Pure fiction, inspired by two great British Comedians, one of whose characters was (I’m told) the Only Gay in the Village. This Queen, you may suspect, is the First, but not necessarily the ONLY Queen in this village. No such village yet exists but, who knows, one day….

Chapter 2 Behind other doors

Andy and Christine were speculating over a glass or three of their favourite wine…. A very delicious Aussie Shiraz……. In the guises of Astrid and Christopher.

“So, we have Cathy and Johnny, Jenny and Peter, Pammie and Jack, and two Missionaries… Who are we missing?” recounted Andy. “If they are all up to what we have dreamed up for them, this is one seriously sexy village! If they’re not, perhaps we could encourage them a little?”

Christine smiled but said, shyly “Ooooh, you wouldn’t, would you, Astrid, .... I mean…. Tell anyone… or ask anyone…. What they DO do??.... I mean, how would you start a conversation? ..... I’d have to be very drunk to get into that stuff with other people — people we don’t really know more than to say hello to in the street!”

“You’re remarkably reserved all of a sudden….” Andy said as she slipped the blouse from his upper body, revealing the bra that he had been wearing all evening.

“Well, I’m a shy girl, underneath what looks like boy gear….” Christopher was wearing what she wore most Friday evenings…. Men’s wear. The low light in their living room would allow a casual observer to see a man and a woman enjoying a quiet táªte-á -táªte - the only difference in this case was that the man was the woman and the woman was the man.

“You? Shy?? I don’t think so!” Astrid exclaimed, but quietly. He had not developed a girly voice and spoke in his normal tones. Perhaps, one day, he might raise the tenor a few octaves. “it wouldn’t be difficult, with a third glass of this in your hand…..” he said, indicating the wine in his hand.

“What would I say? And would I say this while dressed girly style, like you are now?” Christopher was envisaging the scene that Andy was painting for her…

“Oh, yes, we’d be boy and girl when exploring what others do… me, boy… you girl…. To have just appeared as we are, would have stunned most people, it would be so unexpected in this sleepy little place.” Andy went on. “It would come best from you to the other lady involved. Let’s say we had Cathy and Johnny round for dinner. Like I said before, you wouldn’t ask a direct question, like, say asking Cathy “Ever tied Johnny to the bed and given him a blow-job????” But you could lead in by saying something like… when you’re just the two of you….. “Johnny seems to be an adventurous sort of guy, would that extend to the bedroom?” Or I could say to Johnny, “It’s good to live in a nice quiet place where what we do at home stays at home…. Do you find that?”

Astrid’s skirt, panties and stockings were comfortable, tucked up on the sofa where they say. His hair was in rollers and his make-up quite profound, for evening wear. He felt good. He was with the one and only man he would ever want to be with. Other women? Well, perhaps! But as he sat on the sofa, he reflected how luck he was that Christine enjoyed the same charades as he did.

And being Christopher, from time-to-time.

“Well, we haven’t done that yet, and we probably won’t….. “ Christine continued. “There are others who live here that may have their different secrets… I’d bet that they don’t enjoy what we enjoy…… I mean, you really are the First Queen, my love. What about the new house at the end of the village — the one with the Jaguar and the 4-by-4? What are their names?”

“That’s Emma and Justin…… Poncey name that….. She’s really nice, I think but he’s a bit of an arsehole…… Another…. Seems like I’m not keen on many of the blokes who live here!” Astrid laughed at himself. “That’s because you’re a girl’s girl, my honey…. You don’t seem anything you like in the shop window so you don’t buy, except from me!!” Christine teased him.

She went on, “I would think that they play Trivial Pursuit with a difference — What was the world record for the number of people fucking in a Mini?.... or maybe Cluedo — was it Miss Scarlet, on the dining table, with the dildo??!!” The pair thought for a moment about the fun that could be had designing a sexy version of some games for adults.

“I think they’d need at least six people to make such a game interesting… assuming that each game ends with people pairing off and going and doing exactly what Professor Plum might have fancied doing, or Colonel Mustard…..!”

“Perhaps we should ask them in for dinner too?...” Astrid said, half seriously. “…she’s at home all day without kids so perhaps you could have a close girls’ talk with her too?”

“What about the man and woman who own the farm on the edge of the village?” Andy just thought of the wife in that pairing. “…. She’s a handful, I’d expect! Muscles on her like a weight-lifter. Bet she’s a rough and tumble lady. Lucky man! I could imagine them having a tumble in the hay barn…. Whoahhh!”

“Yes, indeed, you must be right…..Astrid… I love the idea of hay barns, in fact I’ve always had a bit of a fantasy ever since I saw that Bond movie, “Goldfinger” where 007 is trying to persuade Pussy Galore that she’s not “immune” after all — she was the pilot who had a flight of blondes, all of which were clearly her playthings… Honor Blackman, that was her name — the actress — tight leather gear and perfect face and immaculate hair…. and he just threw her into the hay — but not before she had thrown him over her shoulder! Beautiful woman!” Christopher elapsed into her first crush on a film star. That woman had the most beautiful breasts, tightly confined with black leather. her team of blondes were also similarly dressed and their breasts shouted "squeeze me" "suck me!" "pinch me!" "bite me!!" Christine had wanted to do all of those things in her teenage crush.

“Hmmmm…. A very pretty Pussy, if ever I saw one!” said Andy. He, too, thought of Honor Blackman's wonderful tits. His fantasises didn't usually extend to domination, but in her case, Pussy Galore could have done whatever she wanted with him! He imagined her wonderful melons right in front of his lips, covered in lipstick - the lips not the breasts, yet!, and how he, or rather as she, would plaster the nipples with crimson creme! His mind so obviously wandering, Christine shook his arm and Andy awoke with a start....

“What are their names, the two at the farm….. Is it Nick and Angie? I think it is.”

Christine agreed with all Andy had said and the names were confirmed…… “We’re building up a list here — seems like an invitation list for a party. If only to find out what these people are like close to hand and to see if our suspicions could be confirmed.” She paused and then asked Andy, looking into his eyes through the mascara and eyeshadow….. “Do we agree there are no other Queens in the village?”

“I’d hope not!” Andy exclaimed. “I don’t want competition! I’m the prettiest one, apart from yourself when you’re you, Christine… not you, Christopher!”

Christopher thought about that and paused again……. “You know something, you can be prettier than me at times and I don’t mind at all. It’s what makes you, you!”

She kissed Astrid and whispered… “time for the skirt to come off, my love….” And Astrid obeyed.
This left him/her standing by the sofa with just the bra, the panties and the stockings…. “Now, put the shoes back on, my honey. I want to see you parade… you’ve got it, so flaunt it!”

An answer to Astrid’s repeated prayers. To “do the catwalk” as they called it. To “model” what he/she was wearing, for Christopher’s approval.

“Your panties are too full!” he/she said….. “We must deal with that… Come here!” Indicating where to stand, right in front of his/her eyes. Sitting still on the sofa, Christopher fetched Astrid’s penis from within the lacy panties and soon slipped her lips around its head. Just standing there, in his lacy undies, Andy was in heaven. His pleasure lasted more than long enough, so skilful was Christine in managing just how much stimulation Astrid could have before she would cum. And cum Astrid did. The ‘problem’ was dealt with. Christine tucked the now tiny appendage back where it belonged. Inside the beautiful lacy panties. Christine smoothed Andy’s stockings down his thighs.

“My turn now, said Astrid, sinking to his knees. At first his face was level with Christopher's tits, so Astrid squeezed them... hard! Through her shirt and the binding she had applied to flatten her tits, failing badly as the nipples were still proud! Christine's eyes went blurry as she responded immediately. Astrid rested between Christopher’s widely splayed legs and unbuttoned the fly of the trousers Christine had been wearing. Inside Astrid found the very ordinary man pants that Christine wore when she was being “Christopher”. Inside them, she — Astrid — found the smaller of the dildos they kept for evenings, it was just big enough to give Christopher the feeling that she had a hard-on between her thighs. Astrid set that aside and buried her face into Christopher’s sweet pussy. He loved the taste of her — Christine — with the added spice of his own lipstick.

--oo00oo–

Morning dawned and Saturdays were always leisurely times in Astrid and Christopher’s household. A glass of Aussie pinot chardonnay fizz went well with warm English muffins and a mug of hot strong tea for breakfast. Coffees and the newspapers followed, regular as clockwork, and before they knew it, the morning had passed.

Every Saturday morning, Christopher unrolled Astrid’s hair from its setting and used the skills in hairdressing that she had from doing her own hair, to make Astrid look perfection. His hair was mostly one length which suited large curlers with longer hair at the crown, which allowed fullness to be added with some back-combing. Its colour was still Andy’s natural mousey-brown. Astrid then put on her own daytime make-up that complemented the sweet summer dress that she wore over the same sexy underwear she revelled in.

Christopher, once he had dressed his husband’s hair, allowed her to shave his face… very gently. Of course, there was very little hair to remove but they pretended that his stubble had grown again and wasn’t the way Astrid wanted to kiss his cheeks. Christopher then dressed in his usual manly weekend country wear…. A rough shirt with cord trousers and boots.

While Christine dressed as Christopher, Astrid set about putting lacquer on her own fingernails. Andy had become quite proficient at this since Christine gave him her first lessons. His nails were quite long now — long enough to be impactful in the bedroom!

“I’ve remembered some people we forgot last night!” Andy called as he put the hard top coat on his nails and Christine came down the stairs, looking in every sense the man he wished he had married.

“How could we forget Samantha and Brian? They may live in a little cottage but I would expect that they have huge sexual appetites, wouldn’t you?” Andy clearly had time for this couple.

“Oh, yes indeed.” Christine said — she too had not perfected a manly voice so it was with her normal gentle tones that she replied. “You can tell it in their eyes…. I often ask myself when I meet new people…. Do they? And very often the answer is… “probably not!” but in their case, I should think they’re going at it like blind rabbits in summertime!”

“Would he be a Queen — even for a day? Do you think?” Andy asked….. “Bearing in mind, I don’t want competition……….”

Christopher put on his manly guise and replied “in my book, she would make a good Queen — she’s quite slight in build and so would fit some pretty clothes….. I think I could make her see the attraction of playing the girly role — if I tried, or had the chance to try!”

Andy paused at the mirror by the kitchen door and said “I’m really wanting to go out for a walk today. The weather is so lovely. I wonder if we went out we would get away with being who we would like to be… if anyone stopped us in the street. I mean, it could be embarrassing for them as well as us…”

“If they recognized who we were, it would…. But we could try passing as complete strangers…… Might be best to go into the pub and have lunch just as if we’ve visited the village on a tour round the Cotswolds, like so many people do. We would have to make eachother look even more different than we do just now….. Not over the top in any way… Tourists around the Cotswolds don’t do “over the top” do they?!”

It was decided that the lunchtime date at the pub would be what they would do. Both secretly had wanted to do this for months — since their weekends en femme and en home had become their usual practice. Christopher took Astrid upstairs to her vanity unit where the cosmetics were to be found. He applied some foundation and a little blusher where Astrid had put very little after waking. She then added a second colour of eyeshadow to complement the first applied earlier and then gave a good thick coat of mascara to Astrid’s eyes. Lastly he allowed Astrid to apply her own lipstick — this time a long-lasting Dior one.

Astrid admired herself in the mirror and Andy’s voice said “Thank you darling, I feel ready for the world!” She stood and beckoned Christopher to sit at the mirror. She combed his hair strongly and made it all sleek to his head. “You had a really good shave this morning darling. I do like to see a man well groomed.” Andy smiled into the mirror and his wife smiled back at him.

Astrid stood in her underwear and remembered to complete the final part of her transformation.... cotton padding for her bra. Most of the time, and certainly when at home, Astrid's hest was unadorned with padding. Christopher enjoyed playing with Andy's nipples too much to let padding get in the way. but if they were going out for a walk and to end up in 'company', Astrid needed to be more shapely, and that meant having the illusion of a bust to be proud of. Andy chose how much padding would be enough. Christopher intervened and suggested "at least twice as much!". So, tweice a smuch it was. The 'B' cup bra was full! The stretchy lambswool sweater that Astrid put on was ideal for the shape Andy wanted, even if it was a bit on the larger size than he might have planned if left to him/herself.

The white sweater was complemented by the flowing floral skirt that Andy stepped into and slid up his stockinged legs. he tightened the belt as hard as he could, offering an almost 1950s look. He added light trainers, such as a girl such as he would wear for a country walk. There was bright sunshine and no risk of rain. Andy swished his skirt from side to side and again thought "I enjoy being a girl!",

“Ready??”

“You bet!”

Ch.3 not written yet but lunch out (and a first meeting) beckon our lovers.