Toddling Along

The Monday was as planned. First was breakfast, then on to the doctors where we all were checked over. I had a full check-up with bloods and a urine sample. I was told that there was anything odd they would contact Pavlina. Then on to a transgender store where I had my skin tone matched to a pair of breasts and they were stuck on to my chest. It certainly made a difference when I stood up and tried to walk. Pavlina told me that I now knew why women walked with their shoulders back. Then we visited a lingerie shop where I was measured and fitted for my very first bra. I bought a half a dozen in various colours; but they were all very sexy and uplifting. Well, when I walked out of there with one on my spirits were uplifted as well. I also bought matching bikini panties which I would have to remember to pack when I went back to the farm.

As it was a late starting day, Pavlina and I had lunch and then I was taken to a beauty salon where I had a session of laser hair removal on my face. I was told I would have to go back for a few more sessions but they said that I would not need many more because of my light beard.

Back at the whiskeria I went up to put away my purchases, have a shower and wait for the opening time at five ’o’ clock. It must have been a slow evening as I only had a couple of normal customers; that is, if you consider gay men wanting a she-male to give them the treatment. Pavlina knew that two were my limit at the moment so I ended up being told to go to bed around eleven. Next morning it was back to the salon for more laser work and, while I was there, was coerced into getting acrylic nails that were more permanent than the ones I had been given only a couple of weeks ago. The whole week just flew by and, by Friday, I was considered to be a good worker.

Saturday was really odd, as far as my customers were concerned. My first was at three and was a young lad who was booked in for three hours in the dungeon. My message told me that I was his sixteenth birthday present and to see what way he wanted to go. Not knowing whether to go dominatrix or slave, I just wore a summer dress with sandals. When I met him in the security room he looked relieved at my ordinary dress and then asked me if it would be all right if we could not go to the dungeon. I said I would see if it could be arranged and looked at a small light up in one corner. It flashed four times so I used my pass code and took him to bedroom four. When we got in he sat on the bed and started crying so I sat beside him and cuddled him like a mother would. He howled for about a quarter of an hour and I provided him with tissues and told him it was all right, he was safe with me.

When he finally was able to talk, I held him to me as he told me about his home life. He had two fathers and his birth mother had died before he was a year old. He was a surrogate child and his two fathers had brought him up. The problem was that he found their lifestyle almost too much to bear. One was a big guy with a beard and wore leather straps and a codpiece around the house, while the other usually wore a dog suit and collar. “You will notice them in the Gay Pride next month” he told me “one taking the other for a walk.” He said that he had been booked into the dungeon so that he could work out whether he was a master or a slave when he tried both. The big problem for him was that he thought he may be straight. “They are going to be so upset when I tell them; they may kick me out of the house.” At this he started crying again so I cuddled him some more.

When he settled again I told him that I was not able to help him today but that I would get someone who could. He nodded and I went to the door and pressed the call button. When our ‘maid’ knocked I opened it and whispered to her that we needed to swap me for the youngest true girl that was available to bring a virgin into the real world. She nodded and I closed the door and went back to him. I told him that he should make his own life and that there would be a lovely young lady who will replace me and give him the experience he needed. I also told him that I was sure there would be a girl for him in the future and that he would make a wonderful, caring, husband. There was a knock on the door and I opened it and let Celestina into the room. I left them to it and went back to my room. Celestina told me, at breakfast on Sunday, that he had been a lovely person and was also very much in need of some proper loving. She said that it was another two hours before he dragged himself out of the room and she was sure that his fathers’ lifestyle was no longer an option.

I got another couple of blow jobs in before Saturday evening, one while the guy was spreadeagled on the iron bedstead with a penis gag firmly in place. The other was my friendly judge and we discussed the effect of hot coffee on ones groin and the nursing treatment needed to relieve the pain. Later, in my room, my tablet buzzed and I saw that I had just the one customer for the evening, a lady who wanted me to be dressed in a certain way, as per a photo she had sent by email, and to call myself Yvette. She was due in an hour so, about twenty minutes later I went down to Jean to see what I would look like. I had a matching bra and panty set on under my robe and Jean made me up, referring to a photo. I was then dressed in a simple light pink twin set and a black pencil skirt with three inch heels. Finally I was given a blonde wig that was firmly attached to my own hair. When I looked in the mirror I nearly fainted as I saw my own Aunt Yvette looking back at me. I looked at the photo and my blood ran cold as it was a picture I had seen before, a few years ago, on my Aunts sideboard when I cleared out her room in the nursing home after she had passed away.

This was going to be an interesting evening and I calmed myself so that I could greet the lady with a smile. When she came in from the waiting room she looked at me and the blood left her face. I had to sit her on the little seat for a little while and then could take her up to the bedroom we had been allocated. She sat on the bed and told me to sit on a chair while she got herself sorted. She told me that, in nearly thirty years, she had been in many rooms like this, with many girls who were given the same picture to work with, but she had never seen someone who got everything right. She got quite emotional and I went and sat beside her to comfort her. Two weepers in one day, what was I doing here, acting as a puta or a psychiatrist? After a while she lifted her face to me and I gave her a gentle kiss and told her that I would be her Yvette tonight.

She shuddered and said that I even sounded like her. I asked her why she was looking for Yvette and she told me that it was because Yvette was her true love but died a long time ago. We got more amorous and slowly stripped. I really took my time tonight and it was after about an hour of kissing, cuddling and a bit of licking before she was naked and laying on the bed. As I kissed her body, from her lips to my final destination, I examined her closely. I saw that she had two puckered scars on her chest and another on her stomach and my mind was in a whirl as I worked on her with my tongue. She had shuddered with an orgasm a couple of times before I told her I was putting on ‘Mr Happy’ and slid a condom on my stiff member. I still took my time to kiss her body back up to her lips and, as we kissed deeply, I entered her.

I was slow and gentle and, by the time she finally climaxed, she was calling out my name and telling me how much she loved me. I stayed in her as I had not climaxed myself and she told me that I was wonderful. I slowly started to move again and her eyes shot open and she just whispered “Oh, yes please” so I took her to another orgasm which we arrived at in unison. After taking my weight off her, I lay facing away from her and took off the condom, then pulled my panties up again. I lay on my back beside her and held her hand and she started weeping softly. I cuddled her and told her that everything was going to be all right. She told me that her friend had spent time with me last week and had recommended me. Her friend said to tell me that she had followed my advice and that her husband had come back to the fold again. She then said, in a strong voice “What do you do on Sunday?” I told her that we all had breakfast together and that we opened at 2 pm to stay open to 2 am in the morning. “So I could have you all day if I pay for twelve hours?” she asked, and I had to say that this would assure her of my company. She then told me to be ready out the front at ten and to expect to be brought back at ten in the evening. I thought that this was one very rich lady and I also knew I was going to have to get to the bottom of the mystery, so readily agreed. We kissed and dressed and kissed again when the ‘maid’ answered the call to take her downstairs. “See you in the morning, my love” she whispered as she left.

I gave her five minutes and then went down to the security room and knocked on the wall. When Brutus let me in I went to see Pavlina to ask her just who I had been with. She told me that the lady was Portia and was the owner of a big security company in Madrid which specialised in computer security and that she was very rich. “So rich, she paid for the rest of your night as well as twelve hours tomorrow and a tip. Well done, girl. Just don’t cross her as I have been told she can look after herself.” I went back up to my own room and undressed, showered and got a nightie on before laying in the bed, in the dark, trying to get my head around the situation. I fell asleep with just the one question in my mind – what happened to put my Aunt into a wheelchair and leave three bullet scars on Portias’ body?

Marianne G 2020