Leader of the Pack Part 3

The girls were dropped off later in the evening. They told us that they had been charged with affray but let off with a caution as everyone else had only shouted and waved signs. They said that the police were very interested in the ‘maiden from hell’ who dropped the politician but they said that some of the women police only wanted to bring her in to put a medal on her.

The politician was in hospital with the surgeons trying to save his manhood and word was that he would press for assault charges to be laid. However, Sally had already brought charges against him for assault and had declared that any injuries inflicted on him were in self-defence. I was a troubled guy who made my way into bed that night, mainly because it was the first Saturday night for a long time that I had gone to bed sober and it was a worrying thought that maybe I should do it more often.

This brings me now to the beginning of my story. Me standing next to a newsagent in the middle of Sunday morning and seeing the female version of me on the front page of the paper under the banner headline “Who is this woman?” I idly pretended to gaze at the magazines while I read the rest of the article. They couldn’t make up their mind if I was a ‘mad bitch’ or a heroine. The photo was good, though. Taken during the march I was out in front of the crowd with Kelly and Sally to each side and a bit behind me so it didn’t look like we were together. I had to stifle a giggle when I read that the wife of the politician had expressed a relief that his injuries may stop his wandering ways and even better that she would not have to bear another child to him as his son was bad enough. The paper then listed a few of the allegations against the son; alongside those allegations of the father. The list showed that the apple does certainly not drop far from the tree.

I went to the supermarket, trying to look as invisible as I could, and bought my usual six-pack of lager and a newspaper, carefully folded so that the picture didn’t show. That was all in vain as the check-out operator was full of praise for the gallant maiden who struck a blow for the women of the area. Back home I showed the paper to the rest of the family and my father was finally given the information that the girl he would gladly kiss was sitting in front of him and sharing her lager with him. I was worried how he would take it but he gave out a great hoot of laughter and called me a true Granger, no matter if was wearing womens clothes at the time.

We had a light lunch and while we were tidying up my phone rang. I realised that my ringing tone of ‘Ride of the Valkyries’ was now more appropriate than before. It was Kelly and she told me that a friend had called her to say that the police were starting to round up the others in the group and that I had better get out of town for a while. She spoke to my sisters for a while and then they went into action when she rung off.

An hour later I was once again in womens jeans, a satin top, boots and some accessories. This time I also had a voluminous bag with lots of donated items that the girls could not wear any more but fitted me, as well as a full set of cosmetics. As Kelly pulled up outside my father did actually give me a kiss on the cheek and told me I made a ‘Bonny lass.’ This made me giggle and I told him that Kelly told me I was her Bonnie and that it may be that she was to be my Clyde for the near future. As we rode away quietly we passed a couple of police cars going the other way a few roads from the house.

At her place she insisted that she take control of my new persona and two hours later I was standing in front of her big mirror, looking at the raven haired girl with a pixie face and a pastel dress that accentuated her new shape. We found some of Kellys’ shoes that I could wear at a pinch – pinch being the operative word. Actually Kelly declared that they did make me walk in a feminine way which was good. When Kelly stood beside me in a similar dress it was like seeing two peas in the same pod. All of our clothes were in two overnight bags and a taxi had been ordered to take us to the bus terminus; a ruse as we were actually going to walk a little way further on and take a late train north, all organised by Kelly on her phone. We left both our phones in a drawer with the batteries out and the Sim cards removed as I had been told that you could be tracked from the towers.

It all worked well, the taxi driver asked us where we were off to and Kelly told him we were bound for Exeter. We waited until he was out of sight and then picked up our bags and walked to the train station. It was odd walking past guys who gave us appreciative looks and Kelly told me to get used to it, now I was a man magnet. On the way I used my card at the cash point and almost emptied my account. In the railway station rest room we both changed out of the pastel dresses and into a blouse and skirt each, to further muddy the trail. I must say that when I saw us in the reflection of and advertising poster I thought that we both looked good. The train was a slow one that deposited us in Newcastle upon Tyne very early the Monday morning. We were both weary from the trip, not getting much sleep, and I wondered just what we would do now.

As we came out of the station a genuine biker dyke pushed herself away from the old Cortina she was leaning against and cried “Kelly, my old Darling, so good to see you.” They hugged and kissed, I mean really kissed. Kelly then said “Janey; I would like you to meet Bonnie, my girlfriend.” Janey then took me in her enormous arms and planted a smacker on my own lips. When she pulled back she said “If you ever give this one away, let me know first.”

We stowed our bags in the Cortina and I got in the back seat. With the other two in the front they chatted as we drove into the city area. From their conversation I realised that Janey had been the one that Kellys’ father had not been happy about and that we were now in her home town. At a block of flats Janey drove into the car-park and then into a numbered space. We all got out and, carrying our bags, went to the lift and then up to the sixth floor where we were led to what I would describe as an apartment rather than just a flat. Janey showed us the spare room and where we could use a bathroom and then said, “Gotta rush, they need me at work” and left us alone.

I sat on the bed and said “OK Kelly, what gives. We are in your home town and staying with your old flame. What happens now?” She went into the kitchenette and put the kettle on and we sat by the window, sipping tea and looking out at the Tyne in the distance while she gave me all the information I needed. She told me that her and Janey had got together at school and that, as I suspected, it was introducing Janey to her father had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. They had lived together for a while but Kelly had decided that she could do better for herself and she smiled at me when she said that she had done better than she could ever have expected.

Janey was now going with a very nice girl that they had also gone to school with but who was a legal secretary so they did not live together and really didn’t get out much either. We were, she said, good here for a week until we see how things worked out down south. We made some toast to go with our drinks and then went to shower. I must admit that I had showered more times in the last three days than the previous three months but was starting to realise that it was essential for my disguise. We shook out our pastel dresses again and put them on. Kelly helped me with my make-up and she put the spare key she had been given into her bag and we were off for a walk.

The week passed quietly, no worries about visits from the police. We met the other girl and explained our situation to her and she promised that she would keep her ear open but thought that there could be extenuating circumstances that would get me off with a caution or a fine. Next time she saw us she said that the police still wanted to talk to me and that they did not think that I would be spending my days as a girl, considering that the Saturday was the first time. On the Friday evening we all went to a pub for a drink and I kept to a couple of glasses of wine, as befitting the sheath dress I was wearing.

Janey and her girlfriend left to go somewhere to shack up and we were sitting at the table when a couple of lads sat down beside us and chatted us up. Not wanting to make a disturbance we went along with it. When we left the pub they suggested we go into the park next door for a bit of nooky. I was just about to make a scene when Kelly nudged me and pointed out a couple of coppers sitting in their car watching us. So I took a big breath and told Dave, my guy, that I was on the rag so he said he didn’t mind as he liked blow jobs better. We went into the park and he sat me on a bench and stood in front of me and unzipped his pants.

I knew what I would have liked in the same situation so I started out by kissing his dick and licking his shaft. I could hear Kelly getting screwed against a tree behind me and wondered just what this would do for our relationship. I carried on working on him and when he came, his dick deep down my throat, he said “Wow, that was the best one yet.” After I had licked him clean and swallowed the last of his cum I stood up and he kissed me for the first time that night. Now, I suppose that it was different giving a guy a blow job but it was his kiss that caused me to get flutters in my stomach and we pashed for a little while until his mate pulled away from Kelly with a stupid grin on his face. What I didn’t expect was the stupid grin on her face as well.

Marianne G 2021