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Subject: FRANCE 2/3
From: bruona@mail.portup.com (B. Ruona)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 08:42:42 GMT
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part 2
All in all it was a wonderful evening and I was quite sorry when it was
time to leave for home. I chatted animatedly to Aunt Agathe as she drove,
girlishly excited after my first grown up dinner party. She came into my
room to help me undress, unclasping my basque and slipping on my new
nightdress, she finally managed to interrupt my silly gushing.
"Jeanette my darling, I'm really very proud of you, those that didn't
know really thought of you as a girl in fact, Fillippa wanted a date."
"Oh Aunty, you didn't say yes did you?"
"No, you silly, anyway she is not interested in what you've got."
She had been holding me in her arms stroking me softly, my body in its
pretty pink nightdress pressed up against hers and now she looked down
pointedly. My masculinity had made itself obvious pushing out my satin
skirt. I was ashamed of this and flushed.
"Sweetheart, it's only natural, just lie on the bed and I'll help release
your
tensions for you."
She picked up my newly discarded satin knickers, lifted the hem of my
nightie to my waist and wrapped the cool soft material around my
rampant penis gently massaging me. It was a fantastic sensation which
within moments had me gasping as I erupted into the satin and lace then
she kissed me sweetly and said, "Sleep tight Jeanette, my darling and don't
forget to wash your knickers in the morning!"
CHAPTER THREE
The rest of the Easter vacation passed quickly, when her housekeeper
returned she didn't even raise an eyebrow and in fact was pleased to have
my help in the washing and ironing of our lingerie.
It was quite a change dressing in my school clothes on the first day of
term and I wasn't too happy with the roughness of my underwear and
trousers on my depilated body. Aunt Agathe wrote a note to school to say
that I was not to take part in games, as my sculpted pubic hairs would
have caused no end of comment in the showers!
I almost enjoyed dashing home to change into my girls clothes or my new
tennis dress with frilly panties or my hot pink bathing costume for we
were fortunate to have both a private court and pool.
During the week, I just padded out my brassiere and didn't wear nail
polish but on Friday nights I would affix my false breasts to my chest and
my false nails to my finger tips. I had by now cut myself of f from my
friends after school hours as I dare not invite them home as Aunt Agathe
had made it clear that whilst in the house I was to be dressed in my
feminine finery.
A new french teacher had joined the school staff and extra french lessons
became all the rage as she was so beautiful. She was an excellent sports
woman and one day asked if it would be possible to use my aunt's grass
court. Thinking quickly I explained that my aunt was a recluse and would
not allow it. She seemed to accept this and I thought I'd got away with it.
Was I wrong? When I got home that evening, Friday, her car was in the
drive. I dashed upstairs and changed waiting until I heard it go bef ore
joining my aunt.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm surprised you didn't join us, Jeanette."
"I dare not Aunt Agathe. I'd still got my school uniform on. By the way
what did she want?"
"She is going to join us f or a game of tennis in the morning, my dear."
"Us," I gasped, "Us?"
"Yes sweetheart, us. Sally is as usual coming for the weekend so for a
change we'll be able to play doubles."
I was horrified and pleaded, "Please don't make me play. Let me stay in
my room, I'll be so ashamed."
"Don't be silly. She will never recognise you. You act completely
differently dressed as a girl. Now not another word or else!"
Meekly I obeyed her warning but inwardly I was scared stiff. At dinner,
Sally put me somewhat at my ease by saying at our first meeting at Sara's
and Cecile's she had not guessed I was a boy.
I slept fitfully and on Saturday morning dressed in my tennis outfit with a
great deal of care. I made up lightly, put my gold necklace on to add to
my femininity and joined them on the court. Aunt Agathe introduced me
as her niece Jeanette. Brigitte seemed to accept this much to my relief. I
partnered Sally and although we lost we played well. The nightmare
happened as we shook hands; her eyes opened wide focussed on the large
plaster stuck on my wrist. I'd fallen over on Friday in her classroom, cut
myself and she had herself put the bandaid on. She exclaimed in her
beautifully french accent, "Jens, it is Jens, isn't it?"
I was so ashamed, I just bolted to my room and flung myself on the bed
sobbing madly. Sometime later, the door opened and somebody sat on the
side of the bed and gently caressed my back. I turned thinking it was Sally
or my aunty but not, it was Brigitte looking down at me.
"Jeanette, such a pretty name cherie, your aunt has explained it all to me
and I assure you it will remain our little secret. I would not dream of
letting the school know, so please let us be friends."
I didn't know what to say, I was tongue tied. Agathe standing behind her
said, "See Jeanette, everything is alright. Brigitte is very sympathetic and
I've invited her to stop for lunch. She has only got her tennis dress so
we'll just borrow a few things of yours and then you can change and
come and join us."
I waited until they had left the room before going to shower, I had to
obey my aunt. I dressed in the items that she had left ready for me. This
was one of her strict rules just the articles that were chosen by her
nothing more or less. Pink satin bra and suspender belt, sheer tan silk
stockings pink satin knickers and the matching frilly bouffant waist slip
and camisole top, all embellished with the gorgeous cream lace. renewed
my make-up spritzed myself with 'Miss Dior' slipped on my white lacy
blouse and a flared skirt of shiny white cotton printed with pale pink
flowers that matched my pink sandals.
The hem of my petticoats and skirt were knee length so as I tripped along
they swirled prettily. As I entered the pool area where we were to have
lunch Sally came to meet me and took my hand in hers.
"It's going to be OK darling, you do look super."
I looked shyly at Brigitte who smiled encouragingly at me her eyes
sparkling. "How do I look in your clothes, cherie? "
"Very nice," I replied demurely and indeed she did. She wore a pale blue
silk shirt with a cream skirt piped with pale blue satin. It was a wrap
around skirt and she flipped it open to show a waist slip of pale blue satin
embellished with beige lace that had been part of a set given to me by
Sally.
"I do admire your taste in lingerie cherie, however," bringing out from
behind her back, she dangled the pretty matching brassiere, "I'm afraid
I'm still a bit bigger than you!"
This broke the ice and I could not help joining in the laughter.
"You look so chic, cherie, what a lovely skirt and blouse." She was
wonderful to me and lunch passed all too quickly. Aunt Agathe invited
her to stay for the rest of the day but as she had to do some work she
agreed to come over for dinner. "I'm looking forward to seeing you this
evening Jeanette, and I'll return your clothes and lingerie." With that she
kissed me softly on the lips and held me to her for just a moment that I
wished could last an eternity.
"You were quite a hit there Jeanette," said Sally as Agathe walked her to
the car. I replied, "She's far nicer than I'd expected her to be Sally and
she is so beautiful isn't she?"
"Yes darling, and I think she is taken with you, don't you agree Agathe?"
"I do. Did you notice her eyes hardly ever left you and she adored it
when you crossed your legs showing off your frillies. In fact you almost
overdid it Jeanette. Don't be to coquettish in future." I blushed lightly at
this but realised that she had spotted my flirtation.
I spent the rest of the afternoon washing and ironing and day dreaming of
Brigitte.
I enjoyed a long luxurious scented bath and whilst waiting for Aunt
Agathe to set out my clothes, sat in a negligee and applied my make-up
carefully. I was spritzing myself lavishly with perfume when the door
opened and in walked Agathe followed by Brigitte. I clutched my negligee
about me. My false bosom heave the nipples showing through the softened
lace cups.
"Brigitte has agreed to help you dress, darling."
"Good evening, Jeanette, I do hope you don't mind?"
"No, no," I stammered, "of course not."
I stood silently as Agathe chose my attire. Brigitte looked very smart in a
thick white satin blouse clearly braless, black velvet evening trousers,
black stockings and high heeled black patent shoes with a gold trim. She
smiled reassuringly at me as my pretties were laid out on the bed.
Tiny sheer flesh coloured briefs tied at the side with satin bows, pale blue
basque, french knickers and slip all with beige lace. White silk stockings
blue suede shoes and my pretty pale blue figure hugging jersey dress.
"Have fun darlings," she thrilled and departed.
"Don't be nervous cherie, would you be happier with these on? " handing
me the small panties. I gratefully took them from her, turned and stepped
into them, arranged my privates and drew them firmly into place.
I stood silently not knowing what to do next. She walked around in front
of me reached forward and undid the satin bow and slipped my negligee
off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on my
waist and pulled me gently to her and we kissed passionately. Breaking
away she said huskily, "Come Cherie, or we will never get you dressed."
I nodded dumbly, not trusting myself to speak savouring that kiss and the
emotions that it aroused deep within me.
She fastened my basque, helped me on with my stockings and slip and
stood behind me gazing into the mirror at our reflections.
Her hands moved softly down from my breasts to my waist and onto my
hips pressing me gently through the slippery material. I leaned back onto
her, revelling in the glorious sensation, as her hands caressed my lower
abdomen I parted my legs to give her more access. She smiled and shook
her head.
"Not yet, cherie," and kissed me on the neck. I stepped into my shoes and
slipped on my dress.
"Charmant cherie, so chic." She spoke throatily and sexily and of f we
went to join the others. It was a wonderful evening they all went out of
their way to make a fuss of me.
We sat talking after dinner until Sally put on a record and we all began
dancing. It was super all slow numbers which meant that Agathe and
Brigitte held me close to them as we moved languorously to the music.
During one dance Agathe whispered, "I've invited Brigitte to stop the
night Jeanette, if that's ok with you? " I nodded gently and looked over at
Brigitte dancing with Sally. She smiled and raised an eyebrow
enquiringly. I shyly lowered my eyes but again nodded my acceptance.
Sally said, "Come Agathe, take me to bed and leave these youngsters to
it." They kissed us goodnight and left us.
Brigitte took me in her arms, our bodies pressed together my arms
around her neck and our lips fastened in a passionate kiss. Her tongue
explored my mouth and her hands rubbed my buttocks, our bodies
swaying to the music in a little world of our own. She held my hand as we
walked up the stairs to my bedroom where Aunt Agathe had laid out my
pretty blue and beige nightdress together with a pair of black silk pyjamas
for Brigitte.
She started to undress me slowly, after removing my slip, I hesitantly
unbuttoned her blouse, her large breasts falling free from the slick
material, her nipples already aroused. She stepped out of her shoes
unzipped her velvet trousers slipped them down her legs together with
her black bikini panties. Dressed in a black lacy suspender belt and silk
stockings, she knelt at my feet removed my shoes and slowly pulled my
panties down my legs.
Her mouth brushed my thigh making me moan, she undid the tiny satin
bows on my briefs and slipped them out from under my ruched
suspenders. My penis released from its confinement sprang forward
already partly erect she kissed it sweetly and then took the head deep into
her mouth causing me to become rock hard. Standing she placed my hand
between her legs and I could feel her soft wetness on her silky pubic
hairs, she raised my fingers to my lips and I licked at the perfumed dew.
It was a beautiful taste and held a fragrance that I had never before
beheld.
She laid me on the bed, my back on the satin of my nightgown, and when
astride me placed my penis into her well lubricated vagina, her breasts
hanging down to my receptive mouth. I was completely swallowed up by
her and suckled contentedly on her nipples as she began to ride me. We
were both at such a fever pitch that as her vaginal muscles gripped my
penis in a rippling movement we erupted into a huge mutual orgasm. Her
lips found mine as she collapsed onto my torso and we kissed most
passionately.
After sometime, she raised herself from my supine body and wiped my
penis with her own soft panties and then completed my undressing. She
helped me into my nightie and just slipped on the black silk pyjama jacket.
We lay in each others arms between the cool sheets murmuring words of
love and affection to each other and exploring each others bodies with our
hands. We made love many times that first night until we fell into a
satiated slumber.
I woke to find Sally and Agathe smiling down at us with pleased
expressions on their faces.
Sally said, "We've brought you girls a coffee if you can spare the time."
Looking down at the raised sheet where Brigitte was softly massaging my
erection through my nightgown. Agathe said to Sally, "Come darling,
that's given me an idea." They exited giggling like two teenagers hand in
hand as Brigitte raised my skirt and straddled me saying, "Good morning,
cherie."
After a long langorous session of love making, we bathed together taking
delight in soaping each others bodies.
Brigitte slipped on her suspender belt and stockings and sat on the edge of
the bed, whilst I dressed in my pink and cream lace camiknickers over
bra and suspender belt. I walked over to her with a pair of white lace
knickers that she'd asked to borrow.
"Kneel down between my legs, cherie," she murmured. She parted them
wide and brought my mouth into contact with her lower lips which were
warm and m oist.
"Kiss me cherie, and lick my clitoris." I needed no further invitation and
happily followed her instructions, I slowly mastered the art of cunnilingus
and brought her to yet another orgasm. As her body finished writhing she
released my head and just then the door opened and in strode Aunt
Agathe.
"Well, well, what have we here? Two lesbians?"
I leaped to my feet colouring immediately but Brigitte just raised herself
onto her elbows not even bothering to close her legs and smiling said, "I
don't think after last night and this morning I'd consider our little
transvestite here to be of lesbian persuasion but I'd thought I'd teach her
some of the more beautiful ways of making love, Agathe, do hope you
don't disapprove? "
' "Au contraire Brigitte, I most definitely do approve as I'm sure you
guessed and darling, you do have the most beautiful body I'm so happy
that you two are so fond of each other." That was the first of many super
weekends that we spent together.
CHAPTER FOUR
The weekend after my exams had finished we were invited to a party at
Cecile's and Sara's and on the Saturday af ternoon Brigitte drove me
down to Brighton ahead of my aunty as she wanted to buy me a present of
lingerie from the boutique.
We were greeted by Penelope and shown into Cecile's private office
where I was shown my gift, the prettiest set of peach coloured underwear
with just oodles of matching lace. I clapped my hands with glee and kissed
them both. It looked super. "Can I wear it tonight please Brigitte?" "Of
course cherie, I'm dying to see you in it too."
I failed to notice the glance that passed between them. On the way I tried
but failed to persuade her to tell me about my next treat being told to wait
and see. We were ushered into that beautifully feminine boudoir where
Sara greeted us and introduced us to Anita a friend of hers.
"Well you are Jeanette are you? Sara and Cecile have told me so much
about you darling, but I never expected you to be as pretty and as
feminine as you are."
I was pleased and flattered at her comments but embarrassed at her
knowing that under all my finery I was really a boy and more and more
people were now getting to know my secret.
"Brigitte, perhaps you would be good enough to help Jeanette bathe and
then bring her back in here."
Brigitte removed my wig and washed my longish hair that Aunt Agathe
had not let me have cut for simply ages and bathed me, with Sara's
scented talc helped me into my restraining panties and on with my new
peach satin negligee. In the boudoir Anita sat me at the dressing table and
announced that she was going to trim and set my hair. I must have looked
astonished for Sara broke in and said: "It's ok darling, I've had your
aunt's approval so I trust you won't object?" "Oh no, of course not and
I'm pleased just a little surprised."
I had to sit patiently for the next two hours as Anita got to work and
whilst under the hairdryer, she trimmed my fingernails into a feminine
shape and painted them with a new pink varnish. She also plucked my
eyebrows shaping them delicately, taking out the rollers and brushing my
locks, she allowed me to look into the mirror. It was incredible. My own
hair in a pretty young style framed my beautifully made up face, the
arched eyebrows adding so much to my feminity. I must admit to being
really delighted if not a little worried. How was I to revert to being Jens?
I was used to seeing my blonde wig but the difference in having my own
hair looking so pretty, the waves and curls bouncing as I moved this way
and that. They all smiled at my reaction especially when said that I was
looking forward to Agathe and Sally seeing my new hairdo.
"Just a moment, my dear, I have not quite finished," said Anita taking up
an odd looking instrument plugging the electric lead into the nearest
socket, she took hold of an ear lobe and before I knew what was
happening swiftly triple pierced my one ear and then the other. As I
exclaimed, she fastened small diamond studs into each, "Oh Sara, Brigitte
look at me. I'll never be able to go back to school!" "Don't be silly," said
Anita, "It's easy enough to disguise the holes with a little make-up and
anyway, lots of boys wear earrings nowadays!"
Cecile arrived and was like the others, delighted with my appearance and
they all helped me don my new basque, stockings and french knickers. My
next surprise was my new dress. A cream satin and chiffon number that
looked both demure and sexy at the same time, like all my evening dresses
there was a wide satin ribbon at the waist in peach to match my new satin
pumps and the pretty satin choker around my slim neck.
I was made to parade for them and Sara took lots of photographs
including some pretty sexy ones. I had to lift my skirts showing off my
lingerie and pretend to be adjusting my garters showing even my
gorgeous french knickers.
Aunt Agathe accompanied as usual by Sally arrived. I stood nervously
smoothing my dress down self consciously and smiled hopefully at her.
She was ecstatic and clasped me to her. "My darling Jeanette, I'm
overjoyed. You look so fabulous, I couldn't be happier, don't you agree
girls? " They all needless to say, did.
"Darling, I'm sure you realise that it would be very difficult for you to
return to school this term and I'm sure that you realise also that I'd
arranged this with something else in mind." Her sof t hand gently played
with my hair. "So with Brigitte's assistance, we've arranged for you to go
on holiday early."
"Yes," piped up Brigitte, "you're going to stay with my mother in France
for the next few weeks until we can join you for the holidays. She is so
looking forward to having another young girl to dress in frilly undies and
pretty dresses."
They really had everything planned down to the last pair of lacy panties.
The party was super and we all stayed overnight.
Brigitte and I making love for hours. Early next morning after saying
our goodbyes, we drove to the ferry and as day trippers, a passport was
not required. I was in my youthful attire of white undies, white lacy
blouse and pink pleated skirt.
I was handed over to Brigitte's mother, a classically beautiful woman in
her forties very chic in an ageless Chanel suit; Madame Charlotte. "So
like Jens," she said reminding me of my real self. After an emotive
parting from Sally and Aunt Agathe but especially from my lover,
Brigitte, we drove to her house, south of Paris in her luxury car with a
chauffeuse at the wheel.
I was introduced to her large staff that included a personal maid for me.
Yet another group of persons to know my secret.
"This was my youngest daughter's room Jeanette do you like it?"
It was the ultimate in femininity reminiscient of Sara and Cecile's boudoir
with pink walls and carpet and mirrors along the whole length of one wall
concealing the fitted wardrobe and a huge brass four poster bed with
delicate white lace drapes.
bounced on the pink satin covered bed and spoke to Madame Charlotte. "I
really feel at home and if I may say so, I'm rather tired and would like to
go to bed." "But of course cherie, I'll help you to undress unless you
would rather I called a maid."
"Oh no, Madame, I'm more than happy for you to assist me."
"By the way, I've kept all of Marie's pretty lingerie and dresses. I'm sure
that they will fit you, perhaps we will see how they look on you in the
morning."
She knew all about me but in some way I felt comfortable in her presence
and stood happily as she divested me of my garments until I stood naked
before her. She slipped over my head an elaborately frilled nightdress of
soft nylon. Through the soft delicate material she gently caressed my
genitals until my penis was hard.
"Ah, I thought so, cherie you will sleep better if I deal with this, won't
you?"
I nodded as I was completely in her power. As instructed I slipped
between the pink satin sheets, she wrapped a soft pair of pretty panties
around my penis and slowly, oh so slowly began to frig me. She spoke
throatilly, "I haven't done this for such a long time cherie, but I think
that
I'm starting to make you happy, aren't I? " I was only to remember those
words in the days to come at that moment Iwas only concerned in having
an orgasm. She was so expert and as she brought me to the brink she kept
delaying the final caress until I was begging her to bring me off. The
moment eventually happened and I erupted into the soft nylon and lace,
my body shuddering in ecstasy.
She smiled at me triumphantly, "There, there cherie, I'm sure that that
was worth it." I nodded gratefully as she drew beribboned frilly panties
up my hairless legs and gave me a final soft caress as she pulled my
nightie down and kissed me sweetly and left the room switching of f the
light. I revelled in the feeling of soft nylon on my body as I drifted off
to
sleep my organ clasped in my hand through the thin material.
CHAPTER FIVE
Madame Charlotte and Margerite my young mulatto personal maid awoke
me and with little preamble divested me of my two garments and took me
into the marble bathroom where prior to bathing, I was given an enema.
This most humiliating act was performed in front of both of them and by
the time I sat in the scented hot water I was in floods of tears.
After I'd been dried I was patted down with talc and taken in the bedroom
where Margerite had me step into a flesh coloured latex cache-sex. This
garment was a little like an athletic support or a jock strap. My penis was
placed into a thick rubber socket and like when wearing restraining briefs
my testicles were pushed upwards into the sockets. The straps were drawn
up tightly between my buttocks and up over my hips, my penis was tightly
drawn between my legs and although uncomfortable gave me a feeling of
ultimate femininism as I looked into the mirror and saw how the soft false
labia peeked through the blonde false pubic hair.
Madame Charlotte pushed her middle finger into the entrance and ran her
nail up the length of my penis scratching me gently through it's thin
delicate sheath.
"There, cherie now you really do have a girl's equipment don't you."
"Thank you, Madame," I murmured quietly just managing to control
myself. She relaxed on the sofa and watched as Margerite dressed me, a
rose pink basque with sheer grey stockings attached to the garters and
frilly panties drawn up to my waist. The seat covered in frilly ruffles but
the front opaque showing off my false female genitalia together with its
smooth female outline. She then to empahsise my femininity fastened a
rose pink velvet bow to my hair the soft streamers dropping down to my
shoulders, this was followed by the first of my glamorous lingerie.
"Isn't it marvellous to have a pretty girl in the house again, Madame? "
said Margerite.
"You are quite right now, why don' t you show Jeanette Marie's pretty
dresses." She opened the wardrobe doors and I gasped for they were
filled with the most incredible selection of girlish as well as very adult
dresses each with its matching slip and frilly petticoat or camisole. I
could
not resist stepping forward to touch these beautiful garments and as I did
so they rustled gently and whispering to me. On the floor were matching
high heeled shoes and in some cases even high heeled boots, an item I
never had tried on, but immediately aquired a serious fetish for.
The basque that I wore had been laced on and had reduced my waist by
some 5 cm and the rose pink dress that was chosen for me was a perfect
fit. The tight lacing had emphasised my slightly plump derriere making
the full skirt with its built in petticoats stand out from my hips even more
than usual. I groaned slightly as Margerite seated me to apply my make-
up.
"Don't worry cherie," said Madame Charlotte, "you'll soon get used to it
and you'll probably be begging Margerite to lace you up even tighter.
There is something so feminine about a tightly corseted body don't you
agree cherie?"
"Oh yes, Madame and the dress is so sweet and the grey ribbon about my
waist exactly matches my pretty shoes, thank you so much, I do hope
Marie does not mind me wearing her gorgeous outfits."
"Don't worry about that Jeanette, I know she'll be just as happy as I am."
I walked over to the sofa and as she ran her hands up the inside of my
thighs to the gap between stocking top and pantie lace and rubbed me
softly and then on my panties covering my lower abdomen I could not
restrain a quiet moan of pleasure. "Oh yes, cherie," she spoke huskily,
"you do enjoy your lingerie don't you?"
I just smiled lightly as I was used to this by now, the skirt was a good ten
cm above the knee and as I walked the taffeta rustled prettily. I looked so
girlish it was rather different to the more classic things that I usually
wore in the day time. I sat in the lounge with Madame Charlotte who was
busy making phone calls and revarnished my nails sitting in front of
acheval mirror. This had been strategically placed so that my frilly lace
edged petticoats were showing, yet another reminder of my enforced
femininity; as though I needed reminding as my corsets clenched my waist
in their firm grip.
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