, and I closed the
 door; the room did look pleasant with the subdued lighting. Len
 saw the things on the bed and gasped. "I picked out some nice
 things for you. I think you'll like them -- I know I did very
 much. I have to be honest with you, too; I still do -- it's one
 of the delights of being a woman for me."

 "Let's get started," I said. "There's no cause for any
 embarrassment in the situation. The way I see it there's a simple
 commonplace relationship between us. You are a man, and like some
 other men, have an interest in certain items of female clothing;
 you want to wear these garments. As far as I am concerned your
 wishes are quite natural and understandable, and I am here to
 assist you. I'm going to play the role of your corsetiere, and my
 task is to make sure that your foundation garments are to your
 taste and fit properly." Len reacted to the word 'corsetiere' but
 he nodded. "Yes, that's what I want." "From my experience," I
 told him, "men find that the proportions of women's garments
 aren't quite right for them. One of the problems is that the
 ratio of hip size to waist size is larger in women. This can make
 getting a good fit for a girdle quite difficult; it has to be
 snug around the hips, and pull you in, but if it does that then
 the waist will be far too restricting -- that can get really
 uncomfortable. This is a corselette, a combination bra and
 girdle; I have found that they work very well in the way they
 accommodate to body shape. They eliminate the problems with a
 midriff bulge in between a bra and girdle too. This particular
 one has six suspenders; I always recommend that. It makes sure
 that the stockings are held firmly and evenly, and the girdle
 portion is held nicely in position as well."

 Len appeared to be overwhelmed again, and I wondered if I hadn't
 overdone my corsetiere role; I was beginning to enjoy it
 immensely. "Try the corselette," I said; "You'll have to slip off
 your robe to get into it." He took off the robe and braced
 himself as I unzippered the corselette and opened it up for him
 to step into. Once his feet were through the hem, I slid it
 carefully up his body; I stood behind him and eased the sides up.
 He realised what was required next and slipped his arms through
 the shoulder straps; I slid them onto his shoulders, pulling the
 garment up over his body, and patted the back and sides to make
 sure they were right. Then I came round in front of him. "The
 hooks aren't too difficult," I said, "but I'll show you how they
 go." I fastened the hooks, working up from the bottom; they
 weren't too tight, but I did have to stretch the material, and I
 could see that he was being pulled in nicely. "You'll need
 these," I said next, "to get the right shape and feel, and you'll
 find the fit is much more satisfactory." I quickly popped the
 breast forms into the bra cups, and then carefully did up the
 front hooks. Finally, I slid the zipper all the way up, and
 looked at the result. Below his neck, he did present an
 acceptably feminine appearance: from the lacy cups enclosing his
 prominent bust down over the smooth satin material to the
 dangling suspenders the image was impressive. The lacy panties
 showed below the hem of the corselette, and I realised there was
 an ominous bulge there.

 I ignored it. "You can put the robe on again," I said. "You'll
 probably find that most comfortable. I'll help you with the
 stockings in a moment, but you might like to try walking and
 sitting down, just to get the feel of the corselette. He put the
 robe on, and he took a glance at himself in the mirror; then he
 did walk to and fro over the plush carpet. "It's fantastic," he
 said softly, clearly very close to being overcome. I had some
 strange emotions myself, knowing exactly what his feelings were,
 and sharing them vicariously. "It really is quite a good fit," I
 observed, trying to steer the situation back to normality. "I
 find corselettes very suitable myself, and I enjoy wearing them;
 I thought it would be a good choice to recommend." Len tried to
 appear nonchalant too and said: "It does fit nicely; it's firm
 and snug -- and it gives me a wonderful contained feeling."
 "That's exactly what I want from a good foundation," I said. "If
 you sit on the edge of the bed, we can try the stockings. He sat
 there, and lifted his right foot for me to ease the filmy nylon
 on to it. I eased the stocking up to his knee; "You'll have to
 stand up for a moment," I said. "The suspenders can be a bit
 tricky, especially at the back; I'll show you." He stood
 dutifully, and I stretched the stocking up to his mid thigh; I
 kneeled behind him and carefully attached the back suspender.

 "I find it's best to get the other leg started next," I said.
 "Maybe you can just lift your left foot and let me get the
 stocking on." He lifted his foot, hypnotised, and I eased the
 stocking on; I worked it carefully up his leg too, and fastened
 the suspender at the back. "You could probably manage the
 others," I said, "but I'll do them this time and make sure that
 everything's just right." I kneeled down in front of him and
 carefully fastened the suspenders. I did each side in turn, and
 then the ones in front. It's a wonderful little ritual, and for
 me it embodies the essence of dressing as a woman and always
 induces a feeling of femininity; I felt the thrill, as always,
 doing this utterly feminine task. "There," I said, "everything's
 nicely fastened, and the stockings look just beautiful." Len
 obviously enjoyed the experience, but I noticed him looking down
 at me; I realised that my skirt had ridden up, and the tops of my
 stockings and my front suspenders were clearly displayed." "I'm
 afraid that wasn't too ladylike," I smiled, "but you see that I
 practice what I preach." He smiled at me, and did seem to be a
 little more relaxed.

 "Try walking now," I said. "You'll find it's a pleasant feeling.
 There's a nice tug from the suspenders, and they give a little as
 your legs move. I find the whole effect very comforting." He did
 walk over to the door, and then back again, and then he looked at
 me. "It's wonderful. I just can't get over how fantastic the
 feeling is." "I know," I said. "Enjoy it. Sit back and relax; you
 might find it nice to lie on the bed and just wallow in the
 feeling. I like it just as much; those nice things really make me
 feel feminine."

 He lay on the bed, his head propped up by the high pillow. He was
 obviously engulfed by the experience, and moved his legs slowly,
 obviously feeling the way the gentle constraints adjusted
 themselves to his position. He ran his hands over his body
 feeling the texture of the material, and let them finally rest
 lightly on his thighs; he moved his fingers slowly, touching the
 suspenders.

 "I imagine that you would like to relax like that for a while," I
 said finally. "Do you want me to leave you to yourself? Or do you
 want to talk? I do have some other things you could try if you
 like." "Please stay," he said. "It's an intense experience, and I
 don't know what more I could want. I'd just like to stay and
 enjoy it, and I'd like your company too. You've been so kind and
 helpful, and I think you have made it much easier for me." "I
 can't get over the fact that you never tried this before," I
 said. "It may be the first time, but I'm certain it won't be the
 last. Would you like to chat a bit?" "Yes," he replied. "It's a
 wonderful feeling, and I don't think I could describe it, but
 when I try and stand back mentally and look at what is happening
 as a phenomenon, it doesn't seem explainable." "A lot of human
 behaviour is like that," I said. "I don't think it can be
 explained. We have likes and dislikes, in clothing and even sex,
 just like everything else. Some people want to moralise, but I
 don't think morality enters into it. Nobody else is being hurt by
 our choice of clothing. I remember the first time I tried on a
 girdle and stockings; it was a very powerful experience, and it
 still influences me as a woman -- I guess some people would find
 that hard to explain. For me it was the beginning of a logical
 sequence, though I didn't recognise it for a long time; I did
 like to think of myself as feminine, and that was really why the
 clothes turned me on." "I haven't tried to analyse myself," said
 Len. "All I can say is that I have had a compulsion to wear
 things like this for as long as I can remember. Now I finally
 have the chance to do so, it feels fantastic; I suppose that
 feeling might be 'feminine' in some way, but I'm not really sure
 what that means."

 I thought about that for a while. "It's completely subjective," I
 said. "It's really making a statement about how you see yourself.
 It does tie in to the question of gender, as opposed to sex,
 which is a physical characteristic. As a transsexual, the
 question of gender became of overwhelming importance to me, and I
 wanted others to accept me in the way I felt about myself. A lot
 of other people in 'gender' space, the majority in fact, get some
 sort of thrill out of gender-bending, but they don't have the
 innate sense of belonging to the 'opposite' gender. A lot of men
 like that do like to feel 'feminine' on occasion." A thought
 struck me; "Would you like to try a simple experiment?" I asked.
 "Well, sure," he said looking puzzled. "It relates the way I
 think about myself," I said. "That evolved over the years, and
 there were some ideas that I reacted to. It may not be of any
 great significance, but I'll see how you react."

 I paused for a moment to consider my spiel, and Len looked at me
 quizzically. "You have always been strongly moved by the image of
 foundation garments, stockings and suspenders," I said. "It isn't
 just the sight that excites you, you actually want to wear them
 yourself. They are particularly feminine items, and you obviously
 have a desire for feminine things, as I do. Someone who has such
 a strong desire for feminine things shows some definite traits of
 femininity, and it wouldn't be incorrect to describe them as
 feminine. To me the feelings you are enjoying now are the
 feelings of femininity. You are feminine. You have joined the
 company of females: girls, ladies, women, even princesses --
 choose your own favourite word. You are enjoying your femininity,
 wearing delicious feminine things and visiting our feminine
 world. I'm very happy to have you join us; I am a woman, I belong
 here now, and I am happy to welcome you, because deep inside you
 are one of us too. I think you are a very nice girl; you look
 nice in your feminine girly clothes, and you're enjoying them
 just like me. We both are enjoying our femininity in this
 exclusively female space: what could be more feminine than trying
 on a new girdle and stockings?. You really are a girl now; while
 you are here, as a girl, you really ought to have a nice feminine
 name, a girl's name: I think Linda would be a very nice. I'm
 going to call you Linda when you wear those nice femmy clothes."

 Len was now listening to me with bated breath; I smiled at him
 and noticed that there was a massive bulge in his panties. "You
 look very nice, Linda," I said. "I think your beautiful stockings
 make your legs look smooth and very shapely. Did you enjoy it
 when I fastened your suspenders, Linda? Do you feel the nice tug
 on your stockings, Linda?" Len gasped, then he shivered, and
 finally lay back moaning; the stretched surface of his panties
 heaved up and down driven by the powerful spasms of what they
 contained. He obviously responded to some of the same triggers
 that had set me going in the past.

 I let him enjoy his release for a while in peace. Then I resumed
 my professional role. "That was a perfectly natural response; it
 used to happen to me every time I got dressed. There's something
 incredibly exciting about gender bending, and I can relate
 perfectly to your reactions. They seem to be similar to mine; the
 clothes are exciting and stimulating, but the association with
 femininity is also a part of it." He finally had calmed down, and
 smiled at me. "It must be," he said. "That was fantastic; I have
 never come like that." "I understand," I said; "I'm repeating
 myself, but I know exactly how you feel. Welcome to the club." He
 smiled and seemed to be finally at ease. "I played a dirty trick
 on you there," I said; "I used all the loaded words I could think
 of. I wanted to check if you would respond just like I used to."
 "I responded alright," he admitted wryly. "OK," I said; "the key
 point is that it feels good and it does no harm to anyone else.
 So enjoy!" He smiled and said "I think that might very well come
 to be my philosophy." I was curious about another point, so I
 asked: "How do you feel now?" "Just nice and relaxed," he
 replied. "The intense pressure has gone, and now I just want to
 relax and enjoy a whole lot of new tactile sensations." "You
 don't want to take things off yet?" I asked. "No," he replied;
 "this is really very pleasant, and without the compulsive drive I
 just feel good -- it's calming and relaxing."

 "Len," I said, "that's very interesting. "You are a classic case
 of a male fetishistic cross-dresser (if you want to be
 technical); that's exactly what I was. But there's something else
 going on. In the classic cases, men are aroused by feminine
 garments, they achieve a climax, then the demon is laid to rest
 and they can't wait to change back to their male selves. You seem
 to be happy and relaxed, still wearing a corselette and
 suspendered stockings, after a male climax; that's the next stage
 down the road -- it might be correct to call you transgendered."
 "What does that mean?" "Simply that there's more going on than
 the effect of a simple fetish -- you seem to have some kind of
 affinity for the opposite gender and its accoutrements." "Does
 that mean that one day I'll decide to follow your example?" "Not
 at all. It's always a possible outcome, and it can happen quite
 late in life, but most transgendered people live happily without
 a full transition and changes to their body." He seemed at bit
 relieved to hear that, and lay back completely relaxed.

 After a long silence, he spoke again. "I must thank you. This has
 been a fantastic experience, and I still haven't really come down
 to earth. I appreciate your help more than I can say, and I think
 you have helped me to understand things a little better. It
 doesn't seem terrible any more; it really is fun, as you said,
 and I think you have moved some road blocks I had in my head."
 "That makes me feel good too," I said. "I thought I recognised
 you as a 'sister' -- forgive the expression -- I guessed right
 and I'm sure you'll be back for more." "I'm afraid I will," he
 said smiling happily; "I'm completely hooked now; my compulsion
 led me to a very nice place to be. In fact I'm quite happy to
 call myself a 'sister'."

 I left him to relax, and enjoy the sensations. Eventually he got
 up and carefully took off the clothes and got himself back to
 'normal' in drab mode. He knew as I did that 'normal' would never
 be the same again. After some casual chat, he left, evidently
 completely relaxed and at ease.

 When Jan came back later, I told her about the events of the
 afternoon. "He is well and truly right where I was," I said. "I
 got him into a corselette and stockings, and he was turned on
 like a searchlight. We chatted about things for a while, and then
 I thought I'd try a test. I started talking about what he was
 wearing, pushing him into a feminine space, and using all the
 femmy words I could think of. Then I called him a nice girl, and
 said he needed a nice name, so I started calling him Linda. At
 that point he exploded. After he had relaxed, I asked him if he
 wanted to take the things off; he didn't. The whole thing got me
 into quite a strange space; it could have been me twenty years
 ago, and it brought back a lot of memories." "Very interesting,"
 said Jan; "what happens next?" "I don't know. But he's got the
 taste now, and he'll obviously want to pursue the interest. The
 thing is that it's more than a CD fetish; his reaction to the
 feminine identification makes me think he's transgendered to some
 degree." "I wonder how far that will lead," Jan said. "Who knows?
 I don't think he's TS, certainly not yet. He has had some girl
 friends after all -- in that respect he differs from me."

 "I wonder what else he might be into," said Jan suddenly. "What
 do you mean?" "Oh, things like being dominated; maybe having two
 women help him would be even better for him." I began to have
 some suspicions: "What are you getting at now? Are you suggesting
 you would like to join our little girdlefest?" "It might be fun,"
 she said, winking at me. "As you know I don't have any problems
 at all with males who wear girdles; they get very nicely
 aroused." "And ...?" "For the moment he's obviously male in his
 response, and that does give him the ability to do something we
 might appreciate on special occasions." "What a nasty mind you
 have," I said, teasing her. "The poor guy has a real drive, and
 it was becoming a problem; I was just trying to help him." "I
 know," she said, "and I honestly think that was very sweet of
 you. But what if he liked the idea of meeting both of us? What if
 he did feel the urge to make love to a woman when he got turned
 on?"

 "Jan, my sweetheart," I said, "I'm beginning to get turned on by
 the whole thing myself, and you know I'd like to make love to a
 woman, too." "Guess what?" she replied, "I think I would, as
 well." "I'll keep my girdle and stockings on, then; I wouldn't
 want to disappoint you." I smirked. "Of course, Rita my love,"
 she said; "I wouldn't want you otherwise."

 The next day Len called. "Hi, Rita," he said. "I want to thank
 you for helping me to sort things out. The afternoon was utterly
 fantastic; I think I have got my act together now, and I have had
 a happy time looking through the catalogs. There are also some
 very interesting things on the web." "You're very welcome," I
 said. "You really took me back; every moment I was thinking this
 could have been me, twenty years ago." "That's interesting," he
 said; "I still don't see myself following the path you did. The
 whole thing is a massive turnon, and I obviously responded when
 you did the feminine identification, but I still seem to be
 turned on by girls, too. That makes me pretty mixed up; I'm not
 quite sure where I'm at." "You could try to find out," I told
 him. "Doing the experiments could be a lot of fun." He laughed.
 "I guess so," he said. "It's still a little mixed up. There's no
 doubt I like to wear girdles and stockings; but girls turn me on
 too. Would they like me to wear girdles and stockings?" "There
 are some that would," I said. "The problem is finding them." "If
 I could, that would be about as close to heaven as I could get,"
 he said. "How do women react to males wearing feminine clothing?"
 "There are all possible reactions," I said. "Some are revolted;
 some would just accept it as a harmless matter of personal
 comfort; some would actually like it, and even encourage it.
 There are those that like to dominate and would get their kicks
 from requiring it and forcing their male lovers into female
 clothing." "You're kidding?" he said. "No." I replied. "The
 dominatrix image is a feature of our culture. Look at the
 personal ads in the paper. They are the pros, of course, but it
 isn't unknown among amateurs."

 There was silence on the line for a while. "That idea does
 something to me," he said eventually. "The fact is I have always
 had a response to the idea of enforced feminisation. I get quite
 turned on when I read some of the stories in Greek mythology. The
 tale of Hercules in the service of Omphale really gets to me."
 "That's quite a common phenomenon," I said. "I remember that
 particular story produced a little squirming in my groin back in
 the old days." "I don't know what's happening to me," he said. "I
 really appreciate the way you let me unload like this. But you
 tell me things that just get to me." "You squirm too?" "Yes, I
 do." "Well," I said, "where do you go from here?" "I guess I have
 to find someone who would be interested in playing along with
 me." "Linda," I said, "I must confess that I find some of the
 things we are talking about quite exciting. I'm a woman; you know
 that, but you have been relating to me as the person you knew
 before, just adding the factor that I was also a cross-dresser. I
 certainly share some of your interests, but I also would like
 once in a while to have some fun with a male. My partner, Jan, is
 a very understanding woman, and she might find your interests and
 mine quite compatible with some of hers. It just might be that
 the three of us could have a very interesting time together."
 There was a long silence. Then a in very subdued voice he said "I
 think I would like to try that."

 When I told Jan about Len's call, she was very interested indeed.
 "I'm excited by the idea already," she said. "You like the idea
 of a threesome?" "Yes, I think I do, under these circumstances.
 When you had your little affair with Peter, it had quite a
 strange effect on me. I really did think it would be a good
 experience for you, and then we both got into worrying about
 dealing with Peter's little problem; but while I was away that
 weekend, I kept thinking about what was happening. I finally
 realised that I wanted to be there too, and I got quite excited
 at the thought." "To throw your own words back at you, you appear
 to have hidden depths, too, Jan my love." I said. "Maybe we
 should start answering some swingers' ads." "No," she said, "that
 has never appealed to me. What appeals to me is you, and if you
 have some innocent involvement with someone else, then I want to
 be involved too, simply because of my love for you. There also
 seems to be an attraction for people who are neophytes in some
 way; Peter had never had a girl at all -- Len has, I suppose, but
 he has this nice TV side to him, which he hasn't properly sorted
 out yet."

 "So there are three people with various ideas about what they
 might like to do for some sexual fun," I said; "How do they set
 things up?. I'm not sure things like that are just going to
 happen, but we can't very well sit down together to plan and
 negotiate." I was being facetious, but Jan immediately said "Why
 not?" "You really think we should get together and write a
 scenario?" "Something like that," she said. "Look, we are all
 adults, and we all have certain things that turn us on; if there
 are combinations that are mutually agreeable, then everyone has a
 good time. Let's ask Len round to talk about it." I wasn't
 completely convinced, but Jan had obviously got into one of her
 enthusiastic organising moods; to be fair, I thought to myself,
 it did work out fairly well the last time. "Alright then, I'll
 give Len a call," I said. "But this time it will be me that is
 hesitant and awkward." Jan winked at me.

 Later that day I gave Len a call. "Hi, Len. It's Rita." He seemed
 very happy to hear my voice: "Hi, Rita. What can I do for you?"
 "I'm not quite sure," I said; "I don't really know quite how to
 put it." "Oh?" "Jan and I have been chatting about what you told
 me the other day. Well, the fact is that she seems to be very
 interested in exploring some of your ideas." He didn't seem at
 all bothered: "That's wonderful," he said. "You don't feel
 awkward about it?" I asked. "No, not any more. Things were so
 good the other day, and I started thinking about what you said --
 I mean about doing things if they were fun and didn't hurt anyone
 else. It even made me think of some other things that might be
 fun." "That makes me feel a bit better about it," I said, not
 completely convinced. "Jan seems to like the idea of joining in,
 the next time, and she also might have some ideas about how to
 improve things." "I like the sound of that!" he said. "Well, if
 you do, then the only real problem is the classic one: who does
 what to whom." I was trying to be nonchalant, and Len laughed.
 "We could sit down together and work that out," he said. "I guess
 we could. That's more or less Jan's idea too; it does seem a
 little cold-blooded to me." "We're consenting adults," he said;
 "why not?" "I suppose there isn't any reason why not," I said,
 still a little dubious. "Maybe you could come round after dinner
 this evening, just to talk about it." "Thanks. I will."

 Jan was delighted to hear the outcome of my call to Len, and her
 happy anticipation was evident all through dinner. Later on, Len
 arrived, and the three of us sat down with glasses of wine in the
 living room. I wasn't sure how the topic of interest would get
 started, and sat back in appropriately demure fashion; Jan was of
 course in the gung-ho state she gets into when she has a
 'project' that interests her. Len seemed much more laid-back than
 he had been on our previous meeting, and had chatted happily with
 Jan as we settled down. Jan decided to open the meeting. "From
 what Rita has told me, Len" she said, it seems that all three of
 us have some quite specific ideas about how people can have some
 innocent enjoyment together. All of us seem to be apart from the
 mainstream in one way or another, and it looks to me as though we
 do have some interests in common." "I think we do," said Len.
 "Well," said Jan, "it would be a great idea to work something out
 that makes us all happy. Rita doesn't seem too keen about the
 idea of 'cold-blooded planning', and she has a point because we
 are dealing with things that turn us on sexually -- they can have
 a very profound effect on us, but sometimes we're not at ease
 discussing them." "A week ago, I would have felt that way," said
 Len, "but Rita was very helpful to me, and in the process I came
 to realise that if one enjoys something, one should do it and
 enjoy it to the full. I would feel quite embarrassed to talk
 about what turns me on to somebody who just wouldn't understand,
 but if they actually share my interests I don't think I would be
 inhibited at all." "You really wouldn't mind talking with Jan
 about what happened the other day?" I said. "No," he replied.
 "She knows about it; I know she knows about it, and I also know
 that she's empathetic." "Good for you," I said; "I don't think I
 would have been able to do that; are you seriously suggesting
 that we might sit here and make a list of what we like, and what
 we would be prepared to do?" "It seems to be the logical way to
 do things," he said. "I don't see why we shouldn't either," put
 in Jan. "Would it really bother you, Rita?" "I suppose not," I
 said; "in any case I seem to be outnumbered."

 "Why don't we each make a little comment about ourselves?" said
 Jan. "Then it may be fairly clear what we like, and what we are
 looking for." "Sure," said Len. I wasn't too happy with the idea,
 but I agreed. "Maybe I should go first," Jan said, "just to get
 us started." Len was happy with that, and I decided it might be
 interesting to hear what the other two had to say.

 "I'm a woman," Jan said smiling. "I suppose I was very normal for
 most of my life; I was heterosexual, and got married to a very
 nice man. He turned out to have some unusual interests, but I'll
 let Rita say more about that. I found that these interests
 weren't off-putting at all, and they enhanced our relationship.
 As the years went by I became more and more attracted to
 femininity in my partner, and I finally realised that I had
 become completely lesbian in my attitude. What I relish now is a
 loving relationship with another woman. I think we are both
 'feminine'; there isn't an extreme butch/femme dichotomy. But
 it's fair to say that insofar as a distinction can be made, I
 like a partner that is very feminine, and I am happy to be the
 active rather than the passive one of the pair. The history of my
 relationship with my partner has led me to empathise with males
 who show feminine characteristics and take an interest in
 feminine things, even to the point where I find they turn me on.
 My lesbian relationship with another woman is immensely
 satisfying, and what I ultimately desire; but on odd occasions I
 do remember my sex life with my husband, and think that it would
 be fun to do some of the things we did together -- just as a
 change of pace."

 "That puts me on the spot," I said; "I better go next. Jan's
 story does have a lot to do with mine, so she has actually given
 a tantalising preview." She smiled at me sweetly, and I
 continued. "Like Jan, I am a woman. But it wasn't always that
 way; I am a transsexual woman. I was her husband for many years,
 and though I was heterosexual -- as a male -- I was very fond of
 feminine things. I liked to wear feminine clothing, and had a
 particular fondness for girdles and stockings. I might still be
 just the same, but prostate surgery left me unable to perform as
 a male, and in dealing with that frustration I found myself
 yearning for more and more feminine things; I started to identify
 myself as female, and eventually it made sense to become female
 in my body as well. One of the wonderful things that happened to
 us as a couple is that Jan gradually changed in step with me; she
 changed her orientation, and we remained partners. I see myself
 as very much a woman now, but I am not a very 'normal' woman;
 apart from being basically lesbian in my orientation, I am still
 profoundly influenced by female clothing. It is as much a thrill
 as it ever was, and I find it very sexy. I have had one sexual
 experience with a male, and my reaction is much the same as Jan's
 -- my basic desire is for a relationship with another woman, but
 I remember that one experience and from time to time I think it
 would be fun to do something like that again."

 "That's very interesting, Rita," said Len. "It helps me to
 understand your empathy and the way you helped me with my little
 initiation a couple of days ago. So, it's my turn now. I
 represent the visible minority, ladies: I am a man. I am
 heterosexual, and I have had close relationships with some
 special girl friends. But I am not 'normal' either; deep down
 inside me, for as long as I can remember I have had an urge to
 wear female clothing. The urge became focussed on girdles and
 stockings, my only experience so far, but I think I would enjoy
 going much further. Rita rung a bell the other day when she was
 helping me get dressed for the first time, and it became clear
 that I do have a deep-seated desire to be feminine in some way. I
 find pictures of women in the garments that appeal to me
 extremely exciting, and my first response is a desire to dress
 myself the same way. Now I have had that experience, and have
 realised that I can easily repeat it, I think I would find it
 exciting to be in the company of women dressed just the way I am.
 I think I would respond to them as a male, since my basic urge to
 wear their clothes would be satisfied. It's hard to describe
 exactly, but being feminised is a turnon, and as I told Rita,
 being a male among females, but being compelled to dress like
 them and be their companion is a very appealing idea."

 "A lot of what you say is very similar to the way Rita was," said
 Jan. "But it's interesting that you like the idea of being a male
 in a group of women. Do you think that you would be sexually
 interested in the women then?" "I'm certain I would," he replied.
 "Even if you had been 'feminised'?" "Oh, yes." "And you would be
 able to have sex with them, dressed just as they were?" "Yes. I
 think the idea of making love to a woman when she and I were both
 dressed identically is my ultimate fantasy." "And the domination
 aspect?" "It's there; I respond to it. But extreme domination and
 subjugation just doesn't appeal to me. The 'feminisation' that
 appeals to me would be even more exciting though, if it were
 required by a woman. Maybe even if it was enforced, but there's a
 fine line there. The point is I like it; I wouldn't need to be
 forced too hard." He smiled.

 "We're obviously not your typical random sample of three people,"
 I said; "so where do we go from here?" "Well," Jan remarked, "it
 seems to me that there is some degree of compatibility between
 us; it's worth exploring, isn't it?" "I don't really like the
 idea of making a check-list," I said; "A likes x to be done, B
 likes to do x, therefore A and B should get together." "But they
 obviously should," said Len. "It would be great for both of them.
 It seems a lot more reasonable than people meeting at random, and
 then discovering after some unfortunate dates that they don't
 really suit one another." "Well, I suppose so," I said, "But we
 can't very well sit down together and write a scenario." "I don't
 really see why not," Jan said. "Even if nothing comes of it, it
 might be great fun to think about one." Len in his new
 uninhibited state seemed to be in agreement with Jan, and when I
 thought about it, I couldn't really come up with a serious
 objection.

 "OK, you win, and you're both right of course," I said. "Here's
 my suggestion: we enact a modern day version of Hercules and
 Omphale. Clearly Len has to play the Hercules role; he finds
 himself a captive of the queen, and she decides to tame his macho
 spirit by dressing him in feminine attire, and requiring him to
 spend his time with the handmaidens of her court; he has to join
 them in their daily feminine tasks, and he is rebuked like the
 others when his work isn't satisfactory." Len knew the reference
 of course, and looked very interested; Jan was a little more
 vague on classical mythology, but she seemed to like the idea.
 "So who plays the queen?" she asked. "Oh you of course," I said.
 "I am obviously one of the poor handmaidens, dressed in
 restrictive clothing and forced to do feminine tasks; I am one of
 the women whom poor Hercules is forced to join. We live similar
 lives, we wear exactly the same clothing, and we live in fear of
 harsh words from our mistress. She, the queen Omphale, is a
 strict mistress; she makes rigid rules about the clothing of her
 handmaidens, and makes sure they are always occupied with tasks
 appropriate for subservient women. On occasion she does reward
 them; in spite of her treatment of Hercules, she has a soft spot
 for him, and even makes love with him. Just in passing, it's
 actually recorded that she bore him several children; I would
 suggest that we don't follow the original story line exactly."
 "So I have to be a mistress and require subservience," said Jan.
 "And I can reward my handmaidens by taking them to bed with me?"
 "That's roughly the plot," I said. "Of course in the modern
 setting, she might not be a queen; she could be a stern
 proprietress of a lingerie emporium, employing models who rely on
 her favour to retain their jobs." "I like it," said Jan; "you're
 very clever, Rita. But why would poor Hercules be working for
 her?" "Oh, I don't know. She must have some hold over him; maybe
 he's a former lover still infatuated with her, and she is
 punishing him for some transgression." Jan seemed to like the
 idea of being a dominatrix, and having her pleasure with the male
 member of the cast certainly had its appeal; Len looked quite
 taken, and of course it was he who had reminded me of the
 classical reference.

 I hadn't been completely serious, but obviously the idea really
 appealed to the others; the more I thought about it, the more it
 appealed to me. The simple fact was that it did cover several of
 the requirements. "What about costumes?" asked Jan. "As I see it,
 that's completely up to you," I said. "You're the boss. You can
 wear whatever you think might be appropriate. We have to wear
 whatever you require us to wear. In order to subjugate Hercules,
 he must obviously be required to wear the most fussy, frilly,
 feminine things possible; I have to wear the identical garments
 in order to underline his feminisation." "It really is a
 fantastic idea," Jan said. "What do you think, Len?" He was
 almost lost for words, but he nodded, and finally said "I like
 it; it's my fantasy come true."

 All of us, myself included, seemed to be quite excited by the
 scenario and we agreed to have our first run through it on the
 following Friday evening. Len took his departure, and I was
 struck by the way his mein and outlook had changed since our
 first meeting. I remarked on it to Jan as we were preparing for
 bed. "Len seems to be quite uninhibited now about his interests."
 "Yes," said Jan, "it's hard to reconcile him with the person you
 told me about. I find it refreshing; people seem to get such
 ridiculous hangups about sexual matters, and I even see it in
 myself. What he enjoys doing would be considered weird, shameful
 or maybe even perverted by many people; but when he's with people
 he knows are empathetic, and even interested themselves, he seems
 to be completely open about it." "I could never do that," I said.
 "It did come to be a marvellous part of the interaction with you,
 but I think some of the appeal was because it was 'our secret'.
 Of course I found that dealing with people who were completely
 accepting, like those supplying items I was interested in wasn't
 a problem -- that was a natural business relationship."

 Wearing our soft feminine nightgowns we snuggled up to one
 another in the big bed. "I don't really know why I wasn't
 enthusiastic at first," I said. "It does make sense for people to
 plan their activities, just like vacations. I'm beginning to
 think that this 'trip' may be a lot of fun." "It will, Rita my
 love," said Jan, and she kissed me. "It's obviously a natural
 story line for Len and me," I said; "but I'm not sure about
 casting you as a dominatrix -- you're too nice a person." "Just
 watch me!" she said. "Actually to play the role, not too
 seriously, does get me excited." "So what about your costume?" "I
 was thinking a sexy satin corset would be appropriate," she said.
 "Tightly laced, and with the hem surrounded by frilly
 suspenders." "What?" She winked at me: "Well, I must give the
 right impression," she said, "and I think it will be worth the
 discomfort to see the effect on you and Len." "Just thinking
 about it has an effect on me." I nestled close to her, and we
 started a mutual exploration of our female pleasure centres. The
 result was inevitable.

 Friday was still a couple of days away, and Jan and I spent some
 time thinking about costumes. We needed matching outfits for Len
 and myself, and fortunately I had sufficient supplies that it was
 not a problem. Jan had to go shopping for her particular
 requirements; there was a boutique in town that catered to
 various special tastes, and she came back looking very pleased.
 "What did you get?" I asked her, overcome with curiosity. "That's
 my surprise," she said. "You'll find out on Friday." She had a
 'project' again, and she was very interested in the preparations.

 On Friday afternoon we did a final check of the wardrobe, and
 thought through some of the 'logistics'. "I think I have to
 present myself in my regalia right from the start," Jan said.
 "But I am not sure how you and Len fit into the plot. Obviously
 part of it will involve getting Len dressed properly, but I'm not
 sure about you, or how both of you make your entrance." "I think
 that I have to be 'dressed properly' too," I said. "The whole
 point is that Len, a male, is treated exactly the way I am; that
 underlines his feminisation. The question is how we start out."
 "He could start as a male, just arrived so to speak, and part of
 the process would be to remove all signs of masculinity -- but
 what about you?" "I suppose I should be 'decent'," I said; "maybe
 a nightdress, or a robe. Or we could start out completely naked
 to underline the difference between us, then gradually be made to
 adopt identical outfits." "Do you think that Len would go for
 that? How about you?" "I think it would be alright, given the
 situation. I suppose that Len might be sufficiently overcome to
 get excited, but ignoring that would be part of his
 transformation." "I don't think I could ignore it for too long,"
 said Jan, smiling happily at me; "It's what I want to have for
 myself before the end of the drama." "Of course," I said; "that's
 the real object of the whole charade." "Now don't be envious, my
 sweet little handmaiden," Jan said. "Remember that I shall reward
 those who happen to please me. In your case there are several
 possibilities: I might be gracious enough to invite you to my
 bed, or I might think it entertaining to require Len to service
 you, while I watched the performance." "I would just have to
 submit dutifully, in either case," I said. We were having fun
 thinking about our new game, but I felt a strange thrill inside
 me.

 We had arranged to have an early dinner out with Len, and met him
 at a nearby restaurant. We had a pleasant meal together, and the
 conversation was casual; as if by mutual consent we avoided any
 topic which might relate to the evening ahead of us. We didn't
 rush the meal, but none of us had any desire to linger, and we
 made our way back home. Jan ushered Len and I into the large
 guest bedroom.

 "Just let me say something before we start," she said. "We are
 consenting adults, and we simply plan to have some fun. I shall
 be playing a role, and if things don't work out, then we can
 always try some other game. But in my role, I am in command, and
 both of you are required to obey my instructions." "Yes,
 mistress," I said, and Len dutifully echoed my words. "It's meant
 to be fun," Jan said; "we shall be playing a game, and I hope
 that I am sensitive enough to give you orders that will agree
 with what you really want yourselves." "That's understood," said
 Len, and I nodded agreement. "So I need to prepare myself," Jan
 said. "Handmaiden Rita: I shall need your assistance in my
 boudoir. Len: we shall start by considering the situation in
 which you find yourself, a man, in my establishment. While we are
 away, please remove your male clothing; you must present yourself
 to us completely undressed when we return." Len looked a little
 startled by his first order, but started immediately to remove
 his shirt. "Come with me, Rita." said Jan, and I followed her
 into our bedroom.

 She started to undress then. "I shall need help with the corset,"
 she said, smiling. "And I don't want to single Len out -- I think
 you should be completely undressed too." She couldn't maintain
 her imperious character, and added: "You don't mind, do you."
 "No," I said. "But having been there once, I have some sympathy
 with Len." "I hope he isn't going to anticipate his cue," said
 Jan, "but I suppose we could work that into the plot. There's a
 minor point of protocol, too; in public displays, models normally
 wear panties under the items that they show. The effect is much
 more aesthetic, but it does present problems for calls of nature,
 and when there are other reasons for wanting easy access to
 intimate areas." I grinned. "That's a classic CD problem," I
 said. "even with my wealth of experience, I don't think I have
 resolved it yet. Of course if one wears panties underneath, then
 an interesting ritual is required for their removal." "I shall
 bear that in mind," said Jan smiling at me.

 We had both removed our clothes now, and Jan put on a pair of
 silky black form-fitting panties. Then she opened her package and
 took out the corset. It was magnificent; it was bright red satin,
 with lace trim, and had eight wide frilly suspenders dangling
 from the bottom. She clutched it round herself, and pushed her
 breasts up with the half cups; the mounds above her nipples with
 their deep cleavage were prominently displayed. I set to work
 pulling her in, and lacing up the back; it was a very unfamiliar
 task, but when I had finished it was obvious that the corset fit
 her well and moulded her figure to perfection. She took a pair of
 black stockings, and I helped her smooth them up her legs to her
 thighs. "My suspenders, Rita," she said imperiously. "I want them
 even and carefully spaced so that my stockings are held neatly."
 I kneeled down in front of her, naked, and started my delightful
 task. Each of the eight little tabs was carefully placed before I
 slid the metal loop over it. I adjusted each suspender carefully,
 so that the tensions were carefully matched and the tops of her
 stockings were level. I was finally satisfied, and stood up to
 look at the result. She seemed pleased too, and graced me with a
 smile. "You look devastating," I said. "You have given me some
 new ideas, too." She put on a matching red negligee; it was full
 length, and could be wrapped round her completely, but as she
 stood it was open at the front to reveal the sublime picture
 beneath. She put on a pair of black pumps with three inch spike
 heels, and then said "I'm ready, now. We should go and deal with
 Len."

 Len gaped at the vision of Jan as we returned. He must have
 noticed my nakedness, but it obviously didn't make as strong an
 impression. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and so far
 didn't show any signs of excitement. "I'm ready to deal with you
 now," Jan said to Len. "My handmaiden Rita assisted me in
 preparing myself, and it's very clear that I need another girl to
 assist me here. You were a male, but you have entered our
 feminine space, and it will be necessary to make you as feminine
 as possible to serve my purposes. I plan to eliminate all
 vestiges of your masculinity and make you into a girl; as a girl
 you will fit into the routine here. You will be called Linda."
 'Linda' was obviously responding to Jan's words and his penis
 started to show signs of life. Jan looked pointedly at it and
 said "You are to be a girl, Linda. You and Rita will share the
 feminine duties of my establishment; I plan to have both of you
 dressed in a suitable manner. I notice that you do have one
 unusual feature for a girl, and we shall make sure that it is
 well hidden by silky feminine lingerie while you perform your
 duties. I shall remember it is there, and if it pleases me, I may
 require you to let me make use of it as I see fit."

 Linda, as I shall call her now, began to show more signs of
 excitement, and an almost erect penis protruded from her groin.
 "That must be covered up immediately," said Jan. "Please get
 Linda's panties, Rita, and assist her with them." Matching
 panties for Linda and myself had been laid out; they were bright
 pink, with lacy tops and layers of ruffled nylon. I picked up one
 pair and Linda extended her feet. I kneeled on the floor and
 slipped them over her feet and eased them up her legs. She stood
 up then, and I careful pulled them right up to her waist; there
 was a noticeable bulge in the front, but Linda didn't seem too
 upset by it. "I think it is appropriate for both of you girls to
 be dressed exactly the same," said Jan. "I want everything to be
 properly arranged, and that will be done best if you assist one
 another in turn. Linda will be a little unfamiliar with her new
 clothes until we have her properly trained, so you must help her,
 Rita. She can then learn her feminine tasks by assisting you. I
 shall require you both to be dressed suitably for your situation
 here, and proper girdles are essential for your appearance.
 Linda: please get Rita's panties and assist her with them." Linda
 walked to the dresser, and returned with the matching pair of
 panties. She kneeled and held them for me to step into. As I did
 that, she pulled them up by the waistband until they fitted snug
 round my waist. She seemed a little awkward, but did not appear
 to be too embarrassed by the proceedings. "You will obviously
 need bras to wear with your girdles," said Jan. "All the clothing
 has been laid out for you; get Linda's bra, Rita, and show her
 how to wear it." There were two bras on the dresser, black with
 lacy cups. The bands were deep enough to require four hooks at
 the back, and had satin panels at the sides. I noticed that one
 of them had breast form inserts, and took it over to Linda. "Lean
 forward, and hold your arms out, Linda," instructed Jan. I looped
 the straps over Linda's arms, and pulled the band round her back;
 I fastened the hooks, and then arranged the straps over her
 shoulders. Finally, I tugged down around her midriff to make sure
 that the bra fit snugly. Linda now displayed a well proportioned
 feminine bosom. Jan watched with approval. "That fits you nicely,
 Linda," she said, "and you look much more feminine with those
 nice breasts. You can get Rita's bra now, and help her with
 fitting it properly -- take great care with the cups, as she is
 well endowed." Linda took the other bra and slid the straps over
 my outstretched arms; she watched with evident interest as I
 leaned forward to allow my breasts to fall into the cups. I set
 the straps in place on my shoulders and left her to struggle with
 the back fastening. She finally got the hooks done up properly
 and then she followed my example, and smoothed the band down; as
 she did so, her hands briefly brushed my breasts, and I felt a
 twinge of excitement as my nipples responded by stiffening and
 pressing against the lacy cups. I was beginning to enjoy the
 game, and I had no doubt that Linda was. Jan noticed my reaction
 and smiled sweetly at me.

 "Now the girdles," said Jan. "They are firm, and will control
 your figures properly; get Linda's, Rita, and make sure it is
 properly fitted." There were two matching girdles ready; they
 were black, with moderately high waists, made with powernet and
 satin panels. They had a front fastening, three quarter length,
 with a zipper fitting tidily over the hooks and eyes underneath.
 There was a narrow lace trim round the hems, and six delicate
 suspenders dangled from each one. I undid the zipper on one of
 them and opened the girdle; Linda stepped in to it, and I stood
 behind her to pull it up over her hips. When the waistband was in
 place, I kneeled in front of her and fastened the hooks one by
 one. She was pulled in very firmly as I did this, and I stood up
 to slide the zipper up her tummy; the elastic material was
 stretched tight round her hips, and I heard a quiet gasp. I also
 noticed that there was a prominent bulge in the panties below the
 hem of the girdle. "That looks much better, Linda," said Jan.
 "You will make a very pretty girl; girdles are very helpful in
 giving a feminine appearance. Now would you get Rita's girdle and
 assist her." Linda walked over to the dresser, her hips swaying
 slightly as she obviously enjoyed the sensations created by her
 tight girdle; she took the other girdle and followed my example
 quite diligently. She opened it up to allow me to step into it;
 she eased it up over my hips and derriere; she made sure the
 waistband was properly located. She then kneeled as I had done,
 and fastened the hooks -- she seemed more adept at the task now -
 - then she stood and slid the zipper up. I felt myself pulled in
 too, pleasantly contained, and felt the satisfaction that always
 came with a good foundation garment.

 "Stockings next," said Jan: "they are sheer, so be very careful
 with them. I decided that fully fashioned hosiery would look best
 with your outfits, so you will have to make sure that the seams
 are straight. Rita: help Linda with her stockings and
 suspenders." "Seams!" I thought to myself; I realised then that
 Jan had dreamed up some surprises unknown to me, and I wondered
 what else might be in store. I rolled one of Linda's stockings
 very carefully and eased it onto her right foot. I kneeled again,
 behind her, and smoothed it gently up her leg; it took a little
 work to twist the material here and there to make sure that the
 seam was straight. Eventually it ran directly up the back of her
 leg to the dark band of stocking top around her thigh. I tugged
 the back suspender down and fastened it; it lined up beautifully
 with the seam of the stocking. I adjusted the suspender to
 shorten it, pulling the stocking up straight and smooth. I rolled
 the other stocking, and Linda lifted her left foot; I put the
 stocking on her, and arranged it just like the other one, finally
 attaching the suspender and adjusting it. From behind Linda now
 presented a picture of femininity, worthy of a 1950 Vogue hosiery
 ad. I attached each of the side suspenders next, then adjusted
 them to smooth the stockings and pull down just the right amount
 on the hem of her girdle. Finally I kneeled in front of her, and
 attached the two front suspenders; when I had them adjusted
 properly Linda's stocking tops were nicely level. The stockings
 were stretched smoothly over her legs, and looked delicious; I
 brushed my hands over them. "They're lovely stockings, Linda," I
 said; "they really do wonders for a girl's legs, and I'm sure
 they feel good. I can't wait to have mine." Jan looked at me with
 approval. "You shall, Rita," she said; "get Rita's stockings,
 Linda. You really do look nice, as she says; you'll find the
 experience of walking in them very pleasant." Linda obviously
 did; she took her time walking over to the dresser, obviously
 feeling the motion of her suspenders; she smoothed her legs too,
 and felt round the stocking tops for a moment.

 Now it was my turn, and I thrilled in anticipation. Putting on
 stockings is a delightful task, but I had never had anyone do it
 for me; I thought that would be quite exciting, especially as
 Linda's inexperience would add interest and lengthen the process.
 Linda kneeled by my side, and rolled one of the stockings just as
 I had done. I stretched out my right foot, and she slid the
 stocking on to it. The fashioned foot fit perfectly, and I
 enjoyed the delicious tactile experience as Linda gingerly worked
 the stocking up my leg. It was finally up to my mid-thigh, but
 she had to do a lot of smoothing and twisting before the seam was
 straight. Her caressing touch on my legs combined with the feel
 of the sheer nylon had an effect on me, and I realised that I was
 getting excited myself. Satisfied eventually, she tugged at my
 back suspender, and I felt the gentle pull on my girdle; she had
 the suspender attached quite quickly. She rolled the other
 stocking, and the whole delicious experience was repeated on my
 left leg. Linda was quickly gaining expertise, and she stretched
 out the side suspenders in turn and attached them, then kneeled
 in front of me to fix the ones in front. I looked down at her
 while she was busy at her task, savouring the gradual increase in
 tension on my girdle; I saw her front suspenders stretched tight
 across her thighs, pulling the hem of her girdle up slightly to
 reveal even more of her pink frilly panties. I noticed that they
 were smooth in front, without any obvious bulge; presumably her
 excitement had given way to her preoccupation with her task. When
 she had finished, she stood by my side, looking expectantly at
 Jan.

 "You make a beautiful pair of girls," Jan said. "The lingerie is
 so beautiful and feminine, and it suits you both. It almost seems
 a pity to cover it up. Maybe we can do some lingerie modelling
 another day, but today I want to make sure your regular outfits
 are suitable. Rita, would you go to the closet and bring the
 dresses you'll find hanging there." I was burning with curiosity
 and hurried to the closet. There I found two matching maid's
 uniforms; they were black dresses, with white lace collars and
 trim on the sleeves; the skirts were very full, and several
 layers of white ruffled petticoat formed an underlayer. I took
 them both, and the skirts fluffed out in front of me as I carried
 them to the bed and laid them out. "They look beautiful, don't
 they?" Jan said. "I can't wait to see my two maids wearing their
 lovely feminine outfits. Rita: help Linda with her dress." Linda
 looked in awe at the layers of petticoat while I lifted them up
 at the back. She held out her arms and bowed her head, and I
 slipped the skirt over her; she found the sleeves, and I pulled
 the dress down over her bosom. It settled more or less in
 position, and I patted it down and then did up the buttons in the
 front. She stood there overwhelmed, with her skirt fluffed out by
 the petticoat layers; a ruffle of white showed around her hem,
 contrasting with the dark sheer nylon of her stockings. "It does
 suit you, Linda," said Jan. "The effect is very feminine indeed,
 and I think you will fit in to the establishment here. Help Rita
 with her dress now, please. Linda seemed almost in a daze, but
 she got the other dress dutifully and attempted to arrange it for
 me. I helped by pushing my head and arms up through the layers of
 frills and ruffles; I found the sleeves, and soon my head was
 through the collar, and the dress fell down enveloping me. Linda
 brushed at the skirt, as she had seen me do, and then buttoned up
 the front. We were both dressed finally, and we stood before our
 mistress Jan. She looked at us imperiously, resplendent in her
 red satin corset and stockings. "You look smart too, Rita," she
 said. "The idea of matching outfits works very well, and Linda
 looks as though she will fit very well into our feminine life.
 Your shoes are on the floor by the dresser; go over there and put
 them on." They were smart black walking shoes, with narrow heels
 about two inches high. I slipped mine on and held Linda by the
 hand to steady her as she put her feet unsteadily into hers.

 "You may have to practice walking with heels, Linda," Jan said.
 "Try walking across the room and back a few times; walk beside
 her Rita and hold hands." We walked slowly across the room; Linda
 wobbled at first, and I held her hand firmly, but she got the
 knack quite quickly. Soon we were walking backwards and forwards
 quite rapidly. Linda learned to take small dainty steps,
 following my example. "You make a fine pair," said Jan; "it's
 hard to tell you apart. There is one final touch, though; please
 come over to me." We walked hand in hand across to face Jan, and
 she took two lacy caps off the chair beside her. She placed one
 on my head, fixing it with a couple of hairpins; then she fitted
 Linda, taking some trouble to set the cap just right. She used
 several hairpins to make sure that it would stay in position over
 her short hair.

 She got Linda and I to stand back then, and she examined us
 carefully. We had to turn round, so that she could check the
 seams of our stockings. "I am very pleased with your appearance,"
 she said. "It's most suitable; you both look very feminine, and
 are smartly dressed for your tasks. I would like to see you
 curtsey for me, and you should curtsey for me whenever I summon
 you or dismiss you. This may be another little task for Linda to
 learn; maybe you would demonstrate, Rita." Jan was obviously
 enjoying herself, and I thought it best not to laugh and spoil
 the atmosphere. I suspect that Linda knew just as much about
 curtseying as I did. I crossed one leg behind the other, held out
 my skirt at each side, and bent my knees and bobbed my head in a
 quick gesture. "Very good, Rita," said Jan; "Let me see you now,
 Linda." Linda did a clumsy imitation of what I had done, and Jan
 got us both to practice several times before she professed to be
 satisfied.

 "Well girls," Jan said finally, "this has been a good session.
 You are both suitably attired and seem to be ready for my
 requirements. There are no other tasks today, so pleasure awaits
 me now. Linda seems to be adapting herself very well, and will
 fit into our exclusively feminine world quite naturally. You are
 both deliciously feminine, and I find that very attractive; I
 must take my pleasure with both of you in time, but Linda has
 been a specially good girl today, so I would like to reward her
 with my favours. Would you go and lie down on the bed, Linda."
 Linda made her way over to the bed, and I looked at Jan
 quizzically; she winked at me while Linda's back was turned.
 Linda lay down in the centre of the bed, her legs engulfed in a
 mound of petticoat ruffles; she appeared relaxed and was
 evidently enjoying the stimulating effects of her clothing. "I
 need to prepare myself," said Jan. "Rita: help me with my
 suspenders; I no longer need to wear my panties." I kneeled on
 the floor dutifully, surrounded by billowing petticoat, and
 carefully unfastened all eight suspenders. Jan stood imperiously
 waiting, and I realised that she wished me to remove her panties.
 I tugged at them carefully, and pushed my fingers under the hem
 of the corset to catch the waistband; I pulled it down, and
 stretched the panties carefully over the tops of her stockings so
 as not to disturb them. Linda watched these proceedings with
 considerable interest as Jan's vulva came fully into view. "You
 may fasten my suspenders again now, Rita." I did so, taking great
 pains and making sure each of the frilly elastic bands was
 positioned to best effect. When I was finished I stood up and
 curtseyed to Jan, with a smirk on my face. She gave me a
 professional smile and said "Thank you, Rita. Take my robe." I
 did, and folded it carefully on the dresser. I came back and
 curtseyed again dutifully. "You may sit down now." I sat in one
 of the armchairs which faced the bed, and waited with eager
 anticipation.

 Jan walked over to the bed, and sat sideways on the edge facing
 Linda. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," she said. "I would like
 to have some pleasure with you; I hope that you are prepared.
 Linda nodded, completely overwhelmed by the situation she found
 herself in. Jan reached over and started to caress Linda's
 thighs, through the satin material of her skirt. "That feels
 good," Jan said. "Let's see what we find underneath all these
 petticoats. She pushed up Linda's skirt, and all the layers of
 frills, exposing her stocking tops and suspenders. "Very nice,"
 said Jan, tugging at Linda's suspenders and caressing her thighs.
 She felt the front of Linda's frilly pink panties, and found what
 she was looking for. "We can take these down far enough, without
 disturbing your lovely feminine suspenders," she said, and tugged
 quite hard at the frilly pink nylon. The panties slipped down,
 and she pushed them down against Linda's stocking tops, so that
 her thighs were tied together by layers of pink ruffles wedged
 under the suspenders. A large penis rose from Linda's groin,
 rigid and distended. "That looks very nice," said Jan. "What a
 wonderful thing for a nice feminine girl to have; it looks
 delicious among the lovely pink frills of your panties." Linda
 now knew what to expect, and she lay back in feverish
 anticipation. Jan clambered on the bed, and kneeled astride
 Linda; she sat for a while exposing herself to Linda, a vision in
 her corset with its multiple suspenders. She then eased herself
 over Linda, and slid down letting the engorged penis penetrate to
 the depths of her vagina. She leaned on her elbows, smothered in
 Linda's petticoat frills, and began to pump up and down. It
 didn't last very long; Linda gasped and shook as she came, then
 very soon after Jan gave the cry of delight that I knew so well.
 She collapsed on top of Linda and gave way to her own pleasure; I
 watched her suspendered thighs quiver as her pent-up excitement
 was slowly released.

 I watched with mixed emotions. There's no doubt Linda's
 experience had been even more intense than her previous cross
 dressing episode with me; I knew Jan's responses well, and it was
 certain that she had enjoyed her basic female pleasure. I was
 very happy for her, knowing that I could no longer provide her
 with precisely that service, but I did have some twinges of
 jealousy, and I thought wistfully of the private exclusively
 female love making that we had together. After a long pause, Jan
 extracted herself, and got up from the bed. "That was most
 satisfactory, Linda," she said, still in character. "You may rest
 for a while now. Rita: please come with me to the other bedroom."
 I followed her happily.

 When we were alone Jan dropped her role playing and hugged me.
 "That was a delightful reminder of old times," she said. "You
 really were a sweetheart to let me do it, and I know that we
 shall be even more turned on to one another. I love you, Rita."
 "I love you too, Jan," I said. "It was very interesting to be a
 spectator, and it was turning me on too; I couldn't help wishing
 I was the one in bed with you." "I'm sorry, my love," she said,
 "I'll make it up to you; next time it will be my pleasure to
 watch you and Linda disporting yourselves." She winked at me, and
 I felt a thrill inside. "Don't misunderstand me," I said; "that
 was probably the best way to arrange things, and we obviously
 have to take turns; it isn't clear how the three of us can get
 together." "They tell me the logistics work better with two
 males," Jan said and giggled. "I don't think I would want that,"
 I said. "I don't respond to males really. Peter was a special
 case, and I think Len is too, probably because of the similarity
 in our backgrounds." "I wouldn't want it, either," Jan said;
 "This is a nice game, but it convinces me that what I really want
 is us." She hugged me, and I felt comforted. "I have to concede
 that the corset did add something nice to the experience," she
 said, "But now I must get the damn thing off; please release me."
 "Yes, mistress," I said, "but you must let me try it on; that's
 another thing I was jealous about." We both giggled.

 I untied her laces, and she undid her eight suspenders; she took
 the corset off with a sigh of relief. "I'm just going to make
 myself comfortable," she said. "I assume that Len won't require
 formal dress now." She carefully took off the stockings, and put
 on her regular bra and panties, then she got a print house dress
 from the closet. I took off the maid's uniform; I kept the
 carefully selected lingerie, and put on my slip and dress; I
 liked the girdle. We both put on fluffy slippers and went into
 the living room; I decided it would be a good idea to get some
 coffee going. We both thought it best to leave Len to take his
 time coming back down to earth. He eventually appeared in his
 regular clothes. "No problems undressing?" asked Jan in a matter-
 of-fact tone. "Just the bra," said Len, grinning. "I finally slid
 it round me, and undid the hooks at the front. "That's cheating!"
 I said. "Rita's quite a purist in some things," Jan said; "a lot
 of women do just that." We all laughed happily, and were very
 much relaxed and at ease after our little dramatic effort.

 "I really enjoyed the evening," Len said finally. "The wonderful
 thing for me is not just the satisfying experience, but that I
 feel liberated somehow. I have some special interests unlike
 those of most people, and they are normally hidden -- but I find
 it quite easy and natural to talk about them with you good
 people. I think Rita knows that the whole experience is very
 intense and all-consuming, but it is enjoyable, and there's no
 logical reason why one can't explore it in congenial company."
 "I'm glad," said Jan. "People get such terrible hangups about
 things like this. They often have a sense of guilt and suffer
 anguish even when they do follow their basic desires." "It really
 was fun," I said. "I thought it would be interesting to try in an
 academic sort of way, but even knowing it was just a game, I got
 drawn into it; it turned out to be a very nice game." "Do we play
 again, then?" said Jan. "I'd like to very much," said Len. "Of
 course," I said. "I spent the whole time being a dutiful
 handmaiden, and I didn't get any reward." That made Len look a
 little sheepish, but he smiled. "How about next Friday?" said
 Jan. "That's good for me," said Len. "Shall we meet for dinner as
 we did today?" We agreed. He thanked us both and told us it was
 time for him to leave; Jan and I both gave him sisterly kisses as
 he went on his way.

 Jan and I prepared for bed, and we were soon snuggled up to one
 another as we usually were. "You were showing part of your nature
 that I didn't know existed," I told her; "You might do very well
 as a dominatrix -- there's a big demand for services like that."
 "I was having fun," Jan said, "but it was very hard not to start
 giggling. The only thing that kept me going was looking at the
 bulge in Linda's panties." "You really enjoyed that part of the
 script, didn't you?" "Yes," she said. "It's been a long time
 since I did that, and I wanted to see if it was still the way I
 remembered it." She smiled her beautiful smile at me. "But
 enjoyable as it was, it told me once again what I knew anyway: I
 love you best of all, my sweet little girl." I sunk into her arms
 happily.

 In the week that followed I thought from time to time about what
 was in store for Friday evening, and the anticipation gave me a
 definite thrill. There was a tacit agreement between Jan and I,
 that this was to be my turn; the idea of having sex with a male
 did excite me. I wasn't apprehensive as I had been before the
 episode with Peter, and the situation was going to be very
 different. Jan would be there, and Len would be dressed in
 exactly the same feminine clothing as I was. I wasn't sure
 whether the idea of that appealed to me, but I thought it would
 certainly be interesting to find out. I have to admit too that
 the idea of being required to submit to Jan's requests had an
 appeal. I wondered if she would dream up any new little wrinkles
 to add spice to the game. "Have you thought about costumes for
 the drama on Friday," I asked her. "Not really," she said. "It's
 not obvious what would be the best. I suppose there is a wide
 variety of options, but it really doesn't matter too much which
 ones; there are certain essential requirements like stockings and
 suspenders, and we have to worry about some practical matters
 like accessibility." She winked at me. "It's going to be fun," I
 said. "How are you going to present yourself?" "I've been
 wondering about that," she said. "I suppose I ought to maintain
 the image I created last week, but I'm not sure if I can manage
 that corset again." "But you must!" I said. "It's you, mistress."
 We both giggled, and I suspect she realised that she was
 committed.

 Friday came, and we spent some of the afternoon making
 preparations. Then we went off to meet Len in the restaurant. His
 newfound attitude was clearly in evidence, and he was obviously
 looking forward to the evening with happy anticipation; he was
 quite relaxed though, and we had a pleasant meal as we had done
 just a week earlier. The conversation was general, and once again
 we chose not to discuss our plans for the evening. We finished,
 without lingering too long, and made our way back home.

 "I assume that we follow a similar scenario to last week's," said
 Jan. "It seemed to meet all our requirements, and I think
 everyone was happy with it." "Yes, mistress," I said, and
 curtseyed dutifully. Len laughed: "Yes, please," he said. "I'm
 not quite in character yet, but you can take it that Rita spoke
 for me too." "In that case," Jan said, "I suggest we start out by
 removing our clothes and changing discreetly into robes; then
 we'll start the show. You can change in the guest bedroom, Len,
 there's a robe there for you; Rita and I will join you there." I
 followed Jan into our bedroom, and we undressed quickly. I put on
 a fluffy pink peignoir, and Jan wrapped herself in the red satin
 robe she had worn the previous week. "All the other things are in
 the room," she said. Then she kissed me tenderly: "It's your turn
 tonight, my love; enjoy yourself." We made our way to the guest
 room; Len was sitting there in a fluffy pink peignoir which
 matched mine exactly.

 Jan started without any hesitation: "Linda and Rita: I shall
 require the assistance of both of you in getting myself dressed
 appropriately. But before you can do that you must be presentable
 feminine handmaidens yourselves; so I shall wait in my negligee
 until you are properly dressed. Obviously you must wear matching
 outfits, and I thought it would be suitable for this evening to
 try out different foundations. Rita: there are two basques on the
 dresser; please select Linda's and help her into it. There were
 two basque garments there, and one had breast forms attached to
 it. They were pink with a satin feel to the material, strapless
 with an underwired bra section. They were quite short, made to
 sit with the bottom high on the hips; there was a lacy trim on
 the hem and six long suspenders dangled from each of them. They
 were quite stiff, almost like corsets, and were boned at the
 sides; they fastened up the back with a long set of hooks and
 eyes down the length of the garment. Linda looked in awe at hers
 as I carried it to her. "You will have to remove your negligee,
 Linda," said Jan. Linda did so, and stood before us, a naked
 male, apparently not at all embarrassed by the situation. I
 placed the basque around her torso so that the bra cups sat
 directly over her nipples. "Hold the front against your body,
 Linda," I said, "then I can fasten the back up for you." She
 folded her arms across her waist, holding the basque against her,
 and I went round to her back. I started at the top, and had to
 pull the material quite hard to get the hook and eye to meet. As
 I worked my way down it was evident that Linda was being pulled
 in considerably; the hooks around her waist required even more of
 a pull, and I could see that her shape was being rearranged to
 more feminine proportions.

 When I finished I moved round to her front, pausing to curtsey to
 Jan, and looked at the result. Linda now had a shapely feminine
 figure, with a prominent bustline, from her neck down to her
 abdomen. Below there were the somewhat incongruous male
 genitalia, and there were signs of arousal already. "It should be
 tight in order to mold your figure, Linda," said Jan, "but these
 garments take time to get used to. I trust that you are not too
 uncomfortable?" "It certainly is tight," said Linda, "but I quite
 like the feeling; I think it will be satisfactory, mistress." She
 remembered the rules then, and made a rather clumsy curtsey. Jan
 smiled her approval. "Now you can help Rita with her basque," she
 said. Linda curtseyed again, and went to get the other basque.
 She did very well in following the steps I had taken; she started
 by carefully placing the garment over my front, making sure my
 breasts were located in the bra cups. I pushed them up then to
 give a desirable uplift and clutched them over my bosom as Linda
 walked behind me to start work on the fasteners. She started at
 the top too, and it took her some time to work her way down to
 the hem. I felt the pleasant sensation of being pulled in
 somewhat, but the garment was more suited to my proportions than
 Linda's and it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Once again I felt the
 delightful lightly constrained feeling generated by a good
 foundation garment. Linda and I both stood in front of Jan,
 resplendent in our pink form-fitting basques, with the long
 suspenders dangling over our thighs. There the similarity ended,
 since we both wore nothing else and the difference between our
 genital areas was evident.

 "I think for today we can dispense with the fully fashioned
 stockings," Jan said, "but you must wear elegant hosiery. Linda:
 would you take Rita's stockings from the dresser and assist her
 with them." Linda curtseyed and fetched the stockings. They were
 sheer and dark charcoal in colour. She took one of them, and I
 lifted my left foot so she could ease it on. She was becoming
 familiar with her tasks now, and she had already rolled the
 stocking ready for my foot. She eased it up my leg pulling gently
 until the dark band at the top reached my thigh, then without any
 prompting knelt down behind me to fasten the back suspender. She
 adjusted its length so that the stocking was held up tight, and I
 felt the tension at the hem of my basque. She took the other
 stocking and rolled it up too, easing it onto my outstretched
 right foot. That stocking too was pulled up to my thigh, the
 suspender fastened, and the tension adjusted. Linda then knelt by
 my sides in turn, and carefully attached and adjusted the two
 suspenders; finally she knelt in front of me, her face directly
 level with my pussy. I kept my thighs primly together, and stood
 as she completed her work on the front two suspenders. I stood
 finally, properly suspendered, relishing the sensations, and
 feeling the tense bands stretched across my thighs. Linda
 curtseyed and looked at Jan in anticipation. "Very good Linda,"
 said Jan. "Rita's legs look very nice now, but it may be
 necessary to make adjustments later; I want both of you to match
 exactly. Rita: please get Linda's stockings, and assist her."

 I curtseyed, and took the other pair of stockings from the
 dresser; I kneeled behind Linda, and she held out her left foot.
 I fitted the stocking onto it, and eased it up her leg. I
 smoothed it upwards, gently massaging her skin through the sheer
 nylon. When the dark band of the stocking top was round her
 thigh, I pulled at the suspender and carefully attached it to the
 stocking. I adjusted the tension to pull the stocking up nice and
 smooth. Linda then stretched out her right foot, and I repeated
 the procedure. Her naked derriere was not particularly plump, but
 it was emphasised nicely by the bands of the suspenders stretched
 from just below her waist. I quickly moved to her left side, and
 attached the suspender there, adjusting it tight to match the
 ones at the back. I moved to her right side and made sure the
 suspender was properly attached and tightened there. Then I moved
 in front of her; my face was level with her groin, just a short
 distance away from a large penis which was showing distinct signs
 of movement, and was no longer hanging loose. I smoothed the
 fronts of her thighs gently, easing the stocking tops upwards,
 then I tugged at each of the suspenders in turn; I attached them
 slowly, and adjusted them shorter to give them some stretch. Jan
 watched the procedure with great interest, and said "The
 stockings suit you very well, Linda. Your legs look beautiful now
 and match Rita's very nicely." I playfully tugged at one of
 Linda's suspenders, and was fascinated to see the cock stiffen
 and distend. It moved upwards as it became more rigid, and stood
 out in front of her, almost thrust right into my face. On the
 spur of the moment I leaned forward and kissed the swollen glans,
 feeling the immediate response. "That was naughty, Rita," said
 Jan. "I wish to make Linda as feminine as possible, so please
 wait until all your tasks are complete. We want Linda to feel at
 home here in our feminine world, and we must help her to make her
 appearance appropriate. Please get Linda's panties right away. I
 curtseyed dutifully and went to the dresser; the 'panties' were
 actually control garments. They were black and very lacy in
 appearance, but they were made of stretchy power net and seemed
 ridiculously small in size. I took one pair, and returned to
 Linda, kneeling in front of her once again. I ignored the rigid
 penis, almost poking into my face, and held the panties as she
 stepped into them. It took some effort to slide them up her legs;
 I eased them carefully over the tops of the stockings,
 negotiating the six little bumps of the suspenders. I stood then
 and considered the problem presented to me for a moment. There
 was no way the rigid cock was going to be tucked away inside the
 panties, and to attempt to do so would have required some
 manipulation on my part; I didn't think that would be a good idea
 at this stage of the proceedings. I decided to pull the panties
 up so that the cock was held against Linda's tummy. When I got
 the waistband in position, after some effort, Linda did present a
 more feminine appearance, but there was a noticeable ridge all
 down the front of her panties.

 "That looks better," said Jan. "Please help Rita with her panties
 now, Linda." Linda managed a curtsey, and walked over to the
 dresser. I noticed that the tight control panties had an evident
 effect in smoothing her contours, and she swayed her hips
 slightly as she walked. She returned, and kneeled in front of me
 holding the panties ready for me to step into. Her body was
 rigidly upright, and it was apparent that she was being
 constrained by combined effects of the boned basque and the tight
 control panties. I felt the effect myself as she pulled the
 panties up my legs. She was a little clumsy and had some trouble
 getting them over the suspenders; finally they were in place
 hugging my waist, and I realised how much control they did exert.
 Though styled very delicately as panties, they were almost panty-
 girdles, and the constraining effect around my hips and tummy
 could be felt quite strongly. I enjoyed the feeling, as I have
 always loved the effects of a well fitting girdle, and I wondered
 whether Linda was also enjoying the experience. She got up, and
 curtseyed to Jan, then stood by my side; she was obviously quite
 excited, and she seemed to be enjoying herself too. "Please stand
 there for a moment and let me take a good look at you," said Jan.
 "You do seem to present a suitably feminine appearance, and
 there's no doubt that well fitting girdles do wonders for both of
 you." She surveyed us both imperiously for a minute or so. "Your
 stockings are not quite tidy," she said, "and they will need some
 adjustment. "And Linda: your nice feminine panties are not as
 smooth as they might be; try to tuck things in a little more
 smoothly when it becomes possible."

 Linda and I then took turns adjusting one another's suspenders,
 making sure that the stocking were firmly held, and that their
 tops were level. Jan got us to stand side by side again, and
 checked to see that our stockings matched precisely. Linda and I
 were just about the same height, and our stocking tops and the
 hems of our basques lined up to Jan's satisfaction. "You match
 one another very nicely," she said finally. "It's actually
 getting difficult to distinguish your legs and bodies; you really
 do make a beautiful girl, Linda, and you are becoming a credit to
 our feminine world. I do love to see the effects of well fitting
 girdles, and your stockings really are attractive. Your maids'
 uniforms are in the closet, the same as last week; please
 complete your dressing and put your shoes on." Linda curtseyed,
 and went for the dresses; we helped one another into them, as we
 had the previous week, and we were both soon smartly dressed in
 black, with our skirts fluffed out over the frilly petticoat
 layers. After putting on our shoes we returned to face Jan; we
 did a synchronised curtsey, properly complete this time as we
 held out our skirts at our sides.

 "Very good, girls," said Jan. "Now you are suitably attired to do
 your feminine tasks. It is time for me to be dressed properly as
 your mistress, and I will need the assistance of both of you. My
 clothes are on the chair by the dresser, please bring me my
 panties, Rita." I fetched the black frilly panties, and kneeled
 before Jan as she remained seated, extending her legs and
 allowing her negligee to fall open. I slid them up over her
 knees, and then she stood up, allowing me to pull them up snugly
 and smooth the waistband into position. "I shall wear my corset,"
 said Jan. "Would you take my robe, Rita, while Linda gets the
 corset." I helped her off with the robe and laid it on a chair.
 Linda meantime had got the red satin corset, and stood holding it
 a little uncertain what to do next. "There are still some things
 for you to learn, Linda," said Jan. "You seem quite unfamiliar
 with corsets, so it might be appropriate to give you some
 firsthand experience on a future occasion. Please hold the front
 over me, making sure that my breasts are supported properly; keep
 it carefully in place while Rita laces me up." Linda seemed a
 little apprehensive now, but she held the front of the corset
 over Jan's body; Jan assisted her pushing the front upwards so
 that her breasts were supported, almost high enough for their
 nipples to be exposed.

 I set to work on the lengthy task of lacing. Following what I
 understood to be the rules, I pulled in the laces from the top
 down to the waist, and similarly from the bottom up. She was
 pulled in noticeably, and showed an even more pronounced waist
 than her normal feminine figure displayed. The corset was
 obviously quite tight, and I had some sympathy for her, though
 the activity did create a desire in me to try wearing one myself.
 When the laces were taken in sufficiently I tied the two sets of
 ends in bows. I curtseyed before Jan once again and said "Ready,
 mistress. I hope that is satisfactory." "Indeed so," replied Jan;
 "it appears to be quite in order. I think that it gives me the
 necessary appearance, but it does restrict my movements somewhat.
 I can't really bend at all, and I shall require both of you to
 assist me with my stockings. It would be good for you to share
 the task -- Linda on my left, and Rita on my right." I took her
 black sheer stockings and gave one of them to Linda. I carefully
 rolled the stocking to free the foot, and motioned to Linda to do
 likewise with the other one. When we were both ready, Jan lifted
 her right foot and I slipped the stocking over it; I paused once
 her foot was back on the floor to allow Linda to do the same with
 the other foot. We then worked in tandem, carefully easing the
 sheer nylon up Jan's legs, keeping pace with one another exactly
 until we reached her thighs and the dark bands of the stocking
 tops were lined up nicely there. There were eight wide suspenders
 dangling from the hem of the corset; we each took the backmost
 one, and carefully placed the tab centrally, sliding the metal
 loop over it to secure the stocking. The suspenders seemed to be
 adjusted quite properly, so we then worked our way round Jan's
 thighs. We had two suspenders each to fasten at the sides, and
 then we both moved to the front, kneeling facing Jan. Working as
 a team again, we pulled the front suspenders down and attached
 them to the stockings at the front. We both stood up, and walked
 backwards a few steps and then curtseyed together.

 "Very good, girls," said Jan. "It is a pleasure to have
 handmaidens skilled in dealing with feminine clothing; having
 both of you does make some of these tasks go much quicker. And I
 must say I really appreciate having such delectably feminine
 assistants to help me with such an intimate matter. Stockings and
 suspenders are so feminine, and it wouldn't seem proper to be
 assisted like that unless one's assistants were also wearing
 similar attire." She walked imperiously over to the mirror, and
 looked carefully at the results of our work; she turned from one
 side to the other, and seemed quite satisfied with what she saw.
 "My suspenders do all seem to be adjusted and placed correctly,"
 she said; "I am now ready for my robe and shoes." I picked up her
 robe from the chair, and helped her into it; Linda went to fetch
 the shoes, and kneeled before Jan to assist her slipping them on.
 Jan nodded approval at us, wrapped the robe fully around her, and
 then sat in one of the high armchairs. I noticed that she was
 sitting quite stiffly upright, though she didn't show any signs
 of discomfort.

 "Well girls," Jan said, as Linda and I stood dutifully before
 her; "Now that we are all properly attired in as feminine a
 manner as possible, I should consider what tasks there are to be
 done. I want to complete your training as suitable handmaidens,
 and I am particularly concerned that Linda occupies herself in
 all the feminine duties that may be required. I wish her to
 develop all the skills that are required for a lady's
 maidservant, and I want her feminine nature to match Rita's. You
 do understand, Linda, that you are a girl?" "Yes, mistress," said
 Linda and curtseyed. "You understand that you will be allowed
 only to dress in feminine girlish clothing, and that you will be
 required to perform feminine tasks appropriate to your status?"
 "Yes, mistress." "You and Rita are to be companions in my
 service, and I shall treat you both as the feminine creatures
 that you appear to be. One of the tasks I have in mind is to go
 through our lingerie drawers and sort out the items, and make
 sure they are arranged properly. There are also large quantities
 of discarded stockings; some of them are perfectly good, and we
 may be able to make usable pairs. I would like, too, to present a
 historical pageant, illustrating the development of corsets and
 foundation garments through this century; they need to be modeled
 properly, and I shall arrange to have photographs taken. While
 you are not busy with these tasks, I think it would be suitable
 for you to practice needlework, and gain some skills in
 embroidery." I didn't think this sounded like too much fun, apart
 from the modelling, but I realised the point was to impress Linda
 with her feminisation; I was relieved when Jan continued. "These
 tasks will all require some preparation, so I think they may be
 left to another day. For the moment, I think it would please me
 to have some entertainment."

 Jan paused, and pretended to consider for a moment. "I am very
 pleased with the feminine appearance presented by both of you
 girls," she said. "I find you both very attractive; the dresses
 and petticoats are very smart. However, I was most pleased with
 the sight of both of you in your lovely feminine lingerie; I
 think it would be delightful to look at that once again. It is
 particularly appealing to see you both together, so it would be
 quite entertaining if you were to lie on the bed together and
 play modestly with one another. Please take off your shoes and
 dresses." Linda and I kicked off our shoes, and started to
 unbutton the fronts of our dresses. I pulled my frilly layers of
 petticoat up to my waist, and eased the dress over my bosom; I
 was soon out of it, and I saw that Linda was following my
 example. We laid our dresses carefully on one of the chairs, and
 then stood before Jan again. We stood there in our matching
 outfits: pink satin basques, with underwired bra cups; suspenders
 stretched tightly under control panties holding our sheer
 stockings firmly in position. "You both look the picture of
 elegant femininity," Jan said. "I am very impressed with the way
 you display your nice foundations; it's obvious that we must put
 on a show and model some other types. You really wear your girdle
 and stockings most elegantly, Linda; you match Rita very well,
 and I must congratulate you on your evident femininity. I think
 it would be great fun now to see how your foundations adapt
 themselves to different motions. Please lie down side by side on
 the bed."

 This idea obviously appealed to both of us, and Linda and I
 wasted no time in getting over to the bed; we lay side by side,
 and waited for Jan's further instructions. She came over and sat
 in an armchair located at the foot of the bed. "I would like to
 see you move your bodies," said Jan. "I wish to see how your
 foundation garments react. I don't think it is necessary to give
 you detailed instructions, as I think you may well discover
 things to do. However, you might start by feeling one another's
 clothing to check the fit; you may remove your panties later on,
 if you wish."

 With that she left us to our own devices, sitting upright in the
 chair, and looking on with a feigned mild interest. Linda seemed
 a little overcome by the situation in which she found herself, so
 I decided it was up to me to start things going. I leaned over on
 my side, and started to caress Linda's sheer dark stockings. I
 started innocently enough at first, just moving my hands over the
 smooth material below her knees. She obviously enjoyed the
 feelings, and I noticed some stirring in her tight black panties.
 I gradually worked my way over her knees, towards her stocking
 tops. I let my fingers wander over the dark bands around her
 thighs, and I delicately probed the metal loops of her suspenders
 and the little mounds of stretched nylon that they enclosed. I
 moved my hands to her naked thighs, and slowly moved them over
 her skin; I brushed her suspenders lightly, and then took hold of
 them one at a time and tugged playfully. Linda was now showing
 clear signs of arousal, and I felt my own excitement beginning;
 just as I was starting to crave some attention myself, Linda
 realised that two people could play this game and she started to
 caress my thighs and investigate my suspenders. We played happily
 together for some minutes, rolling over and back, and I found my
 excitement was building; I began to want more from Linda, and I
 felt a delightful squirming sensation deep in my groin.

 I decided to make the next move; I worked my way higher up the
 bed, and gently pushed my hands into the satin cups of Linda's
 basque. I reached behind the breast forms to find her nipples,
 and very gently started to caress them. I felt them stiffen, and
 lightly squeezed them between my fingers; Linda's response was
 very evident, and I finally tweaked her nipples. I slid back down
 the bed, to invite a response from her, and started to
 investigate her panties; I contented myself with lightly brushing
 the outside, though I could feel something inside, firmly held
 but starting to show a desire to be released. Linda responded to
 my cue and reached inside the cups of my basque; she pushed the
 cups away from my chest, and reached deep inside them until she
 held my breasts firmly in her hands. She pulled upwards, and they
 both popped out of the cups, exposing my stiffened upstanding
 nipples. She started to gently squeeze them, and flipped them
 lightly with her fingers sending a sexual thrill right through
 me. I lay back, overcome by my excitement, and Linda sat up to
 continue her stimulation. She seemed quite engrossed in what she
 was doing and got up onto her knees to clasp my breasts in her
 hands. I took advantage of her position to tug at her panties;
 the stretchy power net material resisted, but I persevered, and I
 finally pulled the panties right down over her suspenders. A
 large stiff cock stood upright before my eyes. It was framed by
 two long pink suspenders, stretching from the frilly hem of
 Linda's basque down to her dark stocking tops, and the sight of
 it excited me and made me desperate to feel it thrust deep into
 my vagina. "I want that big cock inside me," I whispered. "Take
 me now!"

 Linda needed no further encouragement. She took hold of my
 panties, and started to pull gently; I lifted my bottom up and
 helped her slide them down over my suspenders. I wriggled my legs
 to push them right down to my ankles, and quickly slipped one
 foot free; then I spread my suspendered, nylon clad thighs wide
 to present an inviting target. Linda climbed over my leg, and
 there was a swishing sound as our matching black nylon stockings
 slithered over one another; as she moved forward to position
 herself, I felt her suspenders against the inside of my thighs.
 The feeling, and the thought of what it was, added to my
 excitement, and even at that moment my crazy fetishist's mind was
 revelling in the thought that I was now completely engulfed in
 long pink suspenders and it was impossible to tell whose were
 whose. I didn't have long for this wild contemplation, as it was
 supplanted by a new sensation: the head of the large stiff cock
 was pushing at my labia gently, but with evident determination. I
 now had a thrill of urgent expectation, which took my mind
 completely off the topic of lingerie; I lifted my hips up
 slightly, to assist Linda, and to welcome the intrusion.
 Gradually, very gently, she pushed down, and I felt the rigid
 shaft move into me. There was a moment of ecstasy as the large
 glans moved over my clitoris, followed by a sustained pleasure as
 the motion continued; I felt the outward pressure and friction in
 the walls of my vagina, and I followed the sensations deeper and
 deeper until I was penetrated to my innermost depths.

 Linda paused, and lay over me, supporting her weight on her
 elbows; the pink satin of our basques made contact, and their
 cups pressed against one another. With my free hands I started to
 caress Linda's naked shoulders, and worked my way down her chest;
 I reached into her basque cups, and found the two nipples. They
 were much smaller than Jan's, but they responded to my touch, and
 I moved my fingers over them, feeling them stiffen in response.
 There was another response too, which I felt along the length of
 my vagina. Linda was spurred into movement, and gradually
 withdrew, almost to my labia; the motion over my clitoris
 increased my excitement, and I squirmed, squeezing inwards with
 my vagina. I moved in response, pushing my hips up once again, to
 move the cock back down into me. Linda responded and thrust
 forward, and we both got the feel of one another and started a
 reciprocal motion; the cock moved slowly in and out, and I moved
 part way in the opposite direction, squeezing and relaxing as I
 did so. To my delight, Linda had obviously developed great powers
 of restraint, and the pleasure lasted for several minutes; I
 became aware once again of the feeling of our nylon clad legs
 brushing against one another, and during each thrust I felt
 Linda's suspenders moving over my thighs, catching on mine and
 tugging them briefly. Eventually I felt the pace quicken, and by
 then I was desperately ready and welcomed it; the motion of the
 cock accelerated in my vagina, and the thrusts became shorter.
 Suddenly the climax came, and I felt the spasm of the cock and
 the spurt of hot fluid into the depths of my vagina; this
 triggered my response, and my whole body shuddered as my orgasm
 engulfed me. I lay back as the succession of spasms took over; I
 was still aware of the cock buried in my vagina, and felt its own
 spasmodic motion gradually subside.

 Linda had incredible fortitude, and had maintained her position
 throughout our coupling; her weight was still supported by her
 arms, so I was able to lie back and give way to the sensation of
 pleasure for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I felt that the
 cock was no longer distended, and gained enough presence of mind
 to realise that Linda was probably getting very uncomfortable. I
 pulled my hips back into the bed, to help her withdraw; she did
 so, very slowly, and once she was free she clambered over my leg,
 then rolled over and lay on her back beside me. I squeezed her
 hand gently and whispered "That was fantastic. Was it good for
 you?" "Yes," she said softly; "it was very very good indeed." We
 both relaxed, exhausted by our efforts, and I became aware of Jan
 looking at me. I realised that she had of course been sitting
 watching the whole procedure; she smiled at me in encouragement,
 but I thought I could detect signs of excitement in her too. I
 was overcome then with my deep feelings of love for her, and I
 didn't know how to respond. I smiled back, and attempted to
 convey in my expression that we would take certain things up
 later. I think our rapport was such that she understood me.

 We waited for some time, Jan seated in her chair, still rigidly
 upright, Linda and I relaxed on the bed. Finally Jan spoke. "I
 think that makes a desirable conclusion to the proceedings, and
 we don't really need to continue the game for this session."
 Linda nodded, and I agreed: "Yes. If the party is winding down
 now, we shall all need some assistance to get ourselves out of
 these clothes." I got up, and retrieved my panties. "I'll go and
 put some coffee on," I said, "and we can unwind gradually before
 facing the hard real world. I'll stay with these things for the
 moment, but maybe you could help Linda with unfastening, Jan.
 "Yes, I will," she said. I went to our bedroom, and pulled the
 tight control panties back on, then I took out a comfortable
 housecoat and put on some fluffy slippers. I went to the kitchen
 and started some coffee, and sat waiting, tired and happy. After
 some time, Jan came out of the guest bedroom in her robe; I
 noticed she was no longer wearing stockings. "Len's getting
 himself back to drab normality," she said. "I undid the basque
 for him, and he had unfastened all the suspenders. It really was
 quite tight on him, but he seems to have survived the ordeal."
 She noticed my glance at her legs. "I asked him to help me with
 the corset; it seemed a fair exchange," she said grinning. "It
 was all most routine and matter-of-fact; he really does have a
 refreshing attitude. It's obvious that he finds the clothes
 fascinating and a massive sexual turnon, but he can accept that
 as a simple fact of life, and he isn't at all embarrassed after
 the event. He unlaced me, and then sat quietly taking his
 stockings off, while I was undoing suspenders, just as though it
 was a routine everyday happening." She went off to the bedroom to
 change into something a little more casual and comfortable. She
 soon returned, wearing a housedress and slippers, and very soon
 Len joined us, looking the friendly casually dressed male that we
 had met earlier in the evening.

 We drank our coffee, calm and relaxed. Jan seemed to be too,
 though I can really only speak for myself and Len. There wasn't
 too much to be said, though the pauses in conversation were easy,
 without any awkwardness. Eventually Len looked at his watch and
 said that it was getting late. "It's probably time for me to go
 now," he said. "I have to thank you ladies for an utterly
 fantastic evening. I still can't believe my good fortune in being
 able to have my innermost fantasies acted out." "You're very
 welcome," I said. "We seem to have hit on a wonderful way to
 enjoy ourselves together. I should thank you; and I hope that we
 shall be able to continue our investigations." Len smiled. "I
 have to be away for the next few weeks," he said. "Maybe we could
 get together again when I get back." I nodded, and Jan said "That
 would be very nice." "Thanks once again," Len said as he was
 leaving. "I really feel as though I have been liberated, and you
 can imagine what I shall be looking out for on my trip." "Have
 fun," I said.

 Jan and I went right to our bedroom. She relaxed on the big bed,
 and I threw off my housecoat and slippers; I joined her, and lay
 by her side, still encased in my pink satin basque and control
 panties. I rubbed my black nylon clad leg against Jan and sighed
 happily. She looked at me smiling; "You never tire of wearing
 those things, do you?" "I like them," I said. "It's a simple
 fact, and I eventually learned to accept it; it took me a little
 while longer than Len." "How was he?" Jan asked. "It was
 wonderful," I said, thinking over the events of the evening. "You
 certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself," Jan said; "I have
 never been a voyeur before -- or is it voyeuse? Anyway I found I
 was getting just a little carried away myself, and I really felt
 happy for you." "Jan my love! And you had to sit there, held
 stiffly to attention, while I was enjoying myself." I was
 suddenly overcome by emotion and my feeling for her. "I love you
 Jan," I said, and started to cry tears of happiness, snuggling my
 satin basque against her. She hugged me lovingly; "I love you
 too, Rita. And I love your taste in lingerie; you're a vision in
 pink that I just can't resist." We lay happily in one another's
 arms.

 Eventually, basking in Jan's loving and consoling arms, my tears
 subsided, and she brushed my cheeks tenderly. "It was good," I
 said, "and it really is a wonderfully fulfilling experience, but
 when I looked at you, I knew that the end result was to make me
 want you all the more." "I know, my love," she said. "That's
 exactly the effect it had on me last week. But I thought you did
 very well, and I actually did enjoy watching you. It got me
 excited too; and after all those years with you as you were, I
 recognise now that for some reason I get turned on by men wearing
 lingerie." "I'm glad for my sake that you do," I said. "What
 about you?" she asked. "You've played both sides of the street.
 I'm curious what your reactions were to 'Linda'. I know now how
 you react to the male animal, and I'm not surprised by that, but
 you were being confronted with some serious gender-blending." I
 thought for a moment. "I actually worried about how I might
 react," I said. "It's no secret what turns me on, and that's been
 consistent through all the changes in me, but for me it was
 always 'my' lingerie that mattered. Seeing it on others had a
 strong effect, but it was to make me want it for myself. When
 Linda got going, though, I found myself being quite affected by
 what she was wearing, and I liked it -- being completely
 surrounded by stockings and suspenders seemed to accentuate my
 own pleasure in those things." "Interesting," said Jan. "Would
 you like me to 'dress up' for you as well?" "I don't think I
 would," I said. "I relate to you in a special way; you're Jan, my
 partner; in the space I am in now I do want us both to be female,
 but what we have happening between us goes beyond that. It's also
 the case that my delight in lingerie, as 'my special thing' has
 been part of our relationship." "It certainly has," said Jan
 caressing my thighs, with the long suspenders stretched over
 them. I hugged her.

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