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Subject: REPOST: France 1/3
From: bruona@mail.portup.com (B. Ruona)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 08:41:33 GMT
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This is a repost of one of my favorite stories from my archives, and is one
which I haven't seen
posted in a while so here it is again...
I did not write this, and am NOT responsible for it, where-ever possible,
the original Authors/posters name has been retained for reference.
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Modeling lingerie in France
Part 1 (of 3)
It was some three months after I'd gone to live with my aunt that things
began to change. We'd never really got on and since my parent's death
our living in such close proximity started to cause problems. At
commencement of the Easter holidays I was informed that we were going
to have a talk about our deteriorating relationship.
"It just isn't working Jens," she stated, "I've never enjoyed male company
and to have one living in my house is just too much. You'll just have to go
back to boarding school."
This stunned me she knew how much I'd hated being away from home
and how in the end my parents had removed me from my last school just
before their accident. The Headmaster had even stated that I was not cut
out for boarding school.
"Please Aunt Agathe, not boarding school, please. I'll do anything you
want but please don't send me away I beg you." I was on the verge of
tears, she came and sat next to me putting her arm round my shoulders
and dabbed at my eyes with a lace hankie.
"It's not you as such Jens, it's just because you are masculine. To be quite
honest with you I'm of lesbian leanings and I find male company hateful
to me. I'm sorry but you'll just have to go."
I broke down completely tears running down my face, my shoulders
heaving as I sobbed. I knelt at her feet and begged her not to do this to
me. I didn't notice the fleeting smile of success that crossed her beautiful
face. I only dimly heard her say musingly, "Well perhaps Jens there is a
possibility that you could continue living with me but I don't think that
you would like it."
I was clutching at straws, "Anything, Aunty anything. I'll do whatever
you want of me I promise."
"Let me think it over Jens, now go to your room."
I obeyed immediately, I was not going to give her any cause for
complaint. About an hour later she came into my bedroom. "We'll give it
a week's trial Jens, but if you just once disobey me or complain that will
be it."
The hour in my room had hardened my resolve not to go back to
boarding school. I was willing to do anything! "Thank you Aunty, I will
be good."
"Right, this is not going to be easy for either of us. You will get all of
your clothes packed into suitcases and place them in the attic and that
includes the ones that you are wearing now. Get on with it."
She was so domineering and just strode from the room without a
backward glance. I did as I was told, was so frightened of incurring her
anger. Halfway through my packing she came in with a white towelling
robe, "When you've finished Jens put this on and come into my
bathroom." I lugged the cases up into the attic and joined her. "I've run a
bath for you, now give me your robe."
I shyly handed her the garment and stepped into the heavily perfumed
water slick with bath oils and gasped as the heat encased me. I washed
with scented soap as she looked on. 1 was rather embarrassin to be naked
in front of her.
"Hurry up, Jens we haven't got all day." I stepped out of the bath and she
dried me with a big pink fluffy towel which matched my blushing skin.
She then patted me all over with a perfumed talcum powder and made me
go into he bedroom saying. "That' better, you don't smell like a boy."
As we entered I saw my reflection in the mirrored doors of her wall
length wardrobe. Although 16 years old and fairly tall, 178 cm, I was of
slim build.
"Here are your new clothes darling," she said pointind at her bed. I was
dumbfounded for, arrayed on the pink satin coverlet, was a complete
feminine outfit
" Whilst you are in my company in future you will wear girls clothes! ! I
will not see you before you go to school in the morning and as soon as
you return in the afternoon you will go straight to your room and change
before joining me. Now do you wish to change your mind?"
I was between the devil and the deep, boarding school or girls clothes.
"No, no," I stammered, "but what about when your housekeeper returns
from her holidays?"
"She'll not mind," was the retort. "It's your decision, now make up your
mind Jens." I could not speak I just nodded my head.
"Good, now let's get you dressed."
In retrospect I now realise that she must have had this planned for some
time as everything was brand new and fitted me perfectly. She took the
white lacy bra and placed it around my chest and fastened it, it was
padded out with a pair of soft flesh coloured panties in each cup. A
matching suspender belt went around my waist and hooked together.
"It won't take long for you to learn how to do this for yourself darling." I
sat on the cool satin coverlet as she opened a packet of pale tan silk
stockings and rolled them up my legs fastening them to the beribboned
garters. She handed me a pair of lace trimmed white french knickers and
instructed me to don them. As I stepped first into one leg and then the
other, my suspenders pulled gently at my stockings, as I straightened up
the sof t nylon whispered against the silk of my stockings. I gingerly
pulled them up over my knees and thighs into place around buttocks and
hips. I shivered at the sensation of the soft material in contact with my
skin.
" Hold out your arms, Jens," she said rolling up the virgin white slip, like
the knickers lavishly embellished with lace both at the hem and bust. She
slipped it over my head and let it fall down my body. The cool sof tness
of it enveloping me. My mind was in a turmoil as I looked at my
reflection in the mirrors. The lace cups of the slip covered the soft
mounds of my false bosom the lace trim of my knickers just visible
through the skirt and the lacy hem glistening on my pale tan silk
stockings.
"Stop admiring your pretty lingerie, Jens, we've got a long way to go." If
it had been possible, I would have blushed even more but as it was, the
virgin white underwear stood out against my pink skin. As instructed I sat
at her dressing table, the satin bench slick on my nylon clad buttocks. She
then proceeded to make me up. I was informed that teenage girls, for that
was what she considered me to be, only wore small amounts of make up.
Just a touch of eye shadow, blusher to highlight my cheek bones, soft
touches of face powder and finally a delicate pink lipstick.
I placed my hands and arms into the pale pink lacy blouse and sat
patiently while she buttoned it up the back. The frilly high collar caressed
my neck and throat. The matching frilly cuffs were fastened about my
slim wrists the white mother of pearl buttons glistening brightly. As I
stood I could view myself; the pale pink very feminine blouse reached my
hips and looked so pretty on the skirt of my slip and my lace clad breasts
were clearly visible.
I stepped into the white chiffon pleated skirt that was soon fastened about
my waist. As I did so the gentle tug of my garters on my stockings
reminded me of my lacy suspender belt. Aunt Agathe reached up under
my skirt to pull my blouse into position making me flinch as the backs of
her hands touched my nylon encased genitals.
Again seated she placed my feet into pink sandals that exactly matched the
colour of my blouse and then raised me to my feet. The 5 cm heels
pushed me slightly forward, however soon compensated for this. She
stepped back and looked at me critically, "Jens darling, I'm really
delighted. I've got a niece instead of a nephew, you look beautiful my
dear. You are so pretty I could kiss you."
With this she took me into her arms and held me to her kissing me first
on my cheek and then on my lips. This was almost the first time that she
had shown any affection towards me and I was quite thrilled.
Then she stepped back and told me to walk round the room. With hesitant
steps I obeyed. At each step I could feel the hem of my slip and skirt rub
against my silken clad knees and the insistant tug of garters on stockings.
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I
wobbled slightly on my unaccustomed heels and as I looked at my
reflection there was just one item of my appearance that was not in accord
with the way that I was dressed. My hair! In a reflex action my hand went
to my head. Aunt Agathe laughed softly.
"Come here darling and sit down we'll soon correct that."
=46rom her dressing table drawer she took the most enchanting blonde wig
that exactly matched my own hair. As she pinned my hair up she mused.
"Perhaps if we let you grow your hair longer, Jens, we could have it
trimmed in a different way and then just blow dry it into shape. We'll just
have to see how you get on in the next week."
When she was satisfied, I turned to view myself. It seemed to be perfect,
it was short only just touching the frilly collar of my blouse framing my
face with its soft wavy curls. As I looked at my made up face I could not
help smiling nervously at my new self, my pink shiny lips parted to show
my even white teeth, my blue eyes highlighted by the pale blue eye-
shadow.
Aunt Agathe placed her hands on my shoulders and smiling at my
reflection said, "I'm so happy Jens, and I can see that you are too. This
will make all the difference to our relationship, now let's put your new
clothes into your bedroom. "
As she started to place my new underwear in my dressing table drawers
she remarked, "I've only bought white lingerie for this probationary
period, if you progress to my satisfaction I'll get you some really pretty
frillies. Now you've got three pairs of french knickers, a spare bra and
suspender belt, camisole top, waist slip and three pairs of stockings. "Now
darling, what do you think of these? " she held up a waltz length
nightdress and negligee again embellished with softened lace and satin
ribbons. "Do you like my choice? "
I wasn't going to be caught out. "They are so pretty Aunty, thank you." In
addition to the undies there was the outerwear. White sandals, a white
lacy blouse, pale pink pleated chiffon skirt and a pair of fluffy pink
bedroom mules completed my new ensemble.
Taking my hand in hers she steadied me as we walked down the stairs.
After opening a bottle of champagne we sat next to each other on the sofa.
She showed me how to seat myself slipping my hands beneath my thighs
and ensuring that I kept my knees together. My soft skirt so light and
feminine as I draped itself over my silken clad knees.
She raised her glass, "To my new niece, Jeanette."
I must say that I felt more like Jeanette than Jens dressed in my finery.
She had realised from the outset that I would do anything to prevent being
sent away to boarding school again. As I sipped my drink, my new
lipstick left a crescent shaped mark on the rim of the glass reminding me
of my new found femininity.
CHAPTER TWO
The next few days passed swiftly as I entered my new role of Jeanette. I
was instructed in how to fasten the unaccustomed foundation garments
about my body, how to make myself up, walk in a feminine manner, eat
delicately and in general act in a lady-like way. I had to wash both mine
and Agathe's delicate lingerie and then when dry iron it and place it in the
dressing table drawers amongst the perfumed sachets. I had to bathe twice
a day, the water softened with subtle scented oils. My skin grew softer
and more girlish with every immersion.
The change in our relationship was remarkable, Agathe no longerspoke to
me harshly she constantly praised me and in general was a loving sensitive
companion. Whenever I felt depressed she seemed to - know and went out
of her way to comfort me. Holding me to her bosom and kissing me
softly. Near the end of my first week dressed as a girl we went for a
drive. She showed me how to enter the car so that my skirt would ride up
showing too much leg.
We drove about fifty kilometres as Aunt Agathe said, "I don't expect that
you'll want any of your school friends to see you." I agreed hurriedly
though I must admit that I'd now got so used to being in skirts I'd
forgotten that I'd look most unusual to anyone that knew Jens. I was
nervous when we stopped at a small country restaurant for lunch but
when I realised that nobody was paying any attention to me I soon
relaxed; the three glasses of wine no doubt helped!
After lunch we drove into Copenhagen and parked near the shopping
area. "Come on darling, I'm going to take you shopping."
We walked down the road together, the soft breeze caressing my legs
making my skirt flutter prettily. We entered a department store and with
the aid of the assistant on the Dior counter choose a complete array of
cosmetics that suited my complexion including 'Miss Dior' perfume and
nail polish. I must say that I was quite excited at the thought of trying
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t
all these different things.
We then visited the dress department where after choosing two gorgeous
dresses we went into the changing rooms.
"What if anyone should come in Aunty?" I said nervously as I slipped out
of my blouse and skirt. "Don't be silly darling, you=B4d fool anybody."
I tried on the first dress which was a soft pink dress with a fitted bodice
in satin and a flared skirt of floaty chiffon. The fit was fine except that
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it
was very tight at the waist.
"That's fine darling, a few centimetres off the waist and you'll be the
belle of the ball."
The second one which was of pale blue jersey, and clung to my body, was
again just that little bit too embracing but Agathe was adamant that was
the one for me, I knew better than to argue and just agreed.
"We've just got time to buy you some new shoes to match your new
dresses, Jeanette. We are almost the same size so I think I'd better try
them on just in case the assistant should happen to peek up your skirt."
I joined in her gay laughter and sat patiently as she tried on pair after
pair. She finally settled on two pairs, one of pale blue suede the other of
pale pink satin both with open toes and 10 cm high heels! As I looked at
her striding about the shop I wondered how on earth I was going to
manage to walk in those.
As we left the shop the doors were locked behind us as it was now 17:30.
"Back to the car now, Aunt Agathe?"
"Yes darling, I expect you are dying to try out your new cosmetics and
dresses and shoes?"
I was about to reply in the affirmative when she stopped. "Look at that
Jeanette, all that gorgeous lingerie." She had stopped outside a window
full of dreamy undies. I could feel myself colouring slightly as she
admired the little items of satin and lace.
"Come along, Jeanette," Just as she was about to enter the shop, a young
girl came out and said, "Sorry Madame, but we're just closing." The
relief that I felt was only temporary as Agathe then said, "I do in fact
have an appointment with Madame Cecile."
"Of course, she is waiting inside for you, please go in." As she held the
door open for us she smiled knowingly at me and whispered "I'm sure
you'll be delighted Miss! " This time I did blush madly for I was positive
that she knew me to be a boy. The door was locked behind me and I
followed my aunt into the boutique.
She greeted a very smartly dressed lady with a kiss and turned to
introduce me. "This is my niece Jeanette. Madame Cecile was responsible
for providing your first trousseau of lingerie, darling."
Madame Cecile stepped forward and took my hands in hers. "So this is
Jeanette. You do look pretty my dear, such a lovely complexion and a
trim figure. " She kissed me lightly on the lips. "I would never have
believed that you could have effected such a transformation in under a
week, Agathe." I was mortified she knew I was a boy, no wonder that girl
had given me such a knowing look. She laughed at my horrified
expression.
"Jeanette, my sweet, if I had not known I would never guessed that you
are a boy under that blouse and skirt and what I know to be pretty
undies."
I just wished that the floor would open up under me.
"Come my dears, I'll drive and my chauffeuse will bring your car." We
were soon driving into the grounds of a large house and on exiting from
the car, the front door opened and we were welcomed inside by a tall lady
in a black satin trouser suit. Cecile introduced me.
"Sara this is the pretty Jeanette, Jeanette this is Sara my business partner
and lover. "
I was greeted with a kiss and taking my hand she took me up the stairs
into a beautiful boudoir. "I'm so looking forward to this evening Jeanette,
we've some super treats for you. I must say when Agathe told me of her
plan I was sceptical but I'm so glad I've been proved wrong."
"Yes," said Agathe, "I'm delighted. I'm confident that if Jeanette can
carry it off tonight nothing more need be said about boarding school."
I was quite delirious. "Thank you Aunt Agathe, thank you." I ran to her
and kissed her sweet lips. I was determined to go through with whatever
the arrangements were for this evening. I was not going to jeopardise my
future. I missed, in my excitement, the victorious looks that passed
between the three of them. We all sat down on the lavender satin covered
sofas whilst a maid poured champagne for us all and was then dismissed,
leaving a number of packages at my feet, after hanging up my new
dresses.
"A toast to Jeanette," said Sara, "the prettiest of shemales." I smiled with
them and joined in the toast, Agathe nodding approvingly.
"Jeanette has done everything I've asked of her and I know it hasn't been
easy for her. Darling, just walk about and show our friends how well
you've mastered some of the feminine arts."
I was happy to oblige and tripped across the room as femininely as
possible as I turned I did a twirl allowing the pleats of my skirt to float
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up
prettily. They clapped and raised their glasses to me.
"Sit down darling, and see what we've got for you," said Cecile. She
passed me a bag with the boutique's name on it and I opened it. WOW! It
was the most gorgeous glamorous matching slip and french knickers in
pale pink satin with just oodles of cream lace frills and trim. I gushed,
"Oh they are incredibly beautiful, thank you." Even to my ears I sounded
like a teenage girl but what the heck.
Package after package followed, bra, suspender belt, briefs, frilly
bouffant waist slip, camisole, camiknickers, floor length nightdress,
negligee and finally the piece de resistance - a basque again in pink satin
with lace trim at the bustline and hem. I jumped to my feet, went over to
them and kissed them both.
"Thank you so much, they are so pretty and delicate."
"Whilst you are on your feet darling, you might as well get undressed,
we've got a lot to do yet!"
Obediently I slipped out of my skirt and blouse followed by camisole,
waist slip, stockings and then unclasped my suspender belt withdrawing it
from under my french knickers. Surely this was as far as I had to go; but
as I looked pleadingly towards Aunt Agathe I realised I was wrong. I
stepped slowly and daintily out of them placing them with the rest of my
intimate apparel. My face suffused with mortification.
"You flush quite prettily," observed Sara as I stood naked before them my
hands clasped over my genitalia.
"Put your hands at your side Jeanette and come over to me," murmured
Cecile as I stood in front of her she ran her warm hands over my torso
and legs. "Just a little body hair but we'll soon dispose of that."
Cupping my scrotum, she said, "Not too badly endowed either." She
gently caressed me, semi-arousing me, much to the delight of the others.
Turning to Agathe it was suggested that she might wish to rest leaving me
to their tender care. She came and kissed me also warning me "Now
remember Jeanette, you are to do everything required of you and no
argument."
I was taken into the bathroom where my body was covered in a thick
depilatory cream which was then removed together with all my body hair
with the exception of the area around my pubes which Sara had cut very
short and expertly sculpted with a razor into a heart shape. Even the
sparse hair on my testicles and penis had been removed leaving them pink
and babyish.
A scented bath was followed by an application of perfumed body lotion
which when applied to my genitals caused the expected reaction again
causing them much merriment. Back in the bedroom a pair of jelly filled
breasts were affixed to my chest with a special adhesive, Sara
professionally put make up on the joint to my skin; as I breathed they rose
and fell as though real. The pretty pink nipples glistened realistically.
Sara pushed my testicles up into my abdomen, placed my penis in a tight
but soft latex sheath which was strapped back between my legs and pulled
up tightly between my buttocks and the thin sides over my hips
compressing me tightly. The flesh coloured material blending in with my
skin and at the juncture of my thighs giving me a decidedly feminine
outline highlighting my newly trimmed pubic hair.
The basque was fitted to my body, the hooks and eyes being fastened
behind my back the stays compressing my waist until I could hardly
breathe. The satin was beautifully cool on my hairless torso and the pretty
lace cups held my heaving bosom.
"Now you've got a super figure, Jeanette," said Sara. "Just look at those
lovely nipples."
I managed to smile at her observations and she was in fact quite correct.
The dark pink nipples in the softened cream lace did look gorgeous.
"Thank you both very much," I murmured shyly.
I sat on the dressing table bench the stays of my basque squeezing me even
more but somehow I found myself revelling in this. Cecile painted my toe
nails with my new varnish whilst Sara manicured my fingernails and then
fixed false nails to them and applied the pretty polish. They looked
fantastic and so lady-like as they gleamed through the white silk of my
new stockings as I drew them slowly and carefully up my depilated legs. I
fastened them to the ruched suspenders, stepped into the glamorous french
knickers which whispered as they passed lightly over the silk.
Sara and Cecile gently smoothed them over my buttocks, I could not
refrain from wriggling deliciously to the touch of the satin. My shoes
were fitted to my feet, the pink nail polish visible through the sheer silk
of my stockings in the open toed pink satin 4" high heels. They each held
a hand as I stood rather unsteadily. However, after almost a week of
walking in heels, I soon adapted to my new posture with my pelvis tilted
and buttocks poking out and after a couple of steps I was sashaying
around the room as though I'd been born to them. The effect of my tight
corset effeminised me even more and I found myself taking even smaller
steps and swinging my hips girlishly.
They clapped their hands in glee. "Jeanette you look fantastic. Now come
on let's see you in your new pretty slip."
They let it fall down over my head and body, my arms passing through
the double rouleau straps. It fitted me superbly. The lace frills dancing on
my knees and the bodice just covering the cups of my basque. The satin
panels gleamed in the light as I turned this way and that to admire my
reflection.
I was made up much more elaborately than ever before, using all of my
new cosmetics and prior to donning my new dress they spritzed me with
'Miss Dior' perfume on my wrists, neck, breasts, hair and after lifting my
slip at the juncture of my thighs.
"You never know darling, when a girl might need to smell especially
beautiful down there. " Giggled Sara much to Cecile's amusement. My
hair or should I say my wig having already been brushed and laquered
was further ornamented with a pretty pink velvet bow.
They now both helped me don my new dress, needless to say with my
basque pulling in my waist it now fitted me perfectly. The chiffon overlay
highlighted the bodice, the high collar making my neck look slender, my
arms slim through the sheer sleeves. At the waist a cream 10 cm wide
satin ribbon belt with a bow at the front emphasised my womanly figure,
the streamers bright on the pale pink chiffon skirt that floated dreamily
down to my silk clad knees. The deep frill of my slip making it stand out
from the taffeta underskirt which rustled softly whenever I moved.
Just then, Aunt Agathe entered the room as she looked at me her beautiful
mouth broke into a smile of sheer delight.
"Oh darling, you look fabulous. " And then the stereo was turned on and
we all danced together. She took me into her arms and held me to her
bosom kissing my lips softly stroking me. I felt marvellous clasped to her,
our perfumes mingling with sensuous satin rustling on my body. She
released me laughing sweetly, "My, I will have to be careful that I don't
get carried away!"
She presented me with a gold chain with a heart shaped locket on
engraved with the words, 'Jeanette, my favourite niece' which was
fastened about my throat and a slim gold chain that was placed round my
right ankle. I then walked about the room showing off slightly spinning so
that my dress and slip flared up about my thighs.
Aunt Agathe like Cecile was dressed in a masculine cut black satin trouser
suit and we watched as Sara attired herself in a dark blue basque lacy slip
and sheath-like matching cocktail dress that looked gorgeous on her
voluptuous figure. When she made up, the four of us tripped downstairs
to the drawing room where the other four guests were waiting.
I was introduced to them: Sally who was Agathe's date, a sophisticated
lady in a, turquoise cocktail dress. Toni a charming lady again in a satin
trouser suit with her companion Penelope, a very attractive young girl in
a sheer white silk blouse, her firm breasts pressing against the material,
her emerald green flared skirt complemented her magnificent red hair. I
suddenly realised that she was the girl that we'd met leaving Cecile's
lingerie boutique and as she leaned forward to kiss my cheek she
whispered, "I helped choose your pretty scanties for you, Jeanette ! "
Needless to say, I coloured slightly but turned to be introduced to my
escort for the evening a very masculine looking lady named Fillippa in a
dinner jacket.
We had a superb dinner with good conversation flowing just like the wine
and then the stereo was turned on and we all danced together. That is the
suited ladies danced with the petticoated girls.
I enjoyed being held by Agathe, Toni and Sara but did not enjoy the
attention paid to me by Fillippa who during the slow numbers held me so
very tightly to her pressing her thigh between mine rubbing up against
me. I did dearly wish that I could have been in Penelope's arms instead.
She was so pretty and her pert breasts with firm nipples shone through
her blouse arousing me in my tightly pantied genital region.
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