Chapter 3

When we got out at the hotel, she still held my hand as the driver left and kept hold of it all the way to her bedroom door, opening it one handed and then pulling me in, closing the door and putting her arms around my neck. What else could I do but look after her like the lady wanted to be looked after.

What made me smile was that when we took our clothes off, I saw that there was a casual outfit for me already in the wardrobe. The company does think of everything, and I expected there would be a day dress for her in my room already.

The next few days were a whirlpool of activity. We looked through the list of available crew members and started by choosing only single ones who could take the year in their stride. We called them all in and interviewed them, ending up with an engineer, a cabin and cargo supervisor, and four cabin crew who were all excited when they were told who they would be with for the next year.

We also had a short list of ‘spares’, just in case. I organized a small bus, and we went out and showed them Betsy. Two of the girls had flown with me and bands before and were impressed by the fit-out.

We shut the main door and I took them through the plane and pointed out the cameras, telling them that the plane was not a place for any untoward chit-chat and to save any comments for when they are safe in their hotel rooms.

We organized a meeting with Lesley who welcomed them all to the tour and told them that the next day we would start our transformation. She said that she did not expect everyone to wear long dresses all the time and would be supplied with more usual day-length outfits except on show nights where we would all be on duty as helpers, ushers and general helpful people who will augment the security at the venues.

All of our crews had self-defence skills and all of the cabin crew were also registered nurses. The others all went off to be measured and, before she let me go, she took me aside.

“If you were wondering which of the band are lesbians, I am one of them and I am the only one that is truly single. Music has been my life and I am looking forward to my retirement from the bright lights to maybe look for Mister or Missus Right. Or, maybe, who knows, a mixture of the two.”

The next day we went to a large salon that had been booked out, just for us. I wasn’t sure what to expect but need not have worried. The manageress took me in hand and into a private room where I spent a lot of time naked and complaining as my skin seemed to be stripped off my body and a laser used on my face.

I was then covered in soothing cream and told to get dressed again as I could relax until the next day. The other girls were all now shampooed and conditioned and looking good with wonderful skin. We would all be back the following day for the girls to be finished off while I was to undergo day two.

The following day the girls were all to get a pedicure and manicure as well extra semi-permanent eyelashes and personal make-up sessions with enough supplies to last a month or two to take away.

Jacquie, my personal sadist, told me that my part of the day was to end up with a good figure and would have to come back the day after to get the finishing touches.

That day my manhood was made to disappear under a gaff, and I had bumps added to my hips and bum first and then the breasts were attached with strong glue. There was no way I would be able to walk out like that so was redressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a top over my new bra and pantie set. A pair of two-inch heel boots finished that part of the look. Before I was allowed to leave, they shaved my sparse hair off and glued a shoulder length wig to my skull, after which it was washed and conditioned and then styled.

When I looked at my reflection I was surprised at how female and how much younger I looked. I was handed a small purse which contained my wallet and other things and the ushered into a limo to go back to the hotel.

There I was quickly rounded up by my crew and suffered the fate of being the new girl of a crowd who all wanted to go out for dinner. Up in my room I found a full wardrobe of female clothes and Molly helped me choose something for a meal.

I must say that walking along the street to the restaurant as a woman in a pack of eight of us was a very new experience, my skirt swishing around my now-stockinged legs and my heels clicking on the pavement in time with the others.

We had a lovely meal and were very well looked after by all of the waiters, and it was a pity to end the evening. Back in my room I was instructed on how to remove the make-up that Molly had put on my face and then ordered to look after the clothing.

In a new nightie I got into bed and wondered about the whole situation as I drifted off to sleep. Next day I had breakfast to my room and then Molly helped me redress, this time with open toe sandals to make it easier to get the pedicure.

It only took the morning for Jacquie finished me off and I was moved on to the next stage. The girls had spent the morning in an up-market dress shop, and all squealed in delight as I went in.

They spent no time to get me disrobed and trying on the various outfits that they had decided would look good. I had no argument with what they had chosen because I had no knowledge, yet, of how they picked the ones they did. Lesley came by as we were finishing and got us all into similar outfits as she intended to take us all out for a meal.

It was a very flash place, and she was obviously well known there. We had a great time and she sat next to me and talked. I found out that the place was owned by a relative of hers.

Her father had been the first husband and had been well-known in the catering business. When the girls decided that a toilet break was called for, she pulled me to one side and through a door marked ‘Staff’. In there she held my face and kissed me deeply.

Mr. Happy was straining at the leash when she said “I can’t wait for you to induct me into the eight-mile-high club. You are now perfect; you look like a woman, and I expect that you will still make love like a man. Don’t worry about Mum, she will move on before you are free again”

We went to separate cubicles and then freshened up our lipstick before we went back to the table, Lesley saying “I have just shown CeeCee the kitchens, I think she liked the chef.”

That night Molly helped me undress and remove the make-up again. She didn’t stop when she got to the gaff, and I ended up by being her lesbian lover before she straddled me to take me deep inside her. I was starting to think that this woman stuff has a lot going for it.

The following week I was monitored to make sure I did everything as a woman would, sitting, standing and walking on higher and higher heels. The plane was declared fit to fly one day and we all got in and took it for a test flight with everyone doing their real job.

The cabin crew made sure the air crew was kept supplied with food and drink, the kitchens and stores being a far cry from standard fittings. The flight was a success, but we did find out that we needed to add a small basket in the cockpit to take our heels as it is more difficult to fly in them as it is to drive a car. I found that I spent a lot of time looking at my stockinged knees as they poked out from the hem of my dress, wondering how I would feel about this in a year.

I was getting more and more used to being in a dress and looking after my nails and hose. I was finding it strange to have men look at me with interest and hold doors or chairs for me. It became a very nice part of life.

Before we started the tour Lesley took us all with the band to a jeweller where we all got a tour bracelet, necklace and earrings that had two female figures entwined on them.

This not only set us apart from the rest of the contingent that would be flying with us but it also bound us together as a group. A few of my girls, including Molly, shed a few tears at the wonderful gesture. All of us ended up in a group hug and I felt so different to any other tour I had flown it wasn’t funny.

The day we started the tour was quite a performance. It started out with a few photos. First it was the whole crew in front of the plane; then we added the office staff and finally everyone including the band. All the crew were in silk blouses and pencil skirts while the band was in matching jeans, shirts and boots.

Terry was there and very happy. He gave everyone in our company a hug and a kiss, including me, which made his wife and Bronwyn crack up. We got all of the crew and the band on board but then had to go to a few places to pick up the rest of the retinue.

There were the stylists, the dressers, the publicity people, the management people, travelling media types that would change as we moved about. These guys all had luggage, unlike our arrangement with the on-site supplies.

Julia, our cargo manageress, would be there to make sure everything got put away securely and she would also act as a loose help with the cabin crew, overseeing looking after the three of us up front as well as keeping the cabin crew in line.

The take-off was gentle, and we didn’t go far to our first two stops, the first being Los Angeles where we were only on the ground for an hour. We don’t use the terminals and all our passengers were ferried out to us parked off near the maintenance hangers.

The next was San Francisco and then it was off to New York for our first overnight before leaving there with the management heavies on board and our first show destination in Hawaii where we would be for three days.

The plane was mayhem for the first few trips, a lot of these guys who thought that they were ‘entitled’ until I came down on them like a ton of bricks, making sure that they were belted in when I said they should be and not to smoke in the toilets or else they could get off at the next stop and find their own way home.

It was something that had worked before and worked even better coming from Captain CeeCee. I had been training my voice but when I got mad it came out as a sort of low growl which even frightened me.

The band had agreed to a no-drugs flight because they wanted to make this tour something that they could remember. I also added a one drink per hour edict which ensured that we were not bothered by those who just come for the free booze.

I was sure that we would shed most of the hangers-on before we left the first show venue in Hawaii and I was right. Like most of the other tours I had done, it became a working trip after that and anyone who was just there for a junket was left behind.

We ended up with a couple of management guys whose job was to look after everything on the ground and sort out troubles. Then there was the music scribes whose job was their life and would endure the trip to the end for a good story. Then it just left the band and their support group.

We landed in New York in the evening, the four-hour trip having another three added in time difference, unloaded our passengers into waiting buses or limos, and were taken to the hotel after we had spoken to the security that would look after the plane.

Only our company cleaners were allowed in it, and we had a crew who were already in Hawaii, having gone with the equipment plane. We booked in and all went to our rooms.

The next day was to be the official launch of the tour at the management headquarters and us crew would be involved with that. There would be media interviews and we were scheduled to be wheels up at just before midnight for the ten and a bit hour flight overnight to Hawaii.

The plane was well able to accommodate the forty or so that would be aboard and the aircrew, of course, did not need beds. With the time difference we would arrive about five in the morning local time, but the first show was not until the following day to allow the band to be fit and fresh when they got on stage.

We weren’t bothered until lunchtime on the launch day, as we would be flying all night. I had let Molly sit in the captains’ seat from San Francisco and told her that if the tour was going to be her introduction to the main job, the only way to know if you can do it was to do it for real. She could fly the plane while I did the public relations bit.

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