Uplifting Four

With a razor in her hand she told me to stand still while she checked me for errant hair. There were a few on my back that I had not been able to reach and a couple on the backs of my legs that I had missed but she was happy that I had fulfilled my task.

She then asked me what I had worn when Keith had visited so I opened the fun room and showed her the leather pants and jerkin. She wanted to know what I had worn on my feet and I showed her the boots.

“That’s handy” she remarked “you are pretty much the same size as Justine so almost everything in the place will fit you. You don’t realise how lucky you are.”

“But I don’t want to fit in to her things” I whined “this is just a one-off!” She just smiled and we went back into the main bedroom.

She got me to lie on the bed while she rummaged around in the drawers again. When she cried ‘Eureka’ I realised that my weekend was going to be so much different to any I had experienced before.

She rubbed some gel around my breast area and to each side. She then pressed something over the whole area and held it there for several minutes. When she took her hands away she stepped back and said “You now have a breastplate glued to you. When you stand up you will have genuine breasts, just like mine. We will go around the edges with more glue so that you will look just like a girl to the casual eye.”

I did then stand up and nearly fell on my face. She laughed and told me that this was why she had started my day early as I needed to get used to a few things before I was allowed outside.

I stood quietly while she did check the edges and filled the gaps, wiping the excess glue with a tissue. She then got me to put on some black satin panties over the gaff and followed that with a black satin bra that she called a tee-shirt bra. When I pulled off the shower cap and looked in the mirror I saw what they had said last night. I did look a bit like Tatiana – no – I looked a lot like Tatiana!

I was told to put the robe on and she went to the linen cupboard and pulled out the sheets and pillow cases for the big bed. Together we made up the bed with pink satin sheets and then pulled the pink cover over it before replacing the soft toys.

I had quite taken to a large teddy bear and resolved to sneak it into my own room when I was alone again. I heard noises from the kitchen and we went out to investigate, finding the other two girls laying the table and setting out a salad lunch.

Tatiana had the kettle on and when she saw me walk into the room she gave a little cry and came over to hug me, saying “Geri, I always wanted a sister and now I have one!”

I was shocked when our breasts collided and she wiggled a bit to interlock them while we hugged. There was a flash as we stood together and Francine had taken a picture of the two of us with big smiles on our faces.

So there we were; all four of us with robes on over our underwear and I was now part of their group, at least, while we were home. We ate our light lunch and I found out that I now had a place where crumbs can congregate on my chest.

As we were eating, Francine asked me what my nickname had been at school. I said “With a surname of Halliwell and a Christian name of Gerald, I should think you could guess.”

They all cried “Ginger!” and I nodded. After we had tidied up, the girls looked through the wardrobe and drawers for something I could wear that evening.

“It will be jeans or slacks but we are all going for a meal first so should look good” Francine explained.

“Oh. Great!” I thought; I was not only going to be in a dimly lit club but now was to be shown to the general public in a restaurant.

They did find a pair of red leather skinny jeans and a pair of boots in the same colour and it was decided that the only colour for a top had to be black and one was found hanging with a load of others that was declared workable.

I was ordered to put the jeans and boots on after I was given a pair of knee-high stockings to wear. I must say that these felt crazy good on my legs. I kept the robe on and was instructed to walk around and get used to moving in the boots which had a four inch heel. It was hard but was told to keep my shoulders back and lead with my groin while taking shorter steps. It then started to feel right.

One trouble I had was that I kept knocking things with my breasts, seeing that they were so new. I also now needed to move my arms so that I cleared the sides of my new body.

Everything felt wrong, but right. By mid-afternoon they were happy with my progress and my voice, having had to speak in a higher register for a few hours by then. I had to now put the top on and take a coat that had been selected for me.

Of course, it was red leather to match the jeans and boots – Justine was always a classy dresser, even in jeans.

Margo had found a small red shoulder bag which she had filled with what she called ‘essential supplies’ and I put my keys into it, along with a purse that I had filled with my cards and ID.

We then moved into the girl’s apartment. Here they sat me at Margos’ vanity and put a sheet over my clothes. Firstly, Tatiana worked on my face giving my brows a trim and using her own make-up so that we would match. Then, while she went off to get ready, Francine gave me a manicure and added nails which she then painted to match the jeans and also the lipstick I now sported.

Finally, Margo worked on my hair with some rollers and a spray bottle. Before she finished, she took a hand-held gadget and pierced my ears to add a pair of studs.

I was almost a total dummy as I allowed all of this to happen as I reckoned that most of what they had done would not be too apparent come Monday morning for work. When I finally looked in the mirror after I had been adorned with some jewellery I was staggered as I did look so much like Tatiana that it was almost unreal.

When they were all dressed and made up we had a photo session with Francine taking pictures of me and Tatiana smiling at the camera and, using a selfie stick, a few of all of us together which she sent to each of our computers.

Margo got an SMS message on her phone and she said that our transport was waiting downstairs. It was a jovial group of girls and one slightly reluctant would-be that went down in the lift and spilled out into the street.

I was pushed into the back of a large car with Francine and Tatiana while Margo got in front with the driver.

As we pulled away she turned and said “Geri, meet Steve, our driver when we go on jobs, he is on overtime tonight and will bring us home when I send him a message to pick us up.”

I said, in a small voice “Hello Steve, it’s great to meet you; at least we can all get drunk tonight.”

He looked into the mirror and also into my eyes when he said “Geri, I don’t know how many sisters Tatiana has but if there are more like you at home the men of the world don’t stand a chance.”

The girls laughed and Tatiana said “Steve, you old smoothie, you know that we all love you to bits and I am sure that Geri will do so as well.”

I just sat back and there was a lump in my throat as I contemplated what had just happened. A perfect stranger and – yes, a man – had complemented me on my looks within an hour of being transformed into Tatianas’ sister.

He took us across town to a good, but not overpriced, Chinese restaurant where he parked and we all got out. There was a table for six waiting for us with an older lady sitting there already.

The girls greeted her as she stood up and Margo introduced me. “Babs, meet Geri, a neighbour, friend, knight in shining armour that time with the drug pusher and tonight, the newly minted sister of Tatiana, who is, unfortunately, an only child.”

I looked at Babs and said that I was happy to meet her and then looked at Steve who was rearranging his face from a look of shock to a broad smile.

We were sat with me between Steve and Babs and it was difficult to keep my mind on the two conversations. Steve had heard about the drug pusher affair second hand and wanted to know all about it. Babs had known all about it at the time but we had not met.

Her questions were more about my background and working experience. She commented to the girls that I would look good for a camera and Francine showed her the pictures we had taken earlier. She asked that Francine send them to her work computer. It was, all in all, an interesting meal and I was the centre of more than one persons’ attention, a first for me.

When we eventually finished, Babs said that she had promised the girls and Steve a meal in recognition of a good photo shoot the week before and was extra happy that they had brought me along.

She then said that she had been contacted by a customer who wanted to run advertising based on twins and that I could be hearing from her! I was in a state of shock when we got to the car and didn’t realise that I was now in the front with Steve as we pulled away, the others in the back giggling a lot.

As we drove to our evening entertainment Steve reached over and took my hand. I was suddenly a total wimp as I let him hold it.

“Geri” he said quietly “I have always thought that Tatiana was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, and I have met a lot. Even though I know now what you have between your legs, you match her as another of the most beautiful girls I know and I hope we can be friends.”

I finally felt my whole self was lifted into a new plane of existence and I looked at him and said “Steve, I will like that” and smiled.

Marianne Gregory © 2022