I didn’t know it could be like this.
Chapter 15.

By Symphony Simms

I smiled to myself and rang the doorbell.

Miranda came to open the door with April in her arms.

“Hi Mitch please come in,” she said and she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek while holding April away from me, then she brought April around till she was in my face.

“You have your ears pierced Mitch and diamonds too. Isn’t that a little risqué for a boy your age?”

“I don’t think so Miranda. I have been wearing them all day and nobody at school noticed.”

“Give Mitch a kiss darling,” she said as April bumped her mouth into my cheek then bounced her hand onto my nose. It was very sweet.

“Can I hold her,” I said.

“Of course you can Mitch,” she said and she passed April over to me. I held her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come through to the great room and you can tell me about your weekend.”

I followed Miranda through the house and considered my weekend. Miranda was wearing a silky flowing patterned dress with shimmering reds and blues with a deep neckline showing her fabulous cleavage to its best advantage. The dress had little bows at the very top of her shoulders and a same material sash belt tied at the waist with another bow.

She wore shimmering blue sparkling open high-heeled shoes with probably I guessed bare legs. These were the kind of clothes that my mother could wear if only someone would show her, but my mother was moving in the right direction as she had worn a dress two days in a row, which must be a record.

Then I thought about the clothes I took for myself that my mother took for herself. Miranda must have thought that it was my intention was to give them to my mother. Miranda didn’t know about me dressing in her clothes. How could she think otherwise?

Miranda sat on the big leather couch and motioned me to sit next to her. I began to tell her about my weekend.

“Well,” I said trying to compose my thoughts. “I had a really nice day on Saturday with Lauren, which you were a part of, then yesterday I spent the day with my mother and went to visit my grandfather. I haven’t seen him for a few years.”

“And how did that go?”

“Oh fine. My mother had told me earlier in the day that they had an upset but they had now ironed out their differences and were going to get to know each other all over again.”

I continued telling Miranda about my day out with my mother. The photographs of my grandmother and me looking like her. I told her about us getting my mother a makeover and getting our ears pierced and I told her about us going into the dress store and getting a few dresses.

Miranda listened intently while I was talking, but after a few minutes I noticed that April had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Miranda explained that April had missed her afternoon sleep today and consequently needed to go to bed early, so I followed Miranda up to April’s room where we prepared April for bed.

April was easy to prepare for bed. Miranda simply changed her diaper, gave her a quick wash down with some mild soapy warm water, then after she had been dried with a soft towel she was sprinkled with baby-powder and dressed in some teddy-bear pajamas. Unbelievably simple! Miranda wanted me to know how to do it case she left me at home with April before her bedtime and needed me to put her to bed.

“Do you think you can handle that on your own Mitch?”

“No problem,” I said. “You can rely on me.”

So we both kissed April good night then Miranda put her in crib, closed April’s curtains and we left the room gently closing the door behind us.

But as we walked away from April’s room Miranda did something I did not expect. She walked me straight into her room and closed the door then she pushed me against the wall and hugged me.

“Put your arms around me,” she said. “I have something to talk to you about.”

“Whatever is the matter,” I said, beginning to get worried that she might have discovered come stains on her dresses or something like that. I was concerned, but at the same time I was becoming aroused because her beautiful breasts were pressing into my chest and my head was resting on her shoulders and where I was really enjoying the delicious smell of her body and her hair.

“I love you Mitch and I want us to continue to be friends and I want you to keep coming around to visit us and babysit April.”

I was paying attention, but as she spoke her arms were wrapped around me and she had one hand stroking the back of my head. I pulled my head back a little so I could see her face. I didn’t think that whatever it was could be that important, because she still wanted me to baby-sit, so it couldn’t be the clothes, could it?

“I do too Miranda but whatever is the matter?”

“Mitch we have a security system.”

“I know Miranda, Robert showed it to me and gave me the password in case it goes off when I am here.”

“Yes Mitch but he didn’t show you the whole system. We have got cameras as well.”

Now that concerned me. Had Miranda seen me in a dress? Had she seen me walking around the pool with Lauren? I didn’t know how much trouble I was in.

“Where do you have cameras Miranda?”

I didn’t move. I held Miranda a little tighter. I had the feeling that I may not be able to ever hug Miranda like this again, but she had just told me a moment ago that she loved me and wanted me to continue baby-sitting etc. I was confused.

“Well we have quite a few. We have one outside April’s room. We saw you on that one on Friday. Robert saw a girl going from my bedroom to the hallway bathroom and back but we couldn’t find anything of a girl coming into the house.”

Miranda was speaking calmly without any concern in her voice. She wasn’t reprimanding me or anything. She was just telling me what happened.

“We also have inside cameras in the hallway, one in the great room and one in Robert’s office.”

She was leaving me plenty of time to think about what she was saying and did not stop holding me or gently rubbing the back of my head.

“We have others outside.”

I took a little time to consider what I should say. She didn’t seem to be asking for an apology or telling me I was bad.

“I guess you have seen a lot of me over the weekend.”

“We have Mitch, and may I say that you look very pretty in a dress.”

I winced when she said that. I wanted Miranda to like me as a boy. I still had hopes that she would kiss me on the mouth and ask me into her bed to screw the shit out of me. I didn’t really know what it was like to have someone screw the shit out of you, but it sure sounded good. I guess that wasn’t going to happen now. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. My stomach was turning over but I tried to answer her.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I didn’t say that I want you to do anything Mitch. I am not going to punish you or anything. If you feel the need to wear a dress and put on makeup, who am I to stop you?”

“But I was wearing your clothes,” I said thinking that might make a difference.

“I know, but you didn’t use any of my new underwear and you didn’t stain anything. Why should I be concerned?”

Jez, it seemed like she was giving me permission to do it again. I honestly thought that if I got caught wearing some woman’s clothes I would be in trouble, but not Miranda.

“Would you like to see yourself in a dress on the big screen?”

Oh Shit. Not only did she have a video of me but now she wanted me to see it, but I had this streak of curiosity creep over me. Did I really look that good in a dress? I know it felt good. I nodded my head and we took off downstairs to Robert’s office hand in hand.

Far from this discovery causing conflict between us, Miranda seemed to want to show me the video of my wearing her clothes because she enjoyed it. Surely I couldn’t get away with this unscathed. There must be some punishment.

When we got to Robert’s office, the computer was already on and the video of me was already set up. I sat at the computer desk in the steno’ chair and Miranda stood over me operating the mouse while leaning around me and resting her wonderful left breast on my right shoulder and her left hand upon my chest. I had to lean over as her body pressed mine forward.

“There you are on Friday evening,” said Miranda as the girl in the picture walked across the hall then back again a few minutes later. “We have the system set up to record every time something moves.”

“The next shot was of Lauren and I on Saturday. I was still dressed in my boys’ clothes kissing Lauren’s hand while standing right in front of the camera outside April’s room. Then I went into the bathroom and Lauren walked back and forth from the bathroom to Miranda’ bedroom bringing articles of clothing.

I had forgotten for a moment what happened after that, but I was reminded to my great embarrassment when I could be seen walking across the hallway wearing only a skinny pair of panties with a large pair of tits hanging from my chest.

“They are heavy aren’t they?’ said Miranda. I was so embarrassed, but Miranda seemed to make light of it. “How did they feel? Could you imagine yourself having to plan your life around them? They get in the way of almost everything.”

I had no intention of answering any of Miranda’s questions regarding what it was like to have large breasts. Lauren and I were only playing games wearing those giant breast-forms, but I know that they were not as big as Miranda’s natural breasts.

In the next three shots I had three different dresses on and I was wearing a wig. Then the cameras followed Lauren and me as we went down to the computer.

“If you don’t want to tell me now you can tell me later,” she said.

I didn’t know what she meant by later but I guess I would find out.

The shots from the upstairs camera were not very good quality as the hallway was dimly lit, but shots from the downstairs cameras were of much better quality. I was quite proud of the pretty picture I painted. It was 100% woman and I could see no hint of boy whatsoever, even though I did think the tits were a little over sized, but there again so were Miranda’s.

The cameras did not show what we were looking at on the computer screen and Lauren did not ask, but I am sure Miranda could check the history if she wanted. I don’t remember erasing it.

The video had been edited because it then cut to Lauren and me standing together outside by the pool looking back at the house. There must be a camera immediately above patio door because we looked like we where posing for the camera and then the shot froze.

It was then that was I realized just how pretty the girl in the video was. Lauren looked fantastic too but it was me I was concentrating on. The vision on the screen was extremely attractive and I found myself highly aroused as I remembered that it felt like to wear those beautiful clothes, the corset pulling me in and stockings, oh the stockings.

My boy bits stood to attention in my shorts, and then Miranda looked down and noticed my prominent erection. I tried to cover it with my hands but I had already been discovered.

“Well I think it is obvious that you don’t wear dresses because you desperately want to become a girl do you Mitch?” said Miranda. “Wearing dresses excites you doesn’t it?”

I didn’t want to answer, but Miranda was not going to endure my silence easily.

“Mitch I know you enjoy wearing my clothes and I am OK with it honestly, but I want you to tell me about it. I want to share in your experience. I want to be your friend Mitch, even when you’re wearing my clothes I still love you. I understand that you get excited by it and it’s OK.” She waited for me to reply.

“I really enjoy feeling like a girl,” I said.

“And what else Mitch. Tell me about it.” She took my hands, pulled me up and led me over to the couch.

“It makes me feel good. I really enjoy looking beautiful and seeing myself in the mirror.”

“That’s it Mitch. Just let it all out. Tell me about feeling like a girl.”

We sat beside each other on the edge of the couch and she held both my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. I didn’t want to tell her everything but I felt like I had to.

“The clothes feel exciting when I put them on. They make me feel like a girl. I want to feel like a girl. I want to feel pretty. I want to feel the beautiful clothes against my skin.”

“And when did you first feel the urge to wear girl’s clothes? Was it when you were a little boy?”

“No,” I said. “It was last week when I came here to meet you and go for a swim.”

“On Thursday, was that the first time you ever wanted to put girl’s clothes on?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I never thought about girl’s clothes before that.” I wanted to tell her everything. If felt good to tell someone about how good it felt to wear beautiful clothes. I couldn’t tell the whole truth to Lauren. It wouldn’t feel right.

“When you told me to go into the changing room and get changed to go swimming, you left your clothes over the back of the chair. It was like I had been hypnotized. I just had to touch them.”

“Did you put them on?”

“No, I didn’t think I had time. You might have discovered me.”

“But you wanted to put them on. So when you came around the next night you wanted to wear my clothes.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I said. “I couldn’t sit downstairs knowing that your clothes were upstairs and there was nobody home but April and she wouldn’t care. So I put some of your clothes on.”

“And what did you do?”

Did she think I was going to tell her?

“Did you run to the bathroom and play with your penis Mitch?”

I nodded my head. She put he arms around me and laid my head on her breast. Her wonderful breast. For a moment I thought I could disappear down her cleavage and never be seen again.

“Was it good?” she said.

“What good?”

“Was it good to play with yourself while wearing a dress Mitch?”

My goodness she couldn’t want me to tell her more!

“I’m sorry Miranda I couldn’t help it.”

“I know Mitch. It’s OK. What happened when you played with yourself Mitch?”

“You know Miranda.”

“I know Mitch, but you are going to tell me what happened when you were playing with yourself. You may as well tell me now because you are going to tell me before you leave this room. What happened while you were playing with yourself dressed in my clothes looking at yourself in the mirror?”

“I squirted over the bathroom floor. I’m sorry Miranda.”

“You squirted did you? And what did you squirt?”

“I squirted cum,” I said quietly.

“You squirted what Mitch I didn’t hear you?”

“I squirted cum Miranda.”

“And where did the cum go Mitch?”

“It went on my tights Miranda and some went on the floor.”

“Is that it Mitch, You didn’t squirt anywhere else did you?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Just a little bit what?”

“Just a little bit went on your shoes.”

“And did you clean it all up?”

“Yes Miranda.”

“And what did you do with the tights?”

I was almost crying now and tears were escaping from my eyes. Why she wanted me to talk to her like this I didn’t know. I guess this was my punishment. Did she want to humiliate me into stopping wearing dresses by making tell her I squirted over her floor? It wasn’t working. I knew even now that I would dress up as a girl at the first possible opportunity.

“I took the tights home with me.”

“That’s OK Mitch, and what did you do about the shoes?”

“I cleaned them with some tissue and put them back in your closet.”

“That’s OK Mitch, you can show me which ones later so I can make sure they are clean.”

“They are not there now Miranda. They were in the things I took home on Saturday.”

“Oh that’s right,” she said. “Your mom thought they were for her but you really took them home for yourself. It took me a while to figure that one out I tell you. I just couldn’t figure out why your mother was thanking me. So what happened when you took them home?”

“I had to put them in the hall closet while I went to bed and Mom discovered them before I could hide them.”

“I bet you were surprised?”

“I was gobsmacked! I thought I was going to have my own clothes that I could wear when nobody else was around. Now my Mom has them.”

“Never mind Mitch,” said Miranda. “We will get you some more. Look Mitch I am sorry to put you through that but I wanted to demonstrate to you that you can tell me all this and I am still you friend and I still love you.”

“You can tell me anything Mitch and I will not be upset as long as you tell me the truth and don’t hold anything back. I hate secrets and I hope you never hold any from me, but if you tell me the truth and tell me what you really want, then I will try to help you.”

“You are going to help me?”

“Yes I am Mitch and if you want to we can go upstairs now and I will dress you as a girl.”

For a moment I thought I would throw up. Miranda had just offered to dress me in her clothes. I couldn’t believe it.

“Seriously, you would let me try your clothes on.”

“No Mitch. I will not let you try my clothes on, but I will help you dress as a girl. I don’t do anything by half measures. And I understand that sometime this evening you are going to need to squirt as you put it, but it’s OK. I will help you with that too.”

Oh fuck, I thought to myself. I have been brought up not to swear, but sometimes the occasion justified it. Miranda was going to help me cum. I was suddenly aware of the absolute hardest erection I could ever imagine.

How would she do it? Where would it be? What would she do? My mind was racing. My mouth had dropped open and I was starring blankly at Miranda.

“I will take that as a positive reaction then Mitch,” as she pulled my shorts to highlight the bulge. There was a small obelisk holding up my shorts. Miranda saw it but ignored it.

“So here is the plan so you can prepare yourself. We are going to walk up to my bathroom and you are going to get a shower. While you are in the bathroom I am going to give you some underwear that you are going to put on that is going to hide your boy parts, but when you put this item of clothing on your erection must be gone and your penis folded backwards. It won’t work otherwise. Think about your father or the president or something but get rid of that erection.”

She then pushed my mouth closed with her hand on my chin and gave me a kiss on the lips before pushing me in the direction of the stairs. She tasted very clean and sweet. I wanted to kiss her some more.

“Go.” She said. “I will be right with you.”

I walked up the stairs ahead of Miranda. She was just behind me all of the way, in fact she put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed as we got to the top of the stairs, then she directed me away from the bathroom and into her bedroom.

“Not that bathroom Mitch, I mean my bathroom.” She directed me behind her dresser to another door and opened it for me and walked in ahead of me. I hadn’t realized that this room was here. I thought the bathroom across the hall was Miranda’s bathroom.

This was less like a bathroom and more like Cleopatra’s harem. The bath must have seated three at least and was lit by a stained glass window that overlooked the pool framed by red curtains.

There was a separate glass walled shower and across the room there were four doors leading I don’t know where. One of them must be a toilet because it didn’t go down to the floor. The floor and the walls were finished in silky white on white marble with deep red wood cupboards and doors with gold trimmings and handles. There were shelves with dozens of creamy white towels and other stuff.

There were red glass candles holders on the counters and around the bath and bunches of flowers decorated the room. The sculptured and scalloped ceiling was lit by a hundred small lights and the room must have been twice the size of my bedroom. I was amazed.

“It’s just a bathroom Mitch. Go have a shower. Shave any hairy bits under your arms or on your chest with the shaver on the counter and put these on, then come out into the bedroom.” She handed me a tiny pair of panties and a pink silk dressing gown then she walked out of the room.

This was it. This was one of those moments I had been dreaming about for the last couple of nights since I saw Miranda’s clothes on the back of the chair. Miranda was going to help me dress as a girl. I had an erection like a rock and I hadn’t seen any clothes yet.

I thought briefly about my dad and the president but those thought were not strong enough to displace thoughts about Miranda’s clothes, so I threw off my clothes and got into the shower.

I soaped and shampooed myself with the delicious smelling products that Miranda had left for me them as I cleaned myself. I had the idea that my erection always subsided after I came, so I pulled myself off in the shower thinking of what might happen to me tonight.

I even thought about how good it would be if Miranda came into the shower with me. Her giant soapy tits rubbing against me as I pulled at myself and even her doing it to me. It didn’t take long. I had to wipe some cum off the shower wall but it was gone in a moment.

It was just like cleaning myself out before the real action that would come later. Then I shaved like she said but nothing much got removed. I got out of the shower and got dried.

I put the funny looking panties that Miranda had given me. They tied around the waist and locked me in position like no ordinary panties could have done. I had to think of crocodiles and spiders and stuff before I put them on but after I adjusted them my boy bits could not be seen. My balls disappeared inside my body and my penis was pulled back towards my asshole.

I put on the beautiful gown and it made me shiver as the wonderful silk slipped across my body. I went out into the bedroom and Miranda was waiting for me in a silk dressing gown of her own. She sat me down at the vanity and faced me towards her.

“You have already been in this room and sat at this vanity haven’t you?”

“Yes Miranda. Friday and Saturday!”

“So this will not be totally unfamiliar to you. First we are going to give you some breasts.” She opened a box and took out a beautiful pair of breast forms. She tried them against me then reached for some glue from the box.

“This is a temporary adhesive,” she said. “It will come off later before you have to go home.”

She applied the glue them attached them to me. Then she worked on the seams between my skin and the forms with a gel to make a smooth transition, then she used an airbrush to apply makeup around the beasts and the seams disappeared.

I couldn’t believe it. Now I had breasts. About a ‘C’ I would say, but with nice big protruding nipples. I was very impressed. Miranda wrapped my hair in a towel and started on my makeup. She commented on the red mark above my lip and said she would take car of it, and she noted the tiny dark hairs that were appearing on my top lip. She pulled out a large pencil sized toll from her dresser and stroked it across where the hairs were. They just disappeared.

“These are really beautiful Miranda but if you don’t mind me asking, how come you have beast forms?”

“I bought them for you Sophia!”

“Why thank you Miranda, but how did you know to call me Sophia?”

“Why Sophia you forget who you have been spending your time with. You may have been here on your own on Friday, but you were here again on Saturday with my niece Lauren, and yesterday evening you went to dinner with my oldest sister Sandra and some other members of my family.”

“We girls don’t have secrets from each other and you will be expected to share all of your secrets with them too as you are now considered one of the Martini family women now, while you are wearing a dress anyway.”

That was an ominous thought. Sharing all of my secrets with all of the Martini women. Did that mean that I had to tell Sandra about having my hand inside Lauren’s vagina on Saturday morning? But she hadn’t really answered my question about breast forms.

“But Miranda, on Saturday evening I saw a draw with about eight pairs of breast forms. Surely you did not buy them all for me.”

“No you are quite right Sophia. When I was younger I bought a couple of them to enhance my figure but again that is not the whole story. The truth is Sophie that you are not the first boy to sit in this chair. There have been a couple of others.”

“Anyone I know,” I said.

“Yes Sophia you have met a couple of them.”

“Is Robert one of them?” I asked.

“This no secrets rule can sometimes work against you, but you are now included in our family so I have to tell you. Yes Robert has sat in this chair. He looks very good as a woman as you can imagine, but it is not really his thing. He only does it because I ask him to.”

“So what is his thing Miranda?”

“His thing is me Sophia. Please remember what you have already been told. We share our secrets but not our men.”

“But aren’t you sharing me with Lauren?”

“Only with her permission. You are her man and we all understand that. I am helping you and her right now by introducing you to the ways of our family.”

The ways of the family. What was I getting myself into?

While we were talking, Miranda had applied most of my base makeup. She had plucked my eyebrows a little to give them a better shape and increase the gap between them. She had done my eyelids, eyelashes and lined my eyebrows and was adding some lip liner.

My face had changed considerably. My eyes were now much bigger and my cheekbones more pronounced. I was that girl again and she had not even started on my hair. She had me to put on my own lipstick and lip gloss, always one of my favorite parts.

Miranda then took away the towel from my head and started on my hair. She sprayed a preparation on my hair and started brushing before she turned on the drier. In a few moments she had lifted my hair at the back, blow dried and teased my hair with curling irons and other things for quite some time before she declared the hair complete.

I was watching the whole time and I can say I my smile was growing minute by minute from their effort. The style she had chosen made it look better than I had dreamed my scraggy hair could ever look.

She made an unequal part on the left side, but below the part she made my hair go behind my ear. On the other side my hair swooped right across above my eye and in front of my right ear. The top stood up above my head with a few spiked bits sticking out of the top. I looked totally professional and amazingly feminine. Miranda said I looked like I had a concave haircut which made me look a little like Victoria Beckham.

I stood up to look at the vision before me. The face and hair was that of a very pretty late teen or early twenties woman. I had tits for a woman that looked very convincing too. Miranda walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of beautiful white lacy panties and gave them to me. I put them on and they t covered the pair I was wearing apart from the strap around the waist.

Miranda then threw off her robe to reveal that she to was wearing only the same white thong.

“What do you think? Two pretty women ready to get dresses for the evening.”

We stood there looking at each other in the mirror. I wanted to spend time looking at Miranda’s tits, but I realized that mine looked pretty good too. We were both amazingly hot.
Miranda faced towards me and pulled me towards her.

I looked her in the eyes as we were about the same height. We held each other Miranda’s fabulous breasts rested against mine which were not very sensitive, but the view was phenomenal. I was resting my bare stomach against Miranda’s bare stomach. If my penis wasn’t held back I could have blown my load right then, but I was contained.

“Let’s get dressed,” she said.

Miranda reached into the top draw of her dresser and pulled out two almost identical strapless white corsets. Hers was only different because the bra area was a lot fuller. The corsets were lined with a soft white satin like material inside and out and were heavily boned and very rigid. I helped her lace up her corset at her back.

Miranda’s corset was easy to lace up because she already had curves in all the right places and just a few discrete pulls on the laces brought Miranda’s waist in deliciously. The corset made her tits stand up more rounded and fuller above the horizontal bra top and I had the urge to touch them, but I thought it best to hold on to that one.

The bottom end of the corset finished above the top of her crotch leaving the main part of her panties tantalizingly exposed. The corsets also had suspenders attached three for each leg.

Miranda moved to put me into my corset. It fit in exactly the same way as Miranda’s but it took far more squeezing and pulling to get my corset closed. I could feel my sides being held in and my stomach being flattened. My tits were being pushed up by the pressure making them fuller and rounder above my bra top. They jiggled and wobbled in the sexiest way imaginable.

“Stockings,” said Miranda holding a packet towards me. “Come on I can’t do everything for you. Just be careful not to catch them on a nail or anything.”

The picture of the girl on the stocking packet was gorgeous, but I bet I would rival her tonight.

I put on the stockings and those sensations ran up my legs and into my boy bits again. My boy bits couldn’t get out but I could feel a wetness down there. I felt like I could be overcome by the overload of sensations I was feeling.

I tried to slow down and take deep breaths, but there was no room in the corset for deep breaths. Inhaling too much air felt like my tits would spring out over the top of the bra. I stood still and let my breathing settle.

“Here put this slip on,” said Miranda. It was a short gold colored slip with a very lacy top that was lower in the middle than the edges and showed lots of cleavage. Miranda had already put on her dress. It was plain black and fitted in all the right places. It finished mid thigh. It also had a plunging neckline that exposed acres of Miranda’s breasts and cleavage. She looked astounding.

Miranda reached behind her and produced a brown leather skirt. It only looked to be a few inches long, but when I put it on it hung on my hips and finished mid thigh. The skirt also came with a matching leather jacket that I put on, but it was about six inches from closing at the front. It didn’t matter which way I adjusted these clothes I always had plenty of tits on display above the gold lacy top.

“Shoes,” said Miranda. The shoes she gave me were about 4” high and all straps. I didn’t know if I could walk very far in them but they certainly looked good. Miranda was wearing a pair of plain black patent leather pumps with a 6” heel. I don’t know how she could stand up in them but I guess she had lots of practice.

“Accessorize,” said Miranda. “Here take this evening bag and see if you can find yourself some matching jewelry in the top draws of the vanity.”

I walked back over to the vanity. This was the first time I had seen myself in those clothes and I was astonished. I was a Hollywood babe. Sex was oozing out of every pore of my skin. I couldn’t believe my own legs could look so sexy me. I totally fancied myself. I looked as good as Miranda did when I first was her. I needed some relief from this pressure that was building between my legs.

“Miranda I have to go to the bathroom.”

“What for Sophie? You are not going to play with yourself are you?”

I looked at her but without saying anything I think she understood the turmoil my body was going through. She took my hand and walked me into the bathroom.

“With these clothes on you can’t just go to the bathroom without knowing how to put these clothes back.” We walked into the bathroom.

“This is easy for a girl because I only have to pull down my panties, but you are wearing a gaff that comes up around your waist. I will have to undo the lower end of the corset.”

I took off my skirt and jacket and she took off her dress. She undid the corset part of the way and fished out the gaff from my waist. “What is it you want to do Sophie?”

“I didn’t want to tell her but I didn’t want to risk loosing any trust. She said I had to tell the truth and she would help me. So I told her.

“I have to squirt.”

Miranda moved towards me and put her arms around me again. This time our tits held us apart but she managed to get close enough to kiss me on the lips again, lingering but without letting me taste her sweet tongue. It was magical, but she didn’t stay still for long.

Miranda turned me away from her. She got me to hold my slip up away from things then she maneuvered my penis out from the gaff. My penis stood out like a rock in an instant. I could feel Miranda’s body against mine starting with her thighs and continuing up to her tits against my back, her chin on my shoulder and her cheek against mine watching the action below.

I could see myself from the waist up in the mirror with Miranda draped around me. I had seen that confused and conflicted look before, but I had never been to this place with another person. Not exactly anyway.

Miranda’s right hand started pulling me off while her other hand was massaging my leg left inside my stocking tops. It felt amazing to be handled by Miranda this way. Two totally feminine bodies pressed into each while encased in stockings, satin and heavy boning.

She obviously knew what she was doing as the sensation was almost too much to bear and there was no way I could last long like this. I closed my eyes and just let it happen. Our bodies gyrated in harmony as Miranda’s lace suspender garters rubbed against the bare skin of my legs. In a few moments I exploded. Miranda had positioned a tissue to catch the juices and she held me tight as the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through my body and came out through the end of my penis.

My mind went blank for just a moment, but when I recovered all of the sensations of wearing these beautiful clothes came back but with a lighter cooler touch. I was partially undressed and needed to repair my clothing and tarnished image.

“When you have got to go, you have got to go!” said Miranda. “Clean yourself up and do what you have to. I will put your corset back in place when you come back into room.”

With that Miranda washed and dried her hands then she walked out of the room. I felt kind of cheap. I looked in the mirror again and I was still the same fabulous looking woman in her twenties, but Miranda had just brought me off with her hand into a tissue after about two minutes.

What kind of a girl was I? I made my mind up there and then to never do that to Miranda ever again. She was worth more than that. I should apologize. I washed and fixed myself up and returned to Miranda’s room.

“I’m sorry Miranda,” I said.

“You don’t have to apologize Sophie. It’s a normal bodily function. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it last longer for you. I am sure when we return later I will make it better for you.”

“Return from where?” I asked. Miranda fixed my corset and I put my skirt back on I now felt complete again.

“We are going out for a while but not for long. I have a little treat planned for you. We will just go down to the beach area for an hour. Plenty of time to get you home before ten.”

“But what about April?”

“April will be fine here with her father.”

“You mean Robert is here?”

“Of course. I just had him make himself scarce for a while. He is probably watching TV in the great room by now. We will go down to see him in a couple of minutes, now come over here while I put some jewelry on you.”

I was surprised to hear that Robert was here. I assumed that we were here on our own. It felt strange and interesting to know that I would see Robert in a few minutes while dressed like this.

Miranda gave me a matching necklace and a bracelet to wear then she gave me a ladies gold watch. I put them on. Then Miranda sprayed me with perfume. The perfume almost made me feel giddy with its aromatic fragrance, but as the mist settled the aroma was simply seductive. I felt complete and satisfied.

“I guess I am all done?” I said.

“Not quite,” said Miranda. “But I will do you nails when we go downstairs.”

I hadn’t thought about nails because I had never had them done before. I know that nail varnish is easy to remove, but easy to forget. Miranda took me by the hand and we made our way downstairs. I felt a little nervous to meet Robert in woman’s clothes with breasts like this on full view.

I had yet to meet a man who knew I was really a boy in a dress. It felt kind of special. When we went down, Robert was in the great room watching Monday Night Football. As he saw us he muted the TV and got up to stand in front of us. His white shirt was only buttoned at the waist and his silky tanned chest was showing. His head fell to one side and his soft black hair fell across his eyes. He put his arms out to welcome us.
“Wow! Don’t you two look fantastic? It makes me feel good to know that you are now going out to break some guy’s heart and then you are both going to come back to me.” Robert hugged Miranda then he moved to hug me.

“Sophia. How wonderful to meet you again for the first time. I have been watching pictures of you all weekend and I must say I find you fascinating. Maybe we can talk when you get back.”

He put his arms around my shoulders and back and held me against his chest and I put my arms around him. He felt amazingly solid and powerful. My face touched the skin of his chest as his shirt fell open. He smelled incredibly masculine and seriously arousing.

“Put her down Robert and don’t tease her,” said Miranda. “She will be coming back here to get changed to go home, nothing more. Sophia is a good girl and doesn’t do any of the things that you like to do.”

“How do you know that Miranda,” said Robert. “You haven’t given me any time to find out.”

“That’s enough flirting Robert. Tonight is a girl’s night out. You could have come with us but you chose not to. You chose to baby sit so please don’t make more of it than there is.”

“Sorry Darling,” he said returning to his football. “You know I can’t resist women as striking as you two.”

Miranda Turned to me and ushered me to the kitchen table. “Take no notice of him Miranda. He will flirt with you any chance he gets.” Miranda started to work on my nails.

“But why would Robert flirt with me?” I was sure that he couldn’t hear us over the TV.

“You are very beautiful as you sit there Sophia. Few men could resist you.”

“But Robert knows that I am a boy.”

“Sophia there are some men who would find you even more attractive if they found out that you have boy parts hidden beneath all that womanhood.”

“Is Robert one of them?”

“I am afraid so Sophia. He has always had a weakness in that area. I will keep him at bay for as long as I can, but one day I wont be here and he will, but I have lectured him more than once that he must never hurt you. He will always look after you whatever happens. He is a complete gentleman.”

I didn’t know what to do with that information. It sounded like Miranda was giving her permission to do who knows what with her husband.

The door dell rang and Robert leapt up to go to the door. I could see in the screen above the front door that the person outside was a woman showing lots of cleavage. When Robert opened the door the lady threw her arms around Robert without saying anything that I could hear, then she strode down the hallway towards us. It was Ellen.

She was wearing a sand colored business type suit with a skirt to mid thigh, a short sleeve bolero type jacket and a white silk and lace top that only just covered her bra. Her black hair hung in the breeze left behind her as she strode down the hallway. She looked fabulous.

Ellen strode over to Miranda and they shared a friendly embrace and kissed each other’s cheeks. Then Ellen came over to me.

“Wonderful to see you again so soon Sophia.” I stood to greet her and she hugged me like a long lost boyfriend and kissed me just under the ear. It made me shiver.

“I see Miranda has made a big impression on you Sophia.”

“Nice to see you again Ellen, but I am surprised to see you.”

“Martini women are always surprising. You will soon find that out. I am coming with you tonight. I have picked a pleasant little restaurant on the beach for us to spend an hour mixing with the local business people. We may see the occasional movie famous movie actor or rock star, but mainly we will just see lots of beautiful people and we will introduce you to a few. Are we ready to go?”

“Are you ready Sophia?” said Miranda.

“No!” I said. “Have you guys ever thought how frightening this is for me? You are telling me you are going to take me into a restaurant full of people in broad daylight. I have never done this type of thing before. I am frightened out of my skin.”

“Oh come on,” said Ellen. “On Saturday you were down at the post office chatting with boys and you had them eating out of your hands. We know you have nerves of steel. You were telling them jokes and had everyone falling about laughing.”

Lauren had obviously told them everything. I know! Martini women have no secrets from each other. That did put me at ease a little. I wondered if I should tell them that I was getting wet between the legs again. If I went out with them and sat on a chair, I might leave a wet mark. I realized that I had to tell Miranda.

“Miranda can we go upstairs for a minute?”

“Whatever is the matter darling?” she said.

“I need to tell you something upstairs, please?”

She considered the request for a moment then took me up the stairs into her bedroom. The other two watched us as we went. Neither of them commenting but I could sense to puzzlement. Inside her bedroom Miranda stopped me.

“Whatever is the matter Sophia. You have me perplexed.”

“Not wanting to be crude, but I have a little wetness problem between my legs,” I said.

“Whatever do you want me to do about it Sophia? We are not going into the bathroom again before we go out.”

“No that’s not what I need Miranda. I just need a pair of regular panties and a maxipad. I just need to keep dry.”

“Oh,” said Miranda. “Now that is a problem I can deal with without too much effort!”

Miranda gave me a delightful pair of white panties and a maxipad and I put them on. I do love the feeling of silky nylon panties covering my ass cheeks. Lace panties are sexy yes but I think full nylon panties are much more practical for a girl like me.

“OK, now I am ready.”

Miranda took my hand and guided me out of her room and down the stairs.

“We are ready Ellen. Let’s get going before she changes her mind.”

“The car is outside the door,” said Ellen.

I just followed along with whatever they told me. We skipped down the staircase our heels clattering against the marble steps, across the hallway to the door. Robert was there to open the door for us and we stepped out into the fading sunlight.

Ellen’s car was newish yellow Beetle convertible and the top was down. Miranda skipped into the back seat and ushered me into the front. Ellen got into the drivers seat, started the car and we put our seat belts on.

“Away we go ladies,” said Ellen.