Learning to Crawl.

After about half an hour of just chatting, Felipa rolled over towards me and gave me a big kiss. She then said that I needed to go to my own room to sleep as the girls had a rule to not allow a partner in their beds overnight. She said to just put my robe on and, tying her own, she led me down the corridor to another room. Opening the door she led me inside and put the light on. It was a typical girls' room and there was a row of pictures on a sideboard of a girl I had not seen before. “This is Pinas’ room” Felipa said. “She will not be coming back to it as she will be paid off as soon as she finishes her fortnight in Madrid. We will not allow her back into the house and everything in the wardrobe and drawers are forfeit, so you can sleep here while you are with us. I suggest that you explore the range of nightwear that will be in one of the drawers, I expect that they will fit you well as you and she look to be the same size. Make sure you have a shower before going to bed, there is shampoo and conditioner in the ensuite as well as a full range of body creams and I am certain Pina would have a few new razors in her cabinet as she is one of the four like you that I mentioned and needed to shave at times. Goodnight and sweet dreams.”

She left me here, in a strangers’ room, with nothing but female clothing to pick from. I was a little ashamed to realise that I was not screaming and demanding my hiking gear and pack and setting off down the driveway. I was, actually, quite tired as I had never had two women in one day before; I couldn’t remember a time I had ever had two women in one month. I took off the robe and went into a walk-in wardrobe and looked at myself in a full length mirror and gave myself a close appraisal. I was not tall or muscular; my hair was quite long as I had not had a cut for some months so it now reached below my ears. I looked at my face in a new light; was I effeminate or just a product of my genes?

I gave up and went through to the bathroom where I turned on the shower. In the shower I used a good amount of shampoo on my hair and then left conditioner on for a while as I carefully washed the rest of me. After the shower I towelled myself off with the fluffy towels on the rack, sat on the toilet for a few minutes and then washed my hands and padded into the bedroom. I looked in the drawers and finally located the one with nightdresses and looked through the selection. I chose a plain, nylon, midnight blue, short nightie with matching loose panties and put it on. On impulse I went back to the mirror and, through slitted eyes, I wondered if, with the addition of a feminine garment, I might be mistaken for a girl?

While I was in the walk-in I noticed a midnight blue robe hanging there so took it and draped it across the end of the bed for morning. I wondered if I would be able to sleep but, after I put the bedside light out, I was asleep inside five minutes. I was dreaming about hiking but, in my dream I was wearing a dress and woke up with a start. I looked at the bedside clock which showed two thirty. I first wondered what had woken me and then realised I had a massive erection. Not wanting to mess the nightie I put the light on and looked into the bedside drawer where I found some condoms. I put one on, put the light out and settled back in bed. Laying there my hand gravitated towards my penis and I lay there just lightly stroking the head of it, the other hand just stroking the material of the nightie while I had a deep think.

I suddenly realised that I had loved cuddling with my girlfriends when they were wearing slips and remembered that I was more aroused when I could feel the smoothness of the material. I then remembered the remark made earlier about my wanting to actually be on the bottom and thought back to one girlfriend who did not mind me being on the bottom while she straddled me. I realised that I had been more aroused when I imagined myself being penetrated. She did not last long and the next time I saw her she was on the arm of a guy who looked like a wrestler and I had thought that she would have a hard time under a guy of that weight. As I remembered I suddenly realised that I might have been jealous and, as I tried to imagine a big guy laying on me, I exploded in a rolling orgasm that filled the condom.

After a few minutes I put the light on and made my way into the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and removed the condom from my rapidly shrinking member. Rolling it up in some toilet paper I was about to flush it away but realised that this far out in the country the house was probably on some kind of septic system so I put it in the small bin beside the sink. I sat until I could relieve myself and then gave myself a localised wash with a wet flannel. As I went back to the bedroom I stopped in the walk-in and began inspecting the clothing hanging there. I could see some nice day dresses as well as some stunning evening or social wear. There was a whole rack of shoes and, just for the thrill of it, I tried a pair on. They fitted me perfectly!!! I took them off with a shudder and, as I was about to look at the other side, where there were skirts and tops, pants and jeans, I noticed that under a pile of boots there was a shoe box. Now, all the shoes were out so a shoe box was a bit obvious and I had an inkling of what I would see when I opened it. Yes, here was Pinas’ stash of money, in used bills, mostly Euros but some other currencies too. I put the top back on and took it into the bedroom where I placed it on the sideboard. Back in the walk-in I looked at the other side and realised that, if most of this fitted me, I would be able to dress in style, as long as I could create the shape and disguise the face. It was weird, me being here with this opportunity.

Back in bed I went to sleep almost immediately and was woken, with a start, when Coleta banged on my door and walked in, saying “Wake up, Gene, the day is just beginning and we have a lot of things to do. Put your robe on and come down for breakfast.” I got myself out of bed and went through to the toilet. Then, putting on the matching robe, I picked up the shoebox and went downstairs. There was a place at the table for me at which there sat a glass of green gunk. Vanda told me to drink it up as they all started the day with smoothies made from their own produce. Before I picked up the glass I put the shoebox on the table and told them that this was found in the wardrobe and may be the lost takings. Vanda took the top off and they all gasped. Vanda pulled the money out and sorted it into piles by currency and denomination. It did, indeed, add up to a sum very close to my ball-park estimate.

Vanda went to the office and came back with a handful of rubber bands and they sorted the notes into five hundred Euro bundles, put them back into the box and Vanda then took it back into the office to put it in the safe. I was, during all this, drinking my smoothie and eating my breakfast. When we all finished, Vanda turned to me and said “Gene, from now on we have decided that your full name is Genesis, a girls name here and denotes a new beginning, which we find very apt. We will continue to call you Gene, however. Pina used to do the delivery run that Coleta does when she is here, so I want you to go with her today, and the next day, to learn the route and meet the customers. You will leave in about an hour so I expect you to look, and think, the part by then. Coleta and Jordana will both help you as they faced the same difficulties that you now face. Now get back upstairs and I want to see our new girl coming back down.”

The three of us went to my room and Coleta picked out a shirt and pair of jeans for me, along with underwear, socks and boots, while Jordana took me through to the bathroom after getting me to undress, and proceeded to coat me with evil smelling gunk, all over my body. After I had stood there for ten minutes, brushing my teeth in the meantime, she got me into the shower and told me to wash my hair again. She left me to it, but told me to double shave when I came out.

When I was dry, and now smooth, I shaved as ordered and, wrapping the towel around me, went out to the bedroom. Coleta was back, having gone to her own room to dress, and helped me put on a pair of panties that she called a gaff. It was odd having her push my penis into a sort of a tube after trying to push my testicles back to where they came from but the result was truly amazing. She helped me with some black panties and a matching padded bra and then I put the ankle socks on and tried to get into the tight jeans. They must have been made of elastic as they did go on. A western-style shirt followed and then she adorned me with some jewellery that she had found in Pinas’ drawer. With a beaded necklace and several bracelets, plus a watch, I thought I may be ready but Jordana came in as Coleta left the room after telling me to meet her at the van.

Jordana then did some things with my hair and a couple of flowery clips and then got me to sit on the bed while she worked on my face. She told me that I was lucky as I did not need a lot to make it work and she finished off the process by putting some clip earrings on me and giving me a spritz of perfume. When she had finished with me she picked up her phone and told me to look at the camera while she took a picture of her handiwork. I just need to put the boots on and, before we left the room she told me to take a look at myself.

When I did so I thought I was looking at a picture of a girl, but one that moved as I did and smiled when I smiled. “Do you like yourself now?” she asked as she pushed a handbag my way. “This carries your needed items for the day. There are tissues, lipstick to freshen up with, and some money in a purse, a couple of tampons and a few condoms. We girls never go anywhere without them.” I asked her about my hiking clothes and papers and she told me that they had been folded up and put into a bag to be placed with my pack in a storage locker as “you will not need them much for a while”. I asked about my phone and she said it, and my charger, would be in my room tonight, after they had cleared all of Pinas’ personal items.

Down at the vans Coleta had been loaded up and was ready to roll. She looked me over and told me she approved of the new girl. I got into the passenger side and we left the farm. As we went along she told me that the loading was done by the casuals, first thing in the morning, and that all of the stops were loaded onto the GPS. There was a tablet with all of the stops in order, along with the names of the customers and the current account details, in case we needed to ask for payment before delivery. She then told me that all of the sisters were very happy with me finding the stash of cash as it made it much easier to move Pina away from the group at the end of the week. She told me that Pina would get her stake money back, plus her accrued profits and would not come out of it too badly. She wondered why Pina did what she did as, in their trade, such theft could lead to very severe repercussions but she thought there may be a man behind it. They would certainly see when they had a look at the receipts she generated if there was one particular person that stood out.

We went through the morning with me being introduced as ‘Genesis, or Gene, who will be making the deliveries alone next week.’ This delivery route was north of the farm so I would not meet up with anyone who had met me – was it only yesterday – as Gene, the man. This route also could not run in a circular fashion so, around lunch time, we pulled up to a café where we had lunch after dropping off their supplies. Coleta told me that, when we got back to the farm, she would work on my hands and toes ‘to put a little colour into my life’ and that I really should consider allowing her to pierce my ears. I agreed as the clips were becoming quite painful.

She asked me about the morning, so far, and I had to answer that everyone seemed very welcoming, considering my disguising myself as a girl. She laughed and told me that no-one had seen through the disguise and I only had to work on my voice, which I had kept low and husky when talking to the customers. Our lunch stop was at a town called Valadolid, on the road from San Sebastian to Salamanca and, while we were eating, I listened to a couple of French tourists on a nearby table. I had to stifle a giggle and Coleta asked me what was funny. I told her that the guys on the other table were outdoing each other trying to describe all the things they would like to do to us, given the chance.

She said “You speak French?” and I told her that as my father was from just over the border, in Biarritz, I was brought up speaking both French and English. “All right, girl, this is your chance to prove, to yourself, what you want to do with your life. When we finish, we go over to them, and you tell them that this may be their lucky day as we are putas but are having a couple of days off during our time of the month. Tell them we can give them both blow jobs for a fee and tell them it will be one hundred Euros for the pair of us, with no limit on the number of blow jobs they can muster before three this afternoon, as we need to finish our run. I know a hotel around the corner we can use.” I was shocked but realised that this is what she did for a living and, if my dream last night was any indication, what may fill my days in the future.

We finished our meal and, while Coleta went to settle up I walked as sexily as I could over to their table and, in perfect French, told them that, although we would love to fulfil their desires, we were not able due to our ‘womens problem’ for a few days. They apologised for being crass and I told them that we could, though, satisfy them orally for just one hundred Euros. They tried to get it cheaper but I insisted that they got both of our mouths for the (I looked at my watch) next ninety minutes and that this was a bargain, considering what we normally charged. They quickly finished their meal and settled the account. The café owner gave us a wink as Coleta led us around the corner and into a cheap, by the hour, hotel. They happily paid the few Euro needed and we went up to a bedroom with a big bed and an ensuite.

We got the boys to take their pants off and proceeded to get them hard, with me following Coleta with the moves. It did not take very long before they shot their loads into our mouths. I followed Coleta into the ensuite to spit it out but was surprised at how tasty I thought it was. We rinsed our mouths and back in the bedroom we snuggled and kissed them until they swapped places and we got them aroused enough for a second round. It took a little longer this time but they eventually unloaded into our mouths and both fell back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. We went and spat it out and rinsed our mouths before refreshing our lipstick. Coleta told me to tell them we were leaving as we needed to be somewhere else and to thank them nicely for the pleasant afternoon. I did just that and told them they had about twenty minutes left before they needed to vacate the room. We went back to the van giggling and divided the hundred Euros between us. I said that my first one tasted better and Coleta told me that they all tasted the same from here on.

We finished our run and got back to the farm in time for dinner. Vanda commented that we had taken a bit longer completing the run and Coleta announced that I had to take an hour to earn my first fifty Euros as a genuine puta. She also said that I speak perfect French as well as being able to give it. They all had a laugh at that and Coleta was urged to give the story of our afternoon. After dinner, Jordana was assigned to my further training and, as I had already been successful with my afternoon blow job with a genuine man, she showed me what a she-male can do. I finally fulfilled my unrealised ambition and found myself, on my back, my legs in the air, with a weight on my chest and a penis deep in me. I must say that I was very satisfied when I had my shower and put on a fresh nightie to go to bed.

Marianne G 2020