The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 06
Keywords: Virgin, Tranny, the, Ch., Bride, The, 06, &,
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WOW!!! As I rewrote this episode the sheer sexiness of the occasion was so powerful. Another episode from Roberta before he went off to California on vacation.
The following week was fraught with difficulties, none more so than my inability to contact Jodie. Calling her mobile on my way to and from college was always met by the message that it was switched off. The remainder of the time I was with Margaret and dare not even mention Jodie.
My feminisation continued unabated, from the obvious thrill of the volume created by multiple petticoats to the regular douche and the obscure hormone treatment administered by Margaret in numerous drinks.
Daily I left her house for college as a girl and in the evening returned to remove my school uniform and fold it neat and tidily for the next day. Then she sat me down in front of a mirror and gave me make up tuition until I was ready for our evening walk. Initially it was down the lane to show Sarah as she waited for business at the mesh gate and then, after her inspection, into the local park or even on the train to the centre of the city. At first my skirts were at least knee length but as I got more efficient with my make up the skirts got shorter to draw attention to myself from boys and even older men. One night I met and walked past, without her suspecting it was me, a girl from college whom I often had lunch with. I had my suspicions that Adele, a very quiet and beautiful girl, already knew about my secret. Her quietness seemed to alienate her from the other girls and she seemed to have few, if any friends at college.
I found myself with similar problems. I no longer wanted to play football for fear of getting injured and then my daily sexy underwear being discovered. I didn't go out at night any longer because I was with Margaret. One day Adele, quite by accident, put her hand on my thigh and right on top of the strap for my suspenders. We both froze and she looked at me and then smiled as she withdrew her hand. It had worried me ever since and she wondered where I went some lunch breaks when I went to meet Margaret and prove I was still wearing my sexy underwear and had not removed it when I changed in the garage from being a girl back to a half boy for the college. Margaret had taken over from Sarah checking on me and although, initially, it had been John's idea for me to wear his wife's panties to college, Margaret now kept it up.
I longed for my parents to come home and return to sleep in my own bed alone. It would be another two and a half weeks. I actually longed for John to come home at the weekend so that Margaret had someone else to concentrate on as well as me. Then came the news that he would not be home on Friday night because he was going to collect a company car he was now getting and it could be Sunday before he arrived back from the Belgian office. It was a lovely white Mercedes estate car that he brought home and then we all went to his normal office to collect his own car which Margaret would now have the use off.
Margaret dressed me quite young looking for the drive, her young sister with my blonde wig in bunches and only some light make up and pale pink lipstick. It was lovely and sunny and so I was given one of her satin vest tops which displayed my adequate cleavage thanks to my breast forms which she stuck to my chest. I never had many hairs on my chest but I no longer had any, anywhere, except for my neat pubic triangle. The light hairs on my legs and arms disappeared with the creams I applied. A short skirt in pale blue cotton and flip flops to show off my varnished toe nails completed my outfit for the day and I loved the warm breeze blowing up my skirt onto my uncovered boy clit as John had now began to call my cock. I was half girl now and would no longer have a cock. I have to say I was getting confused having to be boy at college and girl the remainder of the time. Forgetting I was girl usually meant punishment from Margaret, forgetting I was boy, embarrassment, such as Adele continually touching my leg. Did she fancy me or was she just inquisitive?
One more week at college and we would have a two-week break. John had timed his own holidays for then and also for when my parents were still away. Before he left for work on Monday he told me we were going to Scotland for a few days to a country cottage he was renting with lots of privacy for some sexy frolics. He was also planning a surprise for Margaret and I for the following Friday night.
Highlights of the week were the invitation by Adele to accompany her to her big sisters 25th birthday party and standing on the street beside Sarah on the Wednesday and two guys stopping in a car wondering if I was looking for business. When I told Margaret she delighted.
"You gorgeous little tart," she called me.
I was uncertain about the birthday bash but discovered it was on a Thursday night and said I was visiting an aunt so that I would not have to explain to Margaret about another woman in my life. My hesitation provoked a most unusual response from Adele, the quiet one.
"It's alright, I know your secret," and quite intentionally, this time, put her hand on my leg and rubbed my suspender strap. "It's safe with me and I don't mind if you wear them to the party. I think it will be rather exciting knowing we are both wearing the same style of underwear."
I was stunned and only nodded when she stood up to leave.
"Can I take that as an acceptance sweetheart?"
When I told Margaret that a girl knew about my secret all she could say was, "Maybe it's time to wear the skirt and blouse too instead of changing. Let them all see how you would rather be." She smiled to let me see she was joking. When I told her it was Adele she laughed. "I went to the school with her big sister, Leah. Yes she is a year younger than me. We fell out over the same boy but have a laugh about it when we meet now. Neither of us married him."
What surprised me was the easy way in which the girls, so far, had accepted me as a tranny. No laughing or mocking or lectures but complete empathy, acceptance and a certain amount of shared excitement.
The strange thing about what Margaret said about going to college as a girl, was I didn't really want to be a girl all of the time. Initially it was my schoolboy crush on her and then the borrowing of her panties just to be close to her, and the sexy feeling I got from wearing them and the sexy feeling I get from bridal gowns and petticoats that has enhanced my interest in wearing them as much as possible. It was her idea to make me into a girl and she gets a thrill now from going shopping with her teenage transvestite, whom she can fuck at the drop of a hat because of all the things that she now has over me. Of course each week there is more and the holiday created a huge amount more. What a few days they were.
For John's arrival home on the Friday night he wanted me to be out in the garden as a bride. He had a fantastic surprise for me.
I had to rush home because Margaret wanted to give him a surprise too and let him see just how feminine I now looked. She had brushed my wig and had the gown and all the petticoats laid out for me. She bathed me in lovely perfumed water and really pampered me. In return I licked her pussy as she squatted above my face on the edge of the bath.
Margaret helped me with my make up and made sure I applied my lip-gloss evenly and then loaned me some of her jewellery too. Then I slipped into my stockings and attached them to my frilliest suspender belt. As always, the order was no panties so I stepped into my first petticoat and drew the stretchy waistband around me. Another with the same style of waist followed and then the third with its Velcro fastening. Finally, the ten layer one which Margaret had adapted to really flare my bridal gown outwards and raise it just slightly from the ground as I walked. It had long ties to fasten around my waist. My heart was beating with excitement as I dropped to my knees on the floor to assist Margaret lower my gown over my head. I really felt so utterly feminine, the fragrance of my perfume, my painted nails, the sparkling rings on my fingers, the stunning necklace and my petticoats spread across the sitting room floor. My gown slipped over the petticoats and Margaret adjusted them and then had me stand up to help me into the short frilly sleeves. I was trembling, it had been some weeks since I was last dressed as a bride, and never so thoroughly as now. There is always a moment of sheer pleasure when the long zip goes up and my body is entombed in white paradise.
I felt weak at the knees when she opened out the long frilly train and attached it under the large bow at the back of my gown and then spread it across the carpet.
"I love you Margaret, this is the greatest feeling in the whole wide World and I love the way you help me."
She smiled, a smile of satisfaction and admiration.
"You look stunning honey but I'm not finished yet."
Margaret fixed lovely dangling earrings and tidied my hair again before fixing the short veil first and then the long veil secondly over my head and attached them to my hair. She tried to spread the veil over the train and the floor behind me but it was too long, the scalloped edges framing my face, the gorgeous embroidery encrusted with a few shimmering beads. Then she gave me the sheer lace gloves and I eased my hands into them before she helped me into the white satin heels, having left them until last because they were slightly tight. As she worked on my shoes and adjusted the many layers of petticoat and gown they brushed sexily against her naked body.
"I've grown to find the sensation of all those layers such a turn on too honey," she confessed. "I now know what you tranny's love about petticoats."
She walked around me and looked at her watch.
"Right, one more thing and then a telephone call."
She paused and I wondered.
"The mirror," and she left the room to bring the full-length one form her bedroom.
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Keywords: Virgin, Tranny, the, Ch., Bride, The, 06, &,