Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 12:20:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Rita Opal <rita@molard.vancouver.bc.ca>
Subject: TG: Rita's TV Friend

  This story has a TRANSGENDER theme, and is a sequel to "Rita's
  Transition"; it describes how the TS Rita and her partner Jan,
  help a former colleague of Rita's who is worried by his cross-
  dressing desires.

  He discovers that he really doesn't have anything to worry about,
  and the two women discover that they can have a great deal of fun
  with a man who has special interests.




                             THE SEQUEL
                          RITA'S TV FRIEND



  My life with Jan continued its happy course. Our love for one
  another grew, and its expression physically was a very important
  part of our life together; we usually made love in a mood of
  quiet enjoyment of our devotion to one another, but on occasion
  things were more passionate. From time to time we also played
  games -- they added spice to our relationship.

  We were basically very happy with the way things were; things had
  started out very differently, but the changes in ourselves had
  brought us closer together. Mine was the most dramatic, as I had
  progressed from being a heterosexual male, normal except for a
  fetishistic interest in female clothing, to a physically impotent
  male, who was female in his fantasy world, finally to a
  transsexual woman, delighted by her femininity and retaining a
  strong fascination for the exquisite charms of female clothing.
  But Jan had kept pace with me in her own development: she was
  happily accepting of my foibles as a male, then loving, caring
  and turned on herself with her participation in my fantasy world,
  then finally recognising a lesbian side to herself as she
  welcomed me with open arms to join her and her sisters in the
  world of women.

  Late one evening we were somewhat more exuberant than usual, and
  enjoying ourselves with a large double-prong vibrator that had
  caught our attention in one of the love shops. It was an
  exhilarating experience for both of us, and I thrilled as Jan
  pushed down on me and I felt the tingling sensation extend right
  into the depths of my vagina. I was carried away by my ecstasy,
  and whispered repeatedly "Fuck me, my love, fuck me." I
  remembered the evening, some months previously, when with Jan's
  encouragement, I had lost my virginity to her nephew Peter. I had
  become passionate then, and once in a while I relived my pleasant
  memories of the occasion. We saw Peter from time to time; he now
  had a steady girlfriend, and they were very much infatuated with
  one another -- when I thought of her, I sometimes felt envious of
  the experiences she undoubtedly had.

  When we had come back to earth, and were snuggled together in our
  large bed, Jan smiled at me and asked "There isn't something you
  feel you are missing, is there?" "No," I replied, "but once in a
  while I still think of that evening. It was nice." "Not at all
  nostalgic?" she asked. "Not really," I said. "I'm so in love with
  you, and so satisfied with you, that I can't imagine anything
  better." She kissed me fondly. "I'm happy the way things are,
  too," she said. "I think that when you finally found yourself,
  and knew what you really wanted, something similar happened to
  me. I just can't imagine anything better than sharing my love
  life with another woman."

  But some old memories had been disturbed for both of us. After a
  long pause, she asked "Would you mind if I asked you something?"
  "No, my love, of course not." "It's just an idea that I get once
  in while," she said. "I found myself truly when I watched you
  progress into womanhood, and I felt your happiness in your
  acceptance of yourself as a woman; it made me feel the same way.
  I became aware of a sense of happiness in being female. Part of
  it was an acute awareness of the distinctions between us and
  males, and I think now and then about the fact that most males
  and females exert an attraction on one another. I certainly felt
  that attraction once, and when I remember it, I think about the
  way it was expressed. It was a very exciting experience to be
  penetrated fully by a man; if I am honest with myself I think I
  would like it again just once in a while." "I can understand
  that," I said; "you thought it was important enough to make sure
  I didn't miss out. So?" "What if we could arrange for a replay
  somehow?" She hugged me. "It might even be fun to do it
  together." I was intrigued, and must have looked somewhat taken
  aback, so she hastened to reassure me. "All I mean is that the
  physical act would be fun; I'm sure it would push us closer
  together than ever, just like your evening with Peter." She had
  prodded my memory now; "It would be rather nice," I said, "but
  who with?" "That's the tricky part," she said." "I suppose we
  could just hire someone, but that doesn't appeal to me at all."

  We lay side by side, still happy with one another, but I am
  certain that Jan's train of thought was following exactly the
  same track as mine. I was thinking that it might be exciting, for
  a rare change of pace, to feel the thrust of a large rigid cock.
  I was a woman, and had experienced penetration to the depths of
  my vagina; I thought that to refresh that memory would confirm my
  female nature yet again.

  I was at home alone the next morning; Jan had gone out, and was
  doing some catching up on chores -- she told me not to expect her
  back before the afternoon. The phone rang; I picked it up and
  said hello. "Is that, er Rita?" said a male voice, somewhat
  hesitantly. "Yes." The voice was vaguely familiar. "This is Len,"
  it said; "I don't know if you remember me; I started work at the
  university about four years ago." Then I remembered: just before
  my early retirement he had joined the department. We had worked
  together for one term, and got on very well together. He was
  somewhat shy, and always seemed as if he had something worrying
  him. "Yes, I remember," I said. "But there's been a bit of a
  change in me, and I'm not too much like the person you remember."
  "I heard about that," he said, "and I'm actually calling about a
  problem I have; it might be you could help me." He sounded quite
  worried, and I wondered what sort of problem he had. "In a way
  it's related to what happened to you," he said, after a pause;
  "the fact is I'm really getting a bit desperate, and I would like
  to talk to you." I began to have some suspicions then: "You could
  come round right now," I said. "My partner is out for the rest of
  the morning, and we will be quite private." "Thank you very
  much."

  I got some coffee going, and in a few minutes the doorbell rang.
  Len looked much as I remembered him, if anything with more
  worries than usual. "You're Rita?" he said hesitantly. "Yes," I
  said. "Come on in. Would you like a cup of coffee?" He looked at
  me in some amazement. "I'm glad I was able to track you down," he
  said; "there's no way I would recognize you. You look beautiful."
  "Thanks," I smiled. "I finally realised what really made me
  happy, and followed my inclinations. Some people have a bit of
  trouble dealing with it, but I made the right choice, and I've no
  regrets."

  We sat in an awkward silence for a minute or two, and Len was
  obviously trying to overcome his shyness, and figure out how
  exactly to say what was on his mind. I decided to help get things
  going: "You said your problem was related somehow to what
  happened to me; are you a transsexual too?" "No," he said
  quickly. "At least I don't think I am. But what I want to do is
  related in a way. I don't know how to deal with it quite, and I'm
  getting a bit desperate; I just thought that you might have been
  through a similar situation." "Well," I said, "I have been
  through a few phases. The longest one was just being a happily
  married male -- with a bit of a difference -- I had a fascination
  for women's clothes. I might still be happy that way now if I
  hadn't had the prostate problem; that pushed me a little bit, and
  I found I liked the path I was on and went on to the end."

  He was staring at me with a rather odd look. What I had said
  apparently encouraged him and he took the plunge. "You were
  fascinated by women's clothing?" "Yes." "Me too," he said. "I get
  turned on by pictures, by displays in stores, and just by seeing
  women walk by in the street. Some times I get utterly preoccupied
  and I can't get my mind to dwell on anything else. Then the
  compulsion comes: I want desperately to wear those clothes
  myself. Do you think I am a transsexual?" "Not necessarily," I
  told him. "There are actually a lot of men with similar desires;
  in their spare time they put on women's clothing, and enjoy the
  way they feel. That's all. Very few of them really want to be
  women; most of them are quite happy being men most of the time."

  "I guess I am too," he said. "You don't feel deep down inside
  that you are really a woman?" "No. Most of the time I am quite
  happy with the way I am, and I couldn't imagine myself doing what
  you did. No offence." "None taken; I'm happy too, and I know my
  path isn't for everyone. But in that case I don't see what the
  problem is." "Well, I'm happy most of the time, as I said; but
  then I get this overwhelming urge -- I don't know what to do." I
  was a bit mystified at this: "That's just about where I was for
  much of my adult life. I simply followed the urge; I did what I
  felt like doing, and was quite happy. Of course I was very
  fortunate in my partner; Jan was very understanding, and so it
  became a source of pleasure rather than a problem. As I recall
  you aren't married?" "No," he said. "I've had a few girl friends
  over the years, and got on very well with them." "But you didn't
  tell any of them about this part of yourself?" "No. I would have
  been afraid of how they would react." "Probably wise," I said,
  though there are women who are very understanding, and even find
  it a stimulus to them. But I was always shy with girls; until Jan
  came along I assumed I would always be alone -- I enjoyed myself
  with my wardrobe, and had some intense orgasms all by myself."

  He looked somewhat taken aback at this. "I've never done that,"
  he said. "What?" "No. It seemed wrong, and I would have felt so
  embarrassed buying the things I wanted." Now I was the one to be
  taken aback: "But there are catalogs; you can always be 'buying a
  present for your girlfriend' -- in fact there are a few stores
  that cater exclusively to male cross dressers." "I know," he
  said; "I just couldn't work up the courage. But this thing is
  getting to me more and more. I just have to do something,
  otherwise I'll go crazy. In my desperation, I thought of you. You
  seemed to be a fairly normal guy like me, and I knew you quite
  well. Then you became a woman. I still don't understand all the
  factors that go into doing something like that, but I thought to
  myself 'there's a guy like me, and at some point he must have
  started wearing women's clothes.' Then it came to me that I could
  ask you about it, and maybe you could help me sort myself out."

  "Of course. I'd be happy to," I said. I really felt empathy with
  the poor guy; I knew exactly how he felt, and the magnitude of
  the drive that was in control of him, but I couldn't imagine
  living life with such an urge and resisting it. He seemed very
  relieved at my response, and relaxed a little. "Thanks," he said.
  "I don't think I could stand it much longer, the way things are
  now." My heart went out to him; he was a 'sister' and had very
  similar drives to those I had as a male; but he had never been
  able to satisfy them, and had never had the good fortune that I
  had been blessed with.

  "We must try and get some relief on the way," I said. "You should
  follow your urge, and try the experience. I can get some things
  for you, if you like; I don't know quite what you want to do, but
  I would also be happy to help you along. Maybe you would like to
  be able to visit here and relax with your things; I'll talk to
  Jan." He seemed worried by that, so I reassured him: "Jan is one
  of the good people; she would be very happy to help you herself.
  And she is also the kind of wonderful person who would leave us
  to ourselves if she thought you would be more at ease. We'll work
  something out. Give me your phone number, and I'll call you this
  evening." He cheered up considerably, and we chatted about old
  times for a while. As he was leaving he said "It's funny how I
  react to you. You're a woman, good looking, no doubt about that,
  but I find myself relating to you much the same as I did when we
  were working together." "That's great," I said. "I am a woman
  alright, and some of the people I used to know can't deal with
  that. But in many respects I'm the same person." "Yes," he said;
  "I'm relating to the person like I used to, and I'm not
  embarrassed by the fact that you are a woman; in a strange way it
  makes it easier to talk about something like this."

  There was a moment of awkwardness when he couldn't make up his
  mind whether to shake my hand or not; impulsively I kissed him on
  the cheek. "I'm a woman," I said, and smiled sweetly. He grinned.

  When Jan came back I told her about my visitor, and his problem.
  "The poor man!" she said. "Are you going to help him?" "Yes," I
  said, "for sure. Apart from my feminine compassion, I see him as
  a 'sister' in a way. The question is what exactly he wants to do,
  and how to organise it. I think the best thing would be for me to
  ask him round for a quiet session; he'll be very nervous, and it
  might get quite intense." "Sometimes I think you're very sweet,"
  Jan said; "that's why I love you so much. You should probably get
  him round as soon as possible, and I'll keep out of the way."
  "You're pretty sweet yourself," I said. Then a thought struck
  her. "But you better be careful," she winked at me. "He's a
  handsome young man -- we know what that might lead to."

  I gave Len a call that evening; I told him that Jan had to be
  away most of the next day, and suggested that he come round early
  in the afternoon. He sounded very relieved and agreed. "I'm not
  sure exactly what you want to do," I said; "I have piles of
  clothes that I would be happy to let you try." "Thanks. I think
  that's what I have to do," he said. "We can talk about the whole
  thing too," I added; "I do have a lot of experience which is very
  relevant, and hopefully I can be some help." He seemed very
  grateful as he said goodbye.

  Jan was a good sport the next day, and went off as promised,
  leaving me alone. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen,
  but I thought I was likely to be pushed into the combined role of
  counsellor, clothing consultant and maybe even maid. I felt very
  sympathetic towards poor Len, and still couldn't understand why
  he hadn't simply followed his desires, as I had done many years
  before. It struck me that his call to me was a good choice; I had
  experience with female clothing, and presumably an extensive
  wardrobe, and I had experience as a male with an interest in
  female clothing. As a female I would spare him the embarrassment
  of divulging his secret desires to another male, but as a former
  male I would presumably be able to deal more easily with specific
  male reactions to cross dressing. I thought wryly that I might be
  ideally qualified as a consultant for male cross-dressers. But in
  the back of my mind was a worry; I knew that the effect of cross
  dressing was likely to be a massive turnon -- in my early days it
  inevitably led to masturbation -- and I wasn't sure how I would
  deal with Len if he got sexually excited. I hoped that wouldn't
  be a problem for me or him.

  I also worried about how to present myself; I wanted make the
  most of my femininity as always, but I didn't want to do anything
  that might cause problems for Len. Being too feminine might upset
  him, but going too far the other way could also cause
  difficulties. I settled for a simple dress, professional looking,
  and I wore beige stockings. Underneath I had an open bottom
  girdle and separate bra, both white,and I wore a black slip to go
  with my dark dress. I wondered about panties, and finally chose a
  dark lacy pair. It probably didn't matter about my lingerie, but
  I wasn't sure exactly what the session would involve, and I
  thought that I just might want to show some of it to Len in my
  role as consultant.

  Len finally arrived looking somewhat apprehensive. We sat down
  with a cup of coffee and I tried to get him more at ease. "I
  think we should talk about this first," I said; "then I'll be
  happy to help you try anything you fancy." "Thanks," he said.
  "That's absolutely wonderful of you. I'm feeling a bit nervous
  about it, but the compulsion is driving so hard I can't think of
  anything else." "I know how it is," I told him; "I've been there
  too. Fortunately I was usually able to just give in to it, and I
  finally realised that I was having a lot of fun -- it didn't
  concern anyone else, and it wasn't really a problem." He didn't
  look completely convinced. "The first thing I need to know is
  what specific things you are into: do you want to wear long
  flowing dresses, filmy nightgowns or petticoats? Or is it really
  lingerie that appeals to you?" There was a reaction to 'lingerie'
  that made me think I had struck a chord, and Len looked a little
  sheepish. "Don't feel embarrassed," I said; "I told you I've been
  there. I was an apparently normal man, and I had an urge --
  sometimes it was quite desperate -- to wear women's underwear. I
  spent a lot of my evenings and nights wearing it."

  "Well," said Len, "I really want to wear just about anything that
  women wear. But there are some kinds of underwear that really do
  something to me; sometimes I can't think about anything else."
  "What kinds?" He swallowed, and then said: "Things that don't
  seem to be so much in fashion these days. I've always been
  interested in looking at pictures of women's underwear, and I
  even looked at some books in the library; then I started trying
  to find old copies of magazines like Vogue -- what interested me
  were some of the ads." I smiled at him, and took his hand for a
  moment. "Take it easy," I said. "I'm beginning to think that we
  might have a lot more in common than you think. Can you tell me
  what things appeal to you specifically?" "Well," he started, and
  then trailed off. "Would you like me to ask you questions?" He
  grinned sheepishly and said "Yes, that might be easier." "Please
  relax," I said; "you just have some interests that are a little
  unusual, but they are by no means unknown. I think they are very
  close to the ones I had. Whatever they are, it's fun to explore
  the interest and try things on. It's nobody else's concern, and
  it will make you feel a lot better."

  "So," I continued: "let's talk about women's underwear. I'll tell
  you how things were with me, and we might find that we really do
  have a lot in common. I did have the advantage of developing my
  interests in the 50s, and there have been some changes -- but
  don't worry: there's still a demand for just about everything,
  and things can still be found. I seemed to be particularly
  attracted to things that were completely and utterly different
  from anything a man might wear. A lot of difference between male
  and female clothing has to do with relatively minor differences
  in styling, like the difference between shirts and blouses.
  There's much more difference in colours and textures, but we
  still think of the basic distinction in terms of pants as opposed
  to skirts. The fact is that women wear pants quite often, though,
  and men wear bathrobes. For me the real items of interest were
  those that seemed to symbolise the difference in the two genders;
  some feminine things seemed secret and forbidden in a sense
  because they were exclusive to an utterly non-male world -- there
  was a real thrill in entering into that world, and certain
  garments seemed to be the epitome of the secret world of
  femininity.

  "Sheer nylon stockings were part of that world; the feet and legs
  were visible, but I knew they extended right to the thighs of the
  wearer. She also wore a corset or girdle, to constrain her
  figure, but it also had suspenders attached to it to support the
  stockings. That was a powerful image for me, and I desperately
  wanted it to be my image. I looked at all the pictures I could
  find too, and I still remember one magazine with pin-up pictures
  -- it might be more accurate to call them skirts-up pictures --
  one of them had the caption 'wisps of stockings, firmly gripped
  by pink suspenders'." Len was breathing fairly heavily now, and I
  knew my guess was right on target. "That's it exactly," he
  whispered. "Welcome to the club," I said, and smiled. He grinned
  wryly at that and seemed to be relieved.

  "It's not a problem," I said. "I would be happy to help you try
  on some of those things, and I know what a wonderful experience
  it is. It is a bit overwhelming though." "I've just got to try
  them," he said. "I know, believe me," I responded. "Do you want
  me to leave you to yourself for a while, or would you like me to
  help you? I could be your lady's maid if you like." He smiled
  again. "You are being very kind and helpful. And you have
  incredible empathy; I think I'll be a bit embarrassed, but I
  would like you to be there."

  I knew that Len was going to be massively turned on, and I wasn't
  at all sure how to handle it. I thought that it might be best to
  be completely matter-of-fact about the whole thing. "I know
  exactly where you're at," I said, "and once again for the record
  I've been there. I am now a woman, but I enjoy all the nice
  things I used to as a male. That means I understand what you
  want, and I have some idea about what can be done about it; I've
  had a lot of experience of women's clothing on both sides of the
  gender boundary and I think the best way for us to interact is if
  you think of me as a consultant. I don't have any problems with
  what you want to do, in fact I wanted exactly the same; so I'm
  simply available to help you in a matter I know something about."
  "I don't know how to thank you," he said. "You're being wonderful
  about this."

  "Practical things first," I said, in my role as assistant:
  "there's the question of sizes, which can be a bit tricky.
  Fortunately it looks as though we are very similar in build, and
  I think some of my things will fit you nicely." He gave me an
  approving glance, and smiled weakly. "Then there's a somewhat
  more delicate matter," I went on: "for me, women's garments, and
  certain things in particular, were a massive turnon; even if I
  didn't help the process along, my sessions inevitably finished up
  with ejaculation. I'm sure the same thing will happen to you.
  It's nothing to worry about -- it's certainly nothing to feel
  embarrassed or ashamed about -- in fact it's part of the fun. But
  there are some practical consequences; I found it most helpful to
  wear a condom, and put it on before I started." Poor Len seemed a
  bit overwhelmed at this turn of the discussion, but he nodded.
  "Let's start this way," I said: "you can go into the bathroom and
  prepare, and I'll give you a pair of panties to start off with.
  I'll give you a robe too; then you can start to get the pleasant
  feeling of soft feminine clothing. When you come back, you'll be
  'decent' and hopefully it won't be difficult for either of us."

  "Thanks," he whispered; "I'm a bit overwhelmed, but that does
  seem best." "I'm simply your consultant," I said, "and I do have
  some experience. I know what's going to happen to you. The
  problem for me is how I deal with it." There was a question in
  his look at me. "I know what male bodies are like," I said, "and
  I know how they react. I can take that in my stride as part of
  the process. But I am a woman now and I may not be completely
  immune to the effects of male excitement. Don't worry about it;
  we'll deal with that if it happens."

  I went to the bedroom and found a nice silky pair of black
  panties in the drawer; they had lacy panels and trim. I
  remembered that there was still a package of condoms somewhere in
  the bathroom cupboard, and I got one of those. I also took a
  silky voluminous pink peignoir from the closet and went back to
  Len. "Here are the essential things to start with," I said. "Why
  don't you go into the bathroom and put them on? Take your time,
  relax, and enjoy the feeling. In the meantime I'll look out some
  things for you to wear later on." He took the robe and panties,
  and the little package, and went into the bathroom. I went back
  to the bedroom to select some items for Len's initiation; I knew
  exactly what would be best, and I thought happily about my early
  experiences with the same things.

  I took a corselette; it was black, with a front zipper and six
  suspenders. There were power net sections, and also sleek satin
  panels, and the bra cups were lacy; it had hooks up the front,
  almost from the hem, to pull it together, and the bra section
  also had finer hooks at the front between the cups; the zipper
  came up right to the neckline of the bra, giving a smooth
  appearance, and firmly covering the hook and eye fastening. It
  was a delight to wear, and I remembered my nights as a male
  feeling the firm but gentle constraint over my whole torso. I
  still had the same reaction, as a woman, and it was my favourite
  style of foundation. There were some breast forms in one of the
  drawers -- it seemed I never got rid of anything -- and they were
  quite nicely shaped to fill out the C cups. Since the basic motif
  was to be black, I found a nice pair of sheer nylon stockings
  that would match exactly. I didn't know how far Len would want to
  go, or how far he would be able to go, but I picked out a slip
  also. It was black, nicely shaped with lace trim around the hem
  and top. I carried the selection -- Len's trousseau -- into the
  guest bedroom, and went back to the living room to wait for him.

  He finally appeared, looking very sheepish and to be honest not
  remotely resembling a vision of loveliness. But my heart went out
  to him as memories of myself in similar circumstances came
  flooding back; I smiled at him. "You look nice; does it feel
  good?" He returned my smile. "It's wonderful," he said. "It's so
  good to finally be able to do this; I've been thinking about what
  it would be like for so long." "Let's go into the other room," I
  suggested. "It's nice and comfortable there, and there will be a
  bit more sense of privacy." He followed me in, and I closed the
  door; the room did look pleasant with the subdued lighting. Len
  saw the things on the bed and gasped. "I picked out some nice
  things for you. I think you'll like them -- I know I did very
  much. I have to be honest with you, too; I still do -- it's one
  of the delights of being a woman for me."

  "Let's get started," I said. "There's no cause for any
  embarrassment in the situation. The way I see it there's a simple
  commonplace relationship between us. You are a man, and like some
  other men, have an interest in certain items of female clothing;
  you want to wear these garments. As far as I am concerned your
  wishes are quite natural and understandable, and I am here to
  assist you. I'm going to play the role of your corsetiere, and my
  task is to make sure that your foundation garments are to your
  taste and fit properly." Len reacted to the word 'corsetiere' but
  he nodded. "Yes, that's what I want." "From my experience," I
  told him, "men find that the proportions of women's garments
  aren't quite right for them. One of the problems is that the
  ratio of hip size to waist size is larger in women. This can make
  getting a good fit for a girdle quite difficult; it has to be
  snug around the hips, and pull you in, but if it does that then
  the waist will be far too restricting -- that can get really
  uncomfortable. This is a corselette, a combination bra and
  girdle; I have found that they work very well in the way they
  accommodate to body shape. They eliminate the problems with a
  midriff bulge in between a bra and girdle too. This particular
  one has six suspenders; I always recommend that. It makes sure
  that the stockings are held firmly and evenly, and the girdle
  portion is held nicely in position as well."

  Len appeared to be overwhelmed again, and I wondered if I hadn't
  overdone my corsetiere role; I was beginning to enjoy it
  immensely. "Try the corselette," I said; "You'll have to slip off
  your robe to get into it." He took off the robe and braced
  himself as I unzippered the corselette and opened it up for him
  to step into. Once his feet were through the hem, I slid it
  carefully up his body; I stood behind him and eased the sides up.
  He realised what was required next and slipped his arms through
  the shoulder straps; I slid them onto his shoulders, pulling the
  garment up over his body, and patted the back and sides to make
  sure they were right. Then I came round in front of him. "The
  hooks aren't too difficult," I said, "but I'll show you how they
  go." I fastened the hooks, working up from the bottom; they
  weren't too tight, but I did have to stretch the material, and I
  could see that he was being pulled in nicely. "You'll need
  these," I said next, "to get the right shape and feel, and you'll
  find the fit is much more satisfactory." I quickly popped the
  breast forms into the bra cups, and then carefully did up the
  front hooks. Finally, I slid the zipper all the way up, and
  looked at the result. Below his neck, he did present an
  acceptably feminine appearance: from the lacy cups enclosing his
  prominent bust down over the smooth satin material to the
  dangling suspenders the image was impressive. The lacy panties
  showed below the hem of the corselette, and I realised there was
  an ominous bulge there.

  I ignored it. "You can put the robe on again," I said. "You'll
  probably find that most comfortable. I'll help you with the
  stockings in a moment, but you might like to try walking and
  sitting down, just to get the feel of the corselette. He put the
  robe on, and he took a glance at himself in the mirror; then he
  did walk to and fro over the plush carpet. "It's fantastic," he
  said softly, clearly very close to being overcome. I had some
  strange emotions myself, knowing exactly what his feelings were,
  and sharing them vicariously. "It really is quite a good fit," I
  observed, trying to steer the situation back to normality. "I
  find corselettes very suitable myself, and I enjoy wearing them;
  I thought it would be a good choice to recommend." Len tried to
  appear nonchalant too and said: "It does fit nicely; it's firm
  and snug -- and it gives me a wonderful contained feeling."
  "That's exactly what I want from a good foundation," I said. "If
  you sit on the edge of the bed, we can try the stockings. He sat
  there, and lifted his right foot for me to ease the filmy nylon
  on to it. I eased the stocking up to his knee; "You'll have to
  stand up for a moment," I said. "The suspenders can be a bit
  tricky, especially at the back; I'll show you." He stood
  dutifully, and I stretched the stocking up to his mid thigh; I
  kneeled behind him and carefully attached the back suspender.

  "I find it's best to get the other leg started next," I said.
  "Maybe you can just lift your left foot and let me get the
  stocking on." He lifted his foot, hypnotised, and I eased the
  stocking on; I worked it carefully up his leg too, and fastened
  the suspender at the back. "You could probably manage the
  others," I said, "but I'll do them this time and make sure that
  everything's just right." I kneeled down in front of him and
  carefully fastened the suspenders. I did each side in turn, and
  then the ones in front. It's a wonderful little ritual, and for
  me it embodies the essence of dressing as a woman and always
  induces a feeling of femininity; I felt the thrill, as always,
  doing this utterly feminine task. "There," I said, "everything's
  nicely fastened, and the stockings look just beautiful." Len
  obviously enjoyed the experience, but I noticed him looking down
  at me; I realised that my skirt had ridden up, and the tops of my
  stockings and my front suspenders were clearly displayed." "I'm
  afraid that wasn't too ladylike," I smiled, "but you see that I
  practice what I preach." He smiled at me, and did seem to be a
  little more relaxed.

  "Try walking now," I said. "You'll find it's a pleasant feeling.
  There's a nice tug from the suspenders, and they give a little as
  your legs move. I find the whole effect very comforting." He did
  walk over to the door, and then back again, and then he looked at
  me. "It's wonderful. I just can't get over how fantastic the
  feeling is." "I know," I said. "Enjoy it. Sit back and relax; you
  might find it nice to lie on the bed and just wallow in the
  feeling. I like it just as much; those nice things really make me
  feel feminine."

  He lay on the bed, his head propped up by the high pillow. He was
  obviously engulfed by the experience, and moved his legs slowly,
  obviously feeling the way the gentle constraints adjusted
  themselves to his position. He ran his hands over his body
  feeling the texture of the material, and let them finally rest
  lightly on his thighs; he moved his fingers slowly, touching the
  suspenders.

  "I imagine that you would like to relax like that for a while," I
  said finally. "Do you want me to leave you to yourself? Or do you
  want to talk? I do have some other things you could try if you
  like." "Please stay," he said. "It's an intense experience, and I
  don't know what more I could want. I'd just like to stay and
  enjoy it, and I'd like your company too. You've been so kind and
  helpful, and I think you have made it much easier for me." "I
  can't get over the fact that you never tried this before," I
  said. "It may be the first time, but I'm certain it won't be the
  last. Would you like to chat a bit?" "Yes," he replied. "It's a
  wonderful feeling, and I don't think I could describe it, but
  when I try and stand back mentally and look at what is happening
  as a phenomenon, it doesn't seem explainable." "A lot of human
  behaviour is like that," I said. "I don't think it can be
  explained. We have likes and dislikes, in clothing and even sex,
  just like everything else. Some people want to moralise, but I
  don't think morality enters into it. Nobody else is being hurt by
  our choice of clothing. I remember the first time I tried on a
  girdle and stockings; it was a very powerful experience, and it
  still influences me as a woman -- I guess some people would find
  that hard to explain. For me it was the beginning of a logical
  sequence, though I didn't recognise it for a long time; I did
  like to think of myself as feminine, and that was really why the
  clothes turned me on." "I haven't tried to analyse myself," said
  Len. "All I can say is that I have had a compulsion to wear
  things like this for as long as I can remember. Now I finally
  have the chance to do so, it feels fantastic; I suppose that
  feeling might be 'feminine' in some way, but I'm not really sure
  what that means."

  I thought about that for a while. "It's completely subjective," I
  said. "It's really making a statement about how you see yourself.
  It does tie in to the question of gender, as opposed to sex,
  which is a physical characteristic. As a transsexual, the
  question of gender became of overwhelming importance to me, and I
  wanted others to accept me in the way I felt about myself. A lot
  of other people in 'gender' space, the majority in fact, get some
  sort of thrill out of gender-bending, but they don't have the
  innate sense of belonging to the 'opposite' gender. A lot of men
  like that do like to feel 'feminine' on occasion." A thought
  struck me; "Would you like to try a simple experiment?" I asked.
  "Well, sure," he said looking puzzled. "It relates the way I
  think about myself," I said. "That evolved over the years, and
  there were some ideas that I reacted to. It may not be of any
  great significance, but I'll see how you react."

  I paused for a moment to consider my spiel, and Len looked at me
  quizzically. "You have always been strongly moved by the image of
  foundation garments, stockings and suspenders," I said. "It isn't
  just the sight that excites you, you actually want to wear them
  yourself. They are particularly feminine items, and you obviously
  have a desire for feminine things, as I do. Someone who has such
  a strong desire for feminine things shows some definite traits of
  femininity, and it wouldn't be incorrect to describe them as
  feminine. To me the feelings you are enjoying now are the
  feelings of femininity. You are feminine. You have joined the
  company of females: girls, ladies, women, even princesses --
  choose your own favourite word. You are enjoying your femininity,
  wearing delicious feminine things and visiting our feminine
  world. I'm very happy to have you join us; I am a woman, I belong
  here now, and I am happy to welcome you, because deep inside you
  are one of us too. I think you are a very nice girl; you look
  nice in your feminine girly clothes, and you're enjoying them
  just like me. We both are enjoying our femininity in this
  exclusively female space: what could be more feminine than trying
  on a new girdle and stockings?. You really are a girl now; while
  you are here, as a girl, you really ought to have a nice feminine
  name, a girl's name: I think Linda would be a very nice. I'm
  going to call you Linda when you wear those nice femmy clothes."

  Len was now listening to me with bated breath; I smiled at him
  and noticed that there was a massive bulge in his panties. "You
  look very nice, Linda," I said. "I think your beautiful stockings
  make your legs look smooth and very shapely. Did you enjoy it
  when I fastened your suspenders, Linda? Do you feel the nice tug
  on your stockings, Linda?" Len gasped, then he shivered, and
  finally lay back moaning; the stretched surface of his panties
  heaved up and down driven by the powerful spasms of what they
  contained. He obviously responded to some of the same triggers
  that had set me going in the past.

  I let him enjoy his release for a while in peace. Then I resumed
  my professional role. "That was a perfectly natural response; it
  used to happen to me every time I got dressed. There's something
  incredibly exciting about gender bending, and I can relate
  perfectly to your reactions. They seem to be similar to mine; the
  clothes are exciting and stimulating, but the association with
  femininity is also a part of it." He finally had calmed down, and
  smiled at me. "It must be," he said. "That was fantastic; I have
  never come like that." "I understand," I said; "I'm repeating
  myself, but I know exactly how you feel. Welcome to the club." He
  smiled and seemed to be finally at ease. "I played a dirty trick
  on you there," I said; "I used all the loaded words I could think
  of. I wanted to check if you would respond just like I used to."
  "I responded alright," he admitted wryly. "OK," I said; "the key
  point is that it feels good and it does no harm to anyone else.
  So enjoy!" He smiled and said "I think that might very well come
  to be my philosophy." I was curious about another point, so I
  asked: "How do you feel now?" "Just nice and relaxed," he
  replied. "The intense pressure has gone, and now I just want to
  relax and enjoy a whole lot of new tactile sensations." "You
  don't want to take things off yet?" I asked. "No," he replied;
  "this is really very pleasant, and without the compulsive drive I
  just feel good -- it's calming and relaxing."

  "Len," I said, "that's very interesting. "You are a classic case
  of a male fetishistic cross-dresser (if you want to be
  technical); that's exactly what I was. But there's something else
  going on. In the classic cases, men are aroused by feminine
  garments, they achieve a climax, then the demon is laid to rest
  and they can't wait to change back to their male selves. You seem
  to be happy and relaxed, still wearing a corselette and
  suspendered stockings, after a male climax; that's the next stage
  down the road -- it might be correct to call you transgendered."
  "What does that mean?" "Simply that there's more going on than
  the effect of a simple fetish -- you seem to have some kind of
  affinity for the opposite gender and its accoutrements." "Does
  that mean that one day I'll decide to follow your example?" "Not
  at all. It's always a possible outcome, and it can happen quite
  late in life, but most transgendered people live happily without
  a full transition and changes to their body." He seemed at bit
  relieved to hear that, and lay back completely relaxed.

  After a long silence, he spoke again. "I must thank you. This has
  been a fantastic experience, and I still haven't really come down
  to earth. I appreciate your help more than I can say, and I think
  you have helped me to understand things a little better. It
  doesn't seem terrible any more; it really is fun, as you said,
  and I think you have moved some road blocks I had in my head."
  "That makes me feel good too," I said. "I thought I recognised
  you as a 'sister' -- forgive the expression -- I guessed right
  and I'm sure you'll be back for more." "I'm afraid I will," he
  said smiling happily; "I'm completely hooked now; my compulsion
  led me to a very nice place to be. In fact I'm quite happy to
  call myself a 'sister'."

  I left him to relax, and enjoy the sensations. Eventually he got
  up and carefully took off the clothes and got himself back to
  'normal' in drab mode. He knew as I did that 'normal' would never
  be the same again. After some casual chat, he left, evidently
  completely relaxed and at ease.

  When Jan came back later, I told her about the events of the
  afternoon. "He is well and truly right where I was," I said. "I
  got him into a corselette and stockings, and he was turned on
  like a searchlight. We chatted about things for a while, and then
  I thought I'd try a test. I started talking about what he was
  wearing, pushing him into a feminine space, and using all the
  femmy words I could think of. Then I called him a nice girl, and
  said he needed a nice name, so I started calling him Linda. At
  that point he exploded. After he had relaxed, I asked him if he
  wanted to take the things off; he didn't. The whole thing got me
  into quite a strange space; it could have been me twenty years
  ago, and it brought back a lot of memories." "Very interesting,"
  said Jan; "what happens next?" "I don't know. But he's got the
  taste now, and he'll obviously want to pursue the interest. The
  thing is that it's more than a CD fetish; his reaction to the
  feminine identification makes me think he's transgendered to some
  degree." "I wonder how far that will lead," Jan said. "Who knows?
  I don't think he's TS, certainly not yet. He has had some girl
  friends after all -- in that respect he differs from me."

  "I wonder what else he might be into," said Jan suddenly. "What
  do you mean?" "Oh, things like being dominated; maybe having two
  women help him would be even better for him." I began to have
  some suspicions: "What are you getting at now? Are you suggesting
  you would like to join our little girdlefest?" "It might be fun,"
  she said, winking at me. "As you know I don't have any problems
  at all with males who wear girdles; they get very nicely
  aroused." "And ...?" "For the moment he's obviously male in his
  response, and that does give him the ability to do something we
  might appreciate on special occasions." "What a nasty mind you
  have," I said, teasing her. "The poor guy has a real drive, and
  it was becoming a problem; I was just trying to help him." "I
  know," she said, "and I honestly think that was very sweet of
  you. But what if he liked the idea of meeting both of us? What if
  he did feel the urge to make love to a woman when he got turned
  on?"

  "Jan, my sweetheart," I said, "I'm beginning to get turned on by
  the whole thing myself, and you know I'd like to make love to a
  woman, too." "Guess what?" she replied, "I think I would, as
  well." "I'll keep my girdle and stockings on, then; I wouldn't
  want to disappoint you." I smirked. "Of course, Rita my love,"
  she said; "I wouldn't want you otherwise."

  The next day Len called. "Hi, Rita," he said. "I want to thank
  you for helping me to sort things out. The afternoon was utterly
  fantastic; I think I have got my act together now, and I have had
  a happy time looking through the catalogs. There are also some
  very interesting things on the web." "You're very welcome," I
  said. "You really took me back; every moment I was thinking this
  could have been me, twenty years ago." "That's interesting," he
  said; "I still don't see myself following the path you did. The
  whole thing is a massive turnon, and I obviously responded when
  you did the feminine identification, but I still seem to be
  turned on by girls, too. That makes me pretty mixed up; I'm not
  quite sure where I'm at." "You could try to find out," I told
  him. "Doing the experiments could be a lot of fun." He laughed.
  "I guess so," he said. "It's still a little mixed up. There's no
  doubt I like to wear girdles and stockings; but girls turn me on
  too. Would they like me to wear girdles and stockings?" "There
  are some that would," I said. "The problem is finding them." "If
  I could, that would be about as close to heaven as I could get,"
  he said. "How do women react to males wearing feminine clothing?"
  "There are all possible reactions," I said. "Some are revolted;
  some would just accept it as a harmless matter of personal
  comfort; some would actually like it, and even encourage it.
  There are those that like to dominate and would get their kicks
  from requiring it and forcing their male lovers into female
  clothing." "You're kidding?" he said. "No." I replied. "The
  dominatrix image is a feature of our culture. Look at the
  personal ads in the paper. They are the pros, of course, but it
  isn't unknown among amateurs."

  There was silence on the line for a while. "That idea does
  something to me," he said eventually. "The fact is I have always
  had a response to the idea of enforced feminisation. I get quite
  turned on when I read some of the stories in Greek mythology. The
  tale of Hercules in the service of Omphale really gets to me."
  "That's quite a common phenomenon," I said. "I remember that
  particular story produced a little squirming in my groin back in
  the old days." "I don't know what's happening to me," he said. "I
  really appreciate the way you let me unload like this. But you
  tell me things that just get to me." "You squirm too?" "Yes, I
  do." "Well," I said, "where do you go from here?" "I guess I have
  to find someone who would be interested in playing along with
  me." "Linda," I said, "I must confess that I find some of the
  things we are talking about quite exciting. I'm a woman; you know
  that, but you have been relating to me as the person you knew
  before, just adding the factor that I was also a cross-dresser. I
  certainly share some of your interests, but I also would like
  once in a while to have some fun with a male. My partner, Jan, is
  a very understanding woman, and she might find your interests and
  mine quite compatible with some of hers. It just might be that
  the three of us could have a very interesting time together."
  There was a long silence. Then a in very subdued voice he said "I
  think I would like to try that."

  When I told Jan about Len's call, she was very interested indeed.
  "I'm excited by the idea already," she said. "You like the idea
  of a threesome?" "Yes, I think I do, under these circumstances.
  When you had your little affair with Peter, it had quite a
  strange effect on me. I really did think it would be a good
  experience for you, and then we both got into worrying about
  dealing with Peter's little problem; but while I was away that
  weekend, I kept thinking about what was happening. I finally
  realised that I wanted to be there too, and I got quite excited
  at the thought." "To throw your own words back at you, you appear
  to have hidden depths, too, Jan my love." I said. "Maybe we
  should start answering some swingers' ads." "No," she said, "that
  has never appealed to me. What appeals to me is you, and if you
  have some innocent involvement with someone else, then I want to
  be involved too, simply because of my love for you. There also
  seems to be an attraction for people who are neophytes in some
  way; Peter had never had a girl at all -- Len has, I suppose, but
  he has this nice TV side to him, which he hasn't properly sorted
  out yet."

  "So there are three people with various ideas about what they
  might like to do for some sexual fun," I said; "How do they set
  things up?. I'm not sure things like that are just going to
  happen, but we can't very well sit down together to plan and
  negotiate." I was being facetious, but Jan immediately said "Why
  not?" "You really think we should get together and write a
  scenario?" "Something like that," she said. "Look, we are all
  adults, and we all have certain things that turn us on; if there
  are combinations that are mutually agreeable, then everyone has a
  good time. Let's ask Len round to talk about it." I wasn't
  completely convinced, but Jan had obviously got into one of her
  enthusiastic organising moods; to be fair, I thought to myself,
  it did work out fairly well the last time. "Alright then, I'll
  give Len a call," I said. "But this time it will be me that is
  hesitant and awkward." Jan winked at me.

  Later that day I gave Len a call. "Hi, Len. It's Rita." He seemed
  very happy to hear my voice: "Hi, Rita. What can I do for you?"
  "I'm not quite sure," I said; "I don't really know quite how to
  put it." "Oh?" "Jan and I have been chatting about what you told
  me the other day. Well, the fact is that she seems to be very
  interested in exploring some of your ideas." He didn't seem at
  all bothered: "That's wonderful," he said. "You don't feel
  awkward about it?" I asked. "No, not any more. Things were so
  good the other day, and I started thinking about what you said --
  I mean about doing things if they were fun and didn't hurt anyone
  else. It even made me think of some other things that might be
  fun." "That makes me feel a bit better about it," I said, not
  completely convinced. "Jan seems to like the idea of joining in,
  the next time, and she also might have some ideas about how to
  improve things." "I like the sound of that!" he said. "Well, if
  you do, then the only real problem is the classic one: who does
  what to whom." I was trying to be nonchalant, and Len laughed.
  "We could sit down together and work that out," he said. "I guess
  we could. That's more or less Jan's idea too; it does seem a
  little cold-blooded to me." "We're consenting adults," he said;
  "why not?" "I suppose there isn't any reason why not," I said,
  still a little dubious. "Maybe you could come round after dinner
  this evening, just to talk about it." "Thanks. I will."

  Jan was delighted to hear the outcome of my call to Len, and her
  happy anticipation was evident all through dinner. Later on, Len
  arrived, and the three of us sat down with glasses of wine in the
  living room. I wasn't sure how the topic of interest would get
  started, and sat back in appropriately demure fashion; Jan was of
  course in the gung-ho state she gets into when she has a
  'project' that interests her. Len seemed much more laid-back than
  he had been on our previous meeting, and had chatted happily with
  Jan as we settled down. Jan decided to open the meeting. "From
  what Rita has told me, Len" she said, it seems that all three of
  us have some quite specific ideas about how people can have some
  innocent enjoyment together. All of us seem to be apart from the
  mainstream in one way or another, and it looks to me as though we
  do have some interests in common." "I think we do," said Len.
  "Well," said Jan, "it would be a great idea to work something out
  that makes us all happy. Rita doesn't seem too keen about the
  idea of 'cold-blooded planning', and she has a point because we
  are dealing with things that turn us on sexually -- they can have
  a very profound effect on us, but sometimes we're not at ease
  discussing them." "A week ago, I would have felt that way," said
  Len, "but Rita was very helpful to me, and in the process I came
  to realise that if one enjoys something, one should do it and
  enjoy it to the full. I would feel quite embarrassed to talk
  about what turns me on to somebody who just wouldn't understand,
  but if they actually share my interests I don't think I would be
  inhibited at all." "You really wouldn't mind talking with Jan
  about what happened the other day?" I said. "No," he replied.
  "She knows about it; I know she knows about it, and I also know
  that she's empathetic." "Good for you," I said; "I don't think I
  would have been able to do that; are you seriously suggesting
  that we might sit here and make a list of what we like, and what
  we would be prepared to do?" "It seems to be the logical way to
  do things," he said. "I don't see why we shouldn't either," put
  in Jan. "Would it really bother you, Rita?" "I suppose not," I
  said; "in any case I seem to be outnumbered."

  "Why don't we each make a little comment about ourselves?" said
  Jan. "Then it may be fairly clear what we like, and what we are
  looking for." "Sure," said Len. I wasn't too happy with the idea,
  but I agreed. "Maybe I should go first," Jan said, "just to get
  us started." Len was happy with that, and I decided it might be
  interesting to hear what the other two had to say.

  "I'm a woman," Jan said smiling. "I suppose I was very normal for
  most of my life; I was heterosexual, and got married to a very
  nice man. He turned out to have some unusual interests, but I'll
  let Rita say more about that. I found that these interests
  weren't off-putting at all, and they enhanced our relationship.
  As the years went by I became more and more attracted to
  femininity in my partner, and I finally realised that I had
  become completely lesbian in my attitude. What I relish now is a
  loving relationship with another woman. I think we are both
  'feminine'; there isn't an extreme butch/femme dichotomy. But
  it's fair to say that insofar as a distinction can be made, I
  like a partner that is very feminine, and I am happy to be the
  active rather than the passive one of the pair. The history of my
  relationship with my partner has led me to empathise with males
  who show feminine characteristics and take an interest in
  feminine things, even to the point where I find they turn me on.
  My lesbian relationship with another woman is immensely
  satisfying, and what I ultimately desire; but on odd occasions I
  do remember my sex life with my husband, and think that it would
  be fun to do some of the things we did together -- just as a
  change of pace."

  "That puts me on the spot," I said; "I better go next. Jan's
  story does have a lot to do with mine, so she has actually given
  a tantalising preview." She smiled at me sweetly, and I
  continued. "Like Jan, I am a woman. But it wasn't always that
  way; I am a transsexual woman. I was her husband for many years,
  and though I was heterosexual -- as a male -- I was very fond of
  feminine things. I liked to wear feminine clothing, and had a
  particular fondness for girdles and stockings. I might still be
  just the same, but prostate surgery left me unable to perform as
  a male, and in dealing with that frustration I found myself
  yearning for more and more feminine things; I started to identify
  myself as female, and eventually it made sense to become female
  in my body as well. One of the wonderful things that happened to
  us as a couple is that Jan gradually changed in step with me; she
  changed her orientation, and we remained partners. I see myself
  as very much a woman now, but I am not a very 'normal' woman;
  apart from being basically lesbian in my orientation, I am still
  profoundly influenced by female clothing. It is as much a thrill
  as it ever was, and I find it very sexy. I have had one sexual
  experience with a male, and my reaction is much the same as Jan's
  -- my basic desire is for a relationship with another woman, but
  I remember that one experience and from time to time I think it
  would be fun to do something like that again."

  "That's very interesting, Rita," said Len. "It helps me to
  understand your empathy and the way you helped me with my little
  initiation a couple of days ago. So, it's my turn now. I
  represent the visible minority, ladies: I am a man. I am
  heterosexual, and I have had close relationships with some
  special girl friends. But I am not 'normal' either; deep down
  inside me, for as long as I can remember I have had an urge to
  wear female clothing. The urge became focussed on girdles and
  stockings, my only experience so far, but I think I would enjoy
  going much further. Rita rung a bell the other day when she was
  helping me get dressed for the first time, and it became clear
  that I do have a deep-seated desire to be feminine in some way. I
  find pictures of women in the garments that appeal to me
  extremely exciting, and my first response is a desire to dress
  myself the same way. Now I have had that experience, and have
  realised that I can easily repeat it, I think I would find it
  exciting to be in the company of women dressed just the way I am.
  I think I would respond to them as a male, since my basic urge to
  wear their clothes would be satisfied. It's hard to describe
  exactly, but being feminised is a turnon, and as I told Rita,
  being a male among females, but being compelled to dress like
  them and be their companion is a very appealing idea."

  "A lot of what you say is very similar to the way Rita was," said
  Jan. "But it's interesting that you like the idea of being a male
  in a group of women. Do you think that you would be sexually
  interested in the women then?" "I'm certain I would," he replied.
  "Even if you had been 'feminised'?" "Oh, yes." "And you would be
  able to have sex with them, dressed just as they were?" "Yes. I
  think the idea of making love to a woman when she and I were both
  dressed identically is my ultimate fantasy." "And the domination
  aspect?" "It's there; I respond to it. But extreme domination and
  subjugation just doesn't appeal to me. The 'feminisation' that
  appeals to me would be even more exciting though, if it were
  required by a woman. Maybe even if it was enforced, but there's a
  fine line there. The point is I like it; I wouldn't need to be
  forced too hard." He smiled.

  "We're obviously not your typical random sample of three people,"
  I said; "so where do we go from here?" "Well," Jan remarked, "it
  seems to me that there is some degree of compatibility between
  us; it's worth exploring, isn't it?" "I don't really like the
  idea of making a check-list," I said; "A likes x to be done, B
  likes to do x, therefore A and B should get together." "But they
  obviously should," said Len. "It would be great for both of them.
  It seems a lot more reasonable than people meeting at random, and
  then discovering after some unfortunate dates that they don't
  really suit one another." "Well, I suppose so," I said, "But we
  can't very well sit down together and write a scenario." "I don't
  really see why not," Jan said. "Even if nothing comes of it, it
  might be great fun to think about one." Len in his new
  uninhibited state seemed to be in agreement with Jan, and when I
  thought about it, I couldn't really come up with a serious
  objection.

  "OK, you win, and you're both right of course," I said. "Here's
  my suggestion: we enact a modern day version of Hercules and
  Omphale. Clearly Len has to play the Hercules role; he finds
  himself a captive of the queen, and she decides to tame his macho
  spirit by dressing him in feminine attire, and requiring him to
  spend his time with the handmaidens of her court; he has to join
  them in their daily feminine tasks, and he is rebuked like the
  others when his work isn't satisfactory." Len knew the reference
  of course, and looked very interested; Jan was a little more
  vague on classical mythology, but she seemed to like the idea.
  "So who plays the queen?" she asked. "Oh you of course," I said.
  "I am obviously one of the poor handmaidens, dressed in
  restrictive clothing and forced to do feminine tasks; I am one of
  the women whom poor Hercules is forced to join. We live similar
  lives, we wear exactly the same clothing, and we live in fear of
  harsh words from our mistress. She, the queen Omphale, is a
  strict mistress; she makes rigid rules about the clothing of her
  handmaidens, and makes sure they are always occupied with tasks
  appropriate for subservient women. On occasion she does reward
  them; in spite of her treatment of Hercules, she has a soft spot
  for him, and even makes love with him. Just in passing, it's
  actually recorded that she bore him several children; I would
  suggest that we don't follow the original story line exactly."
  "So I have to be a mistress and require subservience," said Jan.
  "And I can reward my handmaidens by taking them to bed with me?"
  "That's roughly the plot," I said. "Of course in the modern
  setting, she might not be a queen; she could be a stern
  proprietress of a lingerie emporium, employing models who rely on
  her favour to retain their jobs." "I like it," said Jan; "you're
  very clever, Rita. But why would poor Hercules be working for
  her?" "Oh, I don't know. She must have some hold over him; maybe
  he's a former lover still infatuated with her, and she is
  punishing him for some transgression." Jan seemed to like the
  idea of being a dominatrix, and having her pleasure with the male
  member of the cast certainly had its appeal; Len looked quite
  taken, and of course it was he who had reminded me of the
  classical reference.

  I hadn't been completely serious, but obviously the idea really
  appealed to the others; the more I thought about it, the more it
  appealed to me. The simple fact was that it did cover several of
  the requirements. "What about costumes?" asked Jan. "As I see it,
  that's completely up to you," I said. "You're the boss. You can
  wear whatever you think might be appropriate. We have to wear
  whatever you require us to wear. In order to subjugate Hercules,
  he must obviously be required to wear the most fussy, frilly,
  feminine things possible; I have to wear the identical garments
  in order to underline his feminisation." "It really is a
  fantastic idea," Jan said. "What do you think, Len?" He was
  almost lost for words, but he nodded, and finally said "I like
  it; it's my fantasy come true."

  All of us, myself included, seemed to be quite excited by the
  scenario and we agreed to have our first run through it on the
  following Friday evening. Len took his departure, and I was
  struck by the way his mein and outlook had changed since our
  first meeting. I remarked on it to Jan as we were preparing for
  bed. "Len seems to be quite uninhibited now about his interests."
  "Yes," said Jan, "it's hard to reconcile him with the person you
  told me about. I find it refreshing; people seem to get such
  ridiculous hangups about sexual matters, and I even see it in
  myself. What he enjoys doing would be considered weird, shameful
  or maybe even perverted by many people; but when he's with people
  he knows are empathetic, and even interested themselves, he seems
  to be completely open about it." "I could never do that," I said.
  "It did come to be a marvellous part of the interaction with you,
  but I think some of the appeal was because it was 'our secret'.
  Of course I found that dealing with people who were completely
  accepting, like those supplying items I was interested in wasn't
  a problem -- that was a natural business relationship."

  Wearing our soft feminine nightgowns we snuggled up to one
  another in the big bed. "I don't really know why I wasn't
  enthusiastic at first," I said. "It does make sense for people to
  plan their activities, just like vacations. I'm beginning to
  think that this 'trip' may be a lot of fun." "It will, Rita my
  love," said Jan, and she kissed me. "It's obviously a natural
  story line for Len and me," I said; "but I'm not sure about
  casting you as a dominatrix -- you're too nice a person." "Just
  watch me!" she said. "Actually to play the role, not too
  seriously, does get me excited." "So what about your costume?" "I
  was thinking a sexy satin corset would be appropriate," she said.
  "Tightly laced, and with the hem surrounded by frilly
  suspenders." "What?" She winked at me: "Well, I must give the
  right impression," she said, "and I think it will be worth the
  discomfort to see the effect on you and Len." "Just thinking
  about it has an effect on me." I nestled close to her, and we
  started a mutual exploration of our female pleasure centres. The
  result was inevitable.

  Friday was still a couple of days away, and Jan and I spent some
  time thinking about costumes. We needed matching outfits for Len
  and myself, and fortunately I had sufficient supplies that it was
  not a problem. Jan had to go shopping for her particular
  requirements; there was a boutique in town that catered to
  various special tastes, and she came back looking very pleased.
  "What did you get?" I asked her, overcome with curiosity. "That's
  my surprise," she said. "You'll find out on Friday." She had a
  'project' again, and she was very interested in the preparations.

  On Friday afternoon we did a final check of the wardrobe, and
  thought through some of the 'logistics'. "I think I have to
  present myself in my regalia right from the start," Jan said.
  "But I am not sure how you and Len fit into the plot. Obviously
  part of it will involve getting Len dressed properly, but I'm not
  sure about you, or how both of you make your entrance." "I think
  that I have to be 'dressed properly' too," I said. "The whole
  point is that Len, a male, is treated exactly the way I am; that
  underlines his feminisation. The question is how we start out."
  "He could start as a male, just arrived so to speak, and part of
  the process would be to remove all signs of masculinity -- but
  what about you?" "I suppose I should be 'decent'," I said; "maybe
  a nightdress, or a robe. Or we could start out completely naked
  to underline the difference between us, then gradually be made to
  adopt identical outfits." "Do you think that Len would go for
  that? How about you?" "I think it would be alright, given the
  situation. I suppose that Len might be sufficiently overcome to
  get excited, but ignoring that would be part of his
  transformation." "I don't think I could ignore it for too long,"
  said Jan, smiling happily at me; "It's what I want to have for
  myself before the end of the drama." "Of course," I said; "that's
  the real object of the whole charade." "Now don't be envious, my
  sweet little handmaiden," Jan said. "Remember that I shall reward
  those who happen to please me. In your case there are several
  possibilities: I might be gracious enough to invite you to my
  bed, or I might think it entertaining to require Len to service
  you, while I watched the performance." "I would just have to
  submit dutifully, in either case," I said. We were having fun
  thinking about our new game, but I felt a strange thrill inside
  me.

  We had arranged to have an early dinner out with Len, and met him
  at a nearby restaurant. We had a pleasant meal together, and the
  conversation was casual; as if by mutual consent we avoided any
  topic which might relate to the evening ahead of us. We didn't
  rush the meal, but none of us had any desire to linger, and we
  made our way back home. Jan ushered Len and I into the large
  guest bedroom.

  "Just let me say something before we start," she said. "We are
  consenting adults, and we simply plan to have some fun. I shall
  be playing a role, and if things don't work out, then we can
  always try some other game. But in my role, I am in command, and
  both of you are required to obey my instructions." "Yes,
  mistress," I said, and Len dutifully echoed my words. "It's meant
  to be fun," Jan said; "we shall be playing a game, and I hope
  that I am sensitive enough to give you orders that will agree
  with what you really want yourselves." "That's understood," said
  Len, and I nodded agreement. "So I need to prepare myself," Jan
  said. "Handmaiden Rita: I shall need your assistance in my
  boudoir. Len: we shall start by considering the situation in
  which you find yourself, a man, in my establishment. While we are
  away, please remove your male clothing; you must present yourself
  to us completely undressed when we return." Len looked a little
  startled by his first order, but started immediately to remove
  his shirt. "Come with me, Rita." said Jan, and I followed her
  into our bedroom.

  She started to undress then. "I shall need help with the corset,"
  she said, smiling. "And I don't want to single Len out -- I think
  you should be completely undressed too." She couldn't maintain
  her imperious character, and added: "You don't mind, do you."
  "No," I said. "But having been there once, I have some sympathy
  with Len." "I hope he isn't going to anticipate his cue," said
  Jan, "but I suppose we could work that into the plot. There's a
  minor point of protocol, too; in public displays, models normally
  wear panties under the items that they show. The effect is much
  more aesthetic, but it does present problems for calls of nature,
  and when there are other reasons for wanting easy access to
  intimate areas." I grinned. "That's a classic CD problem," I
  said. "even with my wealth of experience, I don't think I have
  resolved it yet. Of course if one wears panties underneath, then
  an interesting ritual is required for their removal." "I shall
  bear that in mind," said Jan smiling at me.

  We had both removed our clothes now, and Jan put on a pair of
  silky black form-fitting panties. Then she opened her package and
  took out the corset. It was magnificent; it was bright red satin,
  with lace trim, and had eight wide frilly suspenders dangling
  from the bottom. She clutched it round herself, and pushed her
  breasts up with the half cups; the mounds above her nipples with
  their deep cleavage were prominently displayed. I set to work
  pulling her in, and lacing up the back; it was a very unfamiliar
  task, but when I had finished it was obvious that the corset fit
  her well and moulded her figure to perfection. She took a pair of
  black stockings, and I helped her smooth them up her legs to her
  thighs. "My suspenders, Rita," she said imperiously. "I want them
  even and carefully spaced so that my stockings are held neatly."
  I kneeled down in front of her, naked, and started my delightful
  task. Each of the eight little tabs was carefully placed before I
  slid the metal loop over it. I adjusted each suspender carefully,
  so that the tensions were carefully matched and the tops of her
  stockings were level. I was finally satisfied, and stood up to
  look at the result. She seemed pleased too, and graced me with a
  smile. "You look devastating," I said. "You have given me some
  new ideas, too." She put on a matching red negligee; it was full
  length, and could be wrapped round her completely, but as she
  stood it was open at the front to reveal the sublime picture
  beneath. She put on a pair of black pumps with three inch spike
  heels, and then said "I'm ready, now. We should go and deal with
  Len."

  Len gaped at the vision of Jan as we returned. He must have
  noticed my nakedness, but it obviously didn't make as strong an
  impression. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and so far
  didn't show any signs of excitement. "I'm ready to deal with you
  now," Jan said to Len. "My handmaiden Rita assisted me in
  preparing myself, and it's very clear that I need another girl to
  assist me here. You were a male, but you have entered our
  feminine space, and it will be necessary to make you as feminine
  as possible to serve my purposes. I plan to eliminate all
  vestiges of your masculinity and make you into a girl; as a girl
  you will fit into the routine here. You will be called Linda."
  'Linda' was obviously responding to Jan's words and his penis
  started to show signs of life. Jan looked pointedly at it and
  said "You are to be a girl, Linda. You and Rita will share the
  feminine duties of my establishment; I plan to have both of you
  dressed in a suitable manner. I notice that you do have one
  unusual feature for a girl, and we shall make sure that it is
  well hidden by silky feminine lingerie while you perform your
  duties. I shall remember it is there, and if it pleases me, I may
  require you to let me make use of it as I see fit."

  Linda, as I shall call her now, began to show more signs of
  excitement, and an almost erect penis protruded from her groin.
  "That must be covered up immediately," said Jan. "Please get
  Linda's panties, Rita, and assist her with them." Matching
  panties for Linda and myself had been laid out; they were bright
  pink, with lacy tops and layers of ruffled nylon. I picked up one
  pair and Linda extended her feet. I kneeled on the floor and
  slipped them over her feet and eased them up her legs. She stood
  up then, and I careful pulled them right up to her waist; there
  was a noticeable bulge in the front, but Linda didn't seem too
  upset by it. "I think it is appropriate for both of you girls to
  be dressed exactly the same," said Jan. "I want everything to be
  properly arranged, and that will be done best if you assist one
  another in turn. Linda will be a little unfamiliar with her new
  clothes until we have her properly trained, so you must help her,
  Rita. She can then learn her feminine tasks by assisting you. I
  shall require you both to be dressed suitably for your situation
  here, and proper girdles are essential for your appearance.
  Linda: please get Rita's panties and assist her with them." Linda
  walked to the dresser, and returned with the matching pair of
  panties. She kneeled and held them for me to step into. As I did
  that, she pulled them up by the waistband until they fitted snug
  round my waist. She seemed a little awkward, but did not appear
  to be too embarrassed by the proceedings. "You will obviously
  need bras to wear with your girdles," said Jan. "All the clothing
  has been laid out for you; get Linda's bra, Rita, and show her
  how to wear it." There were two bras on the dresser, black with
  lacy cups. The bands were deep enough to require four hooks at
  the back, and had satin panels at the sides. I noticed that one
  of them had breast form inserts, and took it over to Linda. "Lean
  forward, and hold your arms out, Linda," instructed Jan. I looped
  the straps over Linda's arms, and pulled the band round her back;
  I fastened the hooks, and then arranged the straps over her
  shoulders. Finally, I tugged down around her midriff to make sure
  that the bra fit snugly. Linda now displayed a well proportioned
  feminine bosom. Jan watched with approval. "That fits you nicely,
  Linda," she said, "and you look much more feminine with those
  nice breasts. You can get Rita's bra now, and help her with
  fitting it properly -- take great care with the cups, as she is
  well endowed." Linda took the other bra and slid the straps over
  my outstretched arms; she watched with evident interest as I
  leaned forward to allow my breasts to fall into the cups. I set
  the straps in place on my shoulders and left her to struggle with
  the back fastening. She finally got the hooks done up properly
  and then she followed my example, and smoothed the band down; as
  she did so, her hands briefly brushed my breasts, and I felt a
  twinge of excitement as my nipples responded by stiffening and
  pressing against the lacy cups. I was beginning to enjoy the
  game, and I had no doubt that Linda was. Jan noticed my reaction
  and smiled sweetly at me.

  "Now the girdles," said Jan. "They are firm, and will control
  your figures properly; get Linda's, Rita, and make sure it is
  properly fitted." There were two matching girdles ready; they
  were black, with moderately high waists, made with powernet and
  satin panels. They had a front fastening, three quarter length,
  with a zipper fitting tidily over the hooks and eyes underneath.
  There was a narrow lace trim round the hems, and six delicate
  suspenders dangled from each one. I undid the zipper on one of
  them and opened the girdle; Linda stepped in to it, and I stood
  behind her to pull it up over her hips. When the waistband was in
  place, I kneeled in front of her and fastened the hooks one by
  one. She was pulled in very firmly as I did this, and I stood up
  to slide the zipper up her tummy; the elastic material was
  stretched tight round her hips, and I heard a quiet gasp. I also
  noticed that there was a prominent bulge in the panties below the
  hem of the girdle. "That looks much better, Linda," said Jan.
  "You will make a very pretty girl; girdles are very helpful in
  giving a feminine appearance. Now would you get Rita's girdle and
  assist her." Linda walked over to the dresser, her hips swaying
  slightly as she obviously enjoyed the sensations created by her
  tight girdle; she took the other girdle and followed my example
  quite diligently. She opened it up to allow me to step into it;
  she eased it up over my hips and derriere; she made sure the
  waistband was properly located. She then kneeled as I had done,
  and fastened the hooks -- she seemed more adept at the task now -
  - then she stood and slid the zipper up. I felt myself pulled in
  too, pleasantly contained, and felt the satisfaction that always
  came with a good foundation garment.

  "Stockings next," said Jan: "they are sheer, so be very careful
  with them. I decided that fully fashioned hosiery would look best
  with your outfits, so you will have to make sure that the seams
  are straight. Rita: help Linda with her stockings and
  suspenders." "Seams!" I thought to myself; I realised then that
  Jan had dreamed up some surprises unknown to me, and I wondered
  what else might be in store. I rolled one of Linda's stockings
  very carefully and eased it onto her right foot. I kneeled again,
  behind her, and smoothed it gently up her leg; it took a little
  work to twist the material here and there to make sure that the
  seam was straight. Eventually it ran directly up the back of her
  leg to the dark band of stocking top around her thigh. I tugged
  the back suspender down and fastened it; it lined up beautifully
  with the seam of the stocking. I adjusted the suspender to
  shorten it, pulling the stocking up straight and smooth. I rolled
  the other stocking, and Linda lifted her left foot; I put the
  stocking on her, and arranged it just like the other one, finally
  attaching the suspender and adjusting it. From behind Linda now
  presented a picture of femininity, worthy of a 1950 Vogue hosiery
  ad. I attached each of the side suspenders next, then adjusted
  them to smooth the stockings and pull down just the right amount
  on the hem of her girdle. Finally I kneeled in front of her, and
  attached the two front suspenders; when I had them adjusted
  properly Linda's stocking tops were nicely level. The stockings
  were stretched smoothly over her legs, and looked delicious; I
  brushed my hands over them. "They're lovely stockings, Linda," I
  said; "they really do wonders for a girl's legs, and I'm sure
  they feel good. I can't wait to have mine." Jan looked at me with
  approval. "You shall, Rita," she said; "get Rita's stockings,
  Linda. You really do look nice, as she says; you'll find the
  experience of walking in them very pleasant." Linda obviously
  did; she took her time walking over to the dresser, obviously
  feeling the motion of her suspenders; she smoothed her legs too,
  and felt round the stocking tops for a moment.

  Now it was my turn, and I thrilled in anticipation. Putting on
  stockings is a delightful task, but I had never had anyone do it
  for me; I thought that would be quite exciting, especially as
  Linda's inexperience would add interest and lengthen the process.
  Linda kneeled by my side, and rolled one of the stockings just as
  I had done. I stretched out my right foot, and she slid the
  stocking on to it. The fashioned foot fit perfectly, and I
  enjoyed the delicious tactile experience as Linda gingerly worked
  the stocking up my leg. It was finally up to my mid-thigh, but
  she had to do a lot of smoothing and twisting before the seam was
  straight. Her caressing touch on my legs combined with the feel
  of the sheer nylon had an effect on me, and I realised that I was
  getting excited myself. Satisfied eventually, she tugged at my
  back suspender, and I felt the gentle pull on my girdle; she had
  the suspender attached quite quickly. She rolled the other
  stocking, and the whole delicious experience was repeated on my
  left leg. Linda was quickly gaining expertise, and she stretched
  out the side suspenders in turn and attached them, then kneeled
  in front of me to fix the ones in front. I looked down at her
  while she was busy at her task, savouring the gradual increase in
  tension on my girdle; I saw her front suspenders stretched tight
  across her thighs, pulling the hem of her girdle up slightly to
  reveal even more of her pink frilly panties. I noticed that they
  were smooth in front, without any obvious bulge; presumably her
  excitement had given way to her preoccupation with her task. When
  she had finished, she stood by my side, looking expectantly at
  Jan.

  "You make a beautiful pair of girls," Jan said. "The lingerie is
  so beautiful and feminine, and it suits you both. It almost seems
  a pity to cover it up. Maybe we can do some lingerie modelling
  another day, but today I want to make sure your regular outfits
  are suitable. Rita, would you go to the closet and bring the
  dresses you'll find hanging there." I was burning with curiosity
  and hurried to the closet. There I found two matching maid's
  uniforms; they were black dresses, with white lace collars and
  trim on the sleeves; the skirts were very full, and several
  layers of white ruffled petticoat formed an underlayer. I took
  them both, and the skirts fluffed out in front of me as I carried
  them to the bed and laid them out. "They look beautiful, don't
  they?" Jan said. "I can't wait to see my two maids wearing their
  lovely feminine outfits. Rita: help Linda with her dress." Linda
  looked in awe at the layers of petticoat while I lifted them up
  at the back. She held out her arms and bowed her head, and I
  slipped the skirt over her; she found the sleeves, and I pulled
  the dress down over her bosom. It settled more or less in
  position, and I patted it down and then did up the buttons in the
  front. She stood there overwhelmed, with her skirt fluffed out by
  the petticoat layers; a ruffle of white showed around her hem,
  contrasting with the dark sheer nylon of her stockings. "It does
  suit you, Linda," said Jan. "The effect is very feminine indeed,
  and I think you will fit in to the establishment here. Help Rita
  with her dress now, please. Linda seemed almost in a daze, but
  she got the other dress dutifully and attempted to arrange it for
  me. I helped by pushing my head and arms up through the layers of
  frills and ruffles; I found the sleeves, and soon my head was
  through the collar, and the dress fell down enveloping me. Linda
  brushed at the skirt, as she had seen me do, and then buttoned up
  the front. We were both dressed finally, and we stood before our
  mistress Jan. She looked at us imperiously, resplendent in her
  red satin corset and stockings. "You look smart too, Rita," she
  said. "The idea of matching outfits works very well, and Linda
  looks as though she will fit very well into our feminine life.
  Your shoes are on the floor by the dresser; go over there and put
  them on." They were smart black walking shoes, with narrow heels
  about two inches high. I slipped mine on and held Linda by the
  hand to steady her as she put her feet unsteadily into hers.

  "You may have to practice walking with heels, Linda," Jan said.
  "Try walking across the room and back a few times; walk beside
  her Rita and hold hands." We walked slowly across the room; Linda
  wobbled at first, and I held her hand firmly, but she got the
  knack quite quickly. Soon we were walking backwards and forwards
  quite rapidly. Linda learned to take small dainty steps,
  following my example. "You make a fine pair," said Jan; "it's
  hard to tell you apart. There is one final touch, though; please
  come over to me." We walked hand in hand across to face Jan, and
  she took two lacy caps off the chair beside her. She placed one
  on my head, fixing it with a couple of hairpins; then she fitted
  Linda, taking some trouble to set the cap just right. She used
  several hairpins to make sure that it would stay in position over
  her short hair.

  She got Linda and I to stand back then, and she examined us
  carefully. We had to turn round, so that she could check the
  seams of our stockings. "I am very pleased with your appearance,"
  she said. "It's most suitable; you both look very feminine, and
  are smartly dressed for your tasks. I would like to see you
  curtsey for me, and you should curtsey for me whenever I summon
  you or dismiss you. This may be another little task for Linda to
  learn; maybe you would demonstrate, Rita." Jan was obviously
  enjoying herself, and I thought it best not to laugh and spoil
  the atmosphere. I suspect that Linda knew just as much about
  curtseying as I did. I crossed one leg behind the other, held out
  my skirt at each side, and bent my knees and bobbed my head in a
  quick gesture. "Very good, Rita," said Jan; "Let me see you now,
  Linda." Linda did a clumsy imitation of what I had done, and Jan
  got us both to practice several times before she professed to be
  satisfied.

  "Well girls," Jan said finally, "this has been a good session.
  You are both suitably attired and seem to be ready for my
  requirements. There are no other tasks today, so pleasure awaits
  me now. Linda seems to be adapting herself very well, and will
  fit into our exclusively feminine world quite naturally. You are
  both deliciously feminine, and I find that very attractive; I
  must take my pleasure with both of you in time, but Linda has
  been a specially good girl today, so I would like to reward her
  with my favours. Would you go and lie down on the bed, Linda."
  Linda made her way over to the bed, and I looked at Jan
  quizzically; she winked at me while Linda's back was turned.
  Linda lay down in the centre of the bed, her legs engulfed in a
  mound of petticoat ruffles; she appeared relaxed and was
  evidently enjoying the stimulating effects of her clothing. "I
  need to prepare myself," said Jan. "Rita: help me with my
  suspenders; I no longer need to wear my panties." I kneeled on
  the floor dutifully, surrounded by billowing petticoat, and
  carefully unfastened all eight suspenders. Jan stood imperiously
  waiting, and I realised that she wished me to remove her panties.
  I tugged at them carefully, and pushed my fingers under the hem
  of the corset to catch the waistband; I pulled it down, and
  stretched the panties carefully over the tops of her stockings so
  as not to disturb them. Linda watched these proceedings with
  considerable interest as Jan's vulva came fully into view. "You
  may fasten my suspenders again now, Rita." I did so, taking great
  pains and making sure each of the frilly elastic bands was
  positioned to best effect. When I was finished I stood up and
  curtseyed to Jan, with a smirk on my face. She gave me a
  professional smile and said "Thank you, Rita. Take my robe." I
  did, and folded it carefully on the dresser. I came back and
  curtseyed again dutifully. "You may sit down now." I sat in one
  of the armchairs which faced the bed, and waited with eager
  anticipation.

  Jan walked over to the bed, and sat sideways on the edge facing
  Linda. "You're a beautiful girl, Linda," she said. "I would like
  to have some pleasure with you; I hope that you are prepared.
  Linda nodded, completely overwhelmed by the situation she found
  herself in. Jan reached over and started to caress Linda's
  thighs, through the satin material of her skirt. "That feels
  good," Jan said. "Let's see what we find underneath all these
  petticoats. She pushed up Linda's skirt, and all the layers of
  frills, exposing her stocking tops and suspenders. "Very nice,"
  said Jan, tugging at Linda's suspenders and caressing her thighs.
  She felt the front of Linda's frilly pink panties, and found what
  she was looking for. "We can take these down far enough, without
  disturbing your lovely feminine suspenders," she said, and tugged
  quite hard at the frilly pink nylon. The panties slipped down,
  and she pushed them down against Linda's stocking tops, so that
  her thighs were tied together by layers of pink ruffles wedged
  under the suspenders. A large penis rose from Linda's groin,
  rigid and distended. "That looks very nice," said Jan. "What a
  wonderful thing for a nice feminine girl to have; it looks
  delicious among the lovely pink frills of your panties." Linda
  now knew what to expect, and she lay back in feverish
  anticipation. Jan clambered on the bed, and kneeled astride
  Linda; she sat for a while exposing herself to Linda, a vision in
  her corset with its multiple suspenders. She then eased herself
  over Linda, and slid down letting the engorged penis penetrate to
  the depths of her vagina. She leaned on her elbows, smothered in
  Linda's petticoat frills, and began to pump up and down. It
  didn't last very long; Linda gasped and shook as she came, then
  very soon after Jan gave the cry of delight that I knew so well.
  She collapsed on top of Linda and gave way to her own pleasure; I
  watched her suspendered thighs quiver as her pent-up excitement
  was slowly released.

  I watched with mixed emotions. There's no doubt Linda's
  experience had been even more intense than her previous cross
  dressing episode with me; I knew Jan's responses well, and it was
  certain that she had enjoyed her basic female pleasure. I was
  very happy for her, knowing that I could no longer provide her
  with precisely that service, but I did have some twinges of
  jealousy, and I thought wistfully of the private exclusively
  female love making that we had together. After a long pause, Jan
  extracted herself, and got up from the bed. "That was most
  satisfactory, Linda," she said, still in character. "You may rest
  for a while now. Rita: please come with me to the other bedroom."
  I followed her happily.

  When we were alone Jan dropped her role playing and hugged me.
  "That was a delightful reminder of old times," she said. "You
  really were a sweetheart to let me do it, and I know that we
  shall be even more turned on to one another. I love you, Rita."
  "I love you too, Jan," I said. "It was very interesting to be a
  spectator, and it was turning me on too; I couldn't help wishing
  I was the one in bed with you." "I'm sorry, my love," she said,
  "I'll make it up to you; next time it will be my pleasure to
  watch you and Linda disporting yourselves." She winked at me, and
  I felt a thrill inside. "Don't misunderstand me," I said; "that
  was probably the best way to arrange things, and we obviously
  have to take turns; it isn't clear how the three of us can get
  together." "They tell me the logistics work better with two
  males," Jan said and giggled. "I don't think I would want that,"
  I said. "I don't respond to males really. Peter was a special
  case, and I think Len is too, probably because of the similarity
  in our backgrounds." "I wouldn't want it, either," Jan said;
  "This is a nice game, but it convinces me that what I really want
  is us." She hugged me, and I felt comforted. "I have to concede
  that the corset did add something nice to the experience," she
  said, "But now I must get the damn thing off; please release me."
  "Yes, mistress," I said, "but you must let me try it on; that's
  another thing I was jealous about." We both giggled.

  I untied her laces, and she undid her eight suspenders; she took
  the corset off with a sigh of relief. "I'm just going to make
  myself comfortable," she said. "I assume that Len won't require
  formal dress now." She carefully took off the stockings, and put
  on her regular bra and panties, then she got a print house dress
  from the closet. I took off the maid's uniform; I kept the
  carefully selected lingerie, and put on my slip and dress; I
  liked the girdle. We both put on fluffy slippers and went into
  the living room; I decided it would be a good idea to get some
  coffee going. We both thought it best to leave Len to take his
  time coming back down to earth. He eventually appeared in his
  regular clothes. "No problems undressing?" asked Jan in a matter-
  of-fact tone. "Just the bra," said Len, grinning. "I finally slid
  it round me, and undid the hooks at the front. "That's cheating!"
  I said. "Rita's quite a purist in some things," Jan said; "a lot
  of women do just that." We all laughed happily, and were very
  much relaxed and at ease after our little dramatic effort.

  "I really enjoyed the evening," Len said finally. "The wonderful
  thing for me is not just the satisfying experience, but that I
  feel liberated somehow. I have some special interests unlike
  those of most people, and they are normally hidden -- but I find
  it quite easy and natural to talk about them with you good
  people. I think Rita knows that the whole experience is very
  intense and all-consuming, but it is enjoyable, and there's no
  logical reason why one can't explore it in congenial company."
  "I'm glad," said Jan. "People get such terrible hangups about
  things like this. They often have a sense of guilt and suffer
  anguish even when they do follow their basic desires." "It really
  was fun," I said. "I thought it would be interesting to try in an
  academic sort of way, but even knowing it was just a game, I got
  drawn into it; it turned out to be a very nice game." "Do we play
  again, then?" said Jan. "I'd like to very much," said Len. "Of
  course," I said. "I spent the whole time being a dutiful
  handmaiden, and I didn't get any reward." That made Len look a
  little sheepish, but he smiled. "How about next Friday?" said
  Jan. "That's good for me," said Len. "Shall we meet for dinner as
  we did today?" We agreed. He thanked us both and told us it was
  time for him to leave; Jan and I both gave him sisterly kisses as
  he went on his way.

  Jan and I prepared for bed, and we were soon snuggled up to one
  another as we usually were. "You were showing part of your nature
  that I didn't know existed," I told her; "You might do very well
  as a dominatrix -- there's a big demand for services like that."
  "I was having fun," Jan said, "but it was very hard not to start
  giggling. The only thing that kept me going was looking at the
  bulge in Linda's panties." "You really enjoyed that part of the
  script, didn't you?" "Yes," she said. "It's been a long time
  since I did that, and I wanted to see if it was still the way I
  remembered it." She smiled her beautiful smile at me. "But
  enjoyable as it was, it told me once again what I knew anyway: I
  love you best of all, my sweet little girl." I sunk into her arms
  happily.

  In the week that followed I thought from time to time about what
  was in store for Friday evening, and the anticipation gave me a
  definite thrill. There was a tacit agreement between Jan and I,
  that this was to be my turn; the idea of having sex with a male
  did excite me. I wasn't apprehensive as I had been before the
  episode with Peter, and the situation was going to be very
  different. Jan would be there, and Len would be dressed in
  exactly the same feminine clothing as I was. I wasn't sure
  whether the idea of that appealed to me, but I thought it would
  certainly be interesting to find out. I have to admit too that
  the idea of being required to submit to Jan's requests had an
  appeal. I wondered if she would dream up any new little wrinkles
  to add spice to the game. "Have you thought about costumes for
  the drama on Friday," I asked her. "Not really," she said. "It's
  not obvious what would be the best. I suppose there is a wide
  variety of options, but it really doesn't matter too much which
  ones; there are certain essential requirements like stockings and
  suspenders, and we have to worry about some practical matters
  like accessibility." She winked at me. "It's going to be fun," I
  said. "How are you going to present yourself?" "I've been
  wondering about that," she said. "I suppose I ought to maintain
  the image I created last week, but I'm not sure if I can manage
  that corset again." "But you must!" I said. "It's you, mistress."
  We both giggled, and I suspect she realised that she was
  committed.

  Friday came, and we spent some of the afternoon making
  preparations. Then we went off to meet Len in the restaurant. His
  newfound attitude was clearly in evidence, and he was obviously
  looking forward to the evening with happy anticipation; he was
  quite relaxed though, and we had a pleasant meal as we had done
  just a week earlier. The conversation was general, and once again
  we chose not to discuss our plans for the evening. We finished,
  without lingering too long, and made our way back home.

  "I assume that we follow a similar scenario to last week's," said
  Jan. "It seemed to meet all our requirements, and I think
  everyone was happy with it." "Yes, mistress," I said, and
  curtseyed dutifully. Len laughed: "Yes, please," he said. "I'm
  not quite in character yet, but you can take it that Rita spoke
  for me too." "In that case," Jan said, "I suggest we start out by
  removing our clothes and changing discreetly into robes; then
  we'll start the show. You can change in the guest bedroom, Len,
  there's a robe there for you; Rita and I will join you there." I
  followed Jan into our bedroom, and we undressed quickly. I put on
  a fluffy pink peignoir, and Jan wrapped herself in the red satin
  robe she had worn the previous week. "All the other things are in
  the room," she said. Then she kissed me tenderly: "It's your turn
  tonight, my love; enjoy yourself." We made our way to the guest
  room; Len was sitting there in a fluffy pink peignoir which
  matched mine exactly.

  Jan started without any hesitation: "Linda and Rita: I shall
  require the assistance of both of you in getting myself dressed
  appropriately. But before you can do that you must be presentable
  feminine handmaidens yourselves; so I shall wait in my negligee
  until you are properly dressed. Obviously you must wear matching
  outfits, and I thought it would be suitable for this evening to
  try out different foundations. Rita: there are two basques on the
  dresser; please select Linda's and help her into it. There were
  two basque garments there, and one had breast forms attached to
  it. They were pink with a satin feel to the material, strapless
  with an underwired bra section. They were quite short, made to
  sit with the bottom high on the hips; there was a lacy trim on
  the hem and six long suspenders dangled from each of them. They
  were quite stiff, almost like corsets, and were boned at the
  sides; they fastened up the back with a long set of hooks and
  eyes down the length of the garment. Linda looked in awe at hers
  as I carried it to her. "You will have to remove your negligee,
  Linda," said Jan. Linda did so, and stood before us, a naked
  male, apparently not at all embarrassed by the situation. I
  placed the basque around her torso so that the bra cups sat
  directly over her nipples. "Hold the front against your body,
  Linda," I said, "then I can fasten the back up for you." She
  folded her arms across her waist, holding the basque against her,
  and I went round to her back. I started at the top, and had to
  pull the material quite hard to get the hook and eye to meet. As
  I worked my way down it was evident that Linda was being pulled
  in considerably; the hooks around her waist required even more of
  a pull, and I could see that her shape was being rearranged to
  more feminine proportions.

  When I finished I moved round to her front, pausing to curtsey to
  Jan, and looked at the result. Linda now had a shapely feminine
  figure, with a prominent bustline, from her neck down to her
  abdomen. Below there were the somewhat incongruous male
  genitalia, and there were signs of arousal already. "It should be
  tight in order to mold your figure, Linda," said Jan, "but these
  garments take time to get used to. I trust that you are not too
  uncomfortable?" "It certainly is tight," said Linda, "but I quite
  like the feeling; I think it will be satisfactory, mistress." She
  remembered the rules then, and made a rather clumsy curtsey. Jan
  smiled her approval. "Now you can help Rita with her basque," she
  said. Linda curtseyed again, and went to get the other basque.
  She did very well in following the steps I had taken; she started
  by carefully placing the garment over my front, making sure my
  breasts were located in the bra cups. I pushed them up then to
  give a desirable uplift and clutched them over my bosom as Linda
  walked behind me to start work on the fasteners. She started at
  the top too, and it took her some time to work her way down to
  the hem. I felt the pleasant sensation of being pulled in
  somewhat, but the garment was more suited to my proportions than
  Linda's and it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Once again I felt the
  delightful lightly constrained feeling generated by a good
  foundation garment. Linda and I both stood in front of Jan,
  resplendent in our pink form-fitting basques, with the long
  suspenders dangling over our thighs. There the similarity ended,
  since we both wore nothing else and the difference between our
  genital areas was evident.

  "I think for today we can dispense with the fully fashioned
  stockings," Jan said, "but you must wear elegant hosiery. Linda:
  would you take Rita's stockings from the dresser and assist her
  with them." Linda curtseyed and fetched the stockings. They were
  sheer and dark charcoal in colour. She took one of them, and I
  lifted my left foot so she could ease it on. She was becoming
  familiar with her tasks now, and she had already rolled the
  stocking ready for my foot. She eased it up my leg pulling gently
  until the dark band at the top reached my thigh, then without any
  prompting knelt down behind me to fasten the back suspender. She
  adjusted its length so that the stocking was held up tight, and I
  felt the tension at the hem of my basque. She took the other
  stocking and rolled it up too, easing it onto my outstretched
  right foot. That stocking too was pulled up to my thigh, the
  suspender fastened, and the tension adjusted. Linda then knelt by
  my sides in turn, and carefully attached and adjusted the two
  suspenders; finally she knelt in front of me, her face directly
  level with my pussy. I kept my thighs primly together, and stood
  as she completed her work on the front two suspenders. I stood
  finally, properly suspendered, relishing the sensations, and
  feeling the tense bands stretched across my thighs. Linda
  curtseyed and looked at Jan in anticipation. "Very good Linda,"
  said Jan. "Rita's legs look very nice now, but it may be
  necessary to make adjustments later; I want both of you to match
  exactly. Rita: please get Linda's stockings, and assist her."

  I curtseyed, and took the other pair of stockings from the
  dresser; I kneeled behind Linda, and she held out her left foot.
  I fitted the stocking onto it, and eased it up her leg. I
  smoothed it upwards, gently massaging her skin through the sheer
  nylon. When the dark band of the stocking top was round her
  thigh, I pulled at the suspender and carefully attached it to the
  stocking. I adjusted the tension to pull the stocking up nice and
  smooth. Linda then stretched out her right foot, and I repeated
  the procedure. Her naked derriere was not particularly plump, but
  it was emphasised nicely by the bands of the suspenders stretched
  from just below her waist. I quickly moved to her left side, and
  attached the suspender there, adjusting it tight to match the
  ones at the back. I moved to her right side and made sure the
  suspender was properly attached and tightened there. Then I moved
  in front of her; my face was level with her groin, just a short
  distance away from a large penis which was showing distinct signs
  of movement, and was no longer hanging loose. I smoothed the
  fronts of her thighs gently, easing the stocking tops upwards,
  then I tugged at each of the suspenders in turn; I attached them
  slowly, and adjusted them shorter to give them some stretch. Jan
  watched the procedure with great interest, and said "The
  stockings suit you very well, Linda. Your legs look beautiful now
  and match Rita's very nicely." I playfully tugged at one of
  Linda's suspenders, and was fascinated to see the cock stiffen
  and distend. It moved upwards as it became more rigid, and stood
  out in front of her, almost thrust right into my face. On the
  spur of the moment I leaned forward and kissed the swollen glans,
  feeling the immediate response. "That was naughty, Rita," said
  Jan. "I wish to make Linda as feminine as possible, so please
  wait until all your tasks are complete. We want Linda to feel at
  home here in our feminine world, and we must help her to make her
  appearance appropriate. Please get Linda's panties right away. I
  curtseyed dutifully and went to the dresser; the 'panties' were
  actually control garments. They were black and very lacy in
  appearance, but they were made of stretchy power net and seemed
  ridiculously small in size. I took one pair, and returned to
  Linda, kneeling in front of her once again. I ignored the rigid
  penis, almost poking into my face, and held the panties as she
  stepped into them. It took some effort to slide them up her legs;
  I eased them carefully over the tops of the stockings,
  negotiating the six little bumps of the suspenders. I stood then
  and considered the problem presented to me for a moment. There
  was no way the rigid cock was going to be tucked away inside the
  panties, and to attempt to do so would have required some
  manipulation on my part; I didn't think that would be a good idea
  at this stage of the proceedings. I decided to pull the panties
  up so that the cock was held against Linda's tummy. When I got
  the waistband in position, after some effort, Linda did present a
  more feminine appearance, but there was a noticeable ridge all
  down the front of her panties.

  "That looks better," said Jan. "Please help Rita with her panties
  now, Linda." Linda managed a curtsey, and walked over to the
  dresser. I noticed that the tight control panties had an evident
  effect in smoothing her contours, and she swayed her hips
  slightly as she walked. She returned, and kneeled in front of me
  holding the panties ready for me to step into. Her body was
  rigidly upright, and it was apparent that she was being
  constrained by combined effects of the boned basque and the tight
  control panties. I felt the effect myself as she pulled the
  panties up my legs. She was a little clumsy and had some trouble
  getting them over the suspenders; finally they were in place
  hugging my waist, and I realised how much control they did exert.
  Though styled very delicately as panties, they were almost panty-
  girdles, and the constraining effect around my hips and tummy
  could be felt quite strongly. I enjoyed the feeling, as I have
  always loved the effects of a well fitting girdle, and I wondered
  whether Linda was also enjoying the experience. She got up, and
  curtseyed to Jan, then stood by my side; she was obviously quite
  excited, and she seemed to be enjoying herself too. "Please stand
  there for a moment and let me take a good look at you," said Jan.
  "You do seem to present a suitably feminine appearance, and
  there's no doubt that well fitting girdles do wonders for both of
  you." She surveyed us both imperiously for a minute or so. "Your
  stockings are not quite tidy," she said, "and they will need some
  adjustment. "And Linda: your nice feminine panties are not as
  smooth as they might be; try to tuck things in a little more
  smoothly when it becomes possible."

  Linda and I then took turns adjusting one another's suspenders,
  making sure that the stocking were firmly held, and that their
  tops were level. Jan got us to stand side by side again, and
  checked to see that our stockings matched precisely. Linda and I
  were just about the same height, and our stocking tops and the
  hems of our basques lined up to Jan's satisfaction. "You match
  one another very nicely," she said finally. "It's actually
  getting difficult to distinguish your legs and bodies; you really
  do make a beautiful girl, Linda, and you are becoming a credit to
  our feminine world. I do love to see the effects of well fitting
  girdles, and your stockings really are attractive. Your maids'
  uniforms are in the closet, the same as last week; please
  complete your dressing and put your shoes on." Linda curtseyed,
  and went for the dresses; we helped one another into them, as we
  had the previous week, and we were both soon smartly dressed in
  black, with our skirts fluffed out over the frilly petticoat
  layers. After putting on our shoes we returned to face Jan; we
  did a synchronised curtsey, properly complete this time as we
  held out our skirts at our sides.

  "Very good, girls," said Jan. "Now you are suitably attired to do
  your feminine tasks. It is time for me to be dressed properly as
  your mistress, and I will need the assistance of both of you. My
  clothes are on the chair by the dresser, please bring me my
  panties, Rita." I fetched the black frilly panties, and kneeled
  before Jan as she remained seated, extending her legs and
  allowing her negligee to fall open. I slid them up over her
  knees, and then she stood up, allowing me to pull them up snugly
  and smooth the waistband into position. "I shall wear my corset,"
  said Jan. "Would you take my robe, Rita, while Linda gets the
  corset." I helped her off with the robe and laid it on a chair.
  Linda meantime had got the red satin corset, and stood holding it
  a little uncertain what to do next. "There are still some things
  for you to learn, Linda," said Jan. "You seem quite unfamiliar
  with corsets, so it might be appropriate to give you some
  firsthand experience on a future occasion. Please hold the front
  over me, making sure that my breasts are supported properly; keep
  it carefully in place while Rita laces me up." Linda seemed a
  little apprehensive now, but she held the front of the corset
  over Jan's body; Jan assisted her pushing the front upwards so
  that her breasts were supported, almost high enough for their
  nipples to be exposed.

  I set to work on the lengthy task of lacing. Following what I
  understood to be the rules, I pulled in the laces from the top
  down to the waist, and similarly from the bottom up. She was
  pulled in noticeably, and showed an even more pronounced waist
  than her normal feminine figure displayed. The corset was
  obviously quite tight, and I had some sympathy for her, though
  the activity did create a desire in me to try wearing one myself.
  When the laces were taken in sufficiently I tied the two sets of
  ends in bows. I curtseyed before Jan once again and said "Ready,
  mistress. I hope that is satisfactory." "Indeed so," replied Jan;
  "it appears to be quite in order. I think that it gives me the
  necessary appearance, but it does restrict my movements somewhat.
  I can't really bend at all, and I shall require both of you to
  assist me with my stockings. It would be good for you to share
  the task -- Linda on my left, and Rita on my right." I took her
  black sheer stockings and gave one of them to Linda. I carefully
  rolled the stocking to free the foot, and motioned to Linda to do
  likewise with the other one. When we were both ready, Jan lifted
  her right foot and I slipped the stocking over it; I paused once
  her foot was back on the floor to allow Linda to do the same with
  the other foot. We then worked in tandem, carefully easing the
  sheer nylon up Jan's legs, keeping pace with one another exactly
  until we reached her thighs and the dark bands of the stocking
  tops were lined up nicely there. There were eight wide suspenders
  dangling from the hem of the corset; we each took the backmost
  one, and carefully placed the tab centrally, sliding the metal
  loop over it to secure the stocking. The suspenders seemed to be
  adjusted quite properly, so we then worked our way round Jan's
  thighs. We had two suspenders each to fasten at the sides, and
  then we both moved to the front, kneeling facing Jan. Working as
  a team again, we pulled the front suspenders down and attached
  them to the stockings at the front. We both stood up, and walked
  backwards a few steps and then curtseyed together.

  "Very good, girls," said Jan. "It is a pleasure to have
  handmaidens skilled in dealing with feminine clothing; having
  both of you does make some of these tasks go much quicker. And I
  must say I really appreciate having such delectably feminine
  assistants to help me with such an intimate matter. Stockings and
  suspenders are so feminine, and it wouldn't seem proper to be
  assisted like that unless one's assistants were also wearing
  similar attire." She walked imperiously over to the mirror, and
  looked carefully at the results of our work; she turned from one
  side to the other, and seemed quite satisfied with what she saw.
  "My suspenders do all seem to be adjusted and placed correctly,"
  she said; "I am now ready for my robe and shoes." I picked up her
  robe from the chair, and helped her into it; Linda went to fetch
  the shoes, and kneeled before Jan to assist her slipping them on.
  Jan nodded approval at us, wrapped the robe fully around her, and
  then sat in one of the high armchairs. I noticed that she was
  sitting quite stiffly upright, though she didn't show any signs
  of discomfort.

  "Well girls," Jan said, as Linda and I stood dutifully before
  her; "Now that we are all properly attired in as feminine a
  manner as possible, I should consider what tasks there are to be
  done. I want to complete your training as suitable handmaidens,
  and I am particularly concerned that Linda occupies herself in
  all the feminine duties that may be required. I wish her to
  develop all the skills that are required for a lady's
  maidservant, and I want her feminine nature to match Rita's. You
  do understand, Linda, that you are a girl?" "Yes, mistress," said
  Linda and curtseyed. "You understand that you will be allowed
  only to dress in feminine girlish clothing, and that you will be
  required to perform feminine tasks appropriate to your status?"
  "Yes, mistress." "You and Rita are to be companions in my
  service, and I shall treat you both as the feminine creatures
  that you appear to be. One of the tasks I have in mind is to go
  through our lingerie drawers and sort out the items, and make
  sure they are arranged properly. There are also large quantities
  of discarded stockings; some of them are perfectly good, and we
  may be able to make usable pairs. I would like, too, to present a
  historical pageant, illustrating the development of corsets and
  foundation garments through this century; they need to be modeled
  properly, and I shall arrange to have photographs taken. While
  you are not busy with these tasks, I think it would be suitable
  for you to practice needlework, and gain some skills in
  embroidery." I didn't think this sounded like too much fun, apart
  from the modelling, but I realised the point was to impress Linda
  with her feminisation; I was relieved when Jan continued. "These
  tasks will all require some preparation, so I think they may be
  left to another day. For the moment, I think it would please me
  to have some entertainment."

  Jan paused, and pretended to consider for a moment. "I am very
  pleased with the feminine appearance presented by both of you
  girls," she said. "I find you both very attractive; the dresses
  and petticoats are very smart. However, I was most pleased with
  the sight of both of you in your lovely feminine lingerie; I
  think it would be delightful to look at that once again. It is
  particularly appealing to see you both together, so it would be
  quite entertaining if you were to lie on the bed together and
  play modestly with one another. Please take off your shoes and
  dresses." Linda and I kicked off our shoes, and started to
  unbutton the fronts of our dresses. I pulled my frilly layers of
  petticoat up to my waist, and eased the dress over my bosom; I
  was soon out of it, and I saw that Linda was following my
  example. We laid our dresses carefully on one of the chairs, and
  then stood before Jan again. We stood there in our matching
  outfits: pink satin basques, with underwired bra cups; suspenders
  stretched tightly under control panties holding our sheer
  stockings firmly in position. "You both look the picture of
  elegant femininity," Jan said. "I am very impressed with the way
  you display your nice foundations; it's obvious that we must put
  on a show and model some other types. You really wear your girdle
  and stockings most elegantly, Linda; you match Rita very well,
  and I must congratulate you on your evident femininity. I think
  it would be great fun now to see how your foundations adapt
  themselves to different motions. Please lie down side by side on
  the bed."

  This idea obviously appealed to both of us, and Linda and I
  wasted no time in getting over to the bed; we lay side by side,
  and waited for Jan's further instructions. She came over and sat
  in an armchair located at the foot of the bed. "I would like to
  see you move your bodies," said Jan. "I wish to see how your
  foundation garments react. I don't think it is necessary to give
  you detailed instructions, as I think you may well discover
  things to do. However, you might start by feeling one another's
  clothing to check the fit; you may remove your panties later on,
  if you wish."

  With that she left us to our own devices, sitting upright in the
  chair, and looking on with a feigned mild interest. Linda seemed
  a little overcome by the situation in which she found herself, so
  I decided it was up to me to start things going. I leaned over on
  my side, and started to caress Linda's sheer dark stockings. I
  started innocently enough at first, just moving my hands over the
  smooth material below her knees. She obviously enjoyed the
  feelings, and I noticed some stirring in her tight black panties.
  I gradually worked my way over her knees, towards her stocking
  tops. I let my fingers wander over the dark bands around her
  thighs, and I delicately probed the metal loops of her suspenders
  and the little mounds of stretched nylon that they enclosed. I
  moved my hands to her naked thighs, and slowly moved them over
  her skin; I brushed her suspenders lightly, and then took hold of
  them one at a time and tugged playfully. Linda was now showing
  clear signs of arousal, and I felt my own excitement beginning;
  just as I was starting to crave some attention myself, Linda
  realised that two people could play this game and she started to
  caress my thighs and investigate my suspenders. We played happily
  together for some minutes, rolling over and back, and I found my
  excitement was building; I began to want more from Linda, and I
  felt a delightful squirming sensation deep in my groin.

  I decided to make the next move; I worked my way higher up the
  bed, and gently pushed my hands into the satin cups of Linda's
  basque. I reached behind the breast forms to find her nipples,
  and very gently started to caress them. I felt them stiffen, and
  lightly squeezed them between my fingers; Linda's response was
  very evident, and I finally tweaked her nipples. I slid back down
  the bed, to invite a response from her, and started to
  investigate her panties; I contented myself with lightly brushing
  the outside, though I could feel something inside, firmly held
  but starting to show a desire to be released. Linda responded to
  my cue and reached inside the cups of my basque; she pushed the
  cups away from my chest, and reached deep inside them until she
  held my breasts firmly in her hands. She pulled upwards, and they
  both popped out of the cups, exposing my stiffened upstanding
  nipples. She started to gently squeeze them, and flipped them
  lightly with her fingers sending a sexual thrill right through
  me. I lay back, overcome by my excitement, and Linda sat up to
  continue her stimulation. She seemed quite engrossed in what she
  was doing and got up onto her knees to clasp my breasts in her
  hands. I took advantage of her position to tug at her panties;
  the stretchy power net material resisted, but I persevered, and I
  finally pulled the panties right down over her suspenders. A
  large stiff cock stood upright before my eyes. It was framed by
  two long pink suspenders, stretching from the frilly hem of
  Linda's basque down to her dark stocking tops, and the sight of
  it excited me and made me desperate to feel it thrust deep into
  my vagina. "I want that big cock inside me," I whispered. "Take
  me now!"

  Linda needed no further encouragement. She took hold of my
  panties, and started to pull gently; I lifted my bottom up and
  helped her slide them down over my suspenders. I wriggled my legs
  to push them right down to my ankles, and quickly slipped one
  foot free; then I spread my suspendered, nylon clad thighs wide
  to present an inviting target. Linda climbed over my leg, and
  there was a swishing sound as our matching black nylon stockings
  slithered over one another; as she moved forward to position
  herself, I felt her suspenders against the inside of my thighs.
  The feeling, and the thought of what it was, added to my
  excitement, and even at that moment my crazy fetishist's mind was
  revelling in the thought that I was now completely engulfed in
  long pink suspenders and it was impossible to tell whose were
  whose. I didn't have long for this wild contemplation, as it was
  supplanted by a new sensation: the head of the large stiff cock
  was pushing at my labia gently, but with evident determination. I
  now had a thrill of urgent expectation, which took my mind
  completely off the topic of lingerie; I lifted my hips up
  slightly, to assist Linda, and to welcome the intrusion.
  Gradually, very gently, she pushed down, and I felt the rigid
  shaft move into me. There was a moment of ecstasy as the large
  glans moved over my clitoris, followed by a sustained pleasure as
  the motion continued; I felt the outward pressure and friction in
  the walls of my vagina, and I followed the sensations deeper and
  deeper until I was penetrated to my innermost depths.

  Linda paused, and lay over me, supporting her weight on her
  elbows; the pink satin of our basques made contact, and their
  cups pressed against one another. With my free hands I started to
  caress Linda's naked shoulders, and worked my way down her chest;
  I reached into her basque cups, and found the two nipples. They
  were much smaller than Jan's, but they responded to my touch, and
  I moved my fingers over them, feeling them stiffen in response.
  There was another response too, which I felt along the length of
  my vagina. Linda was spurred into movement, and gradually
  withdrew, almost to my labia; the motion over my clitoris
  increased my excitement, and I squirmed, squeezing inwards with
  my vagina. I moved in response, pushing my hips up once again, to
  move the cock back down into me. Linda responded and thrust
  forward, and we both got the feel of one another and started a
  reciprocal motion; the cock moved slowly in and out, and I moved
  part way in the opposite direction, squeezing and relaxing as I
  did so. To my delight, Linda had obviously developed great powers
  of restraint, and the pleasure lasted for several minutes; I
  became aware once again of the feeling of our nylon clad legs
  brushing against one another, and during each thrust I felt
  Linda's suspenders moving over my thighs, catching on mine and
  tugging them briefly. Eventually I felt the pace quicken, and by
  then I was desperately ready and welcomed it; the motion of the
  cock accelerated in my vagina, and the thrusts became shorter.
  Suddenly the climax came, and I felt the spasm of the cock and
  the spurt of hot fluid into the depths of my vagina; this
  triggered my response, and my whole body shuddered as my orgasm
  engulfed me. I lay back as the succession of spasms took over; I
  was still aware of the cock buried in my vagina, and felt its own
  spasmodic motion gradually subside.

  Linda had incredible fortitude, and had maintained her position
  throughout our coupling; her weight was still supported by her
  arms, so I was able to lie back and give way to the sensation of
  pleasure for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I felt that the
  cock was no longer distended, and gained enough presence of mind
  to realise that Linda was probably getting very uncomfortable. I
  pulled my hips back into the bed, to help her withdraw; she did
  so, very slowly, and once she was free she clambered over my leg,
  then rolled over and lay on her back beside me. I squeezed her
  hand gently and whispered "That was fantastic. Was it good for
  you?" "Yes," she said softly; "it was very very good indeed." We
  both relaxed, exhausted by our efforts, and I became aware of Jan
  looking at me. I realised that she had of course been sitting
  watching the whole procedure; she smiled at me in encouragement,
  but I thought I could detect signs of excitement in her too. I
  was overcome then with my deep feelings of love for her, and I
  didn't know how to respond. I smiled back, and attempted to
  convey in my expression that we would take certain things up
  later. I think our rapport was such that she understood me.

  We waited for some time, Jan seated in her chair, still rigidly
  upright, Linda and I relaxed on the bed. Finally Jan spoke. "I
  think that makes a desirable conclusion to the proceedings, and
  we don't really need to continue the game for this session."
  Linda nodded, and I agreed: "Yes. If the party is winding down
  now, we shall all need some assistance to get ourselves out of
  these clothes." I got up, and retrieved my panties. "I'll go and
  put some coffee on," I said, "and we can unwind gradually before
  facing the hard real world. I'll stay with these things for the
  moment, but maybe you could help Linda with unfastening, Jan.
  "Yes, I will," she said. I went to our bedroom, and pulled the
  tight control panties back on, then I took out a comfortable
  housecoat and put on some fluffy slippers. I went to the kitchen
  and started some coffee, and sat waiting, tired and happy. After
  some time, Jan came out of the guest bedroom in her robe; I
  noticed she was no longer wearing stockings. "Len's getting
  himself back to drab normality," she said. "I undid the basque
  for him, and he had unfastened all the suspenders. It really was
  quite tight on him, but he seems to have survived the ordeal."
  She noticed my glance at her legs. "I asked him to help me with
  the corset; it seemed a fair exchange," she said grinning. "It
  was all most routine and matter-of-fact; he really does have a
  refreshing attitude. It's obvious that he finds the clothes
  fascinating and a massive sexual turnon, but he can accept that
  as a simple fact of life, and he isn't at all embarrassed after
  the event. He unlaced me, and then sat quietly taking his
  stockings off, while I was undoing suspenders, just as though it
  was a routine everyday happening." She went off to the bedroom to
  change into something a little more casual and comfortable. She
  soon returned, wearing a housedress and slippers, and very soon
  Len joined us, looking the friendly casually dressed male that we
  had met earlier in the evening.

  We drank our coffee, calm and relaxed. Jan seemed to be too,
  though I can really only speak for myself and Len. There wasn't
  too much to be said, though the pauses in conversation were easy,
  without any awkwardness. Eventually Len looked at his watch and
  said that it was getting late. "It's probably time for me to go
  now," he said. "I have to thank you ladies for an utterly
  fantastic evening. I still can't believe my good fortune in being
  able to have my innermost fantasies acted out." "You're very
  welcome," I said. "We seem to have hit on a wonderful way to
  enjoy ourselves together. I should thank you; and I hope that we
  shall be able to continue our investigations." Len smiled. "I
  have to be away for the next few weeks," he said. "Maybe we could
  get together again when I get back." I nodded, and Jan said "That
  would be very nice." "Thanks once again," Len said as he was
  leaving. "I really feel as though I have been liberated, and you
  can imagine what I shall be looking out for on my trip." "Have
  fun," I said.

  Jan and I went right to our bedroom. She relaxed on the big bed,
  and I threw off my housecoat and slippers; I joined her, and lay
  by her side, still encased in my pink satin basque and control
  panties. I rubbed my black nylon clad leg against Jan and sighed
  happily. She looked at me smiling; "You never tire of wearing
  those things, do you?" "I like them," I said. "It's a simple
  fact, and I eventually learned to accept it; it took me a little
  while longer than Len." "How was he?" Jan asked. "It was
  wonderful," I said, thinking over the events of the evening. "You
  certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself," Jan said; "I have
  never been a voyeur before -- or is it voyeuse? Anyway I found I
  was getting just a little carried away myself, and I really felt
  happy for you." "Jan my love! And you had to sit there, held
  stiffly to attention, while I was enjoying myself." I was
  suddenly overcome by emotion and my feeling for her. "I love you
  Jan," I said, and started to cry tears of happiness, snuggling my
  satin basque against her. She hugged me lovingly; "I love you
  too, Rita. And I love your taste in lingerie; you're a vision in
  pink that I just can't resist." We lay happily in one another's
  arms.

  Eventually, basking in Jan's loving and consoling arms, my tears
  subsided, and she brushed my cheeks tenderly. "It was good," I
  said, "and it really is a wonderfully fulfilling experience, but
  when I looked at you, I knew that the end result was to make me
  want you all the more." "I know, my love," she said. "That's
  exactly the effect it had on me last week. But I thought you did
  very well, and I actually did enjoy watching you. It got me
  excited too; and after all those years with you as you were, I
  recognise now that for some reason I get turned on by men wearing
  lingerie." "I'm glad for my sake that you do," I said. "What
  about you?" she asked. "You've played both sides of the street.
  I'm curious what your reactions were to 'Linda'. I know now how
  you react to the male animal, and I'm not surprised by that, but
  you were being confronted with some serious gender-blending." I
  thought for a moment. "I actually worried about how I might
  react," I said. "It's no secret what turns me on, and that's been
  consistent through all the changes in me, but for me it was
  always 'my' lingerie that mattered. Seeing it on others had a
  strong effect, but it was to make me want it for myself. When
  Linda got going, though, I found myself being quite affected by
  what she was wearing, and I liked it -- being completely
  surrounded by stockings and suspenders seemed to accentuate my
  own pleasure in those things." "Interesting," said Jan. "Would
  you like me to 'dress up' for you as well?" "I don't think I
  would," I said. "I relate to you in a special way; you're Jan, my
  partner; in the space I am in now I do want us both to be female,
  but what we have happening between us goes beyond that. It's also
  the case that my delight in lingerie, as 'my special thing' has
  been part of our relationship." "It certainly has," said Jan
  caressing my thighs, with the long suspenders stretched over
  them. I hugged her.