“I’m not kissing a man and that’s that!” Danielle said indignantly.

Although Danielle had succumbed to the charms of Mary Mayne she felt that kissing a man was different. Mary presented as a gorgeous sexy femme fatale, Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was a stuck-up arsehole of a man.

Danielle hated her leading man and Steven despised her back. He wasn’t really that good an actor but Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington had leaned on Benny Benquist, well ordered him really, to give Boyd the lead. The Escape Committee had approved an escape plan put forward by Steven Boyd and getting him into the play was part of it.

Being lead in the am-dram society excused Steven from any other duties so when he wasn’t rehearsing he could refine his escape plan. It also gave a legitimate reason to access The Shop where they were busy making him counterfeit identity documents and tailoring him some suits to wear when he escaped.

Steven Boyd refused to treat Danny as Danielle despite the fact that Danielle and all of the ‘female’ actors remained in character all day every day. He also pulled his rank, insisting on being called ‘sir’ when not actually rehearsing.

Good order and discipline was maintained in Stalag Luft Oberursel. Officers had separate quarters to the airmen, uniforms were maintained as best as possible, there was a morning parade and marks of request were exchanged. The amateur dramatic society was excused this tedium while they were in rehearsal, after the morning parade and head count the am-dram clique were allowed to get into costume and into character and stay that way all day until lights out.

Their productions were loved as much by their German captors as they were by the prisoners. With little in the way of entertainment and without access to any newspapers or radio, except for the illegal radio kept hidden and used only by the Escape Committee, the Oberium Theatre was really the only form of entertainment.

Flight Sargent Matthew ‘Benny’ Benquist put on professional productions; given what he had to work with his plays were as good as anything appearing in the West End. Productions could take as long as two months to prepare, depending on the complexity, especially the musicals. They ran for two weeks or sometimes longer if they were popular; some of the POWs and the guards too would watch the performances repeatedly.

‘Wearing rank’ when in character was quite ridiculous and hindered the production process.

“He’s got a stick up his arse,” Danielle said to Mary Mayne during a break in rehearsal.

“He might have but he’s so dreamy; he can stick it in my arse any time he likes,” Mary giggled.

“God you’re such a slut!” Danielle slapped Mary playfully.

Danielle was now fully aware that most of the ‘female’ leads, or Benny’s Girls as they called themselves, not only liked dressing like women to act in the camp productions, they were also fetishic transvestites who delighted as dressing as women for sexual purposes.

Some had been crossdressers before they joined the RAF and some had ‘converted’ during their captivity. There was a core of prisoners who had a penchant for Benny's Girls and they would sneak off for trysts when the opportunity presented itself. There was also the odd German guard or two who didn’t mind idling away some time with the ‘girls’.

Besides the single encounter with Mary when she had relieved Danielle whilst she had dressed as a woman for the first time, Danielle had resisted any temptation to engage in such activities. She was not at all interested in the men who coveted her but she was tempted by some of the other girls. All this not helped by the fact that she felt so feminine whilst dressed and adored wearing the lingerie and makeup.

But Steven Boyd repulsed her, despite his handsomeness.

He treated her not only like a subordinate but also as a social inferior, which was ridiculous had he known Danny Collingwood’s background.

Daniel had been a precocious child; highly intelligent and always far advanced in maturity and intelligence for his age. He had gone to one of the best schools in England and as well as excelling in academic subjects he was also fluent in French and nearly so in German. He came from a wealthy family of noble background and after completing college had spent a year in Europe where his language skills had improved. He spoke perfect French with a Parisian accent. When the war broke out his parents could easily have used their influence to keep Danny out of the armed services. He was offered a position in the intelligence community because of his education and language skills but had refused.

He could have joined any of the armed services as an officer but once again he refused and joined the RAF as an aircraftsman much to his parent’s horror. He was offered a commission in the RAF but refused, insisting on becoming flight crew. Because of his small frame he was ideally suited to be a tail gunner. The tail gunner position was cramped with very little room to move other than to operate the turret and fire the weapons.

After basic training he joined Number 44 Squadron, based at RAF Waddington, Lincolnshire, the first RAF squadron to convert to the Lancaster bomber. The tail turret was the most important defensive position on the aircraft and carried the heaviest armament. Despite this, the turrets used were never entirely satisfactory and numerous designs were tried. The tail gunner escaped by rotating his turret to the rear, opening the door in the back of the turret, passing into the fuselage, and clipping on a parachute that was hung on the sidewall. He could then exit through the rear entrance door.

Danny unfortunately got to use his parachute when on 17 October 1942 an audacious daytime raid performed by the Lancasters of his squadron bombed the Schneider Works at Le Creusot, France; only one aircraft was lost during the course of the mission. It was Danny’s. He was taken prisoner and interned in Stalag Luft Oberursel, Germany.

“Earl! Danielle! Come on you two! You’re supposed to be having a torrid affair, at least act like you like each other!” Benny was losing his patience with his two leads.

He called them over so he could speak with them privately.

“Look I know you both have your reasons for playing the leads in my production but if you two don’t at least try to act your parts I’ll fire you both!” Benny said heatedly.

“Flight Sargent Benquist; I won’t stand for your insolence!” Steven Boyd snapped.

“Well fuck you! Sir!” Benny swore turned on his heels and stormed away.

“Rehearsals are over the day!” he shrieked in his shrill voice.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd went straight over Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington’s hut and made a complaint, wanting Flight Sargent Benquist bought up on charges. Smithy was meeting with other members of the escape Committee so he took Steven Boyd outside. He offered him a cigarette.

“I’m going to speak to you candidly Steven; have you ever heard the phrase ‘tough titty said the kitty’?” Smithy drew on his cigarette.

Steven shook his head.

“Well it’s appropriate here. I have one and only one Flight Sargent Matthew ‘Benny’ Benquist who is intrinsic to keeping up the men’s morale with his amateur dramatic society which also provides a ruse for the existence of The Shop,” Smithy blew smoke towards the sky.

“I have about fifty Flight Lieutenants and twice that many enlisted men who want to escape. Your German language skills stink and so does your attitude. Now get back over there and do whatever the fuck you are told to do or I’ll put you in charge of painting rocks,” Smithy dropped his cigarette on the hard clay and ground it out with his boot.

He turned away and went back inside the hut.

Steven Boyd baulked. He wasn’t used to being spoken to like that but he realised that unless he buckled under, any chance of an escape was gone. He went back to the theatre with his tail between his legs and apologised to Flight Sargent Benquist. The apology stuck in his craw but he had no choice.

Rehearsals continued.

“I’m still not kissing a man!” Danielle pouted.

“Ok you two. I’ll be happy if you just pretend you have passion for each other during these early preparations; but when we get into full production rehearsals you had better show me some emotion or you’re both fired,” Benny threw his script on the table.

“Can he do that sir? Fire us?” Danielle asked.

“Yes he bloody-well can! And call me Steven while we are in character from now on,” Steven blushed and Danielle couldn’t help but smile.

Things got a little better on stage after that until one day Wing Commander ‘Smithy’ Smyth-Waddington came down to see how the production was going.

“My god! Is that you in there Danny?” Smithy was astonished.

Danielle had spent every waking hour practicing to be woman. With Mary Mayne’s help she had learned to adjust her posture and how to walk just like a woman and mastered the art of walking in high heels.

“Smaller steps, point your toes inward a little and down; come down on the front of your foot first darling or you’ll be arse over tits,” Mary encouraged her protégé.

Mary also taught Danielle how to talk like a woman.

“Better to embellish the truth than tell an out and out lie if you know what I mean. A falsetto is exactly that, ‘false’. Work on feminising your own voice,” Mary said.

“When a man talks the sound forms in the top of the larynx. When a lady speaks, her voice forms at the bottom. To sound higher raise the sides of your tongue to press against your upper teeth at the back and try to sing a bit more as you speak, allowing a little more breath into your tone,” she explained.

It was twice as hard for Danielle because once she had perfected her femme voice in English she had to adopt it to her French and German languages.

She listened to Marlene Dietrich records and imitated her voice when speaking both English and German and emulated Edith Piaf when speaking French; both had distinctive contralto voices, which were the same timbre as her own.

Danielle was now ‘passable’; undistinguishable from a woman unless you lifted her skirts of put your hand in her bra.

“Bloody marvellous Danny. Come over to my hut for a cuppa and a chat at two o’clock,” Smithy beamed.

Danielle was over the moon expecting Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington and the Escape Committee to approve Danny’s plan to escape disguised as a woman to throw the German’s off track. When he arrived at Smithy’s hut the Escape Committee was sitting behind the long table they used for planning purposes and there were two chairs arranged in front of them.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was already occupying one of the chairs.

“Sit down Danny,” Smithy pointed to the spare chair.

When Danielle sat down smoothing her skirt under her and crossing her ankles every man present couldn’t help but look at her long legs and pretty face.

“My god you look brilliant! I wouldn’t recognise you at all,” Smithy gushed.

“So you’re approving my escape plan then sir?” Danielle was confident.

“Well yes… but with a slight modification,” Smithy began.

Danielle was about to reply but Smith held up a finger.

“You’re taking Flight Lieutenant Boyd with you,” Smithy continued; once again raising a finger to halt Danielle’s response.

“His French isn’t as good as yours and his German is bloody atrocious,” this time he held a finger up to Steven.

“You’re going as a married couple. You are employed as an interpreter and travelling to Calais with your husband who doesn’t speak German. That way Steven can stay schtum; say nothing, that way he won’t get himself in the shit while you are still in Germany,” Smithy beamed.

“But!” both Danielle and Steven said in unison.

“Butt me no butts! I get two escapes for one with both of you going over the wire. The Shop is working on your papers and travel documents so get back to rehearsals and try to get along,” Smithy picked up some papers and started talking to the man next to him.

Both Danielle and Steven were stunned. They both sat there bewildered; unable to move.

“Come on you two; chop, chop. I now pronounce you man and wife,” Smithy made a sign of the cross and laughed.

The rest of the Escape Committee laughed along with him.

Danielle stormed off and purloined a bottle of rotgut as the prisoners referred to their illicit home brewed alcohol. She crawled into one of the many hidey-holes behind the stage that were used for storage but also for clandestine rendezvous. She had smoked two cigarettes and drunk a quarter of the bottle when Mary opened the hatch and crawled in beside her. There was just enough room to sit comfortably but not enough to stand; there were a couple of old blankets on the bare ground to sit on.

“Thought I’d find you here; bloody Steven Boyd is throwing a tanty as well, storming round the set” Mary took the bottle from Danielle and took an unladylike swig.

“You two have a lover’s tiff or something?” Mary tried to lighten the mood.

“Fucking Smithy! He’s making me take that useless sod with me when I go. That idiot will have us captured as soon as he opens his gob!” Danielle complained.

“Well it’ll be up to you to make sure he behaves then won’t it,” Mary dug Danielle in the ribs.

“It’s not funny Mary!” Danielle whined.

“Jeez you sound just like my sister; you’ve got that whingeing voice down perfect. Anyway; I wouldn’t mind being on the run with tall, dark and handsome Steven Boyd, he can keep me warm at night,” Mary said, the innuendo not lost on Danielle.

“Oh god no!” Danielle snatched the bottle back and drank.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Mary tried to snatch the bottle back but Danielle resisted.

“You take that back you floozy!” Danielle began to struggle with Mary.

“Little Danielle’s got a crush on Steven,” Mary said in a childlike taunting voice.

Danielle rolled over on top of Mary, straddling her and pinning her arms to the floor. She lowered her face an inch away from Mary’s.

“Take it back you bitch!” Danielle breathed rotgut into Mary’s face, their lips so close they were nearly touching.

Mary smiled up at Danielle.

“I’ve really made you into a girl haven’t I? You even fight like a girl,” Mary sniggered.

Danielle released one of Mary’s wrists so the she could punch her and that was the opportunity that Mary needed. She was bigger and stronger that Danielle despite her femininity she was a good fighter.

Mary rolled Danielle over and now she was lying on top her.

“Seems like that I now have the advantage,” Mary tittered.

During the struggle their legs had become entwined and their skirts ridden up. Mary scissored and the hiss of nylons rubbing together filled the silence. Their groins were pressed together, a barrier of satin, silk and nylon between them. Mary felt Danielle become tumescent and she smiled and ground her pubis into Danielle’s.

“You didn’t gaff today did you, you naughty girl,” Mary chided and Danielle blushed.

“Now you take it back,” Mary whispered in Danielle’s ear.

The wisp of Mary’s breath in her ear flamed Danielle’s excitement.

“I’m sorry,” Danielle whispered and searched Mary’s eyes.

Mary knew that look. Danielle was excited but confused; she wanted something but didn’t know how to ask.

Mary lowered her lips to Danielle's. Danielle kept her lips firmly closed so Mary kissed her softly; closed-mouthed. She delicately kissed the side of Danielle's mouth, then her cheek, the tip of nose, her eyelid and then returned to her mouth.

This time Danielle opened her lips and allowed Mary to slip in her tongue and probe Danielle's mouth. Danielle put her arms around Mary and pulled her close and Danielle reciprocated, meeting Mary’s tongue with her own.

They kissed, their bodies pressed together, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Danielle broke the kiss.

“Is this wrong?” her eyes searched Mary’s.

“Does it matter?” Mary lowered her face back to Danielle's.

Mary’s hand meandered down Danielle's body and found her legs, she stroked Danielle's stockinged thighs. Danielle made muffled groaning sounds and began to wriggle. Mary was unsure whether it was a sign of encouragement or rebuttal but when her fingers found Danielle erect inside her satin knickers she didn’t care either way.

She gripped Danielle's shaft, smoothing the silky sleek material around it. She slowly began to stroke Danielle's hard penis, felling the dewy wetness as Danielle leaked into her knickers.

“Oh my!” Danielle gasped.

All pretence of rejection ceased, Danielle pulled Mary closer and kissed her deeply. She raised the small of her back off the ground to encourage Mary who had ceased stroking Danielle's penis and was now featherlightly running her fingers along the gossamer clad appendage. She broke the kiss and looked down on Danielle's pretty face.

“You like it don’t you?” she smiled.

“Yes! Now stop teasing,” Danielle bucked, encouraging Mary to stroke her again.

Danielle was disappointed when Mary broke their embrace; she thought that she might have done something wrong. But what Mary did next astonished her.

Mary twisted herself around so that her mouth was above Danielle's groin then she lowered her head and lapped at Danielle's knicker-clad erection.

Danielle gasped; she had never had anyone use their mouth down there. She gently placed her hands on Mary’s head and encouraged her. Mary teased Danielle, gently lapping at her phallus through the layer of satin as Danielle writhed beneath her. She took one of Danielle's hands away and guided it under her skirt.

Danielle explored Mary’s stocking tops, luxuriating in the feel of the diaphanous nylon stocking and the contrast of Mary’s smooth flesh above the welt. With some trepidation Danielle slid her hand across the front of Mary’s knickers and found that Mary too was erect and her knickers wet. She didn’t feel the revulsion that she suspected she might when she actually took Mary’s member in her hand. It felt wonderful, erotic, powerful, and exiting.

Danielle almost forgot what Mary was doing to her; she was so excited exploring inside Mary’s knickers, marvelling at the feel of the smooth shaft, the pulsing, throbbing cock hard in her hand.

Then Mary slipped Danielle's cock out of her panties and engulfed it with her mouth. She slavered at the turgid appendage and was reward immediately with a mouthful of creamy semen. Danielle could not repress her climax. She squirmed and shuddered, mouthing incoherent squeals of delight.

Danielle’s orgasm could only be described as earth shattering. It was not only the feel of Mary’s mouth on her penis, it was the whole experience of being enfemme whilst climaxing, the taste and scent of her makeup and perfume, the rapture of her legs encased in sheer stockings, her feet clad in high heels. There was also the delightful sensation of nylon knickers and satin slip, the awareness of her skirt and blouse, the whole wondrous femininity of it all.

Danielle instinctively guided Mary’s penis to her mouth and mimicked the suckling effect that Mary was performing on her. She slavered at the organ with her tongue and worked her lips up and down the shaft. She was rewarded with a mouthful of ejaculate, which tasted musty but also ambrosial. She was not all repulsed; quite the contrary; she lapped at the organ and swallowed Mary’s issue with relish. Danielle felt empowerment as well as lust; the whole experience was liberating.

Mary drained the last of Danielle's spend and licked her lover clean, tucking her deflating penis back inside her knickers and Danielle followed suit. Mary turned around and lay beside Danielle and kissed her tentatively; waiting for Danielle to be repulsed but Danielle crushed her lips against Mary’s and explored her mouth with her tongue.

Mary broke the kiss and looked at Danielle earnestly.

“Are you ok? No post coital regret?” she asked.

“Au contraire; that was wonderful. You are indeed a brilliant teacher,” Danielle smiled at Mary and then pulled her close and kissed her again.

They lay in each other’s arms, softly caressing and kissing each other for most of the afternoon.

“You’ve taught me everything else about being a transvestite woman; will you teach about sex?” Danielle whispered.

“You seem to be getting the hang of it,” Mary smiled mischievously.

“You know what I mean,” Danielle punched her softly in the shoulder.

“I want to be good at it; I want to make sure I pleasure you as much as you pleasure me,” she stroked Mary’s face.

Mary sighed and kissed Danielle which led to more foreplay which led to more fellatio; but this time they took it slow and Mary guided Danielle, teaching her how to use her tongue, her lips and sometimes her teeth to invoke the greatest pleasure.

“You know what you’re learning here might become as important to you outside the wire as what you are learning on the stage. Sometimes when a woman is in tight spot she uses her sexuality to overcome adversity,” Mary caressed Danielle's thigh absentmindedly.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Danielle looked puzzled.

Then it dawned on her.

“Oh no! Oh no, never! I couldn’t so that with a man,” Danielle shuddered, repulsed at the thought.

“But you like doing it with me, and you like me doing it to you” Mary countered.

“It’s different! Were women, or goddamn close to it! I don’t know how to explain it. Danielle Collingwood loves having sex with Mary Mayne but could never have sex with Senior Aircraftman Douglas Mayne; do you get it?” Danielle tried to explain.

“Yeah I get it. There are a couple of the other girls who feel the same way. You’re not a fag if you only suck transvestite cock,” Mary teased.

“Don’t make it sound so crude!” Danielle punched Mary again, a little harder this time.

“You do it with men don’t you?” Danielle snuggled up to Mary.

“Yes,” Mary drew out her answer.

“There is nothing that makes me feel more feminine that being held by a handsome strong man,” Mary sighed.

“And then being shagged by him,” Mary giggled and Danielle pummelled her with fake punches.

Then she became serious again.

“When you say fuck you mean…?” she left the question hanging.

“You know what I mean,” Mary replied sternly.

“Oh yuk! No way! Isn’t that…isn’t the dirty?” Danielle had to admit her interest was piqued.

“If it’s done right it’s beautiful; once you’ve done the preparation you can confidently enjoy the experience,” Mary smiled.

“Well not for me I’m afraid; nor am I having anything like that to do with a man!” Danielle said confidently, lighting a cigarette.

“I’m just saying that when you are outside the wire you’d do anything not to get caught. You never say never. If I had to choose between sucking on a Luger or a cock I know which one I’d opt for,” Mary took the proffered smokes and lit one herself.

“I can smell those cigarettes from here! Now if you two have finished playing struggle-rug on the blanket I’d like you back on stage please!” Benny kicked the hatch and shouted.

Danielle cringed.

“God do you think he knows? Shit! Everyone will know if he keeps yelling like that,” Danielle sounded worried.

“You really are naïve Danielle, all the girls in the production are going to know anyway. I don’t know what it is we just know when one of the girls is bonking one of the others; call it tranny intuition,” Mary laughed.

She stubbed out her cigarette and got ready to leave.

“We’re hardly bonking!” Danielle said self-righteously.

“Yet!” Mary winked at her and backed out of the hatch.

Work on the production continued.

Clash by Night was hardly a big production; there were no musical numbers so the 'Oberdium Theatre Orchestra' was only required to provide background music and the cast was only twenty actors with four principal leads. Few extras were required. There were no really elaborate sets but there was enough work to keep everybody busy.

The Shop worked on fitting out Danielle and Steven with travelling attire and the necessary travel documentation to ensure their bonafides as they crossed the many checkpoints and the random stop and searches that the Nazis and Nazi collaborators conducted. Danielle was fitted out with a couple of dresses to go with the brown and blue pinstriped suits that she would wear in the production. Steven was fitted another suit too so that he had three in total.

Their documents identified them as Mr and Mrs Stephan and Danielle Bouvier; French citizens and Nazi collaborators. They had a backstory to justify their journey. Danielle was an interpreter who had been seconded to work at the headquarters of the 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt. She deciphered captured documents, translated radio messages, and on occasion translated for the Wehrmacht and Gestapo when they interrogated Allied POWs.

The couple had been allowed to transfer to Calais to be close to Danielle’s ailing mother. Calais was the Command Post for German forces in the Pas-de-Calais and Flanders region and she would be working for the occupation forces there as an interpreter.

There was also a very strong French Resistance organisation in and around Calais. The SFIO Liberation-Nord were mainly concerned with spying on the Germans and disrupting German operations, waiting patiently for the Allies to liberate them but they had also returned many POWs to Dover just across the English Channel.

Danielle and ‘Stephan’ would travel most of their journey by train via Cologne, Lieg, Brussels, Ghent, Ostend and Dunkirk, and finally Calais. They would contact a small German Resistance group immediately after their escape who would hide the couple until the initial kafuffle had died down. They would then travel by legitimate means, mainly rail, until they reached Calais. It was considered safer that way; they had the appropriate paperwork which they were confident would stand up to scrutiny so there was no need to behave suspiciously.

Danielle's main concern was Steven Boyd. To carry out their ruse he would need to be deferential to his ‘wife’ whose language skills were highly prized by the Germans; he was really just accompanying her. Also his German was awful; she was determined for him not to speak unless absolutely necessary. His French was passable and likely to fool the German’s but any French national would immediately pick him for a foreigner.

He was a liability and so was his ego.

Danielle and Steven had to practice their backstory as well as their roles in the play. To some extent the production rehearsals helped, but when they rehearsed their roles as Mr and Mrs Bouvier Steven refused to let Danielle be the dominant partner.

“You need to let me take the lead; you need to act like a husband who is grateful to have such a pretty wife and allowed to accompany her,” Danielle tried to explain.

“The Germans will not respect a man who hides behind his wife’s pinafore! I need to act like I’m in charge at all times,” Steven countered.

“And when the Feldjägerkorps border guard starts talking to you in rapidfire German what are you going to say husband of mine?” Danielle asked sarcastically.

“I’ll defer him to you,” Steven answered snootily.

“As soon as you open your mouth they will know you’re British. You might as well offer them a cup of tea and crumpet!” Danielle stamped her foot.

“You might look like a woman, you might sound like a woman, and you certainly behave like a woman; but you’re really just a Corporal and I’m an officer in the Royal Airforce! You will do what you’re told!” Steven snapped.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd once again found himself outside of Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington’s hut.

“Look Steven; I’m not asking you to shag her. I’m just asking you to pretend you’re married to her and be the faithful deferential husband,” Smithy lit a cigarette; he pointedly did not offer one to Steven.

“But she’s not a she! He’s a Corporal! A fucking tailgunner for god sake! I’m a fucking pilot!” Steven was exasperated.

“See there! That there! That’s the attitude that is going to get you both captured or killed. If you can’t behave yourself and get your character weighed off, you’re for the high horse. I’ll have your understudy take your place not only in the play but in the escape,” Smithy growled.

“Final warning!” Smithy turned his back and was about to walk away.

“By the way old chap; I wouldn’t get all uppity about Collingwood being only a Corporal. He is better educated than you and comes from a far better family. Rather than looking down your nose at that pretty little thing maybe you should ask her about herself. You should do; you are married to her,” Smithy chuckled at his own joke as he walked away.

Danielle was good student, not only of her role in the play and her role as married French interpreter, but she was an especially good student of transbian sex as Benny’s girls called it. She practiced with Mary almost every day and was soon an adept fellatrix. They experimented with every perversion imaginable except one; until one afternoon they were canoodling under the stage in their favourite hidey-hole and Danielle was on top of Mary.

They were kissing passionately and practicing frottage through their knickers; Mary wore nylon knickers and Danielle satin and exquisite friction of their erect penises rubbing together was driving them both wild.

Mary had her legs open and Danielle was between them, their skirts were hiked up and they were rubbing against each other like minxes.

Mary reached down and extracted Danielle’s penis from her knickers so Danielle was expecting either hand relief or fellatio as was their usual lovemaking routine. But Danielle was surprised when Mary took Danielle's penis guided it to her sphincter.

“Wait Mary I’m not sure… oh my god!” Mary had thrust upward and impaled herself on Danielle’s cock.

As her penis slid all the way inside Mary, Danielle was astounded by the pleasurable feeling of Mary’s tight anus gripping her penis. Almost automatically she began to thrust, as she did Mary who lifted her legs and wrapped them around Danielle’s flanks, encouraging her. They kissed as Danielle drove her rampant penis in and out Mary’s slick passage. She began to fuck Mary harder as she felt her orgasm approaching and Mary rose up to meet her.

“Am I hurting you?” Danielle was concerned that fucking Mary so hard might cause her pain.

“Oh yeah! Your hurting me so hard I just came in my knickers,” Mary sighed.

Danielle felt Mary’s anus grip her penis and convulse; she glanced down and saw that Mary was ejaculating into her panties. This invoked Danielle's climax and she gripped Mary and drove herself deep inside her lover and spent herself. The two transvestites clung to each other kissing and uttering words of the utmost depravity as they both orgasmed.

Later as they lay in each other’s arms smoking Danielle worked up the courage to ask her lover the question that was burning away at her.

“It’s doesn’t hurt?” Danielle turned on her side to face Mary.

“What doesn’t hurt?” Mary knew what Danielle meant but she was determined to drag it out of her.

“You know. When I fucked you. I could tell by the look on your face that you were enjoying it and of course when you came in your knickers it was obvious,” Danielle patted Mary’s damp knickers; Mary’s skirt was still hiked up out of the way so as not get stained by her semen.

“I’ll be honest with you; sometimes it does hurt but in a nice way that’s hard to explain. It usually hurts the first time and always if lubricant isn’t used,” Mary explained.

“But I don’t remember lubricating you?” Danielle was confused.

“I had pre-lubricated myself. I’d prepared myself and lubricated inside my anus with Vaseline,” Mary explained.

“Really?” Danielle was no wiser.

“Ok. Let me change my knickers and we are off to the camp hospital,” Mary disengaged herself from Danielle.

“Meet me out front of the hospital in fifteen minutes,” Mary said stubbing out her cigarette.

“Ok now what?” Danielle asked twenty minutes later as they entered the door to the field hospital.

“Follow me,” Mary led Danielle to the dispensary.

“Benny’s Girls are allowed in here to take what we call our necessaries. The camp doctors would rather let us take an ounce of prevention than administer a pound of cure,” Mary winked at her.

She strode past the orderly as if he wasn’t there; the orderly was too busy administering to real patients to worry about one of Benny’s Girls. He knew what they wanted and it was no problem

“Ok open your purse. These are the necessaries,” Mary threw a douche, a roll of surgical tape, and a tube of Vaseline into Danielle’s purse.

They went back to their deserted barracks and laid out their plunder on the table beside their bunks. Since the first week of production, Mary had moved into Danielle’s barrack hut. They were friends and lovers as Danielle and Mary and mates as Danny and Doug. It was a strange arrangement but it worked.

“What do I do with this?” Danielle held up the douche.

It had a red rubber ball on one end with a plastic pipette coming out of it that had a rounded end.

“There is no way not to be frank about it I’m afraid sweet’s. You fill the rubber ball with water, put some Vaseline on the stem, and stick it up your bottom and squeeze. Evacuate and then keep repeating until the water comes out clear,” Mary said candidly and lit a cigarette.

Danielle shivered with disgust.

“Sorry darling; that’s the practicality of anal sex but I can tell you it’s well worth it,” Mary exhaled smoke in a series of rings.

“And where am I supposed to carry out this disgusting ritual?” Danielle lit a cigarette.

“Best done in the bog dearie. You can do it in the garden though if you’d like to fertilise the veggies,” Mary said facetiously.

Danielle's anger was rising.

“How can I do it in the bog! They’ll all be watching me,” she slammed the douche down on the table.

The airman’s latrine was just a series of holes cut into a long bench over a trench with a roll of toilet paper at each end. There was no privacy.

“We get to use the officers bogs when we are enfemme you ninny. You wait until then,” Mary smiled smugly.

Danielle realised that she had been stupid. She knew that once dressed they could use the officer’s heads, which were individual stalls instead of an open free for all.

“Then you squeeze Vaseline inside you but keep some handy because you will likely need to lube up the offered appendage,” Mary laughed when Danielle blushed.

“The tape?” Danielle lifted the roll off the table.

“Ah. That serves a practical purpose. You know how Benny often complains about the bump in the front of your skirt and I promised you I’d show you how to gaff the first time I… well shall we say relived you?” Mary explained and Danielle nodded.

Mary looked around to double check the barracks was clear. It was mid afternoon so everyone should be at work.

“Ok. Stand up, hike up your skirt and pull down your knickers,” Mary said around her smoke.

“You’re joking right?” Danielle was shocked to be asked to do such a thing in the open barracks.

“Just do it!” Mary insisted.

Danielle stood and did as she was told

“Ok you feel under there?” Mary put her fingers under Danielle’s groin.

Danielle placed her fingers there and located her inguinal canals where Mary had her fingers.

“You push your testes back up where they came from. Do it gently and stop if there is any pain,” Mary instructed.

To Danielle's amazement she was able to push her testes up into her body leaving her scrotal sac empty. Mary then showed her how to wrap the sac around her penis and push them back between her legs. She used a piece of surgical tape to keep the tuck secured.

Danielle pulled up her knickers and was delighted with the result. She had a smooth appearance with no evidence of any genitals.

“Ok now you know how to gaff. The douching and lubricating is up to you; you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to. But if you want to be fucked it’s essential,” Mary stubbed out her cigarette.

“Let’s get back to the theatre; we have to rehearse the second act again in ten minutes,” Mary rose and Danielle tossed all of the items in her purse.

Three days later Danielle winced as Mary’s penis slipped past her sphincter and into her anus; she bit down on her tongue to stop herself crying out as Mary slowly buried her penis inside her anus.

Mary soothed and told her it was all going to be ok and she would soon be feeling the most glorious sensation she had ever felt.

Danielle called her a lying bitch and tried to expel Mary’s penis from her back passage.

Fifteen minutes later Danielle was rutting like a whore in heat; rising to meet Mary’s thrusts with her ankles locked behind Mary’s back as she begged Mary to fuck her harder.

Mary came deep inside Danielle and Danielle creamed her knickers. After, they lay sated and panting in post coital bliss. Mary leaned over and kissed her lover.

“I told you it was amazing,” Mary beamed.

Danielle just lay back and smiled up at the boards above her head; she felt the most contented that she had ever felt in her life.

To be continued