The lovers are welcoming people they have never met into their home for the party of a lifetime. Their excitement was almost so strong that it could be bottled and sold as a cocktail!

Chapter 21 — We’re up and running!!!!

As Jenny and Christine and Pammie stood exchanging first ‘pleasantries’, Heidi and Lottie gulped their drinks down. This was going to be a party where people let their hair down and Heidi wanted to be there to pin it up again! “I’m glad you let me do your hair right up for the party Lottie…” said Heidi. “… it’s looking sexier than I’ve ever seen you. I’m really proud of my work today!”

“Well, you can talk! I’m more than proud of the make-up I’ve done on you my lovely boss! You’re a very different lady to the everyday one I see in the salon. I think today could be the first day of your life in more ways than one….” retorted Lottie, who was already feeling the effect of a first glass of Prosecco. “Imagine, there will be gossip aplenty for us to keep stored away. Andy you’re going to be a much more glamorous hairdresser than before. You s aid you wanted to change in that direction. Well, now’s your chance. Heidi, no longer in hiding!!”

Heidi stood back and laughed. “You’re not wrong….” She said, thinking about what the party clearly would involve. “I’m looking forward to taking a few toys home. Pity there aren’t any toy-boys to go with them!”

Heidi reached over and tucked one of Lottie’s tendril curls back into the high point of her Assistant’s pony tail. She had carefully constructed the ponytail to be absolutely tight to Lottie’s head, shimmeringly glossy. She had then peeled away several curls and combed them through into perfect rolls that she had then pinned in there separate tiers, rising to unimaginable blonde heights. Then, sprayed until crisp with lacquer of the strongest holding strength, Heidi had kissed the back of Lottie’s neck and whispered “Enjoy!”

“You should think about the colour of your hair next time, you know…” Lottie said as they looked about the room. “I don’t see you as a raven-headed temptress like her over there, but you could enrich the brunette you already are… maybe to be chestnut, rich, rich chestnut. I like that….. It would suit you.”

They girls both looked round when the doorbell rang again. Andy was soon at the door and, upon its opening, there stood Emma, one of the newly-weds from number seven. She and he husband Justin were known in the village for their relative wealth, considering their age, and the flashy cars they drove. She was known to “be at home all day” and, sometimes, to “take in visitors”. Both had been divorced before. Both had cited, or been cited for “unreasonable behaviour”. Whatever that meant. Perhaps, Andy thought, we’ll find out.

“Come in, come in. I’m Andy, The man of the house… Welcome” he said to Emma who smiled and slid past her host, making sure to rub her torso along his hip. If Andy was any judge, he would say that Emma had a couple of vodkas under her belt already. “A Martini cocktail?.....” he enquired. Emma’s response was predictable. 2Make mine a double!”

Emma was quite a stunner. Her dress was cut low and her tits were a pair of beauties for all to admire. It ended well above the knees, making sure that all in the room could tell it was summer! Little did they know, she was celebrating summer by coming “in commando”. She preferred the wind freely caressing her pussy on nights like tonight.

“Let me introduce you and then I’ll bring the cocktails over. Excuse me….” He said, intervening in Pammie’s vocal effort to impress Christine and Jenny. “…Here are Christine, my wife, and Jenny from number 2. Over there, you’ll find Lottie and Heidi from the salon up the way….. Come over girls. This is Emma, from number 7.”

Pammie finished her sentence and looked sideways at Emma. Clearly, she saw a competitor for attention in the room…… “How nice to meet you again… I’m sure we met just after you and your husband arrived in the village, didn’t we?” The implication was clear…. Pammie thought they had met and hadn’t intended that the experience would be repeated.

“Oh, indeed, we did. I think I met your husband again a little while later…” Emma went on, perhaps recalling a visit from Justin as one of her “visitors”. He had reacted very well to her flirtations when they first met and she knew he had engineered a meeting in the village when Pammie wasn’t around. They had indeed “met” without her around.

Christine sensed an ‘atmosphere’ developing and said “Emma, do come over and meet Heidi who is my hairdresser. If you haven’t been to her salon, you really must…” She steered Emma away from Pammie, leaving the raven continuing to talk at Jenny. Jenny meanwhile was looking back for Andy, whom she admired, it was clear.

Having lodged Emma with Heidi and Lottie, Christine made tracks for Kirsty who had been standing alone at this time with her displays of merchandise covered in lace table cloths.

“We’ll be ready to start before long, I’m sure. It’s just not clear how many more people will turn up. Have you got a drink?” “No, no, I’d love another…” said Kirsty who was feeling a bit left out of the proceedings and gladly welcomed another drink. “Oh, it’s ok. Just watching helps me get an idea of the kind of audience I’ll be working with. Even with so few, I can tell this will be an entertaining night.”

That’s good, thought Christine. Especially as you’ll be leaving early and we need them warmed up before you go.

“Did you start with Prosecco… ? I should try the Martini. It’s a blaster!” Christine meant what she said. She had got a taste for Andy’s recipe. “Come over here and let’s get you one…”

The doorbell went again and, this time, there were two guests who had arrived together.

Christine opened the door as she was nearer than Andy. There stood Priti, the very straight Asian lady from the corner store. She stood at the door together with Sally, who was an older lady — perhaps about 50 — on her second marriage. Rumour was that she and husband Norman were hetero and quite straight, but then, who knows these days? Though Christine.

“Come in!... Please do….” Christine said, admiring Priti’s petite presence and marvelling at the preparation that Sally had put into her look for the evening. Of all the guests, she was the most perfectly made-up and coiffed, the most immaculately dressed, and the most perfume-laden. She was ‘out on the razzle’ if anyone was!

“Come in and meet the others… it’s getting quite crowded now, which is a really good thing. I do hope you’re going to enjoy yourselves……..” Christine said, handing over two more glasses of Prosecco, without thinking that Priti might not drink alcohol. She needn’t have bothered. Priti was soon drinking more than just sips of the delicious pink sparkling wine.

There were clearly enough in the room to make a start. If anyone else arrived later, they would have to catch up, Christine decided as she surveyed the room. A mixed bag, but some really likely players already there……

Raising her voice, Christine announced……“Everyone… please….” She paused….. “Before we begin, my husband Andy would like to say a few words by way of introduction, so please let me hand over to him…..”

“Thank you, Christine…” Andy began, conscious that he was the only man in the room, but also conscious that his glorious underwear was clinging to his skin beneath his ‘drab’ exterior. His bra straps tensed. His panties slid slightly. And the stockings tugged at the suspenders. Oh! How he loved this feeling. How lucky girls are! He thought!.

“Ladies! You’re here for a night of enjoyment. Making new friends, we hope, in the process. Sadly, we, Christine and I, don’t know you all well enough yet, but I’m sure that will change. We have Kirsty here who will lead us through temptation — or rather, she will lead you into it, for I shall not be with you. I’m going to leave you to get on with the evening under Christine’s guidance. We’re a very close couple as you’ll find out when you get to know us. I’d encourage you all to treat everyone else as friends and as though you’ve known them for years. That way, you’ll get much more fun out of the evening. So until later, I leave you with Kirsty…. And Christine!”

More than one pair of eyes twinkled at Andy as finished speaking. If he wanted, there were calls he could make to investigate their meaning……

With that, Andy moved towards the door and to the stairs to his bedroom where Astrid would be waiting! Christine smiled at her husband, knowing that, when she next saw him, she would be seeing her own very special girlfriend, Astrid. How very much she was looking forward to proudly revealing what they had, as a couple, achieved in her creation. And how much fun they had enjoyed since he had agreed to go along with her plan.

She reflected, in an instant, on the changes on the road that she had started them going. They were a long way from the finish of that road, she and Andy, but tonight would be an evening of total fun, if everything went right. By the end, Astrid would be the talk of the village. She, Christine, would be Astrid’s wife and, perhaps, she might have been introduced as Christopher. After all, why not?! And why not later tonight? Her transformation into Christopher would take a lot less time than Astrid’s Doing that might also set a few of their guests thinking that an F2M change would also be enjoyable….

What a village Much Humping might end up being!!!

Kirsty took the floor and began her introduction……….

“Dear Ladies, you may not know quite what to expect from this evening — well, not do I…. but I can promise you a night like no other! I want you to let your innermost instincts prevail and, if you feel a moment’s hesitation, I urge you to give in! There will be temptation and, if you’re uncertain, remember, there will be others who feel the same. If you feel tempted, too, there will be others who feel the same but may just not say anything…. So, please, don’t be shocked by anything you see…. What we have is purely for fun and your entertainment.. I should say, indeed, I am obliged to say at this point, what you will see very soon now is of a very explicit sexual nature and if that bothers you, you might like to leave now………”

Nobody rose to leave.

“…. Ok, good. So I’m going ahead on the basis that you’re keen to know what I have in store. Let’s start with my range of skin preparations……. We have moisturizers, oils and smoothing creams. We have lubricating gels and we have body lotions. We also have depilatory creams which are even suitable for those intimate little corners where being smooth would be especially enjoyable. Let’s have a look right now…..”

--oo00oo–

An hour passed and during that time. Andy was upstairs, in a leisurely way, transforming himself as Christine had directed. This was totally voluntary, he kept telling himself. He needed to reassure himself at times, …that was natural. He was enjoying every minute, of that there was no doubt. But there were moments…. Moments when he needed to know it was alright…. He relied on the mirror. The mirror would tell him he looked good… eventually, that she looked good.

They had talked, him and Christine. They had agreed that Astrid would be as feminine as she could be this night. She would be dainty, if that was possible. She would be girly. She wouldn’t need to be glamorous. She would need to be perfectly made-up. She would need to be cool and demure. She would have her hair done beautifully, emphasizing her womanly aura.

When she emerged, Astrid would look as lovingly as possible at Christine. They would be a perfect couple. Lesbians, maybe, but definitely a couple. They would be touchy-feely, for all to see. Even these complete strangers. And Christine would introduce her to the rest… as her “wife”!

He had taken off his male clothes and turned to study his image in the long vertical mirror on the front of the closet door. In his undies, with stockings, suspenders, panties and the lovely bra, Andy felt ready to begin……

His cap, covering his most feminine asset, his hair, was the first thing to be removed. Now dry, the hair needed a spray to allow Heidi’s later styling. In the meantime, it tumbled about his ears and over his neckline. Andy caught his breath at the sight of the highlights that he was now so delighted to have had the courage to choose when with Heidi.

Andy looked in the mirror. He saw himself for the last time tonight. He went to the bathroom and began his washing and cleansing. He had showered earlier so no need for another. He had, however, not shaved, preferring to leave the vestiges of male stubble on his chin. Now, that had to go.

He needed the closest shave that he had ever had. He used a pre-shave lotion to help minimize any chafing of his skin. He used the most expensive shaving gel that he had ever used; something for sensitive skin. Something he had used when shaving his nipples previously — he didn’t do that any more, Christine having given him the Veet Sensitive cream to make his tits hairless. He used a razor that had been used once or twice before.,.. fearing the harshness of a new blade and the nicks and cuts that could result. All went well. His shave was perfect. There were no traces of stubble or stray hairs. No sideburns.

But his eyebrows needed urgent attention. In just a few days since last Christine had plucked them to a more girly line, there were strays regrowing. He found that plucking hurt….. But, “no pain, no gain” Christine had said. And she was right. Astrid would be better looking if Andy could steel himself to pluck!

In fact, it hurt less when he did the plucking himself. So much so, there was a risk that he might over-do the enthusiasm and end up with Edith Piaf brows! Getting right up close to Christine’s make-up mirror, he tugged away for several minutes. Luckily, he stopped just in time. The brows were now perfect….. for a woman, that is….. No man worth his salt would wish to look that way!

For the first time, Andy was conscious of sounds from downstairs. There was a peal of laughter… Something had made the group relax enough to join together in that way. He wondered what it might be…….

Then he heard the front door bang shut…. Another guest to join the party……. “Bev!...” he heard the chorus…… The popular barmaid had obviously arrived late. She received a great collective welcome, such was Bev’s obvious popularity in the village. Bev, Andy thought, was the only other person who knew about his ‘other side’, about Astrid…… he didn’t mind a bit. She was a great personality and someone he felt able to trust with the knowledge.

These thoughts did, however, cause Andy to stop and think. He paused in his preparations. It would soon be that several more women would know his secret. Several complete strangers….. Strewth! What had Christine got him into?? He looked again into the mirror…… It was far too late for regrets or a turn-back. He was committed to going through with the appearance as girly girly Astrid…. Andy just said a little prayer that it would all go alright…..

The gender-changing man smothered his face in a sensitive skin moisturizer to ease the zinging from the brow area of his face. He carried on with body lotion to nourish his legs and arms, concentrating on those annoying areas when men get hard skin. Satisfied, he sat back and thought about the selection of clothes he had agreed with Christine that he should wear. Nothing too dressy. Nothing glamorous. Nothing tarty. He kept talking to himself….. “ I should be a most attractive, but everyday, woman. Someone that Christine could, credibly, be in love with if she were “coming out” as a lesbian among a group of strangers. Someone she’d be proud to say “yes, that’s my girlfriend,” about.”

He became silent again. His thoughts running away….. Christine…. A lesbian? Well, that much Astrid knew wasn’t the whole story. He loved her hetero side. Christine was clearly bisexual, at the very most.

The best of both worlds!!!

Andy was thinking as Astrid now. He might still have looked like a guy in girly undies, but in his head, he was a she. He was Astrid.

The front door banged shut again — a last late arrival perhaps? Or maybe the first to leave?

Reinforcements, in the shapes of Lottie and Heidi coming upstairs, would be arriving soon.

Andy took a very deep breath. Astrid was now in control. She stood at the closet door and surveyed her alternative outfits. This shouldn’t take long, she thought.

She took, and laid out on the bed, a pretty but expected-to-be-tight blouse, a chiffon scarf for the neck — to hide the Adam’s Apple which still bedevilled his self esteem, to which she added a light flowing evening skirt in black for impact, a fresh pair of high support but sheer stockings, and a pair of lowish-heeled string-back black leather shoes.

Jewellery needed to be a little chunky, to go with her overall features — small and beautiful, petite, dainty, Astrid knew she was not! Some coral —a necklace and bracelet! Perfect colours to off-set the blouse.

She paused, for another reflection, thinking about the joy that comes for a man who dresses as a woman — the accessories. The little things that we can’t have, and which women can, that draw attention to whatever a girl feels is her best feature.

In Astrid’s case, that would be a hair slide, a barrette, or a little “fascinator”, the kind of nonsense, nothingness of a feather and a flower in the hair that women wear to horse race meetings. Anything to draw attention to her hair. That would be Astrid’s preference. She always felt that her hair was her best feature. Tonight, it would be a diamante hair slide at each of her temples, which would keep her bangs under control.

Then, she mused further, her eyes were more feminine than anything about her face. She loved her lips, of course, but they’re not really girly enough, she thought. Her eyes, yes, they were nice when they were made-up with colour and the beautiful darkening quality of mascara. She didn’t know how to fix false lashes, so there wasn’t much hope with those. She had tried and nearly blinded herself too many times ever, now, to try to fix falsies to her eyelids now. Tonight might be different. Lottie was going to do her make-up. Maybe some false eyelashes??? Light ones, with lots of mascara???

--oo00oo–

Kirsty was finished showing the liquids, creams and lubes that could enhance the sensual beginnings of a session of love-making. There had been lots of interest but, so far, none of the group had said they would buy such products.

“I think you’ll change your minds when you’ve seen my next range….. Next, we have some CDs and DVDs with music and some visuals that could get your partners hearts racing. Just for a short while, please, close your eyes and relax…..”

She had moved on to the screen and the boxes attached by cables around which the seating had been centred. She first played a subtle background track which, increasingly over three or four minutes, brought in breathing sounds. Slow and relaxed at first. Then the tempo changed almost imperceptibly.

Increasingly urgent breathing. A mix of the music and the sounds of foreplay. Quite obvious…..

Kirsty just allowed the music to do the work. She said nothing…….. Occasional murmurings came from the ladies sitting around the room. Purring. That was the sound. Pussies, purring. None of the girls felt disinhibited enough to reach between their thighs, but the temptation was real. Christine could see that. She could feel that too. She was tempted. Her own pussy felt wet, just with the sound of this music. It was almost hypnotic. She wished Andy was here with her and all these people were gone! Andy! was, in fact, at the top of the stairs, listening

Inside her, a fire began to burn. It would be only an hour or so before the break in proceedings. Not much more before she would be introducing her Andy to the group… as her Astrid. Her girlfriend! Her lover! She felt pride well up inside her.

Kirsty broke her train of thought as she pushed the envelope in the direction of the video screen where, when she coaxed the ladies around her to open their eyes, they would see a couple engaged in slow, sensual movement that quickly became love-making. “We have many, many such programmes in our catalogue and I’m going to show you just a few highlights……” And so she did. From Boy + Girl, she moved on to Girl + Girl, to Girls Alone playing with their own bodies, to mild bondage, with cuffs and collars and canes and ropes and things.

“Typical!” Christine said under her breath, …. Thinking “no crossdressing fun!” There just isn’t a “public” for us! Damn them! Even the pornographers see us as a place not to go! Christine was angry. She was all the more determined in that moment to go ahead with the plans she had made. Plans to show these people around her what joys there can be in husbands and lovers becoming feminine beauties.

Kirsty’s selection of AV material brought several purchases and, sure enough, some of the creams and fragrange products were bought as well.

“Now, let’s look into the world of toys! It’s toy time! This is the most popular range we do and, though many of you will have heard of another company’s “Rampant Rabbit” vibrator, you won’t be ready for the “Touchy Tiger” that we do! Come, look at this…..!”

“I’ll have one!!” shouted Bev with her distinctive voice. “Without even holding him, I’ll have him!!” The packaging left nothing to the imagination and it wasn’t long before others were joining Bev in making “The Tiger” theirs. Its clitoral stimulator was obviously the feature that would give the greatest enjoyment. Rather than “The Rabbit’s” simple protuberance, “The Tiger” matched a woman’s labia perfectly, leaving no stone unturned in the search for orgasmic delight. Kirsty knew it was always a winner.

“I’ll soon get to know this little beauty!” exclaimed Bev as she unwrapped her new friend and gently slid the dildo between her thighs for safe-keeping. Christine smiled at her and her mouth formed the words “See me later please!” that Bev couldn’t lip-read but took to mean exactly the same or something very similar!

The sound of vibrations from these toys was soon at deafening pitch, such was their popularity. Kirsty then moved on to the more ambitious range of strap-on and double-ended dildos that were more a minority attraction. “Perhaps many of you haven’t ever thought of the possibilities that exist with these little babies…. Maybe now’s the time to give them a chance?!”

The very act of handling such a toy was enough to get the imaginations running riot. “It’s true to say that these strap-on toys are very good for you if there are times when hubby doesn’t get his act together quickly enough for you. Or perhaps hard enough… Some men actually do like the idea of you taking control of the situation and having them wear it to help you where they can’t.”

“Some, in my experience, like the idea of taking one in themselves…. If you know what I mean! I’ve enjoyed giving one to more than one or two of my lovers!”
Everyone else in the room looked at Bev and the laughter rang out again. Suddenly, all of them wanted to get their hands on the merchandise.

"Now let's look at some lingerie!" Kirsty said, moving on after taking several orders in the toy department.

At this moment, Heidi looked at Lottie, Lottie looked at Heidi, and they motioned eachother to go on upstairs to take care of their “special customer” who had become their “special friend”.

--oo00oo–

Astrid heard their footsteps at the hallway and quickly ran back to the bedroom where she would appear to them to be quietly preparing those clothes when the two girls arrived. He heard their voices getting closer and their giggling about those dildos. She resolved to buy them each a “Tiger” if they so desired such a thing! Christine, Astrid knew, would agree with the idea. She hurriedly wrapped her body in the satin dressing gown that she loved and which made her feel ‘extra girly’.

As they entered the room, she turned towards them, smiled and, trying her best to use her ‘Astrid voice’, said “Oh, what a relief! I was thinking I might have to do all this without you! I’m so relieved!! Thank you so much for coming…. How are you both….?? I do hope the first session has been fun……”

Realizing that she was now gabbling almost incoherently, Astrid stopped, sighing and saying, “Welcome to my world!” Heidi and Lottie had said nothing but now had taken in the picture of this woman in her boudoir, swathed in satin, with her nearly-dry hair, her bare face and her painted toenails. There was very little male about her, for sure. This was a woman preparing to go out and meet friends.

Heidi brought one hidden hand from behind her back. Lottie did the same. Heidi showed a full bottle of Prosecco. Lottie held three glasses! "Didn't see why we should miss out!" giggled Heidi. Astrid grabbed a glass and her hairdresser poured full measures for all three of them and almost shouted, "Cheers!"

“You look super…” Heidi said, “… doesn’t he, Lottie?” She remembered Andy and saw though the disguise, then realized her mistake. Andy was forgotten for tonight now. This was Astrid. Oh, I’m sorry…” she went on and, holding out her hand, corrected herself. “I’m Heidi and this is Lottie, you’ll remember us. We don’t have much time so I’d like us to get on if you don’t mind.”

Lottie smiled and said “Come, please, sit down in the chair and we’ll get to work on your make-over. Astrid did as she was bidden and, once seated, closed her eyes. Heidi continued as she began laying out her hairdressing paraphernalia — the combs, the brushes, the dryer, the tray of rollers and pins, the bottles of lotions and the spray cans. “This is a very exciting evening for us, it really is. We have had such a good time downstairs, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the rest of the evening.”

“I’m sure I will…” said Astrid, still with her eyes closed, as Lottie covered her face with foundation and began to brush on some powder. She paid special attention to the lines around Astrid’s eyes and, of course, the inundations on her skin left by that dreadful teenage acne. Soon they would all be gone and a flawless cover would be all that Astrid would “wake” to when she opened her eyes.

Lottie went on with applying colour, first to Astrid’s eyelids and their outline…. She began to apply mascara when Astrid had that thought from earlier…. “I don’t suppose you have a light pair of lashes you could use, do you? I’d really like to find out how that feels. I’ve never won false lashes before….”

“Of course we do…. In fact, we have a choice…. You could have these magnificent “flappers” that are a Wow factor in the making and which need under-lashes too.” Astrid nearly fainted, there, in the chair. Lottie missed that and went on…. “If you fancied a Katy Price look, an Essex look, those would be for you.” Suddenly aware of Astrid holding her breath, Lottie stopped short and said, “….But then again, you did say you wanted to have a more under-stated look tonight, didn’t you, so I don’t think I’d recommend them…..”

In the end, they agreed on a very nice, feathery pair of upper lashes with ample mascara. They would accentuate Astrid’s eyes, Heidi said, and give Astrid a real prettiness that she wanted.

Lottie then added the blusher that would fill the cheeks with colour and, perhaps, hide any blushes from within. It would be warm in the room downstairs, they all agreed. Lottie left the lipstick until after Heidi had done her job with Astrid’s hair.

“Your hair is growing really nicely, I have to say. There’s a nice lot of body in it and we can build on that with some volumizer. I’m sure it will hold the set very well. We don’t have time for a roller set this evening and I haven’t brought my domed dryer either but for a comb-out for an evening like this one, the blow-dry is ideal. Let’s get started. Would you like to close your eyes again for me?”

Astrid followed instructions again, thinking but not saying as she did so, “I always close my eyes when I have a blow-job.

Heidi sectioned Astrid’s hair and gave each tress a spray with volumizer as she wound the curls around the roller brush and applied the heat from the hand dryer. If Astrid had looked, she would soon have seen herself with a wild style of thick curls. Curls that would eventually be softened into the girly style she had chosen. Her highlights began to shown more distinctly as the hair dried and the style took shape.

Heidi was loving the work. She so enjoyed the creative side of her job. Turning an unruly shape into a perfect style. That was blow-drying for you, she thought. Rollers are different. I love the winding and tightening of the rolls and the springiness of the curls when the rollers are taken out. Blow-drying is more artistic. Beautiful!

Minutes passed while Lottie put the finishing touches to Astrid’s manicure. Beautiful crimson talons — well, not talons, as they were Andy’s own nails. Beautiful red nails that showed how well he had worked at stopping his nail-biting that was once a curse on him.

Soon, as Heidi smoothed the final strands into place, Astrid could look into the mirror and enjoy her image. Her face was lovely, almost not her own. Still waiting for lipstick to complete her, this was a woman of class and quality. Her hair was quite unusually bouffant in style.

The bangs fell fully to the sides, covering her temples where the diamante hair slides had been placed to match the rest of her jewellery. The crown of the hair was quite high — higher than Astrid had even hoped for. What made it for Astrid, and for Heidi, was the way that the blonde highlights emphasized and framed the face. They had seemed less bold when first put in but now, as part of a full style, they were bold, Across the bangs and down the sides and then high upon the crown. Astrid thought, “I hope Christine loves it! What a classy lady I feel!!”

Time had come for the clothes to be donned and the image completed…… Andy stepped into his skirt. His stockings felt taught against his skin. The suspenders tugged beautifully so he found the shoes and stepped into them. The feeling of the slight heels was wonderful. “It’s true, you do stand differently in heels, don’t you?” He said to the girls attending him. They both smiled. They had seen nothing like this ever before!

On went the blouse, again, the fabric caressing the skin and sending a shiver of pleasure down Astrid’s spine. Then, lastly, came the chiffon scarf she had selected to hide that dreaded Adam’s Apple. The necklace went easily over that and the bracelet completed the accessories.

“I’m ready!” she said.

“Not until you have your lipstick, you aren’t!” exclaimed both Heidi and Lottie in the same breath. Lottie did the business, ladling three coats to Astrid’s pouted lips. Gloss was offered but refused. “I have never found that attractive…..” said Astrid, “now, let me at ‘em!” as she admired herself in the full-length mirror and went towards the bedroom door, where she paused.

“Thank you my darlings, for all you have done…… Your rewards will come later but, for now, just thank you …. From the bottom of my heart.

As she stood at the top of the stairs, there was some commotion in the hallway. Kirsty was on her way out. “Wait! I have to say goodbye!” she called……

Chapter 22 will complete the evening but may take a while to get right so, please dear Readers, be patient!