Chapter 2

I had, of course, flown with my father several times, but with all of those I had been in economy and had never watched his manner with the passengers. I knew that if he did come out during the flight, he’d never go that far back. Belle saw me watching.

“Smooth, isn’t he. Most of the girls call him Creepy Curtis, no offence meant.”

“None taken, now I’ve watched him in action. He always was the flyboy when I was young. There wasn’t much love there, mainly admiration from me with him basking in the glow of that. He cut a real figure then, the fighter pilot serving his country overseas.”

We welcomed our passengers and led them to their seats, making sure that they were comfortable and buckled in for the take-off. Once we were levelled out and running down the Java Sea, I prepared the tray of drinks for the flight crew and went in with it held tightly. The flight crew was the Captain, Co-pilot, and Engineer, and it was usual to start with the Engineer, so that there would be just the two cups that were held between the pilot’s seats.

The Engineer gave me a nice smile and looked at my name badge.

“You’re a new face, Jamie. You’re welcome on the flight deck anytime.”

I then took the tray to hold between the pilots. As they took their drinks, my father looked at me and then at my name badge. I thought that this was the moment I’d been dreading.

“Jamie, is it? My son has the same name and is a steward. Maybe you’ve met him.”

“Yes, Captain. We have flown together a few times.”

“It’s amazing, you look so alike, you could be his sister.”

“That has been said.”

“If you’ve brought the drinks, you must be working first. I’ll have a chat when I come out, after we pass Darwin.”

“I’ll look forward to that, Captain.”

As I removed the tray, he smiled and patted my arm.

“See you later, pretty Jamie.”

Back in my working area, it took me a while to process that. If I wasn’t wrong, my father had just made a pass at me. Belle saw me looking serious and told me to smile. Next time we were in the preparation area, she asked me what had happened.

“I’m not sure, but I think the Captain made a pass at me. He asked me if I had flown with his son. Not only did he not recognise me, but he also showed me why you all call him Creepy Curtis. That was weird!”

The flight carried on, with me just needing to fend off the young devil. He had so many tricks to try and get me to bend close to him, it was almost a masterclass of devious ways to catch a girl unawares. I learned more in two hours than I had in my whole life. I was getting to the stage where I might let him win, just for once, and I realised that I was also wondering what it would be like if I did let him win.

After Darwin, my father came out to talk to the paying customers. Before he went back onto the flight deck, he came over to me.

“Jamie, you’ve set me thinking. Where were you born?”

I knew that he had been based near Norfolk for some time, between my second and third birthday, so I took a gamble.

“It was a hospital in Norwich. Why do you ask?”

“Is your mother called Janet?”

I tried to look surprised, for him.

“Damn, you would be a couple of years younger than my son. Janet always told me that she was on the pill. Don’t say anything to my son when you see him next. He’s always looked up to me and I would hate to burst his bubble.”

He patted me on the arm again, as he turned to go back to work.

Belle tapped me on the shoulder.

“Tell me all about it in Sydney, but get back to work, now. Your favourite lothario has thought of a few more tricks. He won’t rest until he gets to smooch you, again.”

About a half an hour before we landed in Sydney, he asked me if I could find his seat belt, and this time as he went to kiss my cheek, I turned my head towards him, and he kissed my lips. It was so quick that no-one else noticed, especially with the screen between the passengers.

“You really are a naughty boy, sir. Will you be good for the rest of the flight?”

“For you, Jamie, I’ll be as good as gold. Here’s my card, give me a call when you’re in Sydney for any length of time, and we can be good for each other. I’m off again in a couple of days, to see some people about a new project.

I looked at his card before I answered.

“Thank you, David. This visit isn’t long enough to party. I’ve been on my feet since just after nine, yesterday morning, in L.A., and the short time I have on the ground, will be catching up on my beauty sleep.”

“Take it from me, Jamie, if you were any more beautiful, you’d be on the silver screen already. I work with actresses, and you have more natural beauty than most of them.”

“Thank you, David. I’ll keep this, and you, in mind.”

“That’s all I ask, Jamie. You’ve been such fun since you came down to this section, you’ve made this trip one of the better ones. Most of the girls just get stern and cranky, but you’ve played the game and I think you may have enjoyed it as much as I have.”

“I think you’re right, David. Now I have to go and look after someone else.”

When we had landed and seen the passengers off, Cynthia took me by the arm and held me back until we were joined by Moyra and Belle.

“Girls, I’ll organise a car to take us to the hotel as soon as we clear the terminal. The arrangements, Jamie, is that we share two twin rooms, so you’d better be on your best behaviour. Although, looking at you now, I don’t think it will take long before you’re out like a light. How many hours have you been awake, now?”

“About forty, or so, I think. It’s just starting to catch up. This trip has been too much fun to feel sleepy, but my legs are killing me.”

We took our flight bags, found our roller cases, and I sat in the car while the others got their personal cases from the carousel. They woke me up when we got to the hotel, and I stayed awake long enough to strip off, remove my make-up and put on a nightie that was supplied, in beige, of course. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I must have slept for about twelve hours, because the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window when I opened my eyes. I needed a pee and got out of bed to rush to the toilet. On the way, my brain registered the fact that I had a nightie that was swishing about my legs, and that my hair was trying to obstruct my vision. After I had sat on the toilet, I wiped the drops off and stood to look in the mirror.

It was difficult to believe that just letting my hair down and having someone make a few changes to it would give me the person that was looking back at me now. I had spent the best part of yesterday working as a stewardess, without anyone screaming that they were being served by a deviant tranny. Hell, I had even scored a kiss from a nice guy.

In the light of day, I could now process that my father thought that I was his illegitimate daughter from a woman called Janet, who he had shacked up with while he was stationed in Lincolnshire. I thought that Mum would have no idea that he was playing away from home, and she would have a fit if she knew. It skewed my whole relationship, however meagre, with my father, who I was starting to think of as a dirty old man.

I took a lovely shower and washed my hair with the items I found in the bathroom. Smelling fresh and flowery, I dried myself and went back into the bedroom, to find Belle there, unpacking a couple of shopping bags with fashion store names on.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I hope that you’re refreshed now. Today is a new day and a new experience for you. As you have to do the next flights as a girl, I took the liberty of taking your credit card on an outing to the shops. I’ve got you a couple of skirts and tops and a pair of nice shoes, all in the sizes you’ve been wearing. There’s also a pack of tights in nude so that you can show off those good legs. Don’t worry, they didn’t cost the earth, and I’m sure Wanda would buy them off you if you don’t need them any longer.”

“Tell me why this is happening?”

“Because, Jamie, you’re a shoo-in as a very pretty girl in the right outfits, and I think that you’ll have a better time if you embraced that fact and owned it. Did your father twig who you were?”

“That’s the biggest shock of all. He thinks that I’m his daughter from a floozy in East Anglia. He was stationed near there flying fighters. That alone has changed me for ever. I looked up to him, all my life, and now discover that he’s a womanising creep, two-timing my mother. Who knows how many little Jamies there are around the world. I had the thought, in the shower, that I didn’t want to be his son any longer, so I might as well be his daughter for a while. Now, show me what I’m wearing. Why a ’couple of skirts and tops,’ surely we’ll be back in uniform tomorrow.”

She grinned and laid the two outfits on my bed. One was a silky black blouse and a red straight skirt that looked so short I first thought that it was a very wide belt. The other was a silvery top, with sparkles, and a long black skirt. The shoes were black heels with straps up the ankle.

“The first is for today, which is going to be spent with you becoming even more beautiful, if that’s even possible. By the time you’re dressed and made-up, it’ll be time for lunch with the rest of us. Then you have an appointment with the hotel salon to tidy up any stray hairs, and give you proper nails, plus a few other things. Then we shop for your own underwear, and any other things that you fancy. Then we come back here, and you change into the other outfit so you can look good when we go out to that club that we know. Believe me, you won’t look out of place there, and the rest of us will be in our glad rags as well.”

“Why more underwear and stuff?”

“Because dill brain, we’re in Tokyo and Hawaii next, and you can’t wear the same things every day you’re out of uniform. Why do you think that we all have our own cases in the baggage hold? We girls have to look good, damn it! We’re airline stewardesses and we have a reputation to uphold. We have an aura of femininity to live up to. Do you think that your lothario would have been interested if you met him in the street?”

I went to the other side of the bed and found my handbag. I took his card out and gave it to her.

“I think that this shows that he was interested.”

She looked at it, then her eyes widened.

“Dammit, girl. That was David Masterson, one of the up-and-coming film directors. His first film got rave reviews. It was a horror movie, with a lot of screaming.”

“Oh goodie. All my life people have asked me to scream, with my name being the same as the ‘Scream Queen’, but he wouldn’t have known that. I wonder why he was so keen on kissing me?”

“Just look in the mirror, Jamie. Now, let’s get you ready to face the remainder of the day.”

She helped me get dressed and made-up. I had to admit, that in the short skirt and heels I looked hot, if a little worried that I’d be showing my panties to all and sundry. She showed me ways that I could change my movements and posture to stop that happening, then we went down to the hotel dining room to meet the others.

Now, when I used to have lay overs before, I wasn’t part of the girls team, so had hardly seen them in their normal outfits. We were a colourful bunch, and I wasn’t the most colourful. Moyra was like the sun in yellow, and Cynthia was our leader in gold. Belle and I were almost dowdy in comparison. We ate heartily, as it was both breakfast and lunch for us all. I may have slept the longest, but we all had needed our rest.

After lunch, we went back to our rooms to freshen up and then I was shown the hotel salon, where we were all booked in. Cynthia told me that all the crew would take the advantage of a session when they had a full day, with it added to the company account. Two hours later, I walked out of there a new woman. I was hairless in all the places it could be achieved, and my crowning glory was now just that. They had trimmed my hair to regulation length and given it some extra colour, as well as a style which I knew would never be back in a bun again.

On top of that, my toenails had been filed and painted, while my fingernails had been cleaned, filed, and then added to before being covered in acrylic black, to match the other girls. I had a set of silicone breasts that had been glued on and it felt different, with my socks now in my bag and the paper towel wadding in the bin. I had submitted to some small injections around my lips and even to a single piercing in each ear. Not only did I look more girly, but I also even felt more girly. I also had a small cosmetic case, with samples of all the items that they had used, which I took back to the room. And all this was on the company account!

Then we hit the shops, with a lingerie shop being first. I had to strip off my top and skirt to be measured for bra and panties, and the girl there assured me that I wasn’t the first guy she’d seen that day and wouldn’t be the last. I walked out wearing a beautiful set, in black, and ended up with a dozen sets of underwear, as well as a couple of garter belts, stockings (for tonight) and even a few of my own nighties. This had got serious!

Being now properly shaped, we hit the dress shops for me to get a couple of things that would be suitable for Hawaii. I came away with just two things, a yellow summer dress with orchids on it, and a long, red, number with a slit up one leg as far as the thigh. Then it was on to a department store jewellery section, where I stocked up on cheap, but nice, rings, bangles, necklaces, and extra earrings. The last stop was the luggage department where I bought a roller case in bright red, so that it stood out on the carousel now that I would be travelling with extra things.

Back at the hotel, we had an afternoon tea, to keep our strength up, and then went up to the rooms to get ready for the evening. I followed Belle in the bathroom and had my second shower of the day while she started getting dressed. Then it was my turn to glam up. With my new, sexy underwear, complete with garter belt and stockings, it felt odd, but sensuous.

The silvery top and long skirt fitted beautifully, with the skirt quite narrow, so that I had to take short steps, and lift it if I wanted to climb stairs. It was a good job that the girl in the lingerie shop had worked with guys like me before, as she had sold me panties that were made to help me hide my extra bit (as I was starting think it was), and there wasn’t an unsightly bulge at the groin area. The new shoes were higher than I had ever worn, but my hours on the two-inch versions had given me a good grounding in how to move in heels. This time, I could add the jewellery to complete the look, then Belle spritzed us both with a flowery perfume. When I asked about it, she told me that there should be a small bottle in the cosmetic case.

There was a knock on the door, and we opened it to see Cynthia and Moyra looking fabulous. The four of us went down to the lobby, where the doorman signalled to a taxi. With the tight skirt, I couldn’t help but copy the others as I sat and then swivelled my legs in. We were driven to a place in the city where I had never been before. Cynthia paid the driver, and we went inside. It was quite tasteful and chock full of women dolled up to the nines. I laughed.

“I see what you meant when you said that two girls in dresses wouldn’t look out of place, Moyra.”

“It’s a pink bar, Jamie. About a third of the women are like you. Sydney is world famous for its gay vibe, and this is where all the best people come to. It’s safe for us real girls, so we come here whenever we’re in the city. We get enough pinching and poking on the flights, and this is a welcome break. It’s not somewhere you go to pick up men, because there aren’t any here.”

I didn’t know whether to be offended by that or take it as a compliment. We were shown to the table by a waitress who knew Cynthia and Moyra by name. I was introduced and she looked at me with a strange gleam in her eyes, noting my name, alongside Belle, on her notepad.

We had a lovely meal, a few glasses of wine and then joined the dancers to gyrate to the DJ music. Dancing in heels made me better at dancing, or that’s what I put it down to. It could have been something in the drink, for all I knew. About eleven, we were sat at our table and decided that enough was enough, considering that we would be in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon and high over the Pacific by this time tomorrow night. We each paid our share and then went out, where there were a few taxis at the kerb. We got into the first one, a little more ungainly than entering the taxi we came in.

At the hotel, Belle and I said goodnight to the others, and then watched them walk down the corridor, hand in hand. Belle saw me looking and smiled.

“We take it how we can, Jamie. Girls or boys, it doesn’t matter, but girls can be more satisfying, sometimes. Let’s go and get undressed and see what you like.”

We went into our room and Belle held my shoulders and kissed me, hard. It was enough to make me lose any inhibitions I may have kept, all these years. Inside ten minutes, we were naked and in her bed. She taught me how girls satisfy girls. After that, she told me it was my turn, and I ended up, on my back, with her sitting on my member. She had the condom in the bedside table, and I fleetingly wondered whether this had been planned. As I came, I stopped worrying about anything, just happy in the best ejaculation of my life, with her muscles squeezing me with her own pulses.

After we had kissed for a while, she lifted herself off me and went to the bathroom while I just contemplated the day that I had experienced. It had been different, that’s for sure. When she came back, she told me to go and clean myself up, then to go to my own bed, as it would be another big day, tomorrow.

By the time I had been to the bathroom, then picked up our clothing from the floor, put on one of my new nighties and turned out the light, she was snoring. There I was, left standing and thinking that she was doing my job with the snoring. I got into bed, put in some earplugs, and went off to sleep.

I was waking from a wonderful dream. It must have been about three in the morning. The dream had been vivid, with me on my back, in a big bed, with David looming over me and ploughing my furrow. I mentally told him to wait a moment, while I went to the toilet, as quietly as I could. It wouldn’t have woken Belle, who was still sawing lumber. David wasn’t there when I went back to sleep. Now, I was a little girl in a Norfolk village, playing on a swing in the park, with my mother, Janet, looking on. She looked up to see a fighter jet coming towards us. I shouted happily, crying out ‘Dadeee’ as the jet roared over us with a thunderous noise, waking me up. The thunderous noise happened to be the bedside phone with our wake-up call.

Today was the first time I had started the day as a stewardess. Belle and I acted as if last night hadn’t happened and we went through the toilet/shower/dressing process as a couple of friends, rather than lovers. I realised that it was all that I could expect. I expect that Cynthia and Moyra were doing the same.

We all met up in the dining room for a good breakfast, resplendent in our uniform dresses. After that, we freshened up, packed our casual things away in the personal cases, and the things we wanted for the stop in Tokyo in the smaller roller cases. With our handbags in the flight bags, we met at the lobby to head for the airport. As I stood, with the breeze fluttering the skirt around my legs, I looked at the sunny sky and thought how lucky I was, to be employed in a fulfilling job, and now admired by half the population because I happened to look good.

We went through the usual, quick, customs check, and put our personal cases into the system to be loaded with the passenger luggage. Our larger rollers were left with the logistics manager, to go in last, so we could have them in Tokyo. Before we boarded the plane, Cynthia told me that I would be doing first again, with Belle and Wanda. She would be in business with two of the new crew. Moyra was in charge of a couple of new girls up the back. I thanked Wanda for the loan of her things and found out that she had spent the lay over with her parents.

Thankfully, it was a new flight crew, and we did the welcoming as the passengers boarded. I was surprised to see David step into the plane. He saw me and smiled.

“Jamie, I have to say that your beauty sleep worked. You’re twice as beautiful as you were the last time, I saw you.”

“Thank you for that, kind sir. If I had been given another twelve hours, I would be radiant.”

He grinned and I showed him his seat.

“Do you have everything you need, sir? If so, would you please buckle your seatbelt before we leave the terminal.”

“With you looking after me, Jamie, there’s nothing more I need. Are you taking the next leg to Hawaii?”

“Yes, I am. I believe that I’ll have a couple of days there before heading back to Heathrow.”

“Good. Can you meet me in the transit lounge café in Tokyo, please. There’s something I want to discuss with you, and this cabin is not the place for it. My cinematographer will be joining the flight in Tokyo, and I’ll be interested with what he thinks.”

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