THE REWARD

ONE

It was going to be a big night for me, which was why I had allowed
myself the uncommon luxury of leaving work early for a change. I hadn't
been out for ages and tonight my best friend and I were going out for a
drink and a meal and then possibly on to a club. As soon as I let
myself into the house I began to get things ready, I didn't want
anything at all to go wrong with my preparations for the evening. After
switching on the hot water and central heating boiler, I greeted then
fed the three always hungry cats and then went straight upstairs
hanging my coat on the banister post as I passed by.

I started the bath filling and then poured some of my favourite scented
bubble bath into the water, I had allowed myself a full hour to soak in
the hot water and I wanted to relax and enjoy it. In the bedroom I
stripped naked and smiled to myself, pleased with my trim, toned figure
and shrugged into my silky robe tying it loosely at the waist. I then
pinned up my long hair, which I'd only recently had coloured and styled
properly by the hairdresser and carefully covered it up with a bath-cap
to prevent the steam from ruining it.

Testing the water first and making sure my book was within easy reach,
I slowly lowered myself into the thick foamy bubbles. It was lovely and
luxurious soaking in the hot water but as my hour all too quickly began
to disappear, I carefully and thoroughly washed myself all over before
rinsing completely. Then, wrapping myself in a big fluffy white towel
so I could dry off, I rinsed the bath out and then cleaned my already
sparkling white teeth.

Making sure I was completely dry, I dusted myself with a little scented
talcum powder, and then slipped once more into my silky robe. I felt
really good, happy and relaxed and eager for the night to come. The
bedroom was nice and warm by now and I slipped out of the robe,
carefully hanging it up on the back of the door and moved over to stand
in front of the wall mirror before putting on my new lace edged black
panties and matching black lace bra. Sliding the panties up my smooth
legs and settling them comfortably over my hips and bum, I was pleased
with the fit and the delicious feel of the soft lace on my sensitive
skin. Fastening the bra at the back, I made sure my breasts were
resting comfortably in the lace cups and adjusted the shoulder straps
until I was satisfied. I was very pleased with the underwear, it had
looked really nice and very sexy in the lingerie shop and it looked and
felt even nicer and sexier now that I was wearing it.

I felt a lovely warm glow deep inside and I was forced to remind myself
that I had a schedule to keep to and that there was no time for
distractions. I left the bath cap on so I could do my make-up, the cap
was less likely to squash my hair than an Alice band and it was already
in place anyway. Not surprisingly, I had learned over the years not to
use as much make-up as I had when I was younger, going now by the
saying that less was more, it certainly seemed to work for me. Even now
it never ceased to amaze me just how much a little properly applied
make-up can dramatically alter your appearance.

It had taken me a long, long time to work out which colours suited me,
and now that I had I was able to use them to my best advantage.
Blotting my moist pink lips for the second time, I checked the overall
effect of my handiwork and was really pleased with the resulting
effect. Some days, no matter how careful I was, I still looked a mess
with my cosmetics on, I took it as a good omen for the night ahead that
I felt really nice, having done a quick but effective job of making up.

Now just a long squirt of deodorant body spray and a couple of dabs of
my favourite perfume and I was ready to slip into my new lace topped,
black hold up stockings. I usually liked to put my stockings on well
before I finished dressing because I absolutely adore the soft
silkiness of them on my freshly shaved legs, but tonight there wasn't
time to dally. I thrilled as I gently and carefully slid each stocking
in turn over my shiny dark pink toenails and drew them slowly up my
legs before settling them comfortably around my pale smooth thighs. I
began to feel really sexy now and I had to force myself not to start
caressing my body all over as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I pulled off the shower cap and removed all the hairpins, allowing my
silky shiny hair to tumble down around my shoulders, the soft gentle
waves caught the light and flashes of coppery red highlights showed my
hair off to its very best advantage. Finally it was time for me to put
on my new dress, carefully I removed the protective covering and held
it up against myself, it was really lovely, a typically simple silk
lined black dress of the style made famous by Dior. It had cost me a
small fortune but I had convinced myself at the time that it would be
well worth it. Deliberately turning my back on the mirror I slipped it
on and zipped it up, it felt lovely and held me snugly in all the right
places. Stepping into my black leather stiletto heels I then closed my
eyes and turned to face the mirror once more.

Opening my eyes I was thrilled with my appearance, the dress was
beautiful, my hair and make-up perfect and the shoes showed my legs off
just wonderfully in the black nylon stockings. I felt a flutter in my
tummy and began to feel really randy thinking about the exciting night
that lay ahead as I gently stroked my breasts through the soft material
of the dress.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and glancing at the clock I realised that it
was already time for Shirley to get here, it was probably just as well
she had arrived, I would probably have let myself get carried away if
left alone for very much longer. I quickly checked my overall
appearance in the mirror and more than satisfied; I went to open the
front door. I knew I was a little flushed with excitement but that
could easily be explained away as having been too long in a hot bath.

The doorbell rang again as I checked my hair once more in the hall
mirror and I smiled at my own vanity. I called out that I was nearly
there and glanced through the peephole to make sure it was Shirley. We
had heard all the horror stories about the unwary opening the door to
complete strangers by mistake and then spending the rest of their lives
regretting that they hadn't been a little more careful. It was Shirley
though, right on time as usual and I soon had the door unlocked and
open wide. She stepped inside and we hugged closely as we always did,
after I closed the door I turned to see her watching me. " You cow,"
she laughed, "that dress is gorgeous, where on earth did you get it?" I
told her I'd bought it on my last visit to London and until now hadn't
had either the opportunity or the figure to wear it. As we entered the
living room, Shirley asked me to give her a twirl so she could see me
properly.

I did as she asked and this time she told me that not only was the
dress gorgeous but that I too was gorgeous and very, very sexy. I was
about to compliment her too when she suddenly exclaimed that there was
something not quite right with my lovely new dress, I looked down but I
couldn't see anything unusual or out of place, "Where, what's wrong
with it?" I asked, " It's sitting funny at the front there," she said,
"relax and I'll fix it for you."

She knelt down on the thick carpet in front of me and pressed the flat
of her hand against the front of my dress. " There's something wrong
here", she said, stroking the material of the dress against my
fluttering tummy softly. "I'd better sort it out for you, we can't go
out with your lovely new outfit looking like that can we?" Saying that,
Shirley slid the hem up and over my hips, gently caressed my smooth
sheer stocking clad legs for a second then pulled the front of my black
lace panties down revealing my perfectly trimmed bikini line. "Here's
the problem," she smiled and then licked her lips as my aching hard,
thick throbbing cock sprang into view from behind the confines of the
soft lace. My tight balls hung heavily and grasping them gently in one
hand she steadied my pulsing cock with the other before parting her
beautiful lips and taking the engorged, quivering bulbous head and half
the rigid length of my straining cock deep into her moist, welcoming
mouth.

I was in heaven; this was a dream come true. To be watching as Shirley,
kneeling in front of me, skilfully and lovingly sucked and nibbled my
throbbing cock while I was dressed as Kate had been one of my favourite
fantasies for years and now it was a reality I could hardly control
myself. It wasn't long before I knew I would soon be in trouble just as
soon as she began softly humming while holding my bloated cock deep
inside her mouth, the gentle vibrations sending thrills of pleasure
right through me. When she began sensuously stroking my stocking clad
legs and squeezing my lace encased bum I began to lose control and
quietly warned her that I was almost there.

She glanced up at me and winked, then almost impossibly took even more
of my throbbing length into her hot throat, then growled deeply, the
feeling was incredible. I held her head gently to prevent myself from
thrusting involuntarily and then came with a soft moan. I could feel
the hot spurts of salty spunk squirting into her throat from my bloated
cock and I had to support myself on the sideboard as my legs threatened
to give way beneath me. Shirley continued sucking forcefully as though
she was trying to drain me completely of my creamy juices and I cried
out as my orgasm continued to overwhelm my senses.

The flashing bright colours in my head slowly stilled and I opened my
eyes to watch as Shirley, still licking her lips and smiling
mischievously gently tucked my rapidly softening cock back into my lacy
black panties. Kissing me softly through the silky material she then
tugged the hem of my dress back down over my bum and smoothed it out.
Helping her to her feet we embraced and kissed deeply, I could taste my
own creamy juices on her lipstick covered lips and in her sweet mouth
as we hugged and I once more fell in love with this beautiful woman who
was also my wonderful loving wife. She smiled wickedly, " I couldn't
resist that, " she said softly, " You look so gorgeously sexy I could
eat you." " You just did," I exclaimed, and we laughed, the music of
her laughter made my heart jump and I yearned to give her in return
some of the pleasure she had given selflessly to me.

She looked and smelled gorgeous, I began to squeeze and caress her
gently but firmly in all the right places. She appeared to relax in my
arms and just as I thought I was going to be able to return some of the
pleasure she had given to me she squirmed away from my embrace and
stood breathing heavily and slightly flushed just out of my reach.

She smiled her wonderful smile and told me that as much as she would
love to play around and make love, it would only mean that our plans
would go awry and we'd only end up not going anywhere but the bedroom.
Shirley regained her composure as did I, and suggested we had a drink,
this she explained, would give us time to sort out our make-up if
necessary and for me to make sure that I wasn't leaking into my sexy
black panties. Five minutes later I was sitting, legs crossed demurely
as Shirley had taught me, and we were chatting away about the sort of
day we had each had, and about the evening yet to come. Shirley would
be driving tonight and had also decided at which restaurant we would be
eating.

Indicating that it was now time to leave she stood up, picked up her
bag and from it took a small gift-wrapped package. As I stood up she
came to me and before I could say anything she said. "Kate, although
Sam and I have been married for some years now and we wear each others
wedding rings. We have never really got round to buying something for
you which would show that you are truly mine. So I have bought you this
gift in the hope that whenever you come to visit you will wear it just
for me, so that everyone knows that you are already taken. Only you and
I will know who gave it to you but it will serve two purposes. The
first is that it shows that I do truly love you, and the second is that
it will keep the fella's away if they can see that by your wearing it
you are already taken."

Shirley handed me the beautifully wrapped gift and leaning forward
kissed me gently on my lips. I didn't know what to say, then she smiled
again and said," Go on then Kate, open it, I want to watch your face
when you see it." Inside the wrapping was a small velvet jewellers box
and I hesitated for only a second before opening it. My jaw dropped and
the surprise must have been written all over my face, Shirley clapped
her hands and laughed excitedly. " Oh Kate, I knew you'd love it, I've
been looking for the right one for ages and it was worth the wait to
see your face."

I couldn't say a word, I was completely stunned, inside the box was the
most exquisite engagement ring I had ever seen, it had a platinum and
gold band with a large centre diamond and two perfect slightly smaller
emeralds one on either side of it. It's beauty was in its simplicity,
and as the light burned and sparkled within the perfect stones, so too
did my eyes begin to burn and sparkle and I knew I was on the verge of
tears of happiness. Shirley gently lifted the ring out of the box and
took hold of my left hand. Carefully sliding my wedding band from my
finger and looking me straight in the eye she told me that from the
moment she placed the ring on my finger I would be hers alone. That she
would always love me, try never to hurt me and always be there for me
no matter what might happen.

Having said those lovely words, she took gentle hold of my finger and
slid the engagement ring on to it, kissed it and then replaced my
wedding band. She looked up at me in time to see a fat wet tear roll
down my cheek, "There's no need for tears my darling, I knew that this
would make you happy and it makes me happy too. You see now I have a
husband and a wife." I still couldn't think of a single thing to say
that would express my feelings for the wonderfully kind, beautiful
woman standing before me, I just pulled her to me and hugging her
tightly told her how very much I loved her and thanked her for my
special gift.

Somehow the words did not seem adequate but there was nothing else I
could say. We parted and taking a tissue she gently dabbed my tears
away then with a smile told me that now the night would be even more
special as we now had our engagement to celebrate. I couldn't get over
how lucky I was, not only did I have a beautiful, caring wife that
loved me, but also a friend and confidante. Who not only didn't mind
the fact that I loved to wear women's clothing, actually helped me to
wear it properly, tastefully and with style. Shirley often bought me
presents of sexy lingerie, perfume or jewellery and sometimes when we
were out shopping together as husband and wife she would point out a
dress or blouse or some other item of pretty feminine clothing and tell
me how much she thought it might suit me. It always thrilled me when
she talked like that and I always hoped that one day we might be able
to go shopping together as two girls. It must be wonderful to be able
to go into all those boutiques and try on lots of different styles of
dresses and things; it was something I'd often fantasise about when we
were out together.

Now that my tears had dried up, Shirley helped me to repair my make-up,
once we were both satisfied that I looked okay she declared that it was
time to make a move and head out for our night on the town. Now that it
was actually time to leave the house I began to feel a little nervous.
I hadn't been out as Kate for a very long time and then only for a
drive around in the car at night. That was before Shirley had decided
that if I felt I must dress up and go out and about as a girl, then I
would have to become the best possible girl that I could. She began to
help me and guide me even more, not only choosing what sort of clothing
I should wear but also the right type and style of underwear and
hosiery, shoes and accessories.

She even took me to her hairdressers one night. After first explaining
the situation to her, they both helped to choose the best possible
hairstyle for me, one that would enhance my femininity rather than try
to hide my masculinity, a mistake, she told us, that quite a few men
made when dressing. It was the same hairdresser that had so recently
styled and coloured my hair. She was well known and well liked for her
ability as a stylist and home visits were another reason she was
popular, especially with Shirley and I.

A beautician friend of Shirley's, who had showed me how to use
cosmetics to my best advantage, had treated me to a professional
makeover some years ago and I'd never forgotten her advice even though
we didn't see her anymore. My legs were now waxed on a regular basis
and my facial hair had been removed permanently by electrolysis some
time ago. Although I was quite tall I was still girlishly slim thanks
to a strict diet and exercise regime designed by Shirley and I had been
taught all the finer points of femininity which, when all put together
meant I could now pass quite convincingly as an attractive young woman.

Although Shirley often complimented me on my appearance when I became
Kate, my confidence was still not very high and the thought of being
out in public still, while being very exciting, made me feel a bit
scared and very nervous. Now that we were actually going through with
our night out as two girls, I was extremely worried that everyone who
saw me would know exactly who and what I was in a second. Shirley saw
my nerves and once again reassured me that everything would be all
right and that no one would even suspect that there would be anything
different about me. I hoped that she was right.

TWO

Finally we left the house and made our way down the path to the road.
Shirley had parked the car about a hundred yards away from the gate and
I nearly chickened out as a young couple approached and then passed us
by, happily without so much as a second glance. "There you are," she
said, "I told you no one would even think you are anything other than
what you appear to be, come on lets get in the car before it starts to
rain."

We both had our coats on but it was still fairly cold, the nights were
drawing in now and despite the full-length wrap over coat, I could
still feel the breeze on my stocking clad legs. Even though it was
slightly cold it still felt wonderful; we linked arms and made our way
towards the car, our heels tapping in the early evening air. Even that
innocent sound thrilled me and I could have walked arm in arm with
Shirley like that for hours no matter how cold it might get.

Once settled in the car I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
I'd had visions of being confronted by an irate neighbour who had
somehow seen through my appearance and was demanding to know what the
hell I was playing at wandering around outside dressed as a woman.
Shirley started the car and we set off for Manchester, we were going
there first of all rather than into Liverpool as no one there was
likely to know Shirley. Therefore she wouldn't have to stop and chat,
which would inevitably involve me as I was accompanying her.

So for our first outing we had decided on Manchester, and we spent a
very pleasant forty minutes chatting away during the journey. We were
going for a meal together then probably on to a club that Shirley had
been to before on a night out with girls from her fitness club. I
didn't actually know where we were going having left all the details up
to Shirley and I was looking forward to the evening though not without
a certain amount of trepidation.

Arriving in Manchester we drove to a multi-story car park, which
despite the hour was still quite busy. After finding a parking space
Shirley told me to leave the car and to go and get a parking ticket. "
You have to get out of the car sooner or later," She said, noticing me
hesitate, " So it might as well be now, go on, I'll watch you and if
there are any problems I'll come and get you in the car and we'll go
elsewhere." I hesitated a little longer, so she told me that if I
wasn't going to get out then we might just as well go back home. A
little reluctantly, I got out of the car, Shirley cautioned me to
remember who I was and to behave accordingly, just take it slowly was
her advice. Taking a big breath and trying to slow my fast beating
heart, I set off for the ticket machine, my high heels seemingly far
too loud in the low ceilinged concrete garage.

I reached the ticket machine without incident and opened my handbag to
get my purse, just as I did so a mature gentleman stepped up behind me,
this made me feel a bit edgy and I motioned for him to go first. "Thank
you very much young lady, much appreciated I'm sure." I was still
fumbling in my purse when he stepped back with his ticket, raised his
hat to me, thanked me again and then walked away. This gave my
confidence a little boost, if he couldn't tell who I was in the bright
lights by the machine then I thought that perhaps I was going to be
okay. Finally I found the coins I was looking for and carefully slid
them into the ticket vending machine, after all I thought, I didn't
want to break a nail. It had taken me a long time to get used to having
long fingernails, in the early days I was always chipping or breaking
them but I was quite used to them now and rarely damaged them as long
as I was careful. Collecting the ticket I returned to the car to a
hearty well done from Shirley, " See, I told you no one would notice,
come on now we have lots to do."

I wondered what she meant then nearly stepped out from between the
parked cars into the path of another driving through. "Oi, be careful
darlin' you don't want to ladder your tights do you!" Came the shouted
taunt from one of the three lads in the car. I very nearly forgot who I
was, ready to give him an earful of abuse but realised just in time
that not only would it not be lady like, but I would also give myself
away, leaving myself open to all manner of taunts and abuse. Instead I
just smiled sweetly and turned to Shirley who naturally told me off for
not being careful. "After all," she said," It would certainly give the
nurses at the hospital a dilemma if you were to get yourself run over,
they wouldn't know which ward to put you in, male or female!" We
laughed together even as I realised the importance of what she said and
I resolved to be much more careful in future.

We made our way to the exit where the reason that the car park was so
busy soon became quite evident. It was a late night shopping day as it
was the run up toward Christmas and most of the shops were staying open
late to make the most of the Christmas trade. We entered the shopping
mall and as the doors opened automatically I was horrified to discover
that that it was still packed with late night shoppers. It was actually
as busy as it might have been on any normal Saturday morning.

Shirley linked arms with me giving me a little moral support and we
stepped out together into the masses. Checking her watch she told me
that we had at least an hour to spare before we were due at the
restaurant and asked me if I would like to do a little shopping while
we were here. I just shrugged; I was terrified of being caught out and
just wanted to get away from the crowds. Shirley knew immediately that
something was wrong and steered me to a reasonably quiet corner. She
took my hands in hers and quietly told me I would have to relax and
enjoy myself, she pointed out that peoples attention was being drawn to
me because, as she put it, I looked like a frightened rabbit caught in
the glare of headlights. I knew I was behaving badly but I couldn't
seem to help it, my nerve had gone and I was scared of being found out
and ridiculed.

"What you need is a confidence boost," She said matter of factly, she
began to lead me away towards the shops," I know just what could be the
very thing." I wondered what she had planned and I didn't have very
long to wait to find out. Shirley led me into one of the larger
department stores and through to the cosmetics and perfume counter of a
popular brand. Attracting the attention of a pretty woman behind the
counter she explained to her that I was thinking of trying out some new
colours in my make-up and did she have any suggestions for me.

"I'm sure we can work something out, do you have time for a makeover or
would you just prefer some advice?" Shirley looked at me and told her
that just her advice would be fine, as we were a little short of time.
The assistant led me to a raised chair and asked me to sit down, I was
petrified, what if she saw through me and began to shout abuse at me in
front of everyone in the store? Nervously I sat down, Shirley suggested
that I pass her my handbag and I opened my coat allowing the front to
fall open revealing my lovely new dress. I sat down carefully trying to
remember everything that Shirley had taught me and then the beautician
was standing over me.

"What, if any, are your favourite colours?" she asked, in my best voice
I told her I didn't really have any favourites I just used what I
thought might suit me and did the best job. "Well," she went on, "the
new Oil of Ulay range is exceptional in both quality and colour and I
really think their colours would suit you."

"Well if you are sure," was all I could think of to say. She went on to
explain how certain colours would suit me and how others would be a
mistake, then persuaded me to try on a different lipstick than the one
I was already wearing. Shirley looked at me and nodded, so I agreed to
try a new one.

Carefully the girl wiped my lips clean and then moving so close that I
could smell her subtle perfume and the soapy freshness of her hair she
began to redo my lipstick using one of the new Oil of Ulay colours. As
she finished off she told me the colour enhanced rather than hid the
natural contours of my lips and made me look even prettier. Showing me
the effect in a swivel mirror on the counter, I had to admit that she
had got it exactly right. Where before I'd always chosen a lipstick
that would tone down my lips, thinking that perhaps they were too full
on the bottom and too thin on top, she had used one that showed them
off to perfection; making them appear extremely kissable.

The lipstick she had applied to my lips matched perfectly with the rest
of the make-up I was wearing and I was really pleased with the overall
effect. The thing that I was most pleased with was the fact that the
young lady, who had done my lips for me, despite being so close,
appeared not to have noticed that I wasn't a real girl at all.
Considering how close she had been to me during her ministrations, I
finally realised that if she couldn't tell then there was no reason why
anyone else should be able to either.

As Shirley had planned, the boost that this gave to my confidence was
enormous and at last I was able to completely relax and enjoy myself
properly. I could never understand how Shirley always managed to say,
do or advise me to do the right thing in any given situation and not
only when I was dressed as Kate. She had a wonderful knack of always
being able to do the right thing and I loved her all the more for it.

I bought the lipstick I was now wearing and as we walked away from the
counter I turned back to see the young lady looking at us and smiling
beautifully. I smiled back and waved, then with Shirley beside me I
stepped much more confidently now out into the crowds. Happy and by now
much more relaxed, I suggested to Shirley that we have a look in a
couple of dress shops. She smiled and said "That's better, now you are
getting the hang of it." We laughed together and headed towards an
expensive looking boutique. After our hour was almost up we headed
towards the restaurant where Shirley had booked our meal; she told me
that it was only a few minutes walk from where we were. So, arm in arm,
we set off together with me in a much happier mood than I had been when
we first got out of the car.

It was wonderful being waited on as Kate, having my seat set for me as
I sat down and being called 'Miss' each time the waiters and waitresses
spoke to me. I was really enjoying the food, though I couldn't
overindulge because I didn't want to ruin my figure or my diet. Now I
knew just what it was like to be a girl when you had to be careful of
everything you ate whether you wanted to or not. A couple of glasses of
a smooth wine put me in a relaxed, talkative mood and I let Shirley in
on my secret fantasy about going into lots of different dress shops and
trying on all sorts of lovely outfits and sexy clothes. To my surprise
and joy she said we could go on a shopping trip this Saturday and
together we could shop until we dropped trying on as many beautiful
clothes as we wanted to and buying some sexy new outfits to go out in.

I was ecstatic; I never thought she would agree, after all, it meant
that I would have to use the shop changing rooms to try the clothes on,
even stripping down to my underwear. She naughtily suggested that we
might even get the opportunity to get up to some mischief while we were
doing so, as she said this I could feel my erection growing inside my
black lace panties. Shirley must have read my mind, as I am convinced
she is capable of doing, because I suddenly felt her stockinged foot
pressing between my knees in an effort to get me to move them apart.
This I did and I was rewarded with the thrillingly erotic touch of her
toes slowly sliding up beneath the hem of my dress and pressing against
the bulge of my cock trapped as it was in the black panties. Guiltily I
looked around to see if anyone was watching, pleased to see that what
we were doing appeared to be passing unnoticed by the other diners
largely due to the dim, intimate lighting and the long table cloth.
Shirley continued to massage my increasingly hard cock and amazingly
keeping up her end of the conversation and enjoying her meal at the
same time as though nothing else was happening. She didn't even stop
when she called the waitress over and asked for another carafe of wine.

Eventually though, after a good few minutes of really exciting foot
massage, I had to warn her that things were not only getting out of
hand but out of my panties as well. Reluctantly, she had to remove her
foot in the interest of common decency; I didn't think that the
management would have taken too kindly to a Meg Ryan imitation in their
restaurant. Unfortunately! By the time we had finished our meal my cock
had softened sufficiently not to prove to be a problem when I stood up
but was still swollen enough to remind me constantly that I needed to
get Shirley somewhere quiet. Private enough to be able to give her some
of what I thought she needed and we both wanted, that is, my hard
throbbing cock inside her soft, warm, wet and welcoming pussy.

By the time we left the restaurant it was quite late and Shirley
suggested we get a cab to the club, it was really cold by now and I for
one was extremely glad that we both were wearing our coats. I couldn't
believe how many young women were walking around in just thin dresses;
they must have been absolutely freezing cold. The exposed skin of one
girl that walked past us actually appeared to be turning blue. Although
she showed no outward signs of any discomfort she must surely have been
suffering, and all in the name of fashion. Whoever said that women were
the weaker sex must have been out of their minds, in my experience
women tended to show a lot more fortitude than most, if not all the men
I'd ever known.

I knew that if I were ever given the choice, I wouldn't want to go back
to being a man, being a girl was so much more fun. Okay, so I knew that
it wasn't all roses to actually be a real woman but I was loving every
moment of being Kate and I wished the night would go on forever. I
stopped Shirley and gave her a great big hug and a tender kiss on her
cheek, after I had let her go, she asked me what she had done to
deserve it, "Look at me," I said, "do you really need to ask?" She
smiled and held onto my arm even tighter as we walked quickly along,
heels tapping in the cold night air towards the nearby taxi rank.

We arrived there just as the last taxi pulled away but at least we
would be the first in the queue when the next one turned up. Standing
there, arm in arm Shirley pointed at the shop window in front of us,
"Look over there," she said. "Where?" I asked. "Over there silly, look
in the window and tell me what you see." Not sure what she was getting
at I told her I could see some clothes on display in the shop window,
trousers, shirts, jackets and the like. "No you dafty, look at the
mirror beyond the display, now what can you see?" "You and me of
course, why? What do you mean?" I replied being rather dim. "Well I can
see two rather attractive ladies out for a night on the town one of
whom is rather tall and leggy and very sexy with it."

Suddenly it clicked; Shirley was trying to tell me that at last I was
behaving like a real girl and not being self conscious in any way. I
wasn't trying to hide myself by stooping or being nervous. I was
standing tall and proud and happy to be who I was. I was glowing,
Shirley had finally got me to realise that I was totally convincing as
Kate, if anyone were to find out I was really a man, then it would have
to be purely accidental and certainly wouldn't be because I didn't look
the part.

I squeezed her to me and told her how much I loved her and how happy I
was right at that very moment, regardless of the fact that it was a
freezing cold night and we were standing at a taxi rank in the middle
of Manchester. She smiled and told me she was glad and that it wasn't
difficult to see that I hadn't been this happy in a long, long time.
She then asked me what I thought of the window display, did I like the
jacket or anything else in particular. I couldn't help myself; I just
blurted out that I hated it, the jacket and everything else, all men's
clothes in fact. Something in the surprise on her face told me she was
shocked by my reaction to her innocent question but she didn't have a
chance to say anything else just then because the taxi chose that
precise moment to draw to a halt in front of us.

After telling the taxi driver where we wanted to go, Shirley lapsed
into silence for a few minutes, all the while she was holding my hand
gently and squeezing occasionally. Knowing that her silence meant that
she was thinking very hard about something important, I said nothing
but waited until she was ready to talk first. Meanwhile the taxi driver
was trying to make small talk and as I listened to him I realised how
small minded we men really are. Everything he said carried undertones
of sexual innuendo and I finally asked him to please be quiet as
Shirley had a severe migraine; an outright lie I know but at least he
got the message. From then on he spent the rest of the journey in
silence, as of course did Shirley and I. Luckily we weren't too far
from the club by now and it didn't take too much longer to get there.

Having checked our coats in at the clubs cloakroom, we made our way to
the ladies powder room, where we both went to the loo, me with a
whispered caution to remember to sit down. Then we spent a few minutes
tidying our hair, Shirley's beautifully long and straight, mine full
and wavy. After checking our make-up we both re-did our lipstick using
my new Oil of Ulay colour, then we left the loo and went to the bar for
a drink.

Shirley offered to get the first drinks in, returning with two, long
tall glasses of Southern Comfort, with ice and lemonade. We stood near
the bar for a few moments to get our bearings and to see what the club
was like and then taking charge once more. Shirley led me by the hand
to a quiet corner where we would be able to both speak and hear without
difficulty. Sitting together on two stools behind a low drinks table, I
realised that I was showing an awful lot of stocking encased leg to
anyone who cared to look in our direction. There was quite a large
carpeted space in front of our table and I thought that this must be
where people attending the club would be gathered round drinking and
chatting as the club filled up. I began to feel quite aroused at the
thought of so many complete strangers around me, seeing me as the newly
reborn Kate for the first time.

I made a mental note not to flash my stocking tops once the place began
to fill up and placing my handbag on the floor between our stools I
took a sip of my drink then turned to see that Shirley was watching me
intently, smiling softly to herself. I asked her what she was thinking
about. "You," she said. "And what about me?" I asked her. "I was
watching how you seem to have taken on board all the little nuances and
attributes of Kate, even your voice has changed and become much softer.
If I didn't know better I would believe that you are exactly what you
appear to be." "And what, pray tell, do I appear to be?" "A very
attractive, tall and very sexy woman with a drop dead gorgeous body!"
It was then that I blushed for the first time in many years, I wasn't
used to being complimented in this way, especially as I was dressed as
Kate and on my very first proper outing. I smiled coyly and thanked
her. She told me I didn't need to, as it was all me sitting here, all
she had done was to help bring me out of my shell and allow Kate to
blossom.

There was an awkward silence for a moment and then we both tried to
speak at the same time. "You first," said Shirley. "No please, you go
first." I insisted. She did and what she had to say nearly had me off
my stool I was so surprised! Shirley began by leaning forward and
taking hold of my hand with my new engagement ring flashing brightly
and gently holding it and squeezing occasionally as she spoke.

"I've been watching you tonight," she began, "And I've come to realise
that it is only when you are my Kate that you are truly happy, once you
had got over your initial and quite understandable nervousness, you
didn't just look like Kate, you actually appeared to become her, and as
I said earlier, if I hadn't already known you are really a fella' I
would never have doubted for a second that you are a real girl and had
always been one."

I tried to say something at this point but she quietly hushed me and
carried on speaking. "Over the years Kate has been to visit on many
occasions in all sorts of guises, usually just for a few stolen hours
and it was never easy for me to see just how much all this truly meant
to you. I know that you love dressing up. I've come to understand that
it is a part of you that if taken away or given up would leave you the
poorer for its absence. It's all of you that make you the person you
are and to remove or destroy any part would make you a lesser person.
Now that I've come to love Kate as much as I love Sam, I can't see any
reason why we should keep her hidden away. I enjoy having a girlfriend
around that I can talk to and go out shopping with, Sam hates shopping,
but you Kate love it as much as I do."

I took a long drink of my Southern Comfort, I didn't know where this
conversation was heading and I wasn't sure that I wanted to. Shirley
went on quietly, "I've been giving this a lot of thought and it
depended on how well you did tonight that would decide on my, or rather
our, next step. Well you've been wonderful, after you got over your
nerves there has been no holding you back. To all intents and purposes
you are Kate, and I like her so much that I don't really want her to
leave."

"Don't get me wrong, I still love Sam more than ever, but it's a joint
love now, I love you each as much as the other but for different
reasons, do you understand?" I told her I did, I understood more than
anyone how difficult it could be to reconcile being or loving two
people at the same time but only being allowed to become one at a time.
All the years I'd been forced to keep Kate subjugated were proof of
that.

Shirley continued," What I would like to have happen, at least
initially is from now on to have some sort of balance between the two
of you, both Sam and Kate. We can work out the details later but I want
to know what you think of the idea as soon as possible which is why I'm
telling you now." I asked her what she meant but she said that she
would tell me all about it after I had been to the bar for fresh
drinks. Picking up my handbag and making sure I had access to my purse
I left Shirley and moved confidently towards the bar. I hadn't realised
until now but the club had been filling up quite steadily since Shirley
and I had arrived and now it was well over two thirds full. The bar
itself though was quite crowded and I stood behind a younger couple who
I could see were already being served by the bar staff. As I stood
patiently waiting my turn I looked across at Shirley who was watching
me and smiling, she gave a little wave and I smiled back blowing her a
kiss that made her chuckle. Suddenly I felt a soft warm hand on my arm
and the young lady at the bar asked me if I'd like to slide into her
place against the counter before someone else did as her fella' was now
just waiting for his change having been served.

I thanked her and did so as she moved away. She stood a few feet away
from me and gave me a really bright smile and a wink, then held a
finger up to her lips in the classic 'shush' gesture. It was only then
that I realised to my abject horror that I had used my own voice
instead of Kate's because I had been so preoccupied with watching
Shirley when I had spoken to the girl.

I glanced guiltily at her and began to blush when I saw that she was
still watching me and smiling. Her fella collected his change and left
the bar to stand next to her as I tried to attract the attention of the
bar staff. It didn't take long to buy fresh drinks and I moved away
after collecting my change and began to head back to where Shirley was
sitting. I was embarrassed about having been caught out so soon thanks
to my own stupidity and I just hoped that the girl I'd spoken to
wouldn't tell her escort who I didn't doubt for a moment would tell
everyone he knew about me and then God only knew what might happen.

I decided to tell Shirley about it straight away and see what she
thought would be the best thing to do under the circumstances. As it
happened I needn't have worried, just before I reached our table I felt
the same soft fingers touch my arm again as had before at the bar and I
turned to see the young lady standing next to me. " I hope you don't
mind," she said, "but I had to come over and tell you how very brave I
think you are, it must be very difficult for you and I admire you very
much." She added that she thought I was very pretty and wished me good
luck for a very happy night out.

I thanked her and she offered her name, "Call me Rebecca." "Thank you
Rebecca, " I said, " I hope you didn't tell...." "What! Tell him, no
chance, he's really just an ignorant oaf, he wouldn't understand at
all, anyway, you have fun tonight, perhaps we'll get the chance to have
a chat later." I smiled as she turned to go back to her bloke. Still
never quite understanding why extremely pretty girls like Rebecca
almost always seemed to be in the company of plonkers like the fella'
whom she was with. Sitting down next to Shirley, I quickly explained to
her what had happened and what Rebecca had said to me. Shirley was
immediately concerned and thought that perhaps it would be prudent if
we left the club as we wouldn't want to cause a scene if Rebecca
decided to tell someone about me who perhaps might be a little less
understanding.

I told her that I thought she was being a little bit hasty, telling her
that Rebecca had seemed genuine and friendly enough. "Well all right,
we'll stay," said Shirley, "But at the first sign of any trouble we are
leaving, okay?" I agreed and then tried to steer the conversation back
round to what she had been talking about earlier. As she picked up the
thread of what she had been saying and went on to explain what she was
thinking about and planning in the broad sense of the word. Listening
to her I was becoming more and more excited and my heart was beating
like a drum by the time Shirley had finished speaking.

The upshot of her thinking was this, that from now on, I would spend
every weekend from Friday to Monday as Kate and the rest of the week as
Sam, though I could dress however I liked after work each evening.
Either, shirt and pants or blouse and skirt, it was entirely up to me.
This would be until I had absolutely perfected my female persona and
had, to all intents and purposes, actually become Kate. Meanwhile we
would shop together for a completely new wardrobe for me. From bras and
panties right up to evening dresses and everything in between, I was to
have a comprehensive wardrobe that any woman would be proud of.

Once we had everything I needed, we would consider our next step, we
wouldn't rush anything at all, but Shirley's suggestion that we move
house, something that we'd been thinking of doing anyway, and then
start a new life, perhaps as two sisters was fantastic. She had even
mentioned getting hold of official documents such as a birth
certificate and driving license in Kate's name just in case I ever came
up against the Police or some other official body. I just looked at her
completely dumbfounded, absolutely thrilled that she thought so much of
Kate that she was willing to start a new life away from everyone who
knew me as Sam.

I told Shirley how much I loved her, how much what she had suggested
meant to me and promised her that as always I would do anything at all
to please her. I promised I would never hurt her in any way and I would
never leave her no matter what might happen in the future. If for any
reason bringing Kate more openly into our lives didn't work, then we
would re-adjust and revert back to the way things were or improvise and
start over. I told her how very happy she had made me and said that if
she was to change her mind for whatever reason she must tell me
straight away. I made her promise that she would, then quickly gave her
a peck on the cheek, and impudently sent her to the bar for a new round
of drinks. "After all," I said "Now that we are two girls together, we
have to take turns at the bar don't we?" She laughed her wonderful
musical laugh and then got up to go to the bar almost forgetting her
bag in the process.

I watched her as she made her way through the ever thickening crowd on
her way to the bar and my heart went out to this wonderful woman who
had given me more love than I could ever have hoped for. I suddenly
felt the prickle of tears in my eyes; I just couldn't seem to help
myself, I was so very happy and so much in love. I managed to bring
myself under control just in time as I caught a glimpse of Shirley
returning from the bar, I was quite surprised to see Rebecca with her.
They seemed to be carrying on with a running conversation as they
headed towards me. I remembered to remain sitting down as the girls
arrived, as befitting my new role; and they both sat down at the table
with me. Rebecca had managed to pull a third stool away from a nearby
table without causing any fuss and sat down opposite Shirley and
myself.

Shirley quickly told me that Rebecca had introduced herself while she
had been at the bar, and though immediately on her guard, had believed
Rebecca when she promised that she meant no harm. She only wanted to
join us for our company, as she knew that she would be safe with us,
not knowing anyone else in the club. She had ditched the bloke she had
been with after he had become even more obnoxious and had decided to
see if she could join us for a while rather than go home early.

Rebecca was full of praise for both Shirley and I then went on to
explain that she had once had a brother who liked to cross-dress. He
had been so confused and felt so isolated that he had become depressed
at being unable to come to terms with who and what he was and had
tragically committed suicide some years earlier. The most tragic thing
of all was that Rebecca knew about her brother and was about to share
her secret knowledge with him and help him in anyway she could. She had
even been out and bought him a brand new lingerie set of a bra, panties
and suspender belt especially for his seventeenth birthday, which would
have been just three days after he had died. She had never forgiven
herself for leaving it too late and allowing her brother to take his
own life without ever knowing that he had an ally in his own sister.
His death had affected Rebecca in many ways and she had decided to
become a nurse soon afterwards. Since then she had qualified in nursing
and was now specialising in psychology and psychiatric nursing and had
dedicated her life to helping those who were unable to help themselves.

She had vowed then that if she should ever meet another man in the same
circumstances, she would always show support and encouragement. To
prove that not everyone was a small minded bigot intent on ruining the
lives of people in that position, even when they had no understanding
whatsoever of what it was all about. True to her word she was very
complimentary to Shirley and myself, praising the way that Shirley not
only understood my need to dress but also the way in which she
encouraged me to do my very best when I made the transition to Kate.
Rebecca knew that it was dangerous to try to inhibit or hide what
really were only natural desires and to do so would only lead to all
sorts of problems as it had with her brother with such tragic
consequences.

Amazingly, it turned out that Rebecca only lived a few miles away from
our own home in Liverpool and was only staying in Manchester with a
friend for a few days. Shirley immediately invited her to come and see
us whenever she wanted to, adding that she could even stay overnight if
she liked. I of course had no objections, Rebecca was a lovely girl and
I could tell that Shirley liked her too. I was glad because we had few
enough friends as it was and her immediate acceptance of Kate made her
even more special, I could tell that she would soon be a very good
friend to both of us.

We spent the rest of the evening chatting, drinking and dancing
together and getting to know each other better. At least Shirley and
Rebecca danced, I was never any good at dancing and even though I found
it easier to relax on a dance floor as a girl rather than a man, I
wasn't proficient enough or comfortable enough with my new status to
have a go just yet. Both the girls said I was being silly as they
thought I was doing great and improving all the time, but I insisted
that I needed to practice a bit first so I wouldn't be so self
conscious.

Our night out was an unqualified success and I marvelled at all the
things that I'd been able to achieve in such a small space of time.
Shirley thought I was great and Rebecca said I made a lovely girl
repeating that she thought I was very brave and that Shirley was
wonderful for helping and encouraging me so much to achieve my dream.
At the end of the night we exchanged addresses and Rebecca promised to
come and see us soon. We said our goodbyes, hugged each other and then
she was gone.

Shirley suggested that it might be a good idea if we left the club
before it closed too, that way at least we had a chance of getting a
taxi to the hotel we had booked for the night. After all neither of us
would be able to drive home considering all the drinks we had consumed.
The cab ride was uneventful and I even enjoyed the way the cab driver
was continually trying to look up our short dresses in his mirror most
of the way to the hotel. One thing I knew for sure was that he would
get a rather large shock if he tried to get inside my panties. Not that
I would let him of course, even though I was dressed as Kate, I was
strictly a ladies only man, I had no interest in other men whatsoever.
I wasn't even interested in finding out what kissing one might be like,
I definitely only wanted my Shirley and I always would.

We had no problem getting into the hotel despite the late hour and we
were soon shown to our room. We didn't have any luggage or overnight
kit with us as our bags were still in the car. Shirley had promised
that she would fetch the car first thing in the morning so we could at
least shower and change and then set off home.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind us we were in each other's
arms, kissing deeply and hugging and stroking one another. Within
seconds our handbags and coats dropped to the floor around us as we
stood together embracing and kissing. It felt wonderful to be kissing
Shirley, to feel her lipstick coated lips pressing against my own, and
her tongue snaking past mine teasing my warm mouth. I hugged her to me,
her breasts crushed against mine and I felt for the first time the
sensual thrill of having my dress unzipped by my lover as we kissed
then feeling her warm fingers exploring the gap it created.

I eased the hem of her dress up to her waist as she slid mine from my
shoulders, pushing me away slightly to give room for the dress to fall
past my breasts and hips to the plushly carpeted floor. My thick cock
was throbbing and erect in my lace panties as I pressed against
Shirley, I unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head, casting
it aside almost carelessly. We were both breathing heavily, the pure
eroticism of the moment not lost on either of us. My hands were all
over her, stroking and caressing gently, I soon found the clasp of her
bra and as I pulled it from her releasing her wonderful breasts from
their confinement her nipples swelled and hardened visibly.

I leaned forward, hungrily taking the nearest nipple between my lips,
nibbling gently with my teeth and sucking hard. Shirley moaned aloud
and sliding her hand between us slid her fingers into the waistband of
my panties to grasp my, by now, rigid prick, smearing the wet pre come
juices over the bulging head with her thumb. It was now my turn to gasp
and moan as she stroked me hard, almost roughly, we were both panting
by now and slowly we began to descend towards the thick carpet.

Releasing her thick erect nipple I kissed her hard, squeezing her
breast with one hand while pulling the gusset of her panties to one
side with the other and finding her hot wet pussy with my probing
fingers. On our knees now she pulled my panties to one side releasing
my aching hardness as she gently pushed me back onto the plush carpet.
As I lay down on my back she quickly slipped her panties off before
kneeling astride me facing towards my stocking clad legs and
immediately lowered her swollen pink juicy sex towards my eagerly
awaiting lips. I could feel the heat emanating from within as I buried
my face between her legs, plunging my flickering tongue deep inside,
tasting her delicious honey and breathing deeply of her heady perfume.

I felt her take firm hold of my pulsing cock then gasped with pleasure
as she took me into her mouth sucking me deep inside. We were frantic;
the whole thing was so extraordinarily erotic that we were devouring
each other. My whole body was tingling from my scalp to my pink nailed
toes. In one fluid graceful movement Shirley released me and spun
around, raising herself over me before lowering herself down until her
pussy was mere millimetres from the moist tip of my hard cock

Almost without realising I was doing so I raised my hips until the
bulbous head of my thick pole was nudging against her slippery pussy
lips, our eyes locked together and then we became one. I slid into her
easily in one thrust as she simultaneously lowered herself to meet me.
We were still for just a few seconds before we began to fuck each
other. I grasped her lovely firm breasts almost roughly, squeezing and
kneading and pinching her hard nipples. Her head rolled back and she
growled her pleasure, reaching behind herself to take my heavy balls in
her hand and squeeze them almost painfully.

We became frantic, we needed to fuck and we did, pounding together,
rubbing and thrusting hard and fast. She grabbed at my life like
breasts and I could only imagine how it would feel had they been real.
For the first time ever I felt a pang of regret that they weren't my
own real breasts but the feeling didn't last long as I felt Shirley's
gripping sliding pussy begin to contract around me in quick spasms. I
realised she was only seconds away from orgasm and I thrust even harder
into her, my own climax starting to build rapidly, sending incredible
sensations from my balls to my tummy and through the length of my
bloated rigid cock.

Without warning Shirley's orgasm erupted, her whole body went
momentarily still and rigid as it overcame her senses. My cock,
unbelievably, swelled even more and before I could steady myself a
white mist came over my eyes as I felt myself burst inside her filling
her pulsating pussy with streams of hot, sticky, creamy spunk. I lay
breathless with Shirley on top of me, both of us unwilling or unable to
move as the aftershocks washed over us. With great care and tenderness
I held her to me until we'd come to our senses, no words were said,
none were necessary. Our love had been expressed more than adequately
already.

Slowly and with a strange sense of loss, we parted and gathering
ourselves up, moved toward the big double bed. With a last lingering
hug Shirley went through to the bathroom while I picked up our clothes
and bags. I hung our coats and dresses up hoping that the creases would
drop out by the morning. I took off my panties and stockings but I left
my bra on, I couldn't bear to lose my breasts just yet, then slipping
into one of the complimentary white towelling robes I followed Shirley
into the bathroom.

She was busy cleaning her teeth using the brush and paste provided by
the hotel, there wasn't much we could do about our make-up other than
wash with soapy water but that would just have to do. By the time I'd
been to the loo, washed and brushed my teeth Shirley was in bed and
very nearly asleep. I dropped the robe on the floor, switched off the
lamps and slid between the crisp warm sheets beside my beautiful wife.
I finally made as if to take off my bra but she murmured sleepily that
I should leave it on, as she wanted to be able to hold me as she fell
asleep. Nestled together, my breasts gently pressing the smooth
alabaster skin of her back and my arm draped over her, cradling her
breast, we fell asleep in hardly anytime at all. My last thought as I
drifted off was that I'd never been happier in my life than I was right
then, right at that exact moment.

I awoke some hours later, nagged to wakefulness by an insistent urge to
use the loo. Shirley was still fast asleep, our legs were entwined and
she held my hand even as she slept. Carefully and slowly I extricated
myself, slid silently from the bed and padded barefoot to the toilet. I
had to wait a few moments for my erection to subside sufficiently for
me to be able to urinate though the relief was bliss when I finally
managed it. Having washed my hands I returned to the bedroom, Shirley
was exactly as I had left her and looked beautiful in repose. I sat
quietly in the bedside armchair and watched over her as she slept on
peacefully.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound in the corridor outside our
room and regretfully the noise disturbed Shirley enough for her to wake
up. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile asking what I was
doing and I told her that I was just watching over her as she slept.
She invited me back into bed and I went willingly, my prick already
beginning to stir, to thicken and lengthen. We made love again, softly
and gently this time, each taking time to excite and please the other.
Without the urgency of the night before our lovemaking was, if it were
possible, even more fulfilling and wonderful, and as we came together
we each cried out the name of the other in our love for each other.

All too soon it was time to get up, we both showered and I tried to
tidy up a little as Shirley took a cab back to the car park to collect
the car which still had our overnight bags inside. While she was gone I
rang room service and ordered a light breakfast for us both and then
stood by the large picture window looking out at the city sprawled
below. It was fascinating to watch all those people moving around on
the city streets below me and I kept a hopeful eye out to see if I
could spot our car coming back towards the hotel. As it happened,
Shirley and room service arrived at the room at the same time and after
I had taken the bags through to the bedroom we enjoyed a light
breakfast together while enjoying the view of the city and engaged in
happy conversation about the evening before. Shirley remarked how
pleasant she had found Rebecca to be and hoped she was having as
pleasant a start to her day as we were.

THREE

Once we'd finished eating I wheeled the breakfast trolley over to the
door and out into the corridor, then returned to the bedroom where
Shirley was just emptying the overnight bags onto the bed. There was a
full set of clothing there for Sam to wear; trousers, shirt and shoes
etc. and I looked at them with distaste. Shirley saw me and told me not
to worry, as I wouldn't be requiring those particular things for a
while yet. Heartened, I moved them to one side while I checked out what
was left in the bag. There were pairs of fresh clean panties, hold up
stockings and tights as well as washing kit and a fully equipped make-
up bag. I opened this first of all and took out the cleansing cream so
I could finish removing the remainder of my make-up from the previous
evening. Afterwards I was pleased to find that Shirley wanted me to do
my own make-up again but this time just for day wear as she wanted to
take Kate shopping for a few new things before heading for home later
on. "After all," she said," it would be a wasted opportunity if we
didn't do at least a little shopping while we were in Manchester."

Now that I knew Kate was finally going to get her wish to go out on a
proper shopping trip I was a lot happier, at least I would be able to
remain dressed for the rest of the day. I soon did a pretty good job of
my make-up, just a little foundation, blusher, eye shadow and a hint of
lipstick, all very sublime and understated and perfect for the day out.
With clean panties and stockings on I slipped once again into my
gorgeous black dress. I was pleased to see that the previous evenings
wear had not made it look unattractive and after Shirley had zipped me
into it, I brushed my silky hair through then checked I had everything
I needed in my handbag. Once the bags had been repacked and we were
ready to go we picked up our coats and left the room.

After checking out of the hotel and getting back to the car we set off
for the town centre and once again found a parking space close to where
we would be going shopping. I was really excited and looking forward
once more to wandering around the shops, I had found that as Kate I
really enjoyed shopping. Perhaps it was because the choice of women's
clothes was far more extensive and exciting than men's would ever be
and it was so much fun looking around and trying on lots of different
styles. The first thing Shirley told me that we needed was something a
little more suitable and appropriate to wear for day time so we could
change out of the dresses that we had worn last night. She suggested a
skirt and blouse and more sensible shoes but I quite liked the idea of
a nice dress to wear, something quite loose and flouncy.

I had an idea of the sort of thing I would like, I'd seen them in shop
windows on lots of occasions and I was sure that particular style would
suit me. It seemed to be strange thinking and talking this way,
discussing with Shirley what kind of dress I would like to buy for
myself but it was something I thought I could quite easily get used to.
We allowed ourselves a couple of hours to shop before we would find
somewhere to have some lunch and set off eagerly to find the shopping
mall.

We had visited three shops before I found what I was looking for. I'd
been having a truly wonderful time trying lots of different outfits on,
from skirts and blouses and dresses to evening dresses. At Shirley's
insistence I'd even used one of the communal changing rooms and I was
pleased to find that I was accepted as one of the girls with no problem
at all. The third of the previous shops had been a hugely expensive
boutique with some absolutely beautiful clothes in stock.

One evening gown in particular was simply gorgeous, and looked stunning
on. Made from cream lace and silk it was beautiful in it's simplicity
and I knew I had to have it as soon as I saw it, or at the very least
one like it. Once I had tried it on I was loath to take it off again.
The feel of the silk was magical against my skin as it slipped over my
head and into place over my body. The way it caressed bare skin was
extremely sensual and I was not the least bit surprised to discover
that my cock was almost painfully erect in my panties as I admired
myself wearing it in the huge mirror. Shirley thought it was beautiful
too if a little on the expensive side, just the matching shoes were
almost a hundred pounds! However it was just so wonderful I told
Shirley I would save up for it if necessary. I felt like a million
dollars when I was wearing it and I could almost imagine myself dancing
around a ballroom in it.

The next shop we went to was where I found the dress I was looking for
that I wanted to buy for today. It was lovely. Just a simple tie back
calf length dress, in a light burgundy colour with half sleeves and a
shirt type collar. With only a light pattern it was lovely, warm and
comfortable to wear and Shirley suggested that I keep it on and put my
other dress in a bag to take home. All I needed now were some new lower
heeled shoes, Shirley told me to go off and find a nearby shoe store
and have a look for some shoes on my own. I knew I would eventually
have to go off on my own without Shirley to support me so I took a deep
breath and left her to try things on with a promise that I wouldn't
stray too far or take too long. I added that if I missed her we should
meet in the nearby café in an hour.

I felt a little nervous stepping out alone for the first time but
thinking about how successful the previous evening and the morning so
far had been I realised that I had nothing to worry about. I set off
with renewed confidence to find the nearest shoe shops. I couldn't help
but notice that I seemed to be getting a few admiring glances from both
men and women as I moved along. After all I was rather tall and Shirley
had taught me to walk gracefully without slouching, my long hair hung
in thick waves and bobbed up and down as I walked and I really began to
feel great. I loved everything about being Kate, the way my breasts
bounced slightly as I walked and the slither of my stocking tops with
each step I took.

I found a shoe shop after only a few minutes and I looked in the window
to see if they had anything that might go well with my pretty new
dress. I couldn't see anything in the window and decided to go inside
and ask one of the assistants if they could possibly help me. The
middle-aged woman I spoke to was extremely helpful and after only a few
minutes of waiting fetched me a selection of shoes in my size. Then,
sitting me down she sat on a fitting stool in front of me and began to
fit me with the different styled shoes. The third pair we tried were by
far the most comfortable and went with my dress beautifully, after
walking around in them for a couple of minutes I decided to buy them. I
told the assistant I would wear them now and she packed my own shoes in
the box before we went to the till area to pay for them. It was while
we were at the till that I realised that Shirley and I had made a
dreadful error. I had made the mistake of giving my credit card to the
woman in order to pay for the shoes when she suddenly looked at me
strangely. I felt panic begin to rise when she turned to her associate
beside her and showing her the card then indicated me to her.

The other lady was obviously the shop supervisor and taking the card
from the woman who had served me she asked me to join her at the end of
the counter. "I'm afraid there is a problem with the card you have
presented," she began, "it has the cardholder down as a Mr S Johnson,
and I can only assume you are Mrs Johnson." I began to colour and
couldn't get any words of explanation out; I was so embarrassed at
having been caught out in this silly way. "I imagine you must have
picked up the wrong card when you left home this morning Mrs Johnson?"
She offered me a way out. "Yes, I'm so sorry that must be what
happened, I was in a bit of a rush this morning when I left the house,
my husband will be so annoyed when he finds out I have his card.

Just then I heard Shirley's voice cut in. "Hello Kate, are you having a
problem?" I'd never been happier to see her than I was right then,
"Yes, hello Shirley, I seem to have picked up Sam's credit card this
morning instead of my own and now I can't pay for my new shoes." "Don't
worry," she said, "I'll pay for them now and we can sort it out later
on over coffee." The shop supervisor was happy that the cost of the
shoes would now be met and after paying Shirley and I left the shop and
headed straight to the nearby café. I was desperately in need of a cup
of tea now.

That had been a close shave, Shirley told me that as she had paid for
her new skirt and blouse in the boutique she had suddenly realised that
all my credit cards were in my real name and not Kate's. She had
quickly looked for me and luckily had found me just in time before
things got out of hand. "Well it's obvious that we have got to get you
some new documentation and a bank account as a matter of urgency. We
don't want you to have to go through anything like that again and it
wouldn't be wise to have to carry cash around with you all the time. I
couldn't have agreed more, I was still only just beginning to get over
the experience in the shoe shop. I dreaded to think what might have
happened if Shirley hadn't shown up when she did. What if the woman
hadn't believed me and had called the police, after all I had no
identification with me that was in Kate's name.

After a second cup of tea and a visit to the loo Shirley suggested that
it might be a good idea if we called it a day as far as the shopping
went and set off home. It would be a shame to cut short the trip but it
would be for the best after all. With Shirley driving once more just in
case we were stopped for any reason we began the journey home. We
chatted happily on the way and as we approached the outskirts of
Liverpool I saw a familiar sign at the side of the road. I suggested to
Shirley that while we were here we visited 'Bygone Times' a huge
warehouse type facility that sold all manner of things from yesteryear.
She thought it was a great idea and following the signs we arrived
there just twenty minutes later.

If anything the place had grown even bigger since the last time we had
been here, and we were soon engrossed in all the fabulous things that
they had for sale. It really was an incredible place where you could
buy anything from a pin -cushion to a Wild West saloon bar. Old clothes
were a favourite of Shirley's, classy Victorian gowns and footwear
especially and inside there were quite a few large stalls that sold
that sort of thing. While Shirley browsed happily through the clothes
rails I wandered over to an unusual looking stall that held all sorts
of bizarre looking objects. The old lady behind the makeshift counter
looked to be a hundred years old at least, but she had a mischievous
twinkle in her eye as I looked up at her from the assortment of funny
looking objects spread out on the display. There were all manner of
strange things to be seen, some really weird and some that even looked
as if their origin was out of this world.

As I glanced up at her again, the old woman smiled suddenly and the
years seemed to fall away from her and she looked at least thirty years
younger than when I had first seen her. "After something special my
dear?" she said quietly, so quietly I hardly heard her. "Not really," I
said, "I'm just having a look, you have some really nice and unusual
things here." I commented. "No two pieces from the same country and all
very, very old, each and every one with it's own unique story to tell,
to the right person that is!" Her voice was more like a whisper and I
found myself leaning forward toward her just so I could hear what she
was saying.

As I leaned over the display I began to feel strangely light headed and
I had to put my hand down on the counter to steady myself. As I did so
she reached forward and placed her hand on top of my own, her hand was
warm and dry and surprisingly soft. Without warning I felt an
incredible surge of heat pass from her fingers into the back of my
hand, I tried to pull it out from under hers but she was shockingly
strong and I couldn't move my hand away by so much as an inch. After a
few seconds the weird and uncomfortable sensation of heat finished and
disappeared as quickly as it had begun. She lifted her hand and I
pulled mine to me gently rubbing it, I was too non-plussed to say
anything at all. My hand was slightly red but even as I watched the
redness dispersed and was gone.

I looked at her and she was smiling softly, her teeth were perfect
despite her age and they appeared incongruous in such an old face,
somehow though I just knew that they were hers and not dentures.
Curiosity took over and I asked her what had happened, how had she done
what she had to my hand. She told me not to be concerned and not to
worry about anything as everything would be all right now, just as long
as I wanted it to be. I didn't have a clue what she meant but felt
somehow that she was telling the truth. A feeling of calm and serenity
descended over me and still smiling she turned from me and from a dark
recess on the shelving behind her she withdrew a statue about twenty or
so inches tall. I couldn't see it at first because her body was
shielding it from view but as she turned to face me with the statue
before her I let out a gasp of surprise.

In her hands was the most wonderful statue of a woman I had ever seen,
far more beautiful than seemed possible. I'd never seen the like of it
before; it was perfect in every way, a nude statue that radiated the
essence of pure femininity of the most wonderful graceful kind. I
couldn't tell what she was made of but as I touched her tentatively she
felt smoother than glass and strangely warm. Her appearance was
flawless, had she been a real woman I would have fallen in love with
her I was so captivated by her serene beauty.

She had long wavy hair all the way to her waist, superbly detailed
features, perfectly sculpted, giving her a magnetism few men would be
able to resist. Her breasts were magnificent, scaled to perfection and
full and ripe. Her slim waist and flat tummy topped slightly broader
hips and wondrous buttocks and her legs were long and shapely. The
detail was so fine you could even see her pubic hair and the twin bulge
of her genitals. She stood proud and tall on her plinth, her legs
slightly apart, her left foot forward of her right and perfectly
balanced. Her arms reached out, palms up as though she was beckoning to
a lover. With her chin slightly raised it was as though she was calling
to me to take her.

I was completely smitten and I knew I had to have her, I didn't care
how much she cost, she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen
and I wanted her for my own to cherish always. I dragged my eyes away
from her and looked up at the old woman. She was smiling broadly now, I
didn't even need to say anything, she knew I wanted the statue and
before I could speak, she pushed it towards me carefully. "Take her to
show your wife before you say anything, but be sure to bring her back
to me if she is not acceptable!"

I glanced around looking for Shirley and after what seemed like an age
finally spotted her about fifty yards away still looking through rails
of old fashioned dresses. Gingerly I picked up the statue of the
Goddess, for that is what I thought she was and as I turned away with
her in my arms the old lady spoke again. "Her name is Kate, if you are
unhappy with her you must bring her back to me straight away, do not
harm her in any way and always be true to her." I promised I would look
after her carefully and turned away again to find Shirley. I'd only
gone a few yards when, to my horror, I realised that the old woman had
called Shirley 'my wife'. She couldn't have known surely, I glanced
back at her and she waved me on still smiling.

It took me a couple of minutes to locate Shirley as she had turned a
corner in amongst the stalls, when I did find her she was just
receiving a shopping bag from the stall holder and having some change
placed in her hand. "Shirley look, isn't she beautiful," I exclaimed,
"do you think I could buy her? I promise not to ask for anything else
for ages, honestly I won't." She laughed and told me to slow down. I
held the statue, that the old woman had called Kate, up in front of me
as she approached, I could tell that she was having the same effect on
her as she was on me. I would have been surprised if she hadn't reacted
that way; there was something about the figure that was uniquely
beautiful, captivating even.

"Oh Kate, where on earth did you find her, she's incredible, absolutely
exquisite." I told her about the old lady and her small stall around
the corner. "We must go and see how much she wants for her, you really
must have her Kate, she's so wonderful." I was really pleased that
Shirley liked the statue as much as I did and as we walked back to the
stall where I'd found her I told her how the old lady had said to take
the figurine to show my 'wife'. Shirley thought I must have misheard
her but she was intrigued that the old woman had said that the statue's
name was Kate also. I had to admit it was a strange coincidence. As we
walked back to where I had found Kate, Shirley kept touching her and
remarked on how incredible she was and how lifelike. She suggested that
it must have taken the artist years to get her so perfect.

I stopped walking, I was a little confused now, I was standing where I
thought the old ladies stall had been, but there was neither any trace
of her or her stall. "That's strange!" I said. "What is?" asked
Shirley. "The old ladies stall, I'm sure it was right here." "It can't
have been, you must have made a mistake." She offered. "No I don't
think so, I'm positive it was just here where this furniture is
stacked," I insisted. Shirley chided me saying there was no way anyone
could dismantle and remove a stall and then fill in the gap with a
stack of old furniture in just a couple of minutes, let alone an old
lady. We had a quick look around to confirm that I hadn't made a
mistake but I kept ending up at the old furniture, I was absolutely
convinced that this was the right place.

"Well ask someone then, someone must know where she is or where she
went," Shirley told me, almost exasperated by my insistence that we
were in the right place. "Well I didn't imagine it did I, or I wouldn't
have the statue." "Ask that gentleman at that stall there then," she
said, pointing to the one directly opposite the stack of furniture, "he
would know if there had been a stall there wouldn't he?" We went over
and waited patiently until the silver haired stallholder had finished
serving a customer. He turned to Shirley and I with a happy smile and a
gleam in his eye as his customer walked away seemingly happy with their
purchase.

"And what may I do for you lovely young ladies," he began brightly,
"have you seen something that takes your fancy?" I explained that we
didn't exactly want to buy anything but that we were looking for the
old ladies stall, the one that sold all sorts of strange objects. I
told him that I thought it had been opposite his but I must have been
mistaken because it wasn't there. "Oh you must mean Old Mary's stall,"
he said brightly, "I'm terribly sorry Miss but Old Mary's stall hasn't
been there for nigh on twenty years now and I should know, I've been
here myself over thirty years, ever since I left the Navy." I quickly
explained that we must be talking about different people and I
described the old lady with whom I had spoken, to him, I remembered her
perfect white teeth and I was taken aback by his reaction to what I
said. He seemed to pale visibly and told me that I couldn't possibly
have seen her, though he admitted my description of her had been
accurate. He started to tremble slightly, as he told us that the reason
I could not possibly have spoken to her was that Old Mary had been dead
for the last fifteen years. No one had taken over her stall since; it
had only ever been used to store furniture, some of which had been
there for years.

He backed away, saying rather gruffly that we would have to excuse him
as he had far too much to do rather than stand around partaking in idle
chit-chat all day. With that he quickly locked his cash box and
scuttled off down the aisle with only one very worried looking backward
glance at Shirley and I. I couldn't understand what was happening,
either someone was playing an elaborate joke or I had just been having
a conversation with a ghost. As soon as that thought entered my head
the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end and I could hear Old
Mary's voice telling me that I should 'never harm her and always be
true to her'.

I shivered and turning to Shirley told her that I thought it would be
better if we were to leave, straight away! She immediately agreed and
taking firm hold of my free hand we walked as quickly as our heels
would allow, straight to the exit. It was only when we were sitting
back in the car that I became aware that I was still holding the
statue. I told Shirley that I should go back but she just asked me who
I intended to return it to, considering I had been handed the statue by
someone who had been dead for fifteen years. "I think we'd better go
then," I said. I looked at Shirley, she looked at me, and we both
looked at the statue called Kate. Then, starting the car, Shirley left
rubber tyre marks on the surface of the car parking bay as we shot out
of the car park and headed towards home as quickly as we could.

After a couple of minutes I warned Shirley to slow down a bit, we
didn't need to be stopped by the police after all that had happened.
She slowed the car to just under the speed limit and a couple of miles
further on we pulled into a pub car park and Shirley stopped the
engine. Both of us were breathing heavily, myself from fright but
Shirley from excitement. "My God," she said, "you've actually seen a
ghost." "I didn't just see her, she spoke to me and touched me too." I
shivered as I remembered the strange heat that had passed between our
hands when she touched me.

We sat in the car for the next ten minutes as I recounted to Shirley
exactly what had happened, from the time I discovered Old Mary's stall
to when I found her by the dresses. We couldn't think why the old lady
should suddenly choose to show herself to me and then give me the
beautiful statue but we both agreed that there must have been a reason
for me to be given something so wonderfully special. Shirley and I
turned to look at the statue of Kate, which I had placed carefully on
the back seat of the car. She had lost none the impact her beauty had
on us since the first time we saw her and we were each lost in our own
thoughts for a few moments. "Perhaps she is magical in some way," said
Shirley, "Maybe she has strange powers that we don't know about yet." I
didn't know whether she had or not, but despite Shirley's fanciful
reasoning, there was definitely something very special about her and I
knew that I would never give her up. Now that we'd both had a little
while to get over the shock of being visited by a ghost, we were calm
enough to resume our journey and in just a few minutes we were back on
the main road and on our way home.

FOUR

We talked about Kate all the way home but neither of us could fathom
out what was so special about her aside from her magnificent beauty.
All we did know was that she was absolutely enchanting and I'd already
decided to build a special pedestal upon which to put her in our home.
Finally we arrived at the house and after opening up and carrying the
statue inside, safely placing her in the living room, I went back to
help Shirley with all the bags. Doing this I noticed two new shopping
bags and I realised that I hadn't as yet seen what she had been buying.
As I reached over to have a look Shirley slapped my hand and told me
not to be so nosy, I sulked playfully as she disappeared inside with
these two bags, leaving me to carry the rest inside the house.

After we had made the tea and were relaxing on the sofa with our shoes
off Shirley looked across and gazed at Kate. She was lost in thought
for a while and I left her to it, reliving in my mind the wonderful
time we'd had over the last couple of days as two girls about town. I
didn't think I'd ever been so happy but suddenly a mist of despair
threatened to engulf me as I realised our weekend was almost over and
that I would soon have to revert back to being Sam. Shirley must have
noticed the change in my mood because she stood up, carefully lifted
the statue and placed it gently on the coffee table in front of me.
"Right, you see if you can find out anything about Kate from any
markings while I clean up and put things away and then I'll come and
join you."

I knelt on the floor in front of Kate and carefully arranged my dress
around me so it wouldn't crease up. I was soon engrossed in what I was
doing and didn't even notice what Shirley was up to after she had
removed the tea tray and gone through to the kitchen. I went over the
statue and its base in minute detail, as I ran my fingertips over
Kate's satiny smooth features, I could feel a strange warmth that
seemed to be radiating from her and felt a calm glow deep inside
myself. No matter how long I looked at her or touched her, I never
tired of her beauty, She was striking and I couldn't help but wonder
whom the real life model may have been.

It was when I lay the statue down and inspected the base that I found
some markings. They were, I found on looking closer, words inscribed
around the lower edge of the plinth, etched so small that they appeared
to be just a random pattern and were extremely difficult to see. I
could only make out one or two words and I and I thought I'd better get
the magnifying glass from our office if I wanted to be able to see them
more clearly. I made sure the statue was secure then got up to go
upstairs. As I passed our bedroom I realised Shirley was in there and
called out to her.

"Don't you come in yet, I'm not ready for you," she snapped. "What are
you up to in there?" I asked. "Never mind what I'm doing you just get
on with whatever it is you are doing okay? I'll see you in a little
while." Completely non-plussed as to what she might be up to, I never
the less left her to it and carried on to the office to fetch the
magnifying glass. Back in the living room armed with the glass and a
pad and pencil, I began to try and decipher what was written on the
base of the statue.

Even with the aid of the magnifying glass I could only make out a few
of the words inscribed on the strange material of the base. I realised
that so far I'd given no thought as to what Kate might be made from.
The statue didn't appear to be sculpted from any metal that I
recognised and yet seemed to be too heavy to be some kind of wood, even
one of the exotic hardwoods that were so difficult to find these days.
Try as I might I couldn't find a single other mark anywhere, either on
the base or on the statue itself. Apart from the inscription around the
edge of the base it was totally unmarked, not a scratch or a dent
anywhere. It seemed impossible that something that appeared to be so
old should have escaped the ravages of time completely unscathed.

Softly I caressed the wonderful statue, tracing my fingers over her
surface, I could almost believe that the pulse of blood in my
fingertips actually emanated from within the beautiful creature. I
began to feel light-headed again, and thought that it must be from all
the excitement of the weekend, especially seeing Mary's ghost. My heart
began to thud loudly in my chest as I placed Kate upright before me on
the low table. Still kneeling in front of it, the dizziness seemed to
worsen and I had to steady myself by holding on to the table to prevent
myself from falling over to one side. My vision began to blur, the
colours faded and darkened before starting to swim and dance,
everything turned to grey and as it turned to blackness I felt myself
slipping sideways, then there was nothing but the dark heavy cloying
darkness all around me.

There was a light, and I struggled towards it, the inky blackness all
around me slowing my movement like treacle. I couldn't see myself but
somehow I knew that I was all right, even though everything around me
was wrapped in darkness except for the light ahead. Slowly the light
grew and the darkness turned to grey, suddenly all about me was a
radiant light, I knew I must be dreaming because when I looked down at
myself I was naked. I remembered with clarity the weekend I had shared
with Shirley and I was sure I could hear her voice far away, calling to
me. I wanted to go to her but I couldn't seem to turn around, I could
only move forward to where the light was at its brightest. Although
brighter than anything I'd seen before, it didn't seem to hurt my eyes
at all and had a curiously calming effect that was not unpleasant.

The centre most part of the light began to shimmer and move, appearing
to form a tall column. As I watched entranced, the column resolved
itself slowly into a more recognisable form and within minutes became
the living twin of the statue of Kate that Shirley and I had brought
home. She too was naked and as she approached me she smiled radiantly
and I was again totally enchanted by her flawless beauty. She began to
speak to me in a soft musical whisper that was perfect in clarity and I
smiled....

My name was being called over and over again, the voice was tinged with
worry and concern and anxiety. I knew the voice it was Shirley. I could
feel something laying over me, not heavy but soft and warm. As I began
to awaken I realised I was in bed, opening my eyes I saw Shirley and
she was beautiful even though she appeared to have been weeping. She
was holding my hand in both of hers and squeezing gently as she
repeated my name over and over again. When she saw my eyes open she
sobbed once with relief then smiled her wonderful smile and I knew
instantly I was all right even though I felt strange, as though
something wasn't quite as it should be.

"Sam my love are you okay." She asked me. "I think so, I remember
feeling dizzy and then I suppose I must have blacked out." "When I
found you I was so worried, I thought you were dead, you were breathing
so lightly I couldn't see it, but then you smiled and I knew you were
going to be okay, I just knew it." She asked me what had happened and
after collecting my thoughts for a few seconds I told her everything I
could remember, and for the first time ever I found I could recall
everything that had happened to me both before and after I lost
consciousness.

I began by telling her how, after speaking to her through the bedroom
door, I had collected the magnifying glass from the office then
returned to the living room to examine the statue of Kate and the
plinth upon which she stood. I explained how I had read only the words
I could actually see, and strangely, I could recall exactly what they
were.

'Be thou not what ye seem, come unto me and release us from this
torment....' There was a gap then, words I could not see to read and
then, '.... Thou must speak my own true name but thrice holding me
toward the brightness and enlightenment will follow....' More
unreadable writing and then the single strange word, '.... Lorani...'

I told Shirley how I had read the whole thing through a couple of
times, in an attempt to decipher more of the script but I hadn't been
able to. I described how I had begun to feel light-headed and how I'd
had to hold onto the table to prevent myself from falling over, then
the dizziness and the darkness as I either fainted or passed out.

Shirley asked if I was okay to go on and I said I was, in fact I'd
never felt better, the forty winks I'd enjoyed had really given me a
much needed rest. I didn't even need a drink of water or anything;
Shirley looked surprised at that! I continued by telling her what had
happened in my dream after I lost consciousness. About the kaleidoscope
of colours and how everything had turned dark but for one bright light
that had become the living Kate. She had spoken to me in my dream and
she had told me that she was not all that she seemed to us to be.

She had taken me on a journey through time, at least it seemed like
that but I suppose it could have all happened in my mind, put there by
Kate. I had found myself in a strange New World where everyone was
beautiful, both the men and the women. Most appeared to be quite young
and vibrant, perhaps in their twenties, but there were a few, very few
old people there, to whom the young showed a great deal of reverence
and respect. We floated Kate and I, over the heads of these people,
they didn't seem to be able to see us or hear us and we were in a huge
bright chamber much like the Baronial Hall in a castle. A young man and
woman stood in chains before a semi-circular table; behind which twelve
of the Elders stood dressed in hooded cloaks. The mood was sombre as
they stood watching the young couple in their chains.

The girl's shoulders trembled as though she was weeping quietly her
head bowed down and the young man made as if to comfort her, though
unable to touch her, his quiet words of consolation went unheeded. I
could see that she was completely distraught but the young man stood
proud and tall, the only outward sign of his nervousness was a muscle
twitching in his strong neck. As the scene unfolded below me I realised
that I was watching something from ancient history or from another
world, the whole thing was reminiscent of Cleopatra or the ancient
Greeks.

My thoughts were interrupted by the central figure behind the carved
table, the tallest of them all, he pulled back his hood to reveal a
strong Regal face beneath snow white hair and a pure white beard. His
voice boomed as he spoke and I could tell he was seething with rage and
anger.

"We have made a decision, stand forward Lorani and Katelina, hear my
judgement. Lorani, you stand before us accused of requiting the
forbidden love of my daughter Katelina, who is not only of my Royal
blood but also the High Priestess in waiting to the house of the Gods.
You knew that the Gods and myself forbade your love, yet you chose to
wantonly and openly defy us and for that you must and will be punished.
My daughter has been touched by your hand, you have used her body to
pleasure yourself and because of that she is now no longer suitable or
worthy of her position, you have destroyed the gift that the Gods saw
fit to bestow upon her making them angry beyond reason."

He was like a man lost as he spoke the anger had left his voice and he
appeared to shrivel as he spoke of his only daughter. She was sobbing
openly now, her head hung down and the tears fell freely from her
cheeks to splash upon the polished stone floor.

"You Katelina are no longer my daughter, you will be cast out of my
Royal house and out of the priesthood. You will be escorted to a land
far away by a regiment of my soldiers who will not see you or speak to
you. You will have only the company of an old crone who will be your
equal, no longer a priestess or princess, you will be clad in rags and
exiled forever from this kingdom and it's people. Should you dare to
return you will be put to the sword and your body fed to the laughing
dogs on the great plains, they in turn will be slaughtered and the
carcasses fed to the wild animals in the forests that surround the land
of the people."

His voice cracked as he pronounced her sentence, whereafter she was
immediately dragged away calling out pitifully for her father and
Lorani by two hatchet faced priestesses who were smiling gleefully,
enjoying every moment of Katelina's fall from grace. Once she was gone,
he shook himself and pulled back his shoulders to stand tall once more.
His anger flooded back, reddening his handsome features and
strengthening his already powerful voice.

"As for you Lorani, you have deprived our people of a beloved princess
and myself of my innocent sweet daughter. Your punishment shall be
decided within the hour, and punished you shall be, for despite being
favoured within this Court, you have betrayed my trust and delivered me
to the hands of my enemies. Those who would say that I have no control
over my people."

Lorani spoke then; "If you truly love your daughter, have mercy upon
her and allow her to remain at your side, do what you will with me for
I am guilty in your eyes, though guilty only of loving Katelina with
all my heart. I beg of you, spare her my Lord."

The white bearded King exploded with anger and stormed around the huge
carved table until he stood face to face with Lorani, for he was equal
in height to the King despite his young age. Through clenched teeth and
loud enough only for Lorani to hear, the King cursed him, swearing that
had there been any other way open to him he would have taken it, but
his enemies had forced him to act as he had, punishing his beautiful
Katelina at their insistence. The Gods they said, demanded the severest
of penalties, anything less would be considered an insult. Despite
everything, he still felt for the boy but there was nothing he could
do. His death was assured; it was only the manner in which his life
would be taken that was as yet undecided.

The King turned on his heel and returned to his place at the table, his
heart lurched as he saw the beautiful statue of his daughter Katelina
set on the table top before him. Carved from moonstone, it was the
exact likeness of Katelina herself and seeing it struck the King like a
dagger to his heart. It had taken all his strength to pass the sentence
of the court upon his daughter, but he'd had to do it, the alternative
was unthinkable. He could not condemn his own flesh and blood to the
pit of fire, the customary punishment for any priestess that had fallen
by the wayside. At least alive she would have a chance to make a decent
life for herself far away. His voice boomed out across the great hall,
as he demanded to know who had placed the statue on the table, mocking
him cruelly. He almost swept the statue to the stone floor where it
would have shattered into thousands of pieces but managed to control
himself just in time. The ancient and wizened High Priest who was his
greatest enemy snorted with derision at the cracked voice of emotion.

"I sent for it Great King, therein lies the punishment of Lorani,"
whined the decrepit old man. "Explain yourself Priest," demanded the
King. "The moonstone from which it is carved is said to have many
mystical properties," cackled the priest, "It is believed that it will
capture the soul of those killed by it, holding them forever a prisoner
inside and denying them passage to the Gods. Trapped within the
moonstone the soul survives, seeing and hearing all about them, unable
though to respond in movement, touch or speech for all time."

The King staggered under the enormity of what the Priest was saying,
this punishment was inhuman, to be trapped forever inside the statue of
the woman you loved is a terrible thing to do to anyone. "I will not
allow this." "You have no choice my King, it has already been decided
by the Great Council, Lorani is to be put to death by the image of the
woman he despoiled and his soul will then be forever trapped inside to
ponder his crime for all eternity. Should you choose to disallow this
then your enemies will judge your action as a sign of weakness and
strike at you, your Kingdom will then be forever lost." The King
realised finally that he had been manipulated into a position where he
could not refuse the punishment demanded by the Priest and the great
Council, most of whom were his enemies.

"So be it, the punishment stands." The King capitulated slumping to his
chair he looked across the stone floor to where Lorani stood, still
proud and tall and his heart went out to the young warrior who had
served him so well that he had been promoted to command of his own
personal bodyguard. His strength and courage were unquestioned but he
doubted that even he had the courage to face such a death with
fortitude.

"When shall the punishment be served," He demanded to know. "At the
rising of the Great Moon this very day, it is a sign in our favour that
the moon is at it's fullest this night and we shall be well rewarded by
the Gods for such an important offering." The Priest could barely
disguise his glee, Lorani's fate was sealed and as he was led away in
chains he caught the Kings eye and he stopped in his tracks. "Honour me
my Lord, allow me to see Katelina but once more before I die and I will
go to my death willingly."

The Priest stepped in before the King could say anything. "She will be
brought to see your execution at the Ceremony of the Moon and not
before, then and only then will you last lay eyes on the woman you
stole from the Gods." He was actually grinning as he spoke those
terrible words. Was there no end to this vile man's cruelty, thought
the King, who was now unable to alter what was to happen. The High
Priest was untouchable by virtue of his position and had been a thorn
in the side of the King for many years.

The Court was cleared leaving the King alone in his seat, the statue of
his daughter before him. He didn't know if he could face his daughter
again this day, she would believe that he was responsible for the
terrible punishment that had been planned for Lorani and would hate him
for it. He knew though that he must be strong, it would only be his
presence that would prevent her death also at the ceremony of the Moon
and he had to be strong for her.

The light became darker and the courtroom faded slowly to blackness
before becoming a chill cliff top where the Ceremony of the Moon was
about to witness the execution of Lorani and the casting out of
Katelina.

All of the people of the great City were in attendance to witness the
cruel punishment of the Princess Katelina and the soldier Lorani. They
were there not by choice but because the Kings enemies had let it be
known that anyone who failed to witness the execution would in turn
suffer greatly. The High Priest was dressed in his ceremonial robes at
the moonstone altar, within the clear circle before it sat the King
with two of his strongest bravest bodyguard who loved the king and knew
that he was not responsible for their commander's fate. Lorani himself
stood in front of the altar chained in gold as befitted the order of
the ceremony. Opposite the King and as far away as the clearing would
allow knelt Katelina, who even in this her final hour was still the
most beautiful of all womankind, her neck was embraced by a golden
collar whose steel chain bound her to the two evil priestesses.

An ancient hag, the oldest and most worthless of the priestesses lay on
the ground behind her, wailing her misfortune at having been chosen to
accompany Katelina in her exile. She had been dragged unceremoniously
from her cell where her beloved flagons of deep red wine now lay
smashed and spilled on the uneven stone floor. The wailing of the old
hag was the only sound in the twilight, apart from the low keening of
the wind, despite the many thousands of forced spectators from the
City.

The wailing broke down into sobbing as the Priest waited for the silver
moon to reach its zenith, the highest point in its arc, which would
signal Lorani's doom. The moonstone statue stood alone on the altar
bathed in the glow of the moonlight, its beauty unsurpassed by any but
Katalina herself. The Priest began the incantation of sacrifice to the
Moon Gods and even the crying hag fell silent as his strangely powerful
voice rang out over the cliff top and the silent multitudes.

The King was watching his daughter and saw the precise moment at which
she realised what was happening, she started forward a cry forming on
her lips but was yanked back cruelly by the chain and golden collar
wielded by the evil harridans. The executioner appeared from behind the
altar, a huge ebony skinned black, with finely oiled skin covering his
massive almost grotesquely muscled frame. He knelt before the Priest
and yet was still as tall, then the Priest reached forward anointing
him with the authority to carry out the execution in the name of the
Gods. When he stood up the Priest moved to the rear of the altar and
signalled for Lorani to be brought forward. As he walked to his death
his eyes never left the wondrous beauty of Katelina, he smiled at her
then before she could respond he turned to face the huge black who was
to take his life.

The executioner effortlessly lifted Lorani onto the altar and laying
him down tied him with golden rope to its worn and cold surface. The
manacles of gold that had bound Lorani were removed and passed to the
Priest. Made of finest gold though they were it was the custom that
they be cast into the bottomless waters at the base of the cliff with
the body, not only to weigh the body down but as an added offering to
the Gods. According to the Priests own custom the solid gold chains
were surreptitiously exchanged for simple iron chains behind the altar
and the gold was then hidden in sackcloth bags. The High Priest had
become enormously wealthy in this way, especially as he had spent many
years accusing and executing many of the Great City's most wealthy
citizens whose fortunes then became the property of the church. The
noise of the chains clanking into the leather sack was pushed away out
to sea by the light wind. None were able to tell the difference between
the sound of gold and iron, a rattling chain was just that and the
Priest chuckled inwardly at his good fortune.

The Priest and the executioner traded places and from his new position
in front of the altar upon which Lorani lay helpless, the detail of the
crime and the punishment were read out in the strong clear voice. The
huge black checked his handiwork having bound the bag of chains to the
waist of Lorani with lengths of golden wire. Then picking up the
moonstone statue in his huge hands he raised it and aimed the arms,
which were to be the daggers, directly at Lorani's fast beating heart.

The Priest finished reciting the method and the reason of the execution
and the people showed their horror involuntarily moving forward as one
with hatred for the priest in their hearts and murder on their minds.
The ring of soldiers between them and the clearing the only thing that
brought them up short. Katelina's face was ashen, she trembled slightly
in the night wind and dragging her eyes from Lorani to her father and
with a look of pleading, begged him to show mercy. The King could not
face her and turned away. As he did so his heart broke, for Lorani had
been as a son to him and he loved him almost as much as he loved his
beautiful daughter Katelina, and now they were both lost to him
forever.

Katalina began to speak, and as the chain was raised to curtail her
words the Kings voice boomed out. "Let her speak." The priestess
holding the chain let it drop as though it had been plucked
thoughtlessly from a furnace and all was silent as Katalina's sorrow
filled voice rang out clearly into the chill night air.

"Though you are taken from me my sweet love Lorani, I will always be
with you to protect and guide you. I will search endlessly until I find
the one who will free your soul and I will say to the chosen one. 'Be
thou not what ye seem. Come unto me and release us both from this
torment and I will give you my beauty as reward for I have nothing else
to give. To set us free thou must speak my own true name but thrice
while holding me towards the brightness and enlightenment will follow'.
I swear upon the Gods of the Great Moon that one day I will find the
one who will reunite me with my own true love Lorani."

As the echo of her words ringing around the cliffs died away the priest
nodded, the executioner flexed his great frame and the statue was
brought down with such force that it's arms pierced the strong chest of
Lorani and sank deep into his beating heart. Upon seeing this Katalina
died where she stood. Her heart bursting with her love and grief for
Lorani she was dead before she hit the floor. With the statue embedded
in his heart the last thing Lorani saw as the darkness engulfed him was
the beautiful face of the woman he loved.

The King wept as he knelt to lift the body of his beloved daughter and
carrying her towards the altar his tears splashing onto her face, he
carefully laid her down in the arms of her beloved Lorani. He took hold
of the statue and pulled it forcefully from the body of his Captain and
holding it's blood drenched arms above his beautiful daughter, he
allowed drops of warm pure blood from the heart of Lorani to fall onto
the sweet lips of his Katalina.

Standing now with the statue cradled in his strong arms he turned to
the executioner and ordered him to build a funeral pyre around the
altar and his children, to light it and stand over it until the ashes
were cold. He was then to crush the ashes and the altar to dust and
cast them all out to sea. The priest screamed and spittle flying
launched himself at the King. "No! You can't destroy my altar you have
no right." His fury was cut short as he tripped over the bag containing
the gold chains that he had stolen; he landed in a heap on the bag,
rattling the gold links within. Despite his grief the King heard the
loud chink of metal and moved towards the fallen priest plucking him
from the ground with one hand and sending him spinning into the arms of
the executioner. "Hold him," he ordered.

Kneeling he slit open the leather bag and the canvas sack with his
dagger, at once he saw the gold and iron chain and saw also that it was
the iron chain that was bound to the body of Lorani. "So, you would
dare to steal from the Gods you vile creature, you already know the
punishment for such a crime." Before he had a chance to deny his
thieving, the King nodded toward the cliffs and the executioner smiled.
He picked up the priest by scrawny neck and thigh then moving to the
cliff's edge cast him out over the abyss as far as his strength would
allow. The pitiful screams as the old man flew to his death went almost
unnoticed in the low voiced cheer of approval from those in the
mourning crowd that were close enough to have witnessed what had
happened.

"There will be no more executions, the Gods have had their fill of the
blood of my children and my people." Turning to the executioner he
spoke again, "Set the fire and cast out the ashes, then take the gold
chain and find a quiet corner, we no longer have need of an
executioner." The huge black smiled and saluted his King, then watched
with sadness as the broken hearted man turned and carrying the statue
walked away alone through the now silent masses of his people.

I finished speaking and opened my eyes to see Shirley sitting beside
me, tears rolled down her cheeks as she leaned forward and kissed me
tenderly. "What a beautiful, sad story," she whispered softly, "Then
the Katalina you saw in your dream was the soul of the Katalina that
pledged to find a chosen one to free Lorani's soul from the bounds of
the statue." "I suppose that must be what all that has happened means,
but how do I do it, and what happens when I do?" I asked. "We'll figure
that one out a little later but for now you must rest, while I write
down everything you have told me, if I miss anything you can add it
later okay?" I was asleep almost before she had finished speaking and
tucking the duvet around me she slipped quietly from the room.

FIVE

I awoke some time later having had a deep untroubled sleep; Shirley
wasn't with me so I got up, put on my dressing gown and went to find
her. I found her in the living room reading through the notes she had
written. I watched her quietly for a few minutes as she alternatively
read from her notes and looked up at the statue we knew as Kate. She
must have been engrossed in her thoughts because she hadn't heard me
turn up and when I moved into the room she was startled. Shirley told
me to come and sit down and read through her notes while she made us
both a cup of tea.

I moved forward to sit down and noticed in the mirror that at some
stage Shirley had removed my make up and loosely tied my hair back with
a scrap of silk. I couldn't remember her doing that and wondered when
she had found the time to clean me up. I didn't have long to wait to
find out. I picked up the papers and began to read through what she had
written, it was only a few pages and I finished just as Shirley came
back in with the teacups. "Did I get it all," Shirley asked. "It's as
if you wrote it down as I was speaking, it's word for word, you missed
nothing that I can see." She told me that as she remembered it to write
it all down she could almost hear me telling the story all over again,
that was how she had managed to get it all down on paper so accurately.

She asked me how I was feeling and I explained to her that I hadn't
felt so refreshed and rejuvenated in a long time. "I'm not surprised,"
she smiled, "Oh and why not?" I asked her. "Well including the last two
hours since you told me what happened you have been asleep for the last
twenty six hours." I nearly choked on my tea, and quickly set the cup
down on the coffee table to wipe my mouth with a tissue. "You have got
to be joking, do you mean to tell me that I've been asleep for a whole
day?" "Yes I do and yes you have, it was yesterday that I found you
passed out on the floor in here. I nearly called the doctor immediately
and I probably would have done if you hadn't suddenly smiled in your
sleep or unconsciousness or whatever it was."

Shirley told me that she had come downstairs after arranging a surprise
for me in the bedroom to find me sprawled on the floor as though I'd
fainted. She had crept upstairs to lay out a surprise present for me;
it was the beautiful dress we had decided not to buy because it had
been so expensive. She had sneaked back to the boutique when I went off
on my own to buy some shoes. At first when she had found me lying on
the floor she had thought I was messing about but when she finally
realised I wasn't she had become very worried that she couldn't seem to
wake me up. It was while she was calling my name trying to rouse me
that I'd smiled and she had sensed a peculiar but very strong feeling
of well being. This is what had made her decide not to call the doctor
but instead had telephoned Rebecca who, we had discovered, was not only
a qualified nurse but also lived quite nearby.

Rebecca had come round straight away and between them they had managed
to carry me up the stairs and get me into bed. Realising that I had
been naked while in bed made me ask her whom it was that had stripped
me of my clothing. "Actually," grinned Shirley, "We both did, although
I must say Rebecca was very courteous and polite and only sneaked a
look at your naked body about a dozen times." Shirley laughed out loud
now, "Actually she was quite taken with both you and me, seems to think
we're the bees knees as far as married couples go." She told me that
Rebecca had sat quietly with her as she watched over me through the
night. Just in case she had been needed for anything and had actually
only left earlier that morning to go home and get some fresh clothes
and a few other things that she thought we might need.

Shirley told me that she had phoned Rebecca to tell her that I had
woken up for a little while but that I was now resting. She had also
told her to stay home and get some sleep and then come over later when
she was feeling a little more refreshed to see us both and then she
would be able to catch up on everything that had been happening.
Rebecca had been really glad and was relieved that I was okay then
promising to come round later said goodbye and hung up.

Shirley was still showing some concern for my well being but I
eventually managed to convince her that I was okay. She came and sat
next to me on the settee, cuddling in to me and making sure I was warm
enough. I asked if she was okay and she told me that now that she knew
I was all right she was feeling just fine. "What do you think all this
means," she asked, "Does it mean that you are the 'chosen one' as Kate
said in the dream or do you think there might be another reason that
you are having these strange dreams and visitations from ghostly
entities?" I told her that I wasn't really sure but I knew that there
must be a reason I was having these episodes. The statue was still on
the table and I looked at it intently trying to see through it to
discover what the reasons were behind all that was going on, but there
was no enlightenment there, everything remained as mysterious as it had
been before.

The only really scary part had been the presence of Old Mary's ghost in
the market, the one who had given me the statue of Kate in the first
place. That had given both Shirley and I a bit of a shock, but the more
I thought about it, the less scared I was and the more excited I
became, it was turning out to be quite an adventure. "Oh my God it
couldn't be," I suddenly sat bolt upright," Could it? Yes that must be
it, of course why didn't I see it before." "What is it? What's wrong."
Shirley was showing concern again, a worried look furrowed her brow as
she looked at me. I smiled at her, "Don't worry darling, I think I may
have worked out what is going on."

Before I could say any more the front doorbell rang and I had to prod
Shirley before she realised that it needed answering. She got up
quickly, "That will probably be Rebecca, she said she would come round
to see how we were." Leaving me alone she went to answer the door and
she was right it was Rebecca, I could hear her voice in the hallway.
"He's awake, that's wonderful, how is he, is everything okay, can I see
him?" I heard Shirley laugh gently and say, "Of course you can he's
downstairs in the living room, come on through and we'll tell you all
about it." Rebecca literally bounded through the door and into the room
coming straight over to me to give me a big hug and a kiss on the
cheek. "You're all right, that's wonderful, how are you feeling, are
you okay, is there anything wrong still, have you got a headache or
anything, did you hurt yourself when you fell?" "Whoa, hold on Rebecca,
one thing at a time."

Her smile was radiant and it warmed my heart to know that she was
smiling for me because I was okay. She looked wonderful so fresh and
happy and alive, she reminded me of Tigger in Winnie the Pooh she was
so bubbly. Shirley and I managed to calm her down enough to get her to
sit down and have a cup of tea. She kept asking questions about my well
being until I was finally able to convince her that I was absolutely
fine, in fact, I told her, I had never felt better. "I was so worried,
I kept thinking about my poor brother and praying that you were going
to be all right." I could see that she had been really upset by what
had happened so I gently reached for her and kissed her on the cheek,
thanking her for her concern and for helping Shirley to look after me.

A few more minutes passed before she was calm enough to listen to our
story and as we told her, her expression went from surprise to wonder
to sadness then back to surprise again. As I finished telling her the
tale she looked at me then at Shirley then back at me again then said
"But don't you see what this means?" I smiled and told her I believed I
knew exactly what it all meant, then I had to shush her so that I could
ask Shirley if she knew too. "I think I do," she said, "Only the
enormity of it all is quite overwhelming and I can't get my head around
it all just yet." I offered to make us all another cup of tea and when
they both said yes they would like one I left them in the sitting room
while I went to put the kettle on.

I could hear them chatting together like long lost friends, which was
pretty amazing when you thought that we had only known Rebecca for two
days. She was extremely likeable and I hoped that one day she would
find someone special and be lucky enough to have a relationship that
was as extra special as Shirley's and mine. By the time I went back
into the living room with the tea tray, Rebecca was reading Shirley's
written account of what I'd told her about my strange experience, I
didn't want to call it a dream because I believed it had been so much
more than that. I poured the tea and sat down opposite the girls,
suddenly Rebecca said, "There's something missing here, there's
something else in all this that plays a key role but I can't quite put
my finger on it and it's driving me nuts!"

"Look," said Shirley, "We've all had a bit of a shock and if like you
think there is something missing then dwelling on it is not going to
make it become clear to you. Why don't we all try to forget it for a
while and take a break from the whole thing and just relax." "That
sounds like an excellent idea," I said, "Even though I am enthralled by
what has happened over the last two days I have to admit that I am fast
reaching saturation point and I think I need a break from it all."
"Well that's settled then," Shirley agreed, "We try not to mention any
of this for the rest of the evening, then tomorrow we can view it all
through fresh eyes." "I know," I said, "Why don't we all get changed
then go down to the pub and have something to eat and a few drinks, I
for one don't feel like cooking tonight and I seriously doubt if either
of you do." It was agreed then and there, the pub it was. Rebecca had
only come in jeans and a top but we were sure that either Shirley or
myself would have something suitable for her to wear, it's not as if
there wouldn't be enough to choose from what with two full wardrobes of
clothes to look through.

We had a lot of fun over the next hour or so, rushing around trying to
find something suitable for Rebecca to wear. We couldn't decide whether
to get dressed up to the nines and go somewhere swanky or dress
casually and slum it for the night. We were all amazed at how well we
were getting on together, despite the fact that we were virtually
strangers having known each other for just a few short hours. Rebecca
was so like Shirley and I in both character and in the way she viewed
life and we were all acting as though we had been friends for years.
Even in the bedroom, I was just about to leave so that Rebecca could
get changed in private when she suddenly whipped her top off to reveal
a simply gorgeous pair of breasts and slipped her jeans off to stand
there in only her silky panties with no embarrassment whatsoever.
Taking our cue from her Shirley and I stripped to our undies too and
taking it in turn to use the bathroom, the dressing table and the make
up we all got ready together. Rebecca even did my hair for me as she
was ready first and it looked really nice, just as though I'd just come
back from the hairdressers.

We had decided to really push the boat out and get dressed up, we
thought that we would use this evening as an excuse to celebrate our
new found friendship with each other. So, little more than ninety
minutes after making the decision to go out, the three of us were ready
to hit the town and have a ball. Shirley looked sensational in her off
the shoulder black party dress with a tight bodice and full skirt and
black high heels. Rebecca wore an off the shoulder white lace blouse
and a gypsy style full skirt. I was wearing a mini skirt and a soft
angora wool crop top both in pearl white and we were all wearing some
of the sexiest lingerie that Shirley and I owned along with the
sheerest stockings we could find. Rebecca was amazed at the amount of
underwear and clothes I had, I told her that I'd been buying things for
years but had never really worn them properly until recently and then
only on the odd occasion at night if I ever went out in the car. That
was until Shirley had decided to take me for my first real outing as
Kate just a couple of days ago. When she discovered that it had been my
first time out, Rebecca was extravagant in her praise saying how well
I'd done and congratulated Shirley for bringing the very best out in
me.

I went downstairs and called a taxi to take us out to the pub, none of
us wanted to drive which was understandable, we were all having far too
much fun to want to have to remain sober. We decided not to wear coats
despite the fact that the frost was already hanging heavy in the air
and even at this early hour was already laying down a sparkling white
carpet on the ground. We waited by the front door until we heard the
taxi driver toot his horn then hurried down the path and piled into the
cab, handbags and legs everywhere. We were all in stitches laughing,
much to the bemusement of the driver. The three of us had decided to
forego the pleasures of going into Liverpool for the night and instead
had opted for a well-frequented pub not too far from home, but not one
that we would normally use. Rebecca had thought it wise not to stray
too far from home just in case I happened to keel over again, although
I was fairly sure that I wouldn't. We were at the pub in a matter of
minutes and after Shirley had paid the driver his fare, we all piled
into the pub and went straight to the bar. It was about half full
inside and luckily the music hadn't been turned up to 'burst your
eardrums and shout yourself hoarse' volume yet. I was glad because I
was enjoying our conversations with Rebecca very much and I wanted to
continue them.

Shirley and Rebecca were getting along famously, which in itself was
unusual as Shirley had always been very particular when it came to
choosing her friends, quite often finding people were false or so self
centred she tired of them very quickly. She seemed to have an innate
ability to quickly and accurately identify someone's character even if
they were trying hard to disguise their faults. I had lost count of the
number of times she had proved herself to be correct in her initial
appraisal of some one who was seeking to befriend her for all the wrong
reasons. As far as Rebecca was concerned I think Shirley had at last
found someone whom with time could be counted on as a true friend. The
fact that she was so knowledgeable of my own leanings, though it played
a part was not of paramount importance in Shirley's decision to accept
Rebecca and welcome her so readily.

As I watched them chatting when I wasn't an immediate part of the
present conversation, I could see that not only did Shirley like
Rebecca enormously, she also trusted her. To be able to win Shirley's
trust in such a short time was no mean feat and showed just how genuine
and lovely Rebecca really was. As the evening went on we were taking it
in turns to go to the bar and more than once, whoever was at the bar,
myself included, would find themselves being chatted up by fella's.
Who, as usual, seemed to spend the whole evening wanting to do nothing
more than prop the bar up with their mates? Drinking far too much then
going home to wank over fantasies of what would have happened if only
the right girl had been there for them to pick up. While I found it
mildly amusing to be chatted up, Shirley and Rebecca found it hilarious
each time I went to the bar and was accosted by a pimply youth. I would
rejoin them only to be ribbed something rotten about my poor choice of
suitor, it was all done in good humour and I took it that way, I had no
intention of becoming involved in any way with men and both the girls
knew that. We were all getting just a little bit tipsy but we were
having a great time, really getting to know each other, discovering to
our amazement that Rebecca's likes and dislikes were very similar to my
own and Shirley's. I of course was ecstatic, to be in the company of
two beautiful women would be wonderful at any time. But to be able to
enjoy their company while dressed as Kate, and in a crowded pub where
everyone else thought I was an attractive girl too was wild. I was
having so much fun and enjoying myself so much that I'd almost
forgotten about the statue of Katelina. I suppose I could have blamed
the drinks but the truth of it was I was basically just having a ball.

It was Rebecca who brought the statue into the conversation once more,
she looked really deep in thought and when I asked her if she was all
right she told me she was still trying to figure out what it was about
the whole thing that we were all missing. She was certain that it was
something really important as well as being obvious, but it was so
obvious that none of us could see it for looking. Over the next half
hour or so the evening began to wind down a bit as lots of the other
customers made their way off to the night-clubs and the pub began to
empty out a fair bit. A few die-hards were still at the bar trying to
convince Shirley Rebecca and I to go on to a club with them, but the
three of us were of the opinion that we would be far better off either
staying in the pub or making our way home. It wasn't that late but I
think we were all feeling the effects of the excitement of the last few
days, at least I know I was.

I knew from the glint in Shirley's eyes that she was about to start
winding them up, possibly by flirting outrageously with them before
dumping them flat on their faces. I thought that, given the situation,
it was probably not a good idea, not tonight anyway so I declared that
it was time that we were on our way home, we could carry on chatting
and drinking there if we wanted to. Finishing up our drinks, we
collected our handbags and went to the loo before we left. This time it
was Rebecca who quietly reminded me to sit down to use the loo, once
again, inside the cubicle, as I pulled up my skirt and slipped my
panties down I discovered I had an erection. Although I was frequently
aware that my cock was hard and stiff I had been having such a great
time that I had become used to it and seeing it poking out erect and
proud almost tempted me to do something with it there and then. I
decided that it would be much better if I waited until I got home,
after all, if I was this excited, then who knows, perhaps Shirley might
be feeling randy too.

Back in the bar we made ourselves ready to leave while Shirley phoned
for a taxi, it was a shame that we hadn't brought our coats after all,
I thought it might have been nice if we had all walked home together
arm in arm. Although it was cold and frosty outside, it was a lovely
clear fresh night and it would have been a perfect way to end the
evening. By now there were very few people left in the pub, most of
those remaining were just finishing their drinks and waiting for their
rides home or to the clubs in town. After a few moments a bloke of
about fifty poked his head around the front door and called out that he
was a driver looking for his fare.

One girl from another group asked if he was there for them but when she
gave her name he said no. Shirley called out our name and the driver
nodded then went back out to his car. As we followed him the first girl
that had spoken to the driver called me a 'tart' as I walked past,
she'd had lots to drink and was obviously annoyed that the cab wasn't
for her. I turned back to her and quietly enough for her and no one
else to hear, and in my normal male voice I said "I very much doubt it
darling, but thanks for the lovely compliment anyway!" Her face was an
absolute picture, I knew that I shouldn't have said anything but I just
couldn't resist it and to see her standing there in shock with her
mouth opening and closing like a goldfish made it all the more
satisfying and worthwhile.

SIX

I carried on, rejoining the girls and as soon as we were outside we
climbed into the taxi and were soon on our way home. Shirley asked me
what I had said to the girl and why and when I told her she and Rebecca
laughed until the tears were tripping them. The poor driver didn't know
what was going on and just shook his head muttering something about
pissed up girls under his breath. We were still giggling like
schoolgirls when we pulled up outside the house, this time Rebecca paid
despite Shirley telling her she didn't have to. Two minutes later we
were still standing on the step trying to get Shirley to stop laughing
so much so that she could get the front door unlocked. Eventually I had
to take the keys from her and stood on the step in her place as Shirley
stepped down to stand next to Rebecca. I soon had the door open and as
I turned to usher them inside I noticed that it had suddenly gone
peculiarly quiet. They were both looking at me; eyes wide open in
astonishment, "What's wrong, what is it?" I asked, "Why are you looking
at me like that?" "Look! It's all around you," gasped Shirley, "It's
like nothing I've ever seen before!" "What is, tell me will you!" I was
getting worried and an icy finger of fear traced its way up my spine.

"It's beautiful," whispered Rebecca, then she suddenly exclaimed, "It's
the moon, the moon has come out and it's full, it's a full moon!" "You
don't mean.....?" Shirley started, "Yes that's it, that's what has been
missing, that's what we couldn't see earlier." Rebecca was ecstatic,
"Don't you see, Sam must be the chosen one, the moon glow proves it,
and it must mean that whatever needs to be done must be done tonight."
"What moon glow, what are you two loonies on about?" I was no longer
scared but I still didn't have a clue as to what they were on about.
Perhaps it was the drinks I'd had or maybe I was just being a bit thick
or something. Shirley seemed to have grasped immediately what Rebecca
was saying and the looks on their faces were a true picture of wonder
and amazement. "But what do we do and what happens when we do it?"
asked Shirley, "I don't know," said Rebecca, "but I can't wait to find
out, come on quick lets get inside and see if we can't work it all
out." "Will one of you please tell me what the bloody hell is going on,
you're acting like a couple of complete nutters!" I was exasperated
with them. "Let's do as Rebecca suggested, let's go inside and we'll
tell you what happened and what we believe it all means." Shirley said
by now calm and collected as usual.

We went inside, quickly sobering up as we did so. Not that any of us
were drunk but we'd had a few drinks and were quite merry. I wasn't too
sure what was going on here, but I had to admit that my curiosity was
definitely getting the better of me. Once inside Shirley asked me to
put the kettle on and make hot drinks while she and Rebecca tried to
work out the reason behind everything that had happened and what it all
really meant, then perhaps try to formulate some sort of plan. Quite
happy to be out of the way until they had sorted everything into some
form of comprehensible explanation, I busied myself in the kitchen
making snack sandwiches and hot drinks.

They were still discussing things when I finally re-entered the living
room. The statue of Kate was once more on the coffee table in front of
them and they were going over Shirley's written account of what I'd
told her, while at the same time making what appeared to be a list or
notes of some kind. As I placed the tray on the coffee table next to
the statue, Shirley glanced up and her face suddenly lit up in
surprise. "Good God Rebecca, I think you are right, look at that." She
looked in the direction Shirley indicated then jumped up from the sofa
and went over to turn the main lights out. I saw it but I could hardly
believe it. The statue had begun to glow with a silvery blue light,
although it had been faint and barely visible in the bright room
lighting, once they had been switched off it was really quite strong
and noticeable. I moved towards the statue to touch it and the light
became stronger and brighter, at the same time I could see that a
similar light was beginning to shine from my hand and arm, the nearer I
got to the statue the stronger the light became.

Rebecca switched the room lights back on and returned to her seat next
to Shirley. The strange aura was barely visible now that the light was
back on and somewhat confused by everything that was happening I sank
down onto the rug on the opposite side of the table to the girls. They
were still discussing what was happening and I began to feel a little
left out of things. So once again I reached for the statue of Kate to
look at her and to wonder at her beauty as well as to puzzle over the
strange aura of colour that surrounded her. Slowly I became aware that
the quiet but excited conversation between Shirley and Rebecca had
ceased and as I glanced up at them I found them both watching me and
smiling radiantly.

"We think we know what is happening and why, and also what we can do
about it. How to do it, and what we think will happen afterwards."
Shirley was confident as she spoke; which from experience I knew to
mean that she was probably right about whatever it was that she was
saying. She looked at Rebecca and smiled, she returned her smile then
nodded and reached for Shirley's hand holding it tightly as Shirley
continued to speak while looking directly at me. "Okay then, you know
all about what happened to Katalina and Lorani, and you also know that
she swore an oath to the Gods before she died of a broken heart," She
waited until I'd nodded before continuing, "Well what Rebecca and I
think is this...."

I listened amazed as she told me what they thought was the reason
behind everything that had happened over the last few days. Shirley
explained that Old Mary had been charged by the spirit of Katalina to
search for a suitable envoy for her spirit to guide and show the way in
order for them to free Lorani's soul from the moonstone statue. Then at
last they would be reunited and joined together in peace for all
eternity. The old lady had chosen me according to the words Katalina
had spoken in her oath to the Gods. 'Be thou not what ye may seem'.
That much at least made sense, when Old Mary had appeared I was not
what I seemed to be. I had looked like and was dressed as a girl, what
with my pretty clothes and my hair and make-up but I was really a man.
She knew this of course and it was confirmed to her when she placed her
hand on the back of mine when I stood at her stall in the market.

This was the reason then as to why she had given me the beautiful
statue, so that she, Katalina, could be in direct contact with me
through the statue that bore her image. It was all beginning to make
sense, it was amazing and fantastic but it made sense. When I had been
alone with the statue after our return from Manchester and was trying
to read the words on the plinth, that was when Katalina's spirit had
come to me and taken me on the journey to her world. She must have
recognised in me a kindred spirit and had decided that I was to be the
'chosen one' who would reunite the long dead lover's souls. That was
why she had taken me on the journey to her world. To show me what had
happened and how unjust and cruel it had been for Lorani to have been
committed to spend all eternity trapped inside the statue of Katalina,
much like the spirit of my own Kate was trapped inside me. Although it
wasn't quite the same because I could free the feminine side of my
character almost at will, whereas Lorani had been trapped for ages
untold.

On the journey with Katalina I had been shown how I could free Lorani
from his bondage, I'd also been told of my reward, all that seemed
necessary to do now was to set them free and then, if I wanted to, I
could claim the reward due to me. But what exactly was the reward, it
was still unclear to me. It was not however, unclear to either Rebecca
or Shirley, it appeared that some how they had worked out what the
reward was and surprisingly they both appeared to be more than happy
that the reward was indeed what they thought it might be. Shirley
reminded me that when Katalina had sworn the oath at the ceremony of
the moon she had said, "Release us both from this torment and I will
give you my beauty as reward for I have nothing else to give...." I
understood that much at least, then Shirley went on to explain that the
reason I had been chosen was because deep down I was the same as
Katalina. She thought that, 'her beauty as reward', meant that somehow
my facial features would change from the way I looked now to becoming
the image of Katalina.

I found this all rather difficult to believe, but I knew deep down
inside that it would be a blessing if it were possible for me to look
anywhere near as beautiful as I knew Katalina had been. Even if I had
never seen her spirit I had only to look at her statue to know how
incredibly beautiful and stunning she was. I just stuttered, "But how,
and even if I did change what would become of you and me? Everything
would be different; you'd have a husband who looked like a woman from
the neck up but like a man from the neck down. How on earth could we
make that work? "Well," said Shirley, "Perhaps it would be that you
would only change when there was a full moon and the rest of the time
you would still be Sam, just think of the fun we could have then!"
Rebecca and Shirley looked at each other, then Shirley spoke again.
"We've watched you over the last couple of days and Rebecca has quickly
come to realise something that I have known for a long time now. We
both agree that you would be far happier if you looked like Katalina,
even if it was just when there was a full moon, just think how gorgeous
Kate would look then when she was dressed up.

Rebecca said, "Think of it this way, not only would you be setting both
Katalina and Lorani free but in a way you would be setting yourself
free too!" Shirley added, "To be perfectly honest, I prefer you as Kate
anyway, you are altogether a much nicer person, you become far more
thoughtful and a lot more pleasant to be with." Rebecca nodded her
agreement while Shirley went on to say, "If the decision were ours we
wouldn't hesitate to get you to set them free and to claim the reward.
But as it is you who needs to make the decision we can only tell you
how we feel and then leave it up to you." Rebecca then said, "Just
think, you would finally have the looks to become what and who you have
always wanted to be, and besides you'd never need to worry about people
discovering your secret anymore. With Katalina's looks no one in their
right mind could ever accuse you of being a fella dressed up. Remember
this too, although you look pretty now when you are dressed and made
up, it's going to get a lot harder for you to look as feminine as you
do now as you get older and your masculine features become more
defined."

Shirley agreed and said, "Whether it works or not and there is no
guarantee that it will, you will always have me beside you, and I will
always love you no matter what. Rebecca will always be our friend too
regardless of what happens." Rebecca nodded emphatically as Shirley
continued, "Can you imagine what it would be like to look like a
beautiful woman all the time and not just for a few stolen hours, with
or without make-up. Look at yourself now, you look really pretty in
your make-up and clothes, do you really want the day to come in the
future when no matter what you do you'd still only look like a man in
drag? Because one day when you are older it will probably happen and I
know you wouldn't be able to take the disappointment."

My head was spinning and I had to sit down, I could hardly believe that
this was happening. Here was my wife telling me that she would prefer
me to look like Katalina rather than myself if only because she knew
that some day I'd lose my youthfulness and not look pretty anymore as
Kate. I felt a stab of hurt that Sam wasn't liked quite as much as I
thought, although I knew Shirley still loved me deeply, but even I had
to admit that I had become a little bit set in my ways if not boring
and predictable. Well, if what the girls thought would happen was true
then all that would change, my life would be very different from then
on, and I'd never need to have to worry about disguising myself with
make-up ever again.

Throughout my life I'd often wondered what it would be like if I looked
more like a girl instead of a boy and it looked as though I might be
about to find out. It was really strange, I felt as though a great
weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I just looked at Shirley
with a big dopey grin and a fat wet tear rolling down my cheek. "I take
it this means you have decided to go ahead with this," asked Shirley.
"My only concern is that I'm not one hundred percent sure about the
reward, what happens if you and Rebecca are wrong, but I do think it
would be tragic and very wrong of me to allow Lorani and Katalina to
remain separated. Especially as I seem to be the only one who can
reunite them, God only knows how long they have been searching for
someone to set them free!" "Come on, let's do it anyway," said Rebecca,
"We never know, you may get to see Katalina again, then you can ask her
what will happen to you if you claim the reward." They both sounded
pretty confident that everything would work out just fine and so I told
them I would do it. The only problem was, just what it was that I was
supposed to do?

SEVEN

It was now nearly midnight and we'd been home for about an hour.
Rebecca suggested that if we were going to do something then we ought
to get a move on, as far as she could work out it was at midnight that
everything was supposed to be happening. This news didn't leave me a
lot of time to have a change of heart and so I allowed myself to be
directed and guided by Shirley and Rebecca who believed they knew what
to do. Although it was very cold outside it was decided that whatever
we had to do should be done in the garden at the rear of the house. The
garden was totally secluded so no matter what happened we wouldn't be
seen by anyone. Not that anyone would be watching out for three loonies
messing about in a freezing cold garden at that time of the night.

Before we went outside Shirley told me that I had better strip off to
my lacy panties just in case my clothes interfered with proceedings,
she suggested I wear just my coat against the cold, although I thought
she must be mad, I complied with her suggestion 'just in case'. After
all there was no telling what would happen to me out there in the cold
night, I just hoped that whatever did happen wouldn't take too long. I
soon stripped off and I noticed Rebecca watching me with interest, as
my slim body became almost naked, she smiled saying, "You're not
embarrassed are you? You shouldn't be anyway, I've seen your body
before and it's very nice, I wish I was as slim as you." She smiled
mischievously at Shirley and I couldn't help wondering what, if
anything, was going on between them.

After I had put my coat and shoes back on I moved over to the drinks
cabinet. "I don't know about you two but I could use a drink, how about
it?" They both said yes and after I'd poured them we were standing
holding the drinks in front of us when Shirley said, "To Katalina and
Lorani, may they be reunited for all eternity and to Sam for making it
happen." We toasted them and then drank the fiery liquid down in one
gulp.

It was barely two minutes to midnight now and taking control Shirley
suggested that we move out into the garden. Rebecca carefully picked up
the statue of Katalina, and as Shirley opened the door and I pulled my
coat tightly around me, we stepped out into the cold dark garden. We
stood quietly in the centre of the lawn wondering what to do next. It
was very dark. The clouds were scudding overhead in the fresh breeze
but somehow it didn't seem to be quite as cold as it had felt earlier
despite the fact that I was wearing only creamy white lace panties,
high heeled shoes and my coat.

Rebecca passed me the statue which immediately began to glow again,
then leaving me standing in the centre of the lawn the two girls backed
off until they were a couple of yards away from me. They stood watching
me with their arms linked together and an air of expectancy about them.
I looked at Shirley and she smiled beautifully, telling me that she
loved me very much and that she would always be here for me. Rebecca
smiled too and wished me well and good luck, she told me not to worry,
that everything would be fine. I felt all warm and tingly inside
knowing that whatever happened I would always have Shirley's love and
Rebecca's friendship to keep me safe from harm.

A few more moments passed and it was suddenly very bright as the moon
showed itself as if on cue from behind the clouds. Strangely the sky
was now clear, apart from the huge bright full moon and the twinkling
stars there was not a cloud to be seen anywhere. The silvery blue glow
emanating from the statue became a bright white light the moment that
the moonlight bathed us in its crisp clear rays. From somewhere beyond
the brightness I heard Shirley urgently calling to me, "Now Sam, say it
now!" I lifted the increasingly heavy statue, holding it out towards
the spectacular moon and I called out clear and loud, "Katalina,
Katalina, Katalina!" Instantly the weight in the statue was gone though
I knew I was still holding it. I felt a surge of energy and the light
surrounding me became so intense that I had to close my eyes tightly. I
felt as light as air and no longer cold, I could feel the warmth of the
air around me, caressing my bare skin, my coat was gone and I felt
naked and more alive than ever before.

As the strength of the light diminished, I found myself standing on the
cliff-tops where the altar had been when I had first journeyed with
Katalina. All the greyness I had experienced last time was gone and
almost as though it was a midsummer's day I could see the vivid colour
of the landscape around me. The grass was lush and green and the
strange but beautiful flowers were a kaleidoscope of blazing colour. I
looked out over the cliffs and saw the vast blue ocean, its white
crested waves rippling in the bright glare of the moonlight. Someone
called my name and I turned to look behind me. Standing there hand in
hand were Katalina and Lorani, they were beautiful and they were
together at last, their smiles were beaming they kept looking at each
other and then at me. Nothing was said for a few seconds, then letting
go of Katalina's hand Lorani stepped forward and gently placed his hand
on my shoulder. He looked me straight in the eye and smiling gently he
said, "I do not know of the words that could describe my thanks to you
for what you have done for us, May you always live in peace, health and
happiness, thank you." I couldn't think of anything to say except, "No
problem!" Pretty daft I know but I wasn't used to this sort of thing
happening, it's not everyday you rescue someone's soul and reunite them
with a long lost love!

Lorani returned to Katalina's side and placed his arm around her naked
waist; they looked at each other and smiled with a happiness that can
only be imagined. Almost imperceptibly they nodded at one another and
then Katalina was standing in front of me, her beautiful body so close
I could feel the warmth of her soul, her perfect breasts were only
inches from my chest at she looked at me, smiling wonderfully. She
reached up and placed her hands gently on my face, her touch feather
light and sensual. "Thank you Simon, you have succeeded where those
before you have failed, truly you are blessed with love and are the
chosen one. Here is your reward, it will not harm you." She kissed me
then, not on the cheeks but fully, softly and wonderfully right on my
lips. I began to feel light headed and warm through to my very inner
being. "Go in peace and be happy, return home to Shirley and love her
always. Farewell Simon."

Those words were the last I heard as I was once again enveloped in pure
bright whiteness. I could see nothing in the harsh glare of the light
that surrounded me, my body felt as though it had been charged with
electricity. I could feel the energy coursing through my veins and my
skin tingled, sensitive to the strange elements surrounding me. Slowly
the light dimmed and I had the strange sensation that I was falling
through a void. I could almost feel the air rushing past as I continued
on, down and down, endlessly dropping as though through time itself.
All the while the light became dimmer until there was only darkness
left. I felt myself slowing down as though I had been riding in an
express lift that had reached it's destination, for a brief second
there was a bright flash of light then only the inky black darkness as
I slipped into unconsciousness.

EIGHT

Something in the dark recesses of my mind told me it was time to wake
up. I didn't want to, I felt too tired, I wanted to stay asleep
forever, I told myself to stay where I was, not to go towards
wakefulness. Please, just a few more minutes; let me be, I don't want
to wake up yet. I suppose I must have drifted off again and later when
my body was rested, I obeyed when my subconscious told me it was time
to wake up. I gradually became aware of the fact that I was in a bed, I
was warm and comfortable and snug and the soft clean bedlinen felt
marvellous against my bare skin. With my eyes still closed I became
alert to the soft noises in the room, someone moving about quietly as
though trying not to disturb me. I heard a click and the swish of air
as the door opened and soft footfalls entered the room.

I heard whispering from somewhere near the bed and wondered who might
be there. I tried to open my eyes and discovered I couldn't, there was
something lying over my upper face, warm and moist, not unpleasant but
slightly claustrophobic. I moved my arm in an attempt to remove
whatever was on my face bringing a reaction from the others in the
room. A softly spoken, gentle whisper. "Simon, are you awake," I was
instantly relieved to hear and recognise Shirley's voice, but I
couldn't answer her, my mouth was dry and my tongue felt gritty and
swollen. "Turn the lights off please Rebecca, we don't want to hurt his
eyes." I heard a click, then the flick of a cigarette lighter as though
someone was lighting a cigarette or a candle. "Lie still darling, take
it slowly, relax and let us take care of things for you." I had been
trying to raise my arm to remove the covering over my eyes, but I felt
too weak to do so, it was a really weird feeling.

I heard Rebecca's voice then; "Here Shirley let me help, keep your eyes
closed Simon just while I take the towel off." I managed a grunt,
relieved that Shirley and Rebecca were with me. Though I couldn't
understand why I should feel relief. The darkness behind my eyelids
became slightly less black as the towel was gently lifted clear from my
eyes and my face was dabbed softly with a dry tissue, which gently
stroked across my forehead and eyelids. I waited a few seconds before
trying to open my eyes, when I did they felt scratchy and grainy as
though I had slept for ages. Once they were open I could see both
Shirley and Rebecca smiling down at me, they both looked tired, really
tired and Shirley's face was etched with worry and concern.

I was so very glad to see them; especially Shirley and I tried to speak
to her. My mouth and throat felt too thick and furry and I could only
make little noises that wouldn't be shaped into words. Rebecca offered
me a plastic cup full of juice with a straw in it and placed the tip of
the straw against my dry lips. Eagerly I began to suck the delicious
liquid into my throat. After I had managed to swallow about one third
of the fluid Rebecca pulled the straw and the cup away and told me to
slow down, I could have another drink in a few more minutes. Meanwhile
Shirley had reached under the bedclothes, which were pulled right up to
my neck leaving only my head exposed and had sought out and found my
hand which she held tightly as she waited for me to finish drinking and
to wake up fully.

I didn't recognise the bedroom, it wasn't mine and Shirley's, so I
assumed that as Rebecca was here with us that it must have been hers
and that for some reason we were in her house and not our own. Shirley
saw me looking around and said, "We are at Rebecca place, we brought
you here as soon as you re-appeared because of all the attention our
house was getting from the neighbours." She must have seen a quizzical
look on my face and she continued, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll tell
you all about it as soon as you are a bit stronger, what you need now
is some rest." I'd never felt less like resting; I wanted to know what
she had meant about the house and why I was in bed and feeling so weak.

Rebecca stood next to Shirley and gently laid an arm across her
shoulders, "It's you that needs to rest Shirley, You've been awake now
almost non stop for days, it's obvious Simon is going to be okay now so
why don't you go and lie down and get some sleep." I didn't miss
Rebecca's reference to the days Shirley had been without a proper sleep
and I wondered what the Hell had happened. I tried to speak but though
my throat felt much easier, I still couldn't make myself understood.
Shirley offered me the drink again and I took the straw between my lips
and gratefully began to suck up the juice. Once my throat was wet I let
the straw go and asked what had happened, my voice was a bit squeaky
and gravely but I managed at last to get the words formed and out of my
mouth.

"Oh Sam, it was wonderful," began Shirley, then Rebecca quickly
interrupted, "We saw her, we saw Katalina, God she was beautiful, she
spoke to us after you'd gone and told us what we would need to do. I
nearly wet myself when she appeared right there in front of us." All
this came out in a rush, she was obviously very excited and Shirley
smiled as she told Rebecca to calm down a bit. "Let's just say it was
very unusual," said Shirley, "We'll tell you all about it in detail
later but for now I'll just give you an outline of what happened okay?"
I nodded and though I desperately wanted to know the whole story, I was
beginning to tire and I knew that despite myself I wouldn't be able to
stay awake for long.

Shirley began to tell me how, when we were standing in the garden, that
she had called to me to say Katalina's name three times as we'd
planned. They, Shirley and Rebecca, had then watched fascinated as,
bathed in the glow of the statue I had raised it up towards the moon
and repeated the name Katalina three times. The light had then become
so much stronger that they'd had to shield their eyes to protect them.
Incredibly as they watched, a shaft of light appeared spiking into the
clear night sky further than they could see and I began to rise off the
ground still holding the statue aloft and had seemed to hover a few
feet from the floor.

Suddenly, and with a super bright flash, the shaft of light compacted
down into me and in the blink of an eye the statue and me were gone and
all was in darkness yet again. Shirley and Rebecca had been stunned and
were shocked to discover I had disappeared altogether, they stood
hugging each other waiting for something to happen, when a small
shining light appeared and hovered over the spot where a few seconds
before I had been standing with the statue.

The moving dancing spot of light had slowed and stilled then stopped
about four feet from the ground and a few feet away from the nervous
girls. Slowly the light changed shape and became the image of Katalina,
standing naked and proud before them. She spoke to them softly, telling
them that I was all right and that there was no need to worry, that all
would be well and that I was quite safe and would return soon. She
added that when I came back I would need tender care for a while and
though I might appear to be in great pain I would in fact not be able
to feel anything at all. They were to keep me warm and covered and to
make sure I took plenty of fluids, as I would need them to help me to
recover more quickly.

After Shirley and Rebecca had agreed to her instructions, Katalina had
thanked them, as she knew that without their love for me then I
couldn't have been the chosen one. It was their love that was seeing
the whole thing through and that without it none of this would have
been possible. Katalina thanked them again and wished them farewell;
saying as she parted that the golden chains binding Lorani had been
broken and were now theirs to do with as they wished. Once more she
wished them happiness and with a last beautiful smile slowly faded away
to nothing.

With a bright flash a hole appeared in the air right in front of them,
rimmed with red and glowing magically it was as black as could be
inside and hovered just in front of the two entranced women. After half
a minute when nothing had happened, Rebecca had stepped forward for a
closer look when they both heard the clank and clatter of metal as
though someone was rattling a chain nearby. Shirley immediately pulled
Rebecca to safety just as there was a bright yellow flash from the hole
in the air and suddenly half a link of chain dropped as if from nowhere
out of the hole to land with a dull thud on the lawn before them.

This time as Shirley crept closer to see what it was there was a soft
roar which grew steadily louder and louder until a great pile of broken
links of golden chain cascaded from the hole and fell noisily rattling
and clanking into a pile on the grass. After a few seconds it stopped
but not before a great pile of pieces of yellow metal had formed on the
dewy frosty grass in front of the girls. With a noise like a giant
zipper being pulled the hole in the air through which the chains had
appeared suddenly closed up tight and the redness around the edges
disappeared. Once they had got over the initial shock the two excited
women spent the next few minutes scurrying back and forth to the house
carrying as much of the chain as they could manage, until all that was
left were the dents in the lawn where the broken links of gold had
landed. Not knowing what else to do with the soft yellow metal they had
hidden it all inside the dry food larder in the kitchen where we
normally kept the flour and sugar and suchlike.

I asked how much there was and what it was like so Shirley reached into
a canvas bag next to the bed and lifted out a piece of the chain to
show to me. It was about one inch in diameter and about four inches
long. Judging by its shape the whole link must have been about seven or
eight inches around its length. It looked heavy and Shirley said that
once they had got a chance they had weighed the scrap pieces of gold on
the bathroom scales and had come up with a rough total of how much
there was altogether. "Well come on then tell me, how much was there?"
I was brimming with curiosity. "Well," said Shirley, "This is only a
rough estimate but altogether there is about four hundred and fifty
pounds of solid gold!" I gasped at the enormity of the amount, it must
be worth millions, and then I remembered that Lorani had been carrying
all this for ages untold and the very thought brought me back to
reality with a bump.

Rebecca and Shirley had huge grins on their faces, I was simply
stunned, but there was more to come. Shirley continued with the tale of
what had happened. When she and Rebecca had put all the metal in the
house they got back to the garden to find me lying on the grass
unconscious and naked and clutching the statue of Katalina. Their first
concern had been for me and they had carried me between them into the
house then laid me on the couch in the living room before wrapping me
up in warm blankets. Rebecca had carefully checked me over to make sure
I was okay while Shirley had watched anxiously. As soon as she had
decided that I was all right she left Shirley to watch over me and then
went back into the garden to fetch the statue. Bending down to pick it
up Rebecca noticed that there was something different about the statue.
It was so heavy that she was barely able to lift it but eventually she
succeeded and with a struggle carried it into the house where she
placed it on the counter top in the kitchen.

Rebecca called for Shirley to come and see the statue and, as if the
golden chain wasn't enough, somehow the statue had been changed from
moonstone into what appeared to be solid platinum. They were completely
dumbstruck, if anything the statue of Katalina was even more beautiful
than before and was obviously worth a huge amount of money. Not that
she would ever consider selling it though. I asked her where it was and
Shirley told me to hold on a second. On a tea trolley, which creaked
ominously as she pushed it towards the bed where I could see it, stood
the statue. It was magnificent, perfect in every detail and glowing
silvery white in the light of the candles. I couldn't see what it was
made from now but it looked incredible. This was all too much and I
closed my eyes for a moment to take it all in. Shirley immediately
declared that I should get some rest and despite my protestations
tucked me up firmly in the bed and kissed me gently before the two
lovely girls left the room blowing out the candles as they went. I
think I was asleep before the door closed behind them.

NINE

Sometime later I woke up, it was now daytime, I could see the light
behind the curtains and I could also see Shirley sitting in an armchair
next to the bed, writing something down in a large notebook. She must
have sensed that I had woken up because she looked up at me and smiled,
"Hello sleepy head," she said, closing the notebook and standing up
next to me. Leaning over she kissed me on the forehead and smiled
again, "How are you feeling now darling, are you okay?" I nodded still
a bit groggy from my sleep, "You just lie there and try not to move
about too much until you get your bearings, okay?" I nodded again as
Shirley went to the bedroom door to call Rebecca. I could hear her
running up the stairs and fully expected another rush of questions as
soon as she saw that I was awake. I felt good, really good, and now
that I was almost fully awake I felt rested and relaxed and more than
ready to get up and about.

Shirley looked at me again and asked how I was feeling, once I had told
her she agreed that I was looking surprisingly well and said that after
we'd had a bit of a chat that there was no reason why I shouldn't get
up out of the bed. "There shouldn't be any problem at all with that at
all," added Rebecca, as she bounced into the bedroom like Tigger and
gave me a lovely warm hug and a kiss on my cheek. When I asked why I
couldn't get up first and then we could chat she said simply that there
were things that I needed to be told before I got up from the bed and
that hopefully it shouldn't take too long. I hoped not, the warmth of
the bed and the weight of the bedclothes was becoming stifling. Rebecca
noticed that I looked uncomfortable and opened the bedroom windows for
me. I was about to sit up in bed but Shirley gently pressed a hand
against my shoulder and asked me to wait a minute; there were things
she needed to say to me first.

She was still smiling so I wasn't unduly worried or concerned, and as
the open windows were helping me to feel less stifled I lay back
relaxing until she was ready to speak. "Go on Shirley, tell him, it's
not fair to keep him waiting like this." Rebecca was looking radiant
and smiling fit to burst. I was just beginning to wonder what was going
on when Shirley began to speak. "Remember how we discussed what the
reward might be before you went off to free Lorani and to re-unite him
with Katalina?" I told her I did, wondering what she was leading up to.
"Well we were only partly right about what might happen!" She asked me
if I remembered her telling me about the golden chain links and how the
statue of Kate had changed. I told that I did and that as it must have
only been a couple of hours since she told me so why should I not
remember? Shirley glanced at Rebecca and then back at me. "It wasn't
just a few hours ago my love, it was four days ago, you've been asleep
since then." "Fuck me!" I said, totally surprised and taken aback. "We
can do that later," she said with a laugh, "but only if you are up to
it though."

"Four days, how can that be? Hadn't I already slept for ages before
that, my God, just how long is it then since we came back from the pub
and went into the garden?" Shirley spoke quietly, "It's been quite some
time, but you definitely needed the rest, you've been through a lot and
your body needed time to recuperate as it progressed through the
changes." "What do you mean changes?" I asked almost afraid of the
answer. Shirley began to tell me what had happened since I had
reappeared that cold night when I went off to free Lorani.

I could hardly believe my ears and was absolutely stunned as what she
said began to sink in. "Since you came back and we carried you first
into our house, then, when we got the chance, here to Rebecca's, you
have undergone what I can only describe as a complete metamorphosis,
much like a butterfly but without the cocoon." Shirley paused. "You
mean my face has changed don't you?" I said. "No my darling, you've
changed completely, well almost completely anyway." She corrected
herself. "After you were settled here, Rebecca noticed that your hand
was bruising and when I looked I could tell that somehow it had become
smaller and slimmer and the bruising was the result of the changing or
shrinking of your hand." She looked up at Rebecca who nodded. "As the
days passed we kept checking you over and during the course of time
your whole body became bruised and a little swollen at first, then the
massive bruising came through as you seemed to lose weight or appeared
to grow smaller if that makes any sense."

My head was beginning to spin but I had to hear everything she had to
say to me. "Eventually you were bruised from head to toe as your
transformation took place. After a couple of more days the bruises
began to disappear almost in the same order in which they had
originally appeared. Your hands and feet first, then your arms and legs
and finally your head and upper and lower body." She smiled again and
took a long breath before continuing. "You were really something to see
when you were covered in the bruises, if it hadn't been for the fact
that Rebecca is a nurse and kept reassuring me that everything was
going to be all right, I would probably have panicked."

Rebecca spoke now for the first time. "Shirley was in a right state and
it was only when I promised to get a doctor in to look at you if your
condition appeared to deteriorate, even fractionally, that Shirley
began to calm down and trust me." Rebecca grinned, "You were so swollen
and bruised that if a doctor had come to check on you he would probably
have had you in a hospital bed within the hour and we'd have probably
gone straight to jail." Shirley smiled at Rebecca then picked up the
thread of what she had been saying, "Once the bruising and the swelling
finally began to disappear it became patently obvious that you had
undergone a massive and complete transformation into what you have now
become."

I was trembling as I asked, "And just what is it that I have become?"
"We thought you might ask that so we have prepared some photographs for
you of the stages that you have been through so that hopefully the
shock won't be too great. We took one photo on the hour every hour
since you came back to me so there are quite a few of them, luckily
Rebecca thought to number them otherwise they would get all mixed up
and out of order. I have spent the last day or so putting them into the
correct sequence in photo albums so that you can see them clearly."
Shirley pointed at a stack of albums on the dressing table. There were
lots of them and I wondered once more just how long I had been in bed.
"Just how long is it exactly that I have been here in this bed?" "Well
including the last four days, altogether it's been nineteen days now
since you came back to me!" I was totally stunned by that, I'd expected
Shirley to say I'd been here five or six days at the most, but nineteen
days, it was unbelievable. "How do you feel about all this?" asked
Shirley. "Well to be honest I'm completely and utterly stunned," I
replied, "I'm almost afraid to look at myself now, can't I just stay
here in bed?" Rebecca laughed softly, "No you can't, and besides
there's absolutely no reason for you to be afraid to look at yourself,
because you look wonderful."

Shirley asked me if I would rather take a look at the photographs in
the albums or simply get up and take a look at myself in the mirror.
"At least that way you would be able to see the new you all in one go
rather than bit by bit in the photo's, which could be a bit scary. Do
you want some time to think about it?" I had already made up my mind.
After all I could always look at the photographs later. "I'll get up
and look in the mirror," I said. "Are you sure sweetheart?" "About as
sure as I'll ever be, can you help me up please before I change my
mind?" "Hold on a second, put this over your eyes then you won't spoil
the surprise." Shirley gave me a silk scarf and I tied it over my eyes
like a blindfold. "Are you ready?" Shirley asked when I nodded she and
Rebecca pulled the bedclothes away and helped me slowly from the bed.
The air was quite cold as the windows were still open and the sudden
chill gave me goosebumps.

TEN

I felt really strange as I allowed myself to be led over to where,
presumably, the mirror was. Sort of unbalanced and wobbly, yet I felt
okay, my chest felt heavy and I could feel something tickling my bare
backside. The girls stopped me and turned me slightly to face the
proper direction. "Whatever you do don't be frightened, no matter what
happens now or in the future I will always love you and I will always
be here for you. Nothing will ever change that I promise, do you
believe me?" I said I did and then I could feel her untying the knot at
the back of the scarf. I closed my eyes, extremely nervous of what I
was about to see. What had happened to me, what had I become? Would I
like myself, would I be able to cope with what I had become, how would
Shirley and I be able to work things out together, I began to feel
afraid for us both, then I thought about what she had just said to me
and I felt stronger.

The blindfold came off but I kept my eyes closed, perhaps I had made a
mistake, I wondered if I should have looked at the photo's first then
it all wouldn't come as too much of a shock. "Open your eyes my
darling, I hope you like what you see because I do, I love you even
more now than ever before." Slowly I opened my eyes and I was stunned,
the reflection looking back wasn't me but a strikingly beautiful woman
perfect in every detail, I staggered slightly with the enormous shock
of it all and the girls immediately came closer and supported me gently
by my elbows. "Don't be afraid, we are here for you," Rebecca said
softly, "You'll never be alone, we'll be together the three of us
always." I had closed my eyes but the image of the woman in the mirror
was etched onto my eyelids. "Look at yourself babe' you're beautiful,
go on look, and don't be scared." Shirley gave me a little shake as she
spoke. I looked again and was amazed, I had changed completely, gone
was the drab male body that I'd always known as my own, in its place
was the body of a girl, or rather a beautiful woman and instantly I
loved it. There were no words to describe how I felt as I took in my
reflection. I was totally in awe of myself, how could this be real, how
could I possibly have become so completely feminine. I thought that I
must be hallucinating, this couldn't be happening, could it? It was
absolutely unbelievable, and one hell of a shock, for a few long
minutes I couldn't say a word, I just stared at my new self and slowly
shook my head. It was just awesome. Slowly it began to dawn on me that
the image I saw in the mirror was the new me, and no amount of self-
denial would change me back. I looked at myself critically and was
amazed at who I had become.

I was still slightly taller than Shirley but only by an inch or two. I
now had thick lustrous hair that hung heavily down past my waist, which
was now as narrow as any I had ever seen before. My face had become so
different too, it looked a little like Linda Evangelista's only more
beautiful, but at the same time I could still recognise myself. My new
jade green eyes were perfectly spaced above a gorgeous nose and full
sensuous lips. I had proud cheekbones and a long graceful neck, my ears
were smaller and more delicate and my eyebrows were perfect arabesque
arches. Even my teeth were perfectly white and evenly spaced and my
skin was flawless.

My chest had felt heavy because of the wonderfully shaped firm proud
breasts that now adorned it; my whole frame had become smaller and
unmistakably female. A narrow waist, toned and trim tummy and softly
flared hips. Long elegantly shaped legs ending with narrow ankles and
smaller, daintier feet. Even my hands were smaller with long slim
fingers and long perfectly shaped nails. It was as though I had bloomed
into a beautiful rose from a small unattractive flower. My heart was
beating loudly in my chest as I looked unbelievingly at the new me, I
turned around slowly and saw my pert bum, the tickling I had felt was
my long thick wavy hair brushing gently across my cheeks, even my
shoulders were much narrower than before. My chest and back were much
smaller and completely perfect for my new breasts, tipped as they were
by dark pink nipples. I was mesmerised and couldn't help touching
myself; my nipples stiffened as I cupped my breasts and ran my fingers
down over my flat stomach and wide hips. My skin was smooth, hairless
and as soft as a baby's completely blemish free. I felt incredible and
when I looked at Shirley I saw tears in her eyes, "I'm so happy for you
my darling," she said quietly, "We both are." I turned to face the
mirror again, this time I was aware of a new feeling deep down inside
me. A feeling of awareness and arousal and, as I watched, I both felt
and saw my thick heavy cock engorge and fill with blood, swelling and
thickening, lengthening and hardening until it stood proud and rigid,
jutting out towards my image in the mirror.

It was then I got my final surprise, nestled below my hard cock I could
see that my balls were no longer there and in their place was a
perfectly beautiful, slightly swollen and very moist pussy. "My God," I
exclaimed, "I've got a cock and a pussy!" "We know," gasped Shirley,
all excited for me now, "Isn't it wonderful, just think of all the
fantastic things we'll we will be able to get up to now." I staggered
back to the bed and sat down, my swollen rigid cock still pointing
towards the ceiling. "This is what she meant," I said, "This is what
Katalina meant when she said she would give her beauty as reward." I
felt as though I might go into shock and had to really force myself not
to be overcome by what had happened to me. "That's why she was a
priestess and regarded as so special."

Shirley spoke softly but excitedly, "This was why she was so revered in
her time both as a sage and as a High Priestess, because she too was as
you are now, that's why Lorani's punishment was so severe. " She went
on, becoming even more excited, "We hadn't mentioned it before, any of
us, but the statue is the same too. It only added to her beauty and
didn't detract from it in any way, in fact, she wouldn't have seemed so
beautiful without the twin bulge of her genitals." Shirley suddenly
became very serious and meaningful, "It doesn't mean that you are a
freak or anything, it means you are special, so very special, the
chosen one as Katalina so rightly put it."

ELEVEN

Shirley and Rebecca sat either side of me on the bed. Shirley put her
arm around my waist and the other hand rested on my smooth, now
hairless thigh. My cock twitched and as I turned to look at her with
tears in my eyes she kissed me tenderly and lovingly. I felt her hand
move and she slipped her cool fingers around my throbbing shaft, it
jerked its approval in her hand as she stroked it, caressing it softly
yet firmly as we kissed. Suddenly I felt a new sensation which made me
gasp with pleasure, Rebecca had leaned forward and cupping my breast
she took my hard nipple into her lips and was sucking and nibbling it
while gently squeezing my firm breast with her gentle fingers. My first
reaction was to pull away but Shirley simply said, "Go with it my
darling we know what we are doing, just relax and let yourself go." She
squeezed my cock firmly and I felt rather than saw the bead of pre-come
juice appear at the swollen, bulbous tip of my prick.

Something else was happening; I could feel myself becoming moist and
damp lower down and I realised with a jolt of pure joy that my new
pussy was working just as well as my cock. I suddenly felt like I'd
never been so turned on, so completely aroused in my life before and I
needed and wanted to make love right then and there. I reached down and
tugged Shirley's loose skirt up. She helped by quickly slipping out of
it and removing the rest of her clothing, the blouse and the underwear
too. Rebecca joined in and was soon as naked as both Shirley and I.
Almost trembling with my desire for this wonderful woman, I slid my
long slim fingers along her upper thigh and stroked Shirley's pussy, it
was slick with her juices and I couldn't help wondering if my own felt
as good. We began kissing, hungrily and deeply savouring the taste of
one another.

Gently inserting two fingers inside her I began to stroke and rub and
then push them in and out of her, she gasped and our lips parted as we
both needed to take a breath in order to continue. I felt another set
of fingers on my straining cock as Rebecca's hand joined Shirley's,
wrapping themselves firmly around my throbbing length. She was still
feasting on my nipple and the excitement that this generated inside me
was simply amazing. I looked over at Shirley and she smiled and winked
as my free hand made its way towards Rebecca's thighs and the love nest
in between. She moved her legs apart to allow me easier access to her
secret place and a sharp intake of breath was the only acknowledgement
as I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy. Slowly I pumped them in
and out, gently teasing her clitoris as I did so with my thumb.

We were all breathing heavily and I thought my cock was going to
explode as the two sets of fingers gently pumping and squeezing began
to rub harder. Shirley leaned down and took my other erect nipple into
her warm wet mouth, now they were both chewing and licking at my
breasts and it was awesome, I'd never known it would be like this, how
could I? Something inside my head clicked and I was suddenly aware that
Rebecca's hand was slowly pushing Shirley's further and further down
the shaft of my rigid cock. They stopped sucking my nipples and raised
their heads looked at each other, I couldn't believe this was
happening. They kissed long and deep, full on the lips, it was
wonderful to see these two beautiful girls sharing their feelings for
one another and my cock twitched and throbbed with the sheer eroticism
of the whole scene being played out before me.

Their lips parted and I heard Rebecca whisper to Shirley, "Go on you
first, show Kate what its like." With that I felt Shirley's fingers
release my cock and travel lower down towards my pussy where the heat
and the wetness was causing me untold excitement. No matter how excited
and turned on I had been before that moment nothing would ever compare
with the way I felt as Shirley's skilful fingers traced their way along
my swollen cunt lips for the first time ever. I could feel her
spreading my own juices over them as she looked up at me with a
wondrous expression on her lovely face.

With a quick flick of her wrist she pushed her fingers into my hot
welcoming virginal pussy and I nearly passed out with the totally
awesome feeling of being slowly stretched and filled. Rebecca was still
pumping her hand up and down my bloated throbbing cock and as Shirley
pushed her slim fingers into my soft furry pussy I came explosively and
massively. Jets of hot creamy spunk were everywhere, it sprayed from
deep inside me up into the air and all over my firm round tits and flat
tummy. Rebecca's sweet mouth closed over the end of my prick and
greedily began to suck the remaining juices from inside me as they
spurted from my thick heavy shaft. Shirley continued to push her silky
fingers in and out of my hot cunt and I was almost in a state of shock
as I felt the muscles inside gripping and squeezing her fingers. My
cock slowly began to soften as I felt Rebecca rub and squeeze it,
massaging my own spunk into the semi-hard shaft and all around my lower
tummy, at the same time licking my cock head clean of my love juice. As
I recovered, my own fingers began once more to caress the steamy hot
pussies of both Shirley and Rebecca. I must have stopped as I climaxed
but I soon had the presence of mind to begin again. Rebecca was making
small mewling noises in her throat as I thrust my fingers into her a
little harder and more forcefully pressed and rubbed her clitoris each
time. Shirley was back at my proud hard nipple sucking and chewing the
rubbery teat as Rebecca massaged my own creamy juices into the skin of
my stomach and breasts.

Incredibly my prick began to harden and thicken again even as my pussy
began to contract more spasmodically around Shirley's diligent fingers.
I had no idea whether I would or even could come in my new pussy but I
couldn't wait to find out. Shirley pushed me backward to lie on the bed
and I slid up until I was lying down in the middle. Taking their cue
the sexy girls changed position too. Rebecca knelt over my face her
legs apart either side of my head and lowered herself onto my mouth. I
immediately began to attend to her juicy wet hole with my searching
probing tongue and lapped hungrily at her soft furry creamy pussy as
she pressed herself down onto me.

Further down I could feel Shirley positioning herself over my, once
more, poker like cock, with relish I felt her lower herself down onto
me and push my thick pole deep into her tight cunt. She immediately
began to push herself up and down literally fucking my rigid cock. It
was at this moment that Rebecca came with a loud moan and a gush of hot
sticky juices and try as I might I couldn't lap them all up as she
shivered and trembled her way through a seemingly powerful orgasm. She
leaned forward and I felt Shirley do the same and I could imagine them
kissing and fondling each other's firm luscious tits. My cock was
deeply embedded inside Shirley's hungry quim when I felt my own tits
being grasped and squeezed almost roughly, it must have been Rebecca
because I felt Shirley reaching behind herself, her searching fingers
probing once more for my hot sticky aching pussy. Slipping her fingers
into me she began to fuck me once again even as she continued to bounce
up and down on my solid throbbing prick.

Rebecca raised herself up and got off me she seemed to be struggling to
move and I realised it was just the after effects of her climax that
was still coursing through her beautiful body. After a few more moments
Shirley left my pussy alone and fell forward so that our tits,
lubricated by sweat and spunk, met and rubbed together as she ground
herself onto my cock rubbing her hot sex bud against my furry pubes.
Little cries of pleasure escaped her lips each time she rubbed herself
across me, my whole body felt as though it was about to erupt. Nothing
could compare to the incredible feelings I was Experiencing, every
nerve end was screaming at me and I knew that as soon as Shirley began
to come I would explode under her into an orgasmic frenzy. Then came
the revelation that Rebecca, without my realising, had repositioned
herself between my legs and started to rub and probe my steamy juicy
pussy, I could feel her hot breath on my swollen pussy lips as I
involuntarily raised my knees slightly and parted my thighs for her.
Shirley was on the verge of coming; she bit into my shoulder and
pressed herself even harder against my cock, her small cries of
pleasure giving way to loud moans.

The moment Rebecca's tongue snaked into my pussy would be one I would
never forget. The exquisite agony of being totally excited as the lips
of my cunt opened under the flickering probing tongue and were pushed
aside as it forced itself surprisingly deeply into me almost caused my
heart to burst. Shirley half sat up still devouring my cock with her
skilful pussy and now began to rub and knead my breasts as her eyes
glazed over and she began to come. She threw her head back as she
surrendered to her orgasm and it was so magical to see this gorgeous
wonderful woman climaxing over me, I reciprocated by grabbing handfuls
of her tits and bum and starting to squeeze them hard. My pussy felt as
though it was on fire, the sensations I was experiencing from Rebecca's
probing tongue and hungry mouth were too much and with a flash of light
and a dazzling display of fireworks in my head, my body exploded into
its first ever pussy induced climax. I could feel my insides churning
and going into spasm. The muscles lining my superheated love tunnel
trying to grip Rebecca's tongue as she continued to relentlessly fuck
me with it.

She obviously knew what was happening to me as she ruthlessly pushed
her long fingers right up inside me and fucked me fast and furiously
until I went right over the edge into a mind blowing fully-fledged
orgasm. I hardly knew what had hit me; I was on fire, burning up with
pleasure and wonderful feelings of sheer joy. At some stage during my
first ever pussy come, my cock had joined in and was spurting thick
creamy jets of hot spunk deep into Shirley's tight dripping cunt. I
remember screaming out loud as the double orgasm wracked through my
almost exhausted body, my head was swimming and I was gasping for
breath. Shirley lay across me, trying to catch her breath, Rebecca was
still lapping the juices from my sticky pussy and my cock was still
jerking helplessly inside Shirley's wonderfully tight hole. I shuddered
moaned and trembled my way through the most sensational, shattering
orgasmic experience of my life and I knew then and there that I wanted
more of the same.

Slowly things began to swim back into focus, Shirley was now lying next
to me, her head in my shoulder, kissing my neck softly and whispering
sweet words of love. Rebecca was kneeling between us gently and
lovingly stroking our tummy's, both Shirley's and mine. I felt alive,
more so than ever before, every inch of my new soft flawless skin was
tingling. I felt rejuvenated and absolutely fulfilled, I had never been
happier than I was right then at that exact moment. I had the love of a
beautiful woman who wanted more than anything for me to be happy and
contented, and I was both. We had Rebecca's friendship to treasure and
together I knew that we would be happy always, don't ask me how I knew,
I just did, it was just so right nothing could go wrong for us now.

TWELVE

Cuddling up to Shirley in the now warm room, our breasts gently
squashed together and with Rebecca still gently stroking our tummies
began to arouse me again and with soft strokes and feather light
touches Rebecca soon had my cock standing hard and proud once more.
Rebecca giggled as she played with my hardness and Shirley was quick to
notice that my nipples were getting hard and stiff too. Shirley told me
to close my eyes and made me promise to keep them closed. All movement
stopped and it was strangely quiet after the girls got up off the bed.
I was curious as to what they were up to and sneaked a peek. What I saw
was very, very sexy indeed. Rebecca and Shirley were in each other's
arms, holding one another tightly, their hips and breasts pressed
together. They were kissing passionately but very sensuously, my cock
twitched as I closed my eyes again keeping the picture of the two of
them fresh in my mind.

A few moments later I felt one of them clamber back onto the bed where
I began to be treated to feather light touches caresses and kisses from
my neck to my knees and everywhere in between. The soft wispy trails of
hair brushing against my sensitive skin was lovely and it was all so
extremely erotic, especially as I didn't even know which of the two
wonderful girls was playing with me. With the special sensuality of the
moment I resolved to keep my eyes firmly closed until told otherwise.

Cool fingers trailed over my skin, deftly touching me and sending
little tremors through my body, they seemed to be everywhere at once.
My breasts and nipples, then my tummy thighs and straining now bloated
cock. I began to raise my arms to return the touch but they were gently
but firmly pushed back down and pressed softly to the bed to tell me to
lie still. The unseen lips kissed my nipples whisper softly, sending
waves of pleasure through me. Then suddenly it was the turn of my cock,
gentle kisses on the tip and the shaft and then the wonderful warm wet
moistness of a tongue trailing flickeringly from the tip down to the
base and on to my still slightly swollen pussy lips then back again. I
could only gasp my pleasure as the unseen tongue and fingers toyed with
me.

I could feel my cock getting harder as the mystery lips first kissed
the tip and then opened to envelop the dark swollen head within the
soft warm mouth. While that alone was superb, the next sensation made
me gasp out loud, with one hand on my full ripe breasts and my thick
heavy cock in her mouth the fingers of her other hand slowly slid along
my puffy cunt lips, gently probing and rubbing as they went. I felt a
gush of juices inside myself and with a well lubricated push the
searching fingers slipped inside me and once again began a steady
rhythm as they moved slowly in and out. By this time I was wholly
aroused and ready for anything, what did happen though was the last
thing I ever expected.

All movement upon my body stopped abruptly and the fingers and mouth
left me lying there almost panting with pleasure and desire and
desperate for release. Rebecca whispered to me to roll over and kneel
on all fours, as I did so I realised she was manoeuvring herself so
that she could lie beneath me. Now we were in the classic 'sixty nine'
position, with her lying on her back on the bed and me kneeling over
her. I was told to open my eyes and when I did I found I was looking
directly at her dewy swollen cunt lips and she once again enveloped my
throbbing cock in her hungry mouth. I leaned forward eagerly and quite
energetically began to suck and lick and nibble at her sweet honey pot.

What happened next will remain engraved on the inside of my skull until
the day I die. While I was slowly bringing Rebecca towards her climax
and she was enthusiastically sucking and licking my incredibly hard
cock Shirley had joined in the fun and was kneeling on the bed behind
me. Gently stroking my bum cheeks before sliding her fingers into my
soaking wet pussy and spreading my juices all over my puffy lips.

Suddenly with both her hands still on my hips, I felt something soft
yet firm nudging against the soaking wet lips of my aching pussy, where
it began to slide up and down my slit spreading my juices even more.
Totally unexpectedly she gave a push and with complete shock I found I
was being stretched and filled by something that felt as though it
would split me in two. I yelped in surprise and almost screamed out
loud as I realised I was being fucked by Shirley. She was wearing a
strap on cock, and she was plunging it deep inside my welcoming pussy,
slowly but surely filling me up, I could have fainted with the sheer
joy and pleasure of it.

There was a brief flash of intense pain, which soon passed, and the
seemingly huge rubber prick became more lubricated as she slid it deep
inside me. Once the pain was gone I was able to relax and begin to
enjoy the sensation of being full to bursting point. It was absolutely
amazing, as gripping my hips firmly Shirley began to slowly withdraw
and then push back in. She was very careful and went quite slowly at
first, after all I was still technically a virgin up until that moment
but as soon as she thought I was ready she started to speed up a little
and began to fuck me properly. My tight little pussy seemed to have a
will of its own and I could feel the muscles inside gripping and
releasing as she slid in and out of me. Rebecca meanwhile was using the
rhythm created by Shirley's steady thrusting to allow my fat hard prick
to slide in and out of her hungry wet mouth. It was mind blowing,
nothing could ever have prepared me for this and I momentarily forgot
to attend to Rebecca's pussy as I raised my head and turned to look at
Shirley whose face was a picture of lust and concentration.

As soon as I saw her I felt my stomach contract and my cock began to
spit its creamy load into Rebecca's willing and warm throat. It was
difficult to allow Shirley to continue fucking my eager pussy while my
cock was spraying come into Rebecca's mouth but somehow I managed not
to collapse with the totally shattering orgasm that I was experiencing.
Even before my cock had finished coming Shirley began to speed up her
thrusts, fucking me the way I had fucked her on so many occasions in
the past. Rebecca had soon realised that I would be unable to repay her
in kind for the climax I'd had and wriggled out from underneath me with
a huge smile on her face. Now I could concentrate on what Shirley was
doing to me. Remembering how Shirley and I had made love in the past I
began to push back towards her as she thrust the glistening cock into
my tight hungry pussy. I could hear her panting with the effort she was
putting into deflowering me which heightened my sexual arousal even
further to a place I never knew existed.

I could feel my wonderful firm breasts bouncing in time to her thrusts
and my nipples were hard buds throbbing with pleasure. Just as I
thought I might be able to last out a little while longer, especially
as Rebecca was no longer servicing my cock, Shirley proved me wrong.
Reaching down she pushed her finger into my soaking wet pussy along
with the strap on cock and pressed hard against all the right places. I
had no chance at all; it was as though someone had set a grenade off
deep inside me, everything happened at once.

Shirley thrust into me hard and fast, my pussy gripping and releasing
the slick rubbery cock. When I was right on the verge of coming Shirley
groaned loudly, pushed the fat cock all the way into my hot pussy then
squeezed the soft rubber balls squirting warm thick cream into my
thirsty cunt. I went spiralling over the edge; my head felt detached
from my body and I had to squeeze my eyes tightly shut as I came to the
most orgasmic climax of my entire life. My body shuddered and trembled
as I screamed my pleasure. Almost passing out with sheer uncontrollable
joy. Panting for breath I collapsed forward onto the bed as Shirley
fell on top of me, just the way I used to onto her and grabbing my tits
she squeezed almost harshly as she wrung every last drop of energy into
my orgasm.

I could hardly speak as she stroked me gently, easing me back to
awareness I could feel my juices soaking my inner thighs and the heat
from my swollen, well fucked pussy would have lit a fire. It was
wonderful, beautiful and absolutely magnificent and I couldn't believe
how I felt right then and there in the after glow of the climax from my
very first fuck. With a sense of loss I felt Shirley slowly withdraw
the firm rubber cock from me and I lay on the bed almost exhausted. I
watched amazed as Shirley then withdrew a second thick rubber cock from
her own wet pussy. It hadn't been a strap on after all, it was two
cocks in one and all the time she had been fucking me with it she had
been pleasuring herself at the same time, no wonder she looked as happy
as I felt. Shirley and Rebecca joined me on the bed and we lay together
arms and legs entwined just quietly enjoying the afterglow of our
lovemaking. I'd never known anything like it and for no apparent reason
I was suddenly jealous that the two girls had been able to enjoy sex
such as this for all their adult lives where for me it had been the
first time.

Now I was convinced that men had the short end of the stick as far as
sex and sexuality were concerned. Nothing could compare to the joy of
sex as a woman and I knew that the three of us would be having some
pretty spectacular adventures in the near future. Now I'd had a taste
of what it was like to enjoy sex as a female I wanted a lot more and
with my new equipment I was sure the girls would be only too happy to
teach me about the pleasures I could have. Shirley broke the silence
and asked me how I felt, I told her I felt re-born, I felt that now I
was the person I had been destined to become and that I'd never been
happier in my entire life.

Both Shirley and Rebecca were made up for me and they both gave me a
huge hug before Shirley covered the three of us with the duvet and
cuddling up together we all relaxed warm happy and content. Still
cuddled up we all fell asleep, my body still tingled all over, my pussy
ached in the nicest way imaginable and my cock felt drained. I was
exhausted, and as I slowly slipped off to sleep, my final thought was
of Katalina and Lorani and I silently thanked them and prayed that
wherever they were that they were together and as incredibly happy as I
now was.

THIRTEEN

I woke up with a start, I was freezing cold and soaking wet, someone
was hammering on the front door and making one hell of a racket.
Totally surprised and disoriented, I found I was lying in a bathtub
full of cold water, my book was floating, sodden, in the last of the
foam bubbles. It took me a few seconds to realise just where I was and
that I needed to get out of the tub as soon as possible. As I quickly
climbed out of the bath my heart sank to see that I was Sam again and
that my beautiful feminine body had disappeared. As quickly as I could,
I towelled myself dry and put on my silky robe, I was almost in tears
as I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, and the sense of loss and
grief that I felt was overpowering. I made my way to the front door,
shivering uncontrollably as I went and trying desperately not to fall
into an abyss of depression. I opened the door to find Shirley standing
there extremely agitated but obviously worried that I hadn't answered
the door and more than a little angry that I wasn't ready for our night
out together.

I was feeling really low and depressed and Shirley immediately caught
on asking if I was okay or not, she closed the door behind her and took
me in her arms where I very nearly burst into tears. She could feel me
shivering and I told her I had stupidly fallen asleep in the bath. When
I asked her what time it was I realised I had been in the water for
nearly four hours, luckily the boiler had only gone off twenty-five
minutes ago which was why the bathwater had been so cold. From
trickling hot water into the tub it had been topping it up with cold
water. Shirley told me to take a hot shower to warm myself up while she
lit the fire in the living room. We wouldn't be going out tonight after
all, it was much too late and neither of us were in a fit state to be
going anywhere, I was still shivering with the cold and Shirley was
still angry about her car.

Apparently, on top of everything else Shirley's car had broken down and
it had taken the AA two hours to get to her and another hour and a half
to fix the car. I told her not to worry, there was always tomorrow.
After my shower and when I had finally stopped shivering, we were both
cuddled up together on the sheepskin rugs in front of the fire drinking
mugs of hot chocolate when I told her all about my dream. Shirley was
perfectly quiet and listened to my tale almost captivated as I
described to her in detail how wonderful it had been and how real in
every way. I told the story in the best way I knew how, remembering all
the things I'd seen and done. I tried and succeeded in remembering
everything that had happened and everything that had been said. When I
eventually finished my story I told her how I had been so surprised and
upset when I woke up to find none of it had really happened.

It took me ages to tell her all about my adventure, about Katalina and
Lorani, the king and the evil priest and old Mary and the beautiful
statue. Shirley held my hand as I told her all about Rebecca and
everything the three of us had done together as, for once in my life, I
was able to remember every single detail, I forgot nothing, absolutely
nothing at all. Shirley was quiet as a mouse as I told her the whole
story from getting home after work to waking up in the bath. When I had
finished there were tears in her eyes as she told me how wonderful it
must have been and what a beautiful story it was.

She told me how sorry she was for me that none of it had actually been
real. She looked thoughtful for a few moments then surprised me again
by saying that tomorrow we would both get up early and then I, with her
help, would get dressed as Kate properly fully clothed and made up and
with my hair done. We would then go out together for a long drive in
the countryside. We were, she told me, going to make a special trip to
visit the Bygone Times Warehouse "After all," she said with a beautiful
smile, "You never know my love, maybe, just maybe, we will find the
statue of Katalina.

THE END