The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 09
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"Dear Friends,
A MESSAGE FIRST.
I am submitting a further chapter in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. However I am concerned that I may be doing something wrong at this stage which is preventing these articles from registering in the Top 500 chart despite a number of votes and a high rating. Perhaps it is me, or perhaps there is a technical problem which is generating false ratings and figures and that in truth there is not the interest in these confessions as we initially thought.
Chapter 7 was high in the chart one morning and completely disappeared the next and has never been seen since. Chapter 8 has never featured at all.
Having seen the approval of previous chapters by reaching the top of the chart we would appreciate your report back with regard to this enquiry.
Many thanks,
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Roberta is a gorgeous pre-op trans-sexual who has been describing her life to me for some time now, from her initial inquisitiveness as a schoolboy, her fancy for a neighbour and her panties and petticoats, her eventual seduction, to the present day. Currently she is in California visiting her parents who have emigrated and set up a business. They really wish that their son Robert would get more involved and join them in the USA. During her current visit Roberta has appointments for consultation with regard to forthcoming plastic surgery and breast implantation, all arranged by John, the husband of Roberta's seducer and who is heavily involved with the sex industry in Europe.
Before Roberta left she sent me more episodes from her sexual adventures which she hopes you are still enjoying and continues telling us about Jeremy, a new love in her very full sex life
The following Friday I met up with Jeremy again for an absolutely fabulous night.
However, my week began by bunking off college for a couple of days to improve my feminisation and especially my public performance, all assisted by Margaret. I applied my own make up and boobs and wig as Margaret selected my clothing from her vast wardrobe, the customary stockings, tan this time with a red suspender belt and a tiny red satin thong.
"I think we may have to purchase something to keep that excited clitty of yours under control and out of the way," she said as the satin teased my boy clit to attention and then wrestled with it as she tucked it in as best possible.
I slipped on the red satin and lace bra and tucked my titties in. Then came the gorgeous matching full-length slip, wow!!, before I eased into the plain white satin blouse and then into the knee length, pencil thin, camel coloured skirt. The skirt was another way of training me to take smaller steps and so too were the 4 inch heeled shoes. Margaret completed my dressing with a pair of her clip on earrings, a bracelet and her brown leather jacket with the fur collar.
By Tuesday afternoon I was wearing a skimpy denim kilt that barely covered my white satin panties, white boots and a gorgeous soft pink alpaca jersey and white leather jacket as we walked through the city centre in time to meet my fellow scholars as they left the college for home. I was on my own and it was a test that had me constantly quivering as I tried hard not to recognise any one approaching as I walked towards them. Some people looked at me, admiring glances I hoped. The looks I got from guys, whom I sat beside each day, were incredible and at least three made a pass at me. Even the girls seemed interested but I was truly glad I didn't meet Adele.
Eventually Margaret made up on me and directed me into the alley in which I had been meeting her most days at lunchtime to prove I was still wearing my girly underwear. I was bubbling with joy and as soon as we turned the corner we began kissing, two lesbians in love because I really felt I had also turned the corner in my life and was now much more a girl than a boy. However Margaret also liked me as a boy, or one part of me as a boy and she took photographs of me as I raised my little skirt just a few inches to reveal my bulging white panties. Eventually I slipped them down to my knees, and showed her my sissy cock as I stood against the wall as she photographed me and the people passing by the entrance to the alley about twenty feet away.
"Suck me Margaret, please suck me darling," I begged of her as I jerked at my clit with my right hand and held my skirt aloft with the left.
"I just want to fuck you right here and now," I exploded, my excitement at being so feminine and that I was not recognised, requiring some kind of celebration.
"Take a few pictures of me first and then we will go home and fuck all night," she said conceding a little to my request.
We swapped places and I took a few shots of her in her long coat and then sharply she flashed open to reveal her completely naked body. She was wearing the long coat and a pair of knee length black boots – nothing else.
"I just love being outside in public with nothing on," she enthused as she slipped off the coat. "Someday soon we are both going to do this, naked sisters, me and my shemale sister," she continued passionately as she leaned against the wall with her legs astride and pushed her bum into the lens of the camera as I looked up onto the pulsating pink lips of her shaven pussy. I kissed them, pulling my tongue back from them into the crevasse of her ass which I automatically began to lick for a few seconds. I stood up, my panties still at my knees, the hem of my skirt resting on my solid erection as I decided I want to fuck her ass for the first time, but she stopped me, sighting the danger of being caught as her reason.
We tidied our clothing and joined the crowd as we made our way through the precinct to the station. I linked her, my big sister, and we laughed and joked at what we had been doing so close to all these people.
Then suddenly, my joy turned to anguish. There in front of us was Adele. I recognised the long blonde hair, the college uniform, her short skirt and gorgeous legs. I steered Margaret towards a store window and was even more shocked to see Adele's reflection in the window as she watched us. We went inside, I looked back and she was still watching. Thankfully it was a large store and with more than one exit we managed to escape her gaze. My joy had been short lived.
Next day I was dreading meeting Adele at lunchtime as I had so often done. She was pleased to see me, wondering where I had been for the last two days. I told her I had been ill, but not as ill as I felt at that moment as she placed her hand on my thigh to feel my suspender belt.
"Still keeping it a secret then," she teased. "I'd love to see you in them," she continued. "We could make comparisons," and she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a glimpse of her black stockings clasped to the strap of a purple suspender belt.
I looked at her, shocked. Then she changed the subject.
"Remember the party I invited you to – well it's cancelled." She paused to gauge my reaction but I was still dazed at the thought that she might know about my 'other life'. I want you to come with me to a wedding instead, my sister Leah's. She has brought it forward because she is going to Australia for six months and thought it would be nice to have it as part of her honeymoon too.
I sat there open mouthed and had a flashback to the bridal store where I had seen her at the weekend. I nearly said that I thought she was because I had seen her. Adele carried on.
"I'm the chief bridesmaid and I want you to be my partner for the day. I know you will have to wear a suit but will that be all right? Would you prefer to wear something different?"
She left the question hanging. I was flummoxed. What exactly was she meaning? Somehow I summoned up the courage to ask what she had in mind.
"Well the main party is wearing tails," she explained with a little grin on her face, and I'm not sure if that will be necessary for you as my partner, if you accept of course." She broke off to judge my reaction again and then placed her hand on my leg again.
"Please come with me. You are the only boy I want to be with and I know we will have a fantastic time." The she leaned over and whispered to me. "I also want you to wear the same underwear as me on the day – white stockings and suspenders. Remember your secret is safe with me – for the time being," she added as she rose to her feet. We parted and I really felt ill - I could have gone home sick, but I was just back to college. Immediately I got home and changed into my girly school uniform for the security camera to record my homecoming, I told Margaret about Adele. She was delighted but she also had a shock for me.
"Adele knows a lot more of your secret than you would like her to know. She knows about you – in fact she knows about us."
I was shaking with worry as she led me through to the computer.
"I downloaded the photos from yesterday," Margaret began. "Look what I didn't notice at the time." Onto the screen came my shemale self, a vision of loveliness, even if I say it myself, holding my stiff shaft towards the camera as I begged Margaret to let me fuck her. Then the next shot was similar, except for one thing – Adele was in the shot too, standing at the end of the alley watching Margaret taking my photos. The next one she was in the alley listening. How Margaret had missed her she doesn't know, the concentration on the new camera possibly taking her full attention.
We sat down, gutted. What should have been a time of happiness as I progressed with my feminisation was now deep in gloom. The big worry was more John finding out about us being discovered than Adele now knowing full well that I was a transvestite.
Friday night arrived and I was feeling much happier. Adele had kissed me when I said I would go to the wedding with her and she never mentioned anything about seeing me on the street.
Jeremy picked me up from the house and had me do a little twirl for him when he saw the mass of petticoats under my new sissy dress that Margaret and John had bought on E-bay for me.
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