The Transformation of Paul Ch. 03
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After breakfast, we drove into the town. As Gerald had suggested, I had left the stockings and the majority of the lingerie on underneath my clothes. Only the bra had been left behind since it would have been very noticeable under my thin summer shirt.
I sat in the passenger seat and leaned my arm on the sill of the open window. The breeze was channelled into the short sleeve of my shirt and if I pulled the seatbelt away from my chest, I could funnel it to blow directly across my nipples. Whenever he didn't need both hands on the wheel, Gerald would drop his left hand down onto my thigh and gently stroke my right stocking top and suspender through my trousers. Each bump in the road caused the elastic in my undies to tug and as we went round corners, my satin covered buttocks slid sensuously from side to side. Unsurprisingly, my cock was semi-hard and lolled around heavily in my panties. The precum was obviously in free flow as every few minutes, my cock would encounter a cool wet spot on the satin. There was a box of tissues on the dashboard and having pulled one out and sucking in my stomach to give myself access, I stuffed it into my panties to mop up. Gerald was grinning broadly.
"Getting over excited again?"
I punched his arm playfully.
We drove for about 10 minutes and finally parked on the side of the road by a short parade of small shop units. This part of the Old Town had narrow streets and had long since been deserted by the everyday shoppers who sought quicker and easier shopping under the roofs of the out of town hypermarkets. What were left were the small specialist shops that relied on a steady flow of regulars.
"What size are your shoes?"
For a moment I was taken aback by Gerald's question.
"Err.... Size 7".
"OK" he said, "you wait here while I do some shopping.
I sat in the car and watched the world go by. It seemed so strange to watch ordinary people doing ordinary things. Yesterday, I had been ordinary, looked ordinary, behaved in an ordinary way. I realised that of course I knew nothing about the people who strolled down the street. I took them at face value but really their private lives were as mysterious to me as mine was to them. After all, for all intents and purposes, here I was, a normal looking 18-year-old male, just sitting in a car waiting for the driver. They could not possibly know that underneath my everyday clothes there was a body that had been completely depilated from the neck down and from the waist down was clad in the most feminine lingerie and stockings. I realised that Gerald was right, again. My secret was exciting.
My revere was interrupted by him opening his door and sliding back behind the wheel. He leant into the back of the car and deposited a fistful of carrier bags on the back seat.
"You weren't long," I said.
"No, I only had to go back there". He turned in his seat and pointed out of the back window to a small shop on the other side of the road.
I twisted my head round to look and I could see a tiny shop with iron grills at the window. Above the shop a sign in gold lettering on a black background read Narcissus.
I was curious about his purchases.
"Wait and see," he said.
He started the car and we drove through the sunshine to the seafront.
"Let's walk for while".
We strolled along the promenade, for all the world looking like uncle and nephew. Little did anyone know!
The late morning sun worshippers were busy applying lotion and oils and arranging their towels to get the best angle to the sun. I eyed the girls appreciatively but I soon became aware that my interest was as much academic as lecherous. I was comparing breasts and legs, watching the way that buttocks moved inside tight bikini bottoms and checking out hair colours and styles.
Gerald was mind reading again.
"What do you fancy?"
I realised that he had said what not who or which one. He had taken it for granted that I had fully embraced my new girlie lifestyle and I was only slightly surprised to realise that he was right. There was no doubt now in my mind that I really wanted to be a girl. Even as I looked on I was wondering how it felt to have a heavy pair of breasts attached to me, how it felt to feel them wobble and bounce in the confines of their lacy suspension in bras and other lingerie. How it felt to have men stare at them and even rub their stiff cocks between them and how it might feel to run my hands up over my smooth stomach and cup them in my palms, feeling their softness and fullness, stroking my nipples into hard points.
"Nothing too big," I replied eventually. I nodded towards a girl in a jazzy yellow and blue bikini. "Like those".
"Good choice. Not too big, not too small. They'd look really sexy on you," he said.
He reached out and casually brushed the back of his hand against one of my nipples.
"Can you imagine it?"
There was no doubt I could. My balls and my asshole were involuntarily contracting at the thought.
"Oh yes, can I".
"So can I," he said "but I promised you that we'd work on your nipples first. What do you say we go home and make a start?"
We walked back to the car in silence. The idea of having real breasts had really excited me and Gerald's promise to a start making my nipples bigger, both combined to give me yet another throbbing hard-on. I slipped one hand into the pocket of my trousers in an effort to keep it less obvious but even this proved not to be easy. As well as feeling my hardness through the lining of the pocket, I could of course also feel the stocking top, the taut suspender and the gloriously soft satin panties. In the end, I finished up half trying to hide my erection and half stroking it into a bigger and harder length of flesh. Gerald watched my obvious discomfort with amusement.
Maddeningly, he insisted that we stop for drink whilst on the way home and pulled in to a public house near the seafront. We sat on a terrace overlooking the beach and watched the sunlight sparkle on the water. I knew that he was teasing me, prolonging the agony of anticipation for the next part of my education.
"There's someone I want you to meet," he said. "His name's Charles and apart from the fact that he's just about the biggest Queen I've ever met, he and I have been friends for years. He's bit of a shock at first but I know you'll like him".
"A shock in what way?"
"Well, lets put it this way. He's quite tubby, very, very effeminate and in every way imaginable, totally larger than life. Anyway, you'll see soon enough. I've invited him over after dinner".
At that moment, "after dinner" wasn't very high on my list of priorities. By now I was itching to know the contents of the carrier bags in the car and to get back for my nipple treatment
"Can we go yet?"
Gerald checked his watch. "Yes, OK, Mrs Warren should be finished by now".
I'd forgotten about his housekeeper and felt a brief rush of embarrassment at the state in which we had left his bed.
"Doesn't she ever ask about your, er, guests?"
"No, never. That's one of the reasons I employ her," he said. "She gets paid above average and I get complete discretion on her part. It's a good arrangement".
Despite his assurances, I was glad to find the house was empty when we got back. It had obviously been cleaned and the smell of lavender furniture polish hung in the air. Gerald had taken the carrier bags from the car and had started up the stairs.
"Come on," he said, looking over his shoulder.
The bedroom was clean and tidy and the bed was freshly made. Gerald threw the bags onto it and walked across to open the windows.
He came back over to me and stood close, looking down at me.
"You know, you really are lovely", he said and bent down to kiss me.
His lips brushed mine for a moment and then he continued to give me little kisses across my upper lip and on my cheeks. His gentle hands held my face as he softly kissed my eyelids and eyebrows and then he kissed his way down the slope of my nose. He licked gently across my lower lip before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me properly.
He pulled back and started to unbutton my shirt.
"I hope you like what I've got for you".
The shirt slipped from my shoulders and he spent a few moments stroking his long, elegant fingers over my back and chest. Next, he knelt in front of me and slipped off each of my shoes amd then he undid my trousers and pulled them down. I raised each foot to help him and when my nylon-covered legs were free, he sat back on his heels and looked at me.
"So, beautiful," he murmured.
He leant forward again and pressed his face into my panties. I could feel his cheek pressing against my erect cock and his hands travelled up the back of my stockings to clutch my satin covered buttocks.
Gerald rested like that for several minutes, rubbing his cheek across the hard outline of my shaft.
"You feel so good," he said at last. "I wish you could stay here".
I brushed my hands through his hair and held his head to me.
"Me too," I said and added "I mean it, I really do".
A few moments later I felt him undo the suspender clips and then he rolled the stockings down my legs. Then he undid the suspender belt and finally dropped my panties around my ankles. I stepped out of them and leant down to pick them up. The tissue I had used to soak up my precum was sodden and the wet patches on the satin had dried to a white crust.
Gerald took them from me and scooping up the rest of my things, dropped them in the laundry basket.
"Mrs W can take care of them. They'll be good as new".
He walked over to the bed and sorted through the bags. He handed me a long black silk robe. It was trimmed with red lace and fastened with a red silk belt. I put it on and shivered with pleasure as it caressed my skin. My slightly wilted cock pulsed back into full hardness.
"I don't think this is ever going to go down", I said pointing at it.
Gerald took a tissue from the side of the bed and came over to me.
"Mmm, goodie", he smiled.
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