Chapter 4

We both got out of the pool, and we walked hand in hand, down to the beach. We would stop every so often to kiss and he wanted to fondle my breasts. Eventually, we came up onto the promenade and into a park which gave us some privacy.

Not only was he fondling my breast as we kissed, now he was stroking my groin. Had I been a true girl I would have been ready to have him ravish me. I reminded him that my lower half was out of bounds, but I could make him happy.

We laid on the ground and he was on his back with a tent in his trunks. I kissed him and then kissed his stomach, with my hand pulling his trunks aside to allow his cock to rise in the air. I had never been big, and I could see that he had never been small. I stroked it and kissed it and felt for his balls as I licked him.

I took my time and he seemed to like it. When he did come, he cried out in pleasure, and covered his chest in cum. That’s when I came, for the first time in my life. We laid there for some time afterwards, cuddled and kissing. Then I stood and we walked back to the pool where I dived in and swam some more, mainly to wash the crotch of my bikini.

After a few more laps, I got out and gathered up the towels. As we were walking towards the hotel, his brother came out and the two high-fived before both of them giving me a kiss before walking away. I went up to our room to find Elizabeth on her bed with a very satisfied look on her face.

“Was he worth it, mother dear?”

“You bet. He must have been reading books, the things he could do. How was yours?”

“Enough for me to ask if there’s something I could take to make me more like a girl. I think I got away with him fondling my breasts, but if a boy wants to kiss them, I’ll be outed.”

I went and showered before getting into my nightie. Elizabeth roused herself to have a shower as well. As she passed me, I could smell something different. It was the smell of sex and a woman’s juices.

In the morning, we were heading south. At Alberic, Elizabeth found a doctor to give her a script for birth control pills, which I started taking with two washed down with water. She told me that there was enough hormones in them to get my body started, especially as I hadn’t reached puberty yet.

Two days later we arrived in Alicante to stay at the AC Hotel for a few days. Then we went on to Murcia, where Elizabeth picked up a nice man and I spent a fun time with his son, a little younger than me. We played games in the hotel games room and ate ice cream until the sated couple came back to get us. I think that the lad had no idea about what his father was up to. I would have been in the same boat at his age. After Malaga, we stopped off at Gibraltar.

After that, we went into Portugal and stopped at Lisbon. I was enjoying the trip, but more importantly, I was enjoying being a girl. It was good to get good service and smiles wherever we went. We didn’t score boys for the rest of the tour, but Elizabeth as already happy. The pills must have been working because I could feel an itching under the glued breasts.

From Lisbon, we went north to Porto, where we met with one of the other operatives. He gave us the news that nothing had happened in England, but that there had been more phone traffic between Bastien and his thugs. He took us to the main police station, where we were introduced to an inspector who had the open file on Bastien’s activities before he escaped.

The file was thick and contained several cases where he had been under suspicion for murders. Elizabeth assured the inspector that things were moving which might shake Bastien out of his tree. Once apprehended, she told him, he would be deported to Portugal to face the music. I was not revealed as the heir to my parent’s fortune.

We went north to Pontevedra, checking in to the Galicia Palace Hotel and walking the streets of the town. We found out where the family business was situated, with distant cousins of mine running it. It was a modest fruit and veggie shop, and I could see why my grandparents left town. We bought some bananas and the girls in the shop commented on how much I looked like them. I didn’t believe them as they were beautiful.

We didn’t stay long and crossed back into France after a night at Donostia - San Sebastian, working our way up the coast until we arrived at Bordeaux. Then we ended our tour in Paris for a few more days. I had been kept safe, had fun, and learned a lot about history. More importantly, I had learned a lot about being a girl.

Back in England, we stayed at the Drama School for the rest of the holiday, with me getting hormone shots and hair extensions. When my breasts were unglued, I had enough of a growth to wear an A-cup bra. I was assured that the growth would accelerate with the shots I was getting, and that the nurse at Longburrow would continue the process as I worked through third year.

Elizabeth also took me to a clinic where they released my willy for a while. Long enough to coax some semen from it to check for viability and then store. I was told that when I had got further in my transition, it was unlikely that any future samples would be any good.

When Elizabeth took me back to Warwick, I was one of the first to be moved across to the other side of the school. As a Senior, I found that the sleeping arrangements for third years was four-bed rooms with ensuite to be shared by four girls. I would be joined by three others that I was friends with. All had seen me naked and didn’t suspect that I was anything but one of them.

When I was given my class schedule, I found that some of the subjects that I had taken as Tom were back on my list. I was doing dressmaking again, along with a class in self – defence and the shooting. In Art, I was down to do drawing and painting. I was having to be very careful not to repeat pictures I had already done as Tom.

The school filled and we started the year. Now as a girl, the dressmaking class was more suited to me. I lied a bit when I told them that my mother had taught me to sew, and we were quickly making things to wear in future classes. I was still taking French but had shifted from Spanish to Italian. My time speaking other languages had made me realise that I was quite good at it.

I was now taking Physics and Chemistry, but had not continued with Biology, not wanting to dissect frogs. My English classes were good, with me getting good marks for my essays. The teacher thought that I had a vivid imagination. I wondered what she would have said if I told her that I was a boy, pretending to be a girl, because someone wanted to kill me.

In the art lessons, I went from the water-colours that I had used as Tom, to oils. I painted scenes that I remembered from the summer trip, getting good marks, and feeling a bit proud of my output.

When I got to the Gym classes, I found myself running the track in a group that included Penelope. After a couple of laps, we were well in front and loping along. She started to talk, asking me for my name. As we ran, her questions got more pointed, until she suddenly stopped dead. I stopped and went back to her as the other runners passed us. She glared at me.

“All right Francesca. You’re Tom! You let me believe that you were dead and then Charles told me it was all a smoke screen to keep you alive. How could you?”

“Penny, fiddle with your shoes and then start running again or else we’ll stand out. I’ll tell you all about it but don’t give me away now. The killers are still out there and waiting to see if I turn up again. Now, calm down, breathe, and let’s do a couple more laps. I’ll meet you after dinner, you choose a place. I’m as sorry as I could be to let you think I was dead, but I was told that everyone had to act naturally to make it work.”

She took a shoe off, shook it to release an imaginary stone while I put my hand on her shoulder to steady her. When she stood, she smiled and thanked me before we continued the running. While we were still running alone, I heard her speak quietly.

“It’s still light after dinner, meet me at the first tee on the golf course. I’ll bring the clubs and we can share them.”

After dinner, I went back to my room and changed into a skirt and tee shirt, adding sneakers and a bum bag before I left. The other girls assumed that I had a boy on the go as I did my make-up.

Penelope was waiting at the first tee when I arrived. She had taken care with her dress and make-up, which made me happier. When I walked up to her, she looked carefully at my face and then put one hand behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I’ve been thinking, Frankie. You wouldn’t have made me sad without a reason, you are too nice for that. Let’s play and you can tell me all about it.”

She hit off and when I addressed the ball for my drive, she said, “I missed you so much.”

When she was about to hit her second shot I said, “I missed you too.”

That made her grin and she deliberately hit the ball into the trees. I was about twenty feet behind her, and I hit mine into the trees as well. We left the club bag and went into the trees to look for the balls. Once out of sight we held each other and kissed passionately.

“I liked you as Tom, but I think I love you as Francesca. I’ve accepted you as my soulmate, even more so now you’re looking so beautiful. Let’s forget the golf and go and sit in the stand at the track. You can tell me why and how you became so girly.”

“All right, Penny. I have missed you and I’m sorry that you had to suffer so much after that explosion. I’m still in mortal danger if the killers realise that I’m still around.”

We forgot the balls and she put the bag into a locker. We sat in the stand, and I told her everything, from the night of the explosion to my returning to school as Francesca in the Mopsy House. She listened quietly until I finished. I asked her to keep my identity a secret. Then she had just one question.

“Are you taking anything to transition?”

When I said I was, she kissed me and whispered, “Good, you’re so much better as a girl.”

When we went back into the school, she went to her room, and I went to mine. I took off my outfit and put on a nightie before cleansing. I laid in bed feeling guilty. I hadn’t told her about the boys in Europe. Well, a girl doesn’t kiss and tell, does she?”

The term ran its usual course, with Penny and I running together and sometimes going into Warwick with a bunch of girls, going to the pictures and kissing in the dark, then meeting the others for a snack before going back to the school. We were starting to be considered as a lesbian couple, not the only ones in the school by a long shot!

I started doing self-defence lessons and joined in with the girls when they opened the gates for a cross-country run. Being out of longer distance training, I ended back in the field, but I didn’t want to stand out.

Throughout the term, I had my regular visits to the nurse to check my progress. When the break came around, Elizabeth picked me up and we went shopping for bras with a bigger cup size. I was catching up with the other girls in my room. I knew this because we would have a check, every now and then, to see who had the biggest.

We also took the oil paintings I had done. Elizabeth had shown some pictures that I had sent her to a gallery. They were keen to add my small collection to their stock. We took them in, and they were very nice, getting Elizabeth to sign an agreement on my behalf for me to get my share of any sales. That’s when I began another personality, that of Emily Mottram, painter.

The second term was much of the same, with my body slowly changing through the effects of the hormones. My skin was softer, my breasts were growing steadily, and my thoughts were more feminine than masculine. I was slowly becoming just like every other girl in the school.

The school year moved on and there was still no sign of Bastien. The business was going well, from what I had read on-line. Penny and I continued our clandestine romance and vied for the title of the best runner in the year. I continued to develop as a young woman and my willy had almost shrivelled away to nothing. My breasts had a growth spurt along with me getting a few inches taller since I had been Tom.

There I go! It was only by physical comparisons that I remembered my life as Tom. I was so busy trying to be the best girl I could be that the past was slowly fading. I was Francesca now and intended to be Francesca for the rest of my life. I had to smile. I was really out of the closet now!

When we got to the summer break, Penny asked me if I would go with her parents on a coach tour of Europe. I checked with Elizabeth who said that it could be a good experience. The tour was close to six weeks away, staying at castles and great houses with only a few nights in hotels. It was expensive and Elizabeth convinced Penny’s folks that she would pay for my ticket, even though they had been prepared to pay for Penny’s ‘bestie’.

I asked Penny about the handicraft shops, and she told me that they was being run by a manager, with her parents gracefully stepping back from the everyday running. Part of the tour would be offset as a fact-finding and research project into the handicraft shops that we come across.

I had a wonderful time, being with my love and even sharing a bed with her every night, seeing that we had been allocated a shared room by the tourist company. Over the course of the six weeks, we explored each other, and I satisfied her most nights. As we laid, cuddled and warm, we talked about the future. I told her that I had preserved some semen so we could have a baby if she wanted one. That started her crying, and she held me tightly.

We saw a lot of wonderful places and I could converse with any Spanish, French or Italian speakers, being pulled by her parents into translating for them in the various craft shops that we visited. I took lots of pictures on my new phone, so that I could paint them in fourth year. Elizabeth had supplied me with hormone pills, so I didn’t have to have shots, and it was funny when Penny and I were chatted up by boys. I know that I could have gone off and kissed them but held back to save Penny from the embarrassment.

That was until about four weeks into the tour. We were in Helsinki and two gorgeous boys hit on us. I could see that Penny was conflicted, so I pulled her into the toilet and asked her what she wanted to do. She sobbed as she told me that she wanted to taste her boy. I told her that it was something she needed to get past, so we made ourselves pretty. When we got back to the boys, we were ready for them. We joined them in the park to look at the Odotus sculpture and each couple found a spot to hide.

I had told her to insist that she was in her period and that she would only have her mouth available. While I was coming in my panties, and my boy was groaning in ecstasy, I heard her boy doing his own groaning. I was busy swallowing cum and smiling as my boy kissed me, telling me, in bad French, how much he loved me.

When we stood, we met up with the other two and went back into the town, kissing as we parted and watching them as they walked away from our hotel entrance. Penny was quiet as I had expected her to be. We went up to our room and quickly undressed. I put my panties in the sink and washed them as Penny came in the bathroom to shower. That’s when I saw blood on her inner thighs. I went and held her as she shuddered.

“Did he hurt you, my love?”

“Only for a few seconds, Frankie. Then it was pure heaven. Oh! Frankie, my darling. I’ve let you down. When I had him in my mouth, I couldn’t help myself, I was so horny. I pulled my panties aside and sat on him and he felt big and so wonderful as he filled me. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I held her close as I realised that we were moving into another stage. One where we were both girls who liked boys. One day I would experience something similar. I knew that we would remain best friends, and likely be bridesmaids at each other’s wedding, but we would not be walking down the aisle in matching outfits.

We showered and redressed in fresh outfits, then went down to the hotel ballroom to join her parents. When they asked if we were having a good time, we both told them that we were having the best time in the world.

That stopped our nightly sex. We cuddled and talked into the night, but from that day on, my tongue wasn’t good enough. Over the next few weeks of the tour, we scored more than once and Penny became a proper woman, while I tasted boys until I could almost tell where a boy had grown up by the taste of his cum. We had found a chemist to sell her some birth control pills in Estonia, as well as buying a pack of douche bags in the Helsinki hotel chemist. I just hoped that it was enough to stop her becoming pregnant, as her newly woken hormones made her ready for any cock that waved at her.

We arrived back at school, fifteen years old and women of the world. It was a heady mix, as our female studies moved into the area of sex, babies, and STDs. Unlike some of our classmates, we both knew a little about the first few lessons.

I started painting from pictures I had taken on the tour, taking a bit of liberty with the aspects. What came from my brushes were recognisable views, but with something about them that made you wonder. In the first break we took them to the gallery, where I was given a cheque for my sales. They looked at the new works and told us that they would be on the walls at double the price of the first ones.

After Christmas, which I spent with Elizabeth, she got a message that Bastien had contacted the administrators and declared that he was the rightful heir to the family business. When they had replied, they told him that he must present himself, in person, to take a DNA test. He replied that he was otherwise engaged for a little while but would see them as soon as he could.

Bancroft sent an operative to Brazil to find out what was keeping Bastien there. The report that he brought back was that Bastien was in prison, on a drug peddling charge, and wouldn’t be out for another five years. By that time, I would have reached my adulthood and would be in charge of the company, something that I wasn’t feeling that good about.

Over the course of my time as Francesca, I had seen Margaret around, and Penny was still friends with her and Charles. I hadn’t been in any classes with Charles and was sure that neither of them knew where Tom had disappeared to. Margaret and Charles had been a couple, for a while in the third year, but had drifted apart, or so Penny had told me.

One day, Penny and I had finished our training run and had showered and dressed, when we saw the two of them at a table when we went for dinner. We went and sat down with them. Penny introduced me as her friend Francesca Mottram. That’s when I saw something with Charles that I had seen in the eyes of other boys. He told me his name and we shook hands, with him holding on a little long. Margaret insisted that we stand and hug.

We talked as we ate, and Penny related some of the fun we had enjoyed on the bus tour. Charles didn’t say much, but I caught him looking at me with an intensity that should have made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t as if he was trying to figure out who I was, I could see that he had accepted me as a girl. It was that doe-eyed look that I had seen in the eyes of boys I had sucked, usually after the sucking.

Penny picked up on it and spoke as we walked to the next class.

“Charlie has fallen head over heels for you, my girl. I saw that look in his eyes that tells you that you can treat him like a door mat, and he’ll come back for more.”

“I know, I saw it too. I wonder if he’ll get mad when he finds out who I really am.”

“Don’t tell him. You’ll have time over the summer break to make the change permanent. He doesn’t have to know. As far as he’s concerned, the old you is long gone.”

That almost made me stop dead in my tracks. She had hit on the one thing that I had been holding back on thinking about. Did I want to be a complete girl? Come to think about it, with the companionship that being a girl in a bunch of girls gives you, the smiles and good service, the power over men who want you, and the joy of dressing in wonderful clothes, how could I even contemplate of going back to being Tom, even if all the changes could be reversed.

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