Date: Mon, 04 Oct 2004 10:03:33 +0000
From: Rob H <robz8000@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sarah's Story 1

Sarah's Story (c)
By
Rob Henson


Chapter 1 - Sarah is born

There were three points in Simon Lindley's early life, whereby if certain
events had taken a different course, things would not have turned out as
they did. This was the first of these.

"Goodnight darling, we'll be off soon." It was his Mother, Clair.

Simon was six years old and just beginning to realise how complicated life
could be. He was a quite, thoughtful child who would suck in the knowledge
of the world around him and ponder on its meaning until some conclusion or
other floated to the surface. He would then often nod to himself, almost
imperceptibly, as something fell into place before moving on to the next
mystery life was ready to reveal. He was slightly shorter than his friends
of the same age with thick, dark-brown hair, which was just too long for a
boy, and a serious look until he smiled that is, when his whole face would
glow and he would become a different person. Everyone who knew him liked
him, especially for his easy going nature; he never had a bad thought about
anyone and would always find something nice to say about the most loathsome
of characters in his class. This earned him the respect of all who knew him.

His features were soft for a boys' which, as a baby, caused many to mistake
him for a girl, something that continued into childhood when, on the odd
occasions, he wasn't wearing what were obviously boys' clothes. Simon got
his soft looks from Clair, who whilst not a great beauty was extremely
attractive, keeping her figure slim through excise and dieting, something
her husband, Richard, was externally appreciative of. They will still very
much in love, always holding hands or kissing, which Simon's friends'
parents never seemed to do at least when he was around anyway. Clair was in
her early thirties and worked at a solicitors office in Warwick, where they
lived. She was tall and always looked elegant spending time choosing the
clothes that suited her best. She kept her hair short which accentuated her
features and her make-up was always immaculate. If was as if the
professional approach required for her job spilled over into how she ran her
life and the appearance she needed to foster. Simon, of course, had no idea
what a solicitor was but knew she worked hard and he loved her very much.

"Della is downstairs with her boyfriend, so be good." What else would he be,
wasn't he was always good when the babysitter was around?

Della had been looking after him on and off for about two years and they had
got to know each other quite well and she liked him a lot. Simon was not at
all like her own brother who was slightly older and forever causing her
problems. She had just had her sixteenth birthday and was turning into a
pretty young woman which had the side effect of attracting boys to her just
as the chimes of an ice cream van stir the taste buds of eager young
children. Clair remembered what it was like when you had a boyfriend but
nowhere to go and so she was happy for Della to have someone to keep her
company while she looked after Simon. However she didn't need to be an
oracle to know what they probably got up to once Simon was asleep.

"Daddy will be in soon to say goodnight and don't read for too long," Clair
said kissing him on the forehead.

"'night Mum," Simon continued reading his new comic which was all about
Cowboys and Indians, his favourite stories. A few minutes later Richard, his
father, came in and sat on the bed.

"Hi ya champ," he beamed stroking Simon's cheek with the back his strong
fingers, "we did good today, well done. Don't know what I would have done
without you."

They had been fixing the plumbing and Simon's job was to look after the
tools and to hold all the important, tricky things that were too small for
grown-ups to handle. He loved it when his dad called him champ. He sat up
and gave his Dad and big hug. Richard worked as a factory manager not far
away to the north of Warwick and had spent a lot time with Simon during his
early years. Simon loved the attention and was in awe of how much his Dad
seem to know about everything. There was hardly a question that he put that
Richard didn't have some sort of response to and what was even better,
Richard always seemed to get him to figure the answer out for himself first
which made him feel great when he managed to.

"'night Dad, see you tomorrow." He loved his Dad as well, of course, but in
a different way, much more like best mates.

It was Clair and Richard's seventh wedding anniversary and they were going
to a new restaurant in town. Simon heard the front door shut and went back
to reading his comic. As he turned the last page he put down the comic and
turned off the light. He considered going to sleep for a few minutes but did
not really feel tired and was wondering what to do next when he heard a
giggling sound from downstairs. He got up and crept along the hall very
quietly pretending to be a Red Indian tracker just like the one he had been
reading about in his comic. He silently made his way down the stairs to the
lounge and could see Della and her boyfriend through the gap in the door,
cuddling and kissing on the sofa.

"Stop it you'll wake him up," giggled Della. Her new boyfriend was tickling
her and she could not control her laughter.

"What do you mean him, I thought you were baby-sitting a girl. Didn't I see
her last time I was here?"

"No silly, that was a boy, his name is Simon."

"Well never mind about that now give' us a kiss."

They snuggled up on the sofa and the noise diminished but there was
something odd going on. His hand was right up inside her skirt and Simon
could see Della stocking tops just like his Mum sometimes wore. He almost
laughed out loud at the scene and had to put his hand to his mouth quickly
to stop the noise. Why would anyone want to put their hand up a girls skirt?
Yuk, he thought, some people are really strange. He watched for a few more
minutes and then went back up stairs deciding to stop off in the bathroom on
his way to bed.

As he stood by the toilet bowl waiting for something to happen he noticed
Clair's clothes on the chair. There was the skirt she had worn that day and
her blouse, her funny bra thing and her tights and panties. Her high heeled
shoes were also under the chair. He picked up the tights from the pile and
rubbed them against his cheek, feeling how smooth they were and remembering
how they looked when they were on his mothers legs. He wondered what they
would feel like to wear. He went over and locked the bathroom door and then
slipped off his pyjama trousers. He put his fingers in the leg part just
like he had seen his Mum do and then pulled it over his toes and up his leg.
It was a strange feeling and quite nice. He did the same with the other leg
and pulled them up over his waist. They were obviously too big for him but
the leg parts fitted snugly. He turned and looked in the mirror. His pyjama
top looked a bit like a short dress and with his long hair he noticed that
he definitely had the appearance of a girl. It was a very nice feeling. He
then decided to try on the shoes which were also too big and very high. How
did girls walk in these he thought? He took a couple of steps around the
room and looked again in the full length wall mirror. It was odd. He knew he
was a boy but could see a girl moving around where Simon should have been.
It really felt quite thrilling. He heard another noise downstairs and
quickly got undressed, put all the cloths back on the chair and flushed the
toilet.

Simon had enjoyed the feeling of wearing his Mums clothes but curiously he
only did it two or three more times before forgetting about it completely
until many years later. However a significant line had been crossed which
would dictate his ultimate future. Something inside his sub-conscious now
recognised that he had enjoyed the feeling of being a girl and the
sub-conscious never forgets these things.

The second significant event occurred just a few years later. Clair worked
in the centre of Warwick and usually dropped Simon off at school on her way
in to the office. During the holidays when Clair and Richard were out
working Clair's friend Janet would look after Simon. She worked from home
which was convenient for everyone. Janet had a daughter, Sally, who was
eight, a year older than Simon but they got on together very well and were
best friends even if Sally was occasionally just a little too bossy.

One day during the Easter holidays when the weather was overcast and cold,
Sally suggested they play at 'Schools'. Janet was busy in her office next to
the conservatory downstairs so Sally and Simon played in her bedroom at the
top of the house out of the way. Simon liked Sally's bedroom, it was full of
soft clothes and soft colours.

"OK, what do we have to do?"

Sally got her blackboard and easel from the cupboard and put it near her
desk. She placed a chair in front of it.

"I'll be a teacher at my school and you can be the pupil. I have just
thought of a problem though," Sally said looking thoughtful and holding her
chin with her knuckles.

"What is it?" asked Simon.

"My school is only for girls, you will have to be a girl too. Come on you
can wear my school uniform," she got up and went to the wardrobe.

"Here you are, get undressed and put my school dress on, you're the same
size as me." Simon did as he was told but looked odd in his boys' shoes and
socks.

"Oh dear, that just look's silly," said Sally as she went to her chest of
draws. She rummaged around and then handed him a pair of her school tights
and knickers. "Put these on too while I get some shoes."

Simon was dazed for a moment but then slipped down his own pants from under
the dress. He pulled up Sally's pale green knickers and then slipped the
toes of her black tights over his feet and pulled them up his legs. Sally
returned with the shoes and he put then on too.

"That's better, you look just like a girl now, except..." She went to her
table and found a blue plastic headband which fitted nicely over Simon's
long hair and framed the soft features of his face. Simon was so caught up
in what Sally was doing he hardly had time to think although he knew he was
enjoying being Sally's girl friend.

"Perfect. Now sit down while I give you a spelling test."

They played together for the rest of the morning until Janet cane up to tell
then that lunch was ready.

"Oh ! What are you doing?" she asked alarmed at what she saw as she entered
the room.

"It's alright we're just playing schools, that's all," said Sally casually.

"I hope you're not making poor Simon do something he doesn't want to do,
young lady."

"It's OK Aunt Janet," said Simon from the behind the desk, "I like being
Sally's school friend, it's fun."

"Well, okay then if you're sure but don't let her force you into anything.
Come on lunch is ready now."

They were just finishing off their drinks after eating lunch when a
colleague of Janet's from work arrived to pick up some papers.

"This is my daughter, Sally and her friend Si..." said Janet began
introducing them but stopped suddenly.

"This is Sarah and she goes to my school," Sally interrupted quite matter of
factly and then took a last gulp of milk. "Come on the bell's gone and its
time to go back to class." Simon finished his drink, got up and followed
Sally out of the kitchen.

"She's a pretty girl," said Janet's colleague.

"Yes," said Sally thoughtfully wondering what she was going to tell Clair,
"her mother's a friend of mine."

They went upstairs but on the way back to Sally's bedroom Simon said he
wanted to go to the toilet.

"We'll go together, I need to go as well," said Sally making a statement
that wasn't going to be negotiable. Simon started to pull up his dress and
lifted the toilet seat.

"What are doing?" laughed Sally.

"I'm going to the toilet," said Simon completely confused now.

"Girls don't do it standing up, you have to sit down silly," she laughed out
loud.

"Oh, I didn't know," He pulled down his tights and knickers and sat on the
seat. When he had finished Sally did the same. It just seemed so natural
doing it this way that he never stood up again except when there was no
alternative.

"Come on slow coach, you have got a lot to learn. Back to school," said
Sally with the authority of a head-teacher. Of course, Sally had no idea how
profound that statement was.

Clair arrived at five but couldn't stay long. Janet anxiously told her what
Sally and Simon had been doing. Clair laughed.

"Oh that's alright, just so long as they weren't any trouble." Clair was
very broadminded and guessed they were just experimenting. Later when they
were in the car on the way home Simon turned to Clair.

"Mum?"

"Yes darling?"

"How did I become a boy?"

"What do you mean?" asked Clair caught slightly by surprise but she was
beginning to get used to Simon's unexpected questions by now.

"Well, did the doctor decide what I should be when I was born?"

"No darling you were already a boy when you were in my tummy." Clair was
wondering where this was leading.

"So how do you change in to a girl then?"

"What do you mean," asked Clair thinking back to what Janet had told her.

"What would I have to do to become a girl?"

"Well ... it is possible but quite difficult," said Clair cautiously not
really wanting to go down this track any more, "why do you ask?"

Simon thought for moment.

"I think someone made a mistake when I was born and I should have been a
girl, that's all."

Simon went quiet just looking out of the window, Clair didn't want to push
him. She was struck, though, by the finality in his voice, as if he had come
to the only, logical conclusion to a particular set of circumstances.
Eventually she asked what he was thinking.

"I was just wondering if we are still having spaghetti bolognese for dinner
like you promised this morning." Clare laughed out loud and Simon never
understood why.

Simon grew into his teens, gradually realising his body was changing as all
teenagers discover at some stage, and a number of times recently he had felt
a strange tingling sensation around his penis when he had been running or
climbing up the ropes at school. One night while laying in bed on his tummy
he felt it again and began rotating his hips into the mattress until he had
his first climax. He was a bit anxious about what had come out; he had never
seen cum before and had no idea what it was. No matter though he had enjoyed
the feeling and knew he would be doing it again.

One day soon after, he had just finished having a bath when he noticed
Clair's clothes on the chair. He suddenly remembered, all those years
before, when he had tried them on one evening while his parents were out.
Yes, he recalled how good it felt and his cock began to harden as he stood
there reminiscing. He quickly dried off and put all of her clothes on. First
her pink panties and then the tights. He had seen her putting them on many
time by now and could do it easily. First place your hand into the toe part
and then pull them up the your arm making sure you don't put your fingers
through the nylon. Then pull them over your toes and up your leg. First one
and then the other. He had not yet fully reached puberty and his legs were
still smooth as he pulled up the second and straightened them over his
waist. He realised he was breathing fast and his cock was harder than it had
ever been when he had been playing with himself in bed at night. This was
fantastic, what a discovery he had made. He knew also that it was somehow
not quite right but he did not care. He knew that would not be a problem for
him, his growing self assurance took care of that for him.

He looked in the mirror and was pleased with the image. He had kept his
longish hair and his soft features did not look at all out of place with the
other half of the image down below. He saw her dress over the back of the
chair and stepped into it pushing his arm into the sleeves and struggling
with the zip. Oops, he thought, I have forgotten the bra, might as well make
it complete. Once again he had noticed how his Mum used to put it on
backwards to make it easier to clip and then turned it around placing her
arms through he straps. He did up the dress once again. Finally he put on
her high heels and turned back to the mirror. He was thirteen now and about
the same size as Clair in all respects. Everything fitted him perfectly. It
was a wonderful picture and he stood there admiring himself for sometime.
Finally he sat on the chair, lifted the dress and pulled the nylon panties
back until his solid cock was free and he then spent the next fifteen
minutes bringing himself off in the most beautiful and sensual way hardly
able to take his eyes away from the beautiful image in the mirror.

The next couple of years were busy for him, new friends made and lost at
school, home-work and exams and, of course, his most importantly his special
hobby. He would find his way to the laundry basket most afternoons when he
got home from school and had a couple of hours to himself before Richard and
Clair came home from work. Sometimes he would borrow a dress from the
cupboard where he knew Clair kept her older clothes and occasionally he
would experiment with her make-up always being extra careful to leave things
as he had found them.

More than that he was beginning to think about his sexuality. He had many
friends, both boys and girls and, as he reached his teens, the various
attractions and crushes started to kick in. Deep inside he still felt like a
girl but it rarely came to the fore remaining something more natural and
obvious without the need to be expressed explicitly, except when he dressed
of course. He was always friendly and people liked to be with him taking his
advice and sometimes even acting as a councillor when couples he knew went
through a rocky times as they often did with teen relationships. Lately
though he had noticed a more distinct change. He had had a few girl friends
but that was expected, and they had got up to the usual things that young
teens do, playing, kissing and petting although he never really enjoyed
those experiences as much as his friends seemed to do. One boy in particular
noticed this and suggested they go out for the evening, as friends of
course. The boy was known to be gay but there was never a problem with that
in the group Simon mixed with. The inevitable happened and that night Simon
was left thinking about whether was gay too.

They had gone back to Peter's house and played music in the bedroom. Peter's
parents had gone out for the evening so they had the house to themselves.
Peter was tall and handsome and not particularly effeminate, indeed one
would not have guessed at his sexuality had they not known about it. Peter
gradually sidled up to Simon and put his arm around his neck. They were
laughing about something that had happened at school but when their eyes met
Peter moved forward and they kissed. It wasn't unpleasant for Simon, in fact
he was beginning to enjoy it especially when Peter undid his trousers and
stroked him, very slowly. They ended up masturbating each other until it was
time for Simon to leave.

Simon thought about the experience and how nice it was, over the next few
days although there was still something not quite right, he had the feeling
it could have been even better but he didn't know how. He then began to
realise why. He found he was wishing that he been wearing Clair's clothes
while he had been with Peter. It took a further few months and another close
friendship for him to realise what this really meant.

Simon got to know Ben very well. Ben was 17, a year older than Simon, and
lived on the other side of Warwick. They met when the group was out and
about and frequently found themselves talking together whenever they were
near each other. Ben too had a confident air about him, always wearing the
latest designer fashions with a hair-style that never seemed to look the
same twice. His black leather jacket was his pride and joy.

Ben had had a number of girlfriends some of whom still hung around the
group. However, no one in the group knew that he had also had a boyfriend.
It was after the second encounter with him that Ben had realised he was
probably bisexual. Things calmed down for him after that as he accepted his
sexuality but he continued to keep the male side of his sex life discreet,
for the time being anyway. The boys he had been with eventually moved away
and hadn't really known any of the group in any case.

When he first saw Simon he knew he was attracted to him but something seemed
different this time and he wasn't sure what it was. Simon was good looking
but in a pretty rather than handsome way. It was as if both sides of his
sexuality had come together all at once, something he had never felt before.
He knew he would have to get to know Simon better, maybe even to seduce him.
Ben was intrigued by this image and knew would have to make a play. He would
do it slowly and gently though, getting to know him as a friend before
making any sort of move. He spent the next few months becoming better
acquainted with Simon, earning his trust and waiting for the right moment to
arrive which it did soon after.





Chapter 2 - Sarah and Ben

It was coming up to Easter when, one evening in the coffee bar the group
sometimes used Ben turned to Simon and put a proposition to him. They had
become good friends over the months going out together on occasion and
visiting each others houses to listen to music or just chill out. They
shared the same taste in music and video games which they played late into
the night. The affinity was strong but never questioned or analysed. Both
were mature enough to recognise that many allegiances were made and broken
during teenage years and they were happy to simply enjoy each others company
for a while.

"My Sister is going away for the weekend with her husband, Geoff, and she
asked me if I would stay there for a few days to look after the dogs. Fancy
coming ? We can relax for a day or two and have some fun." said Ben.

"Yes all right," replied Simon, "where does she live?"

"In Stratford, we can go across by train it's not far. They leave Friday
morning and return on Monday night, so I though we could pack a few things
and go over Friday afternoon and come back after lunch on Monday.
Stratford's a great place with lots of good clubs if you know where to
look."

Ben arrived at one o'clock the following Friday and they walked to the
station. Each had packed a games machine, lots of games, CD's and videos as
well as a few clothes. The journey took about twenty minutes and it was only
a short walk to the house from the station. It was a large, nineteen
thirties, detached house with its own drive and high hedges in a small close
just off the Alcester Road near to the Stratford and Avon canal.

"Wow this looks grand" said Simon gazing up a the ivy covered walls looming
high above him.

"Yea, Geoff's got a really good job, running some sort of computer agency in
town. They are planning to start a family soon and they got this cheap when
it came on the market for a quick sale."

Ben had a spare key and they went in. The dogs were in the conservatory
where the door was shut. Ben liked the two terriers and they seemed to know
him too especially when he made a fuss of them and gave them chocolate
biscuits.

"We'll need to take them out for a walk a least twice a day but it's a nice
town and not very big so we can go together," said Ben.

"Sounds good to me, where's the bedroom?"

"It's upstairs I'll show you," said Ben. He shut the conservatory door and
the dogs settled down again.

"Here we are. Linda said we could use the spare rooms. You can have this one
and I'll have the bigger of the two, the one with the double bed, since she
is my sister." Ben smiled and went to his room to unpack his things. He
returned a few minutes later and saw that Simon had just tipped everything
on the bed and was about to put his clothes away.

"How about we rent a video tonight and get a pizza?" asked Ben "What's the
matter?"

Simon had opened one of the draws to put his clothes away and found it was
full of Linda's underwear - panties, bras, tights and slips. He opened
another draw and found that it was also full of her clothes.

"Look, am I in the right room, these seem to be full Linda's things?" Simon
asked slightly alarmed.

"Yea, this is right, their room's is down the hall. She was always magpie at
home, never threw anything away."

Ben went to the built in wardrobe and opened it. It was full of her older
dresses, skirts coats and shoes as well as out of season outfits.

"I remember some of these things from when she was at home, she hasn't worn
them for ages." He pushed the hangers to one side holding out the dresses so
Simon could see them. Simon eventually found an empty draw at the bottom of
the chest and put his things away.

"Mmmm, that does give me an idea though," said Ben his eyes sparkling.

"What do you mean?" asked Simon nervously, curious to know what he might
have planned.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you later, it will be fun you'll see" and they went
downstairs to feed the dogs.

That evening they stayed up late playing computer games and watching TV. The
next day was Saturday so they both slept in late. As the morning drew on
they took the dogs out to the common to give them their exercise.

"So what are we going to do tonight," said Simon as they sat down on the
sofa with some coffee. Ben had prepared lunch and used the last of the food
since Linda had almost emptied the fridge before she left. Ben sat down
close to Simon so that there shoulders were touching.

"Well, I have an idea which I think you might like," said Ben, "How about we
take the dogs about for a walk this evening only this time I take someone
else?"

"I don't understand, what do you mean? Who are you going to take?" asked
Simon puzzled.

"Well, my young friend, we could have some fun. How about if you got dressed
up in Linda's clothes and we went out with you as my girlfriend. I have a
feeling that you might like that, mmm?"

Simon turned to Ben alarmed.

"Dress in Linda's things? I don't know. What would she think and what if
someone saw us? I'm not sure. If we got caught we'd be in real trouble,"
said Simon nervously.

"That's interesting, I notice you haven't objected to doing it though, am I
right?"

Simon lowered his eyes and nodded. "Yes I think I would like to be your
girlfriend," he said quietly after a long pause, "but I don't know if it
would work."

Ben gently lifted his chin until their eyes met.

"Simon, I have had boyfriends as well as girlfriends but you have always
been different. When I have been with you it always seemed like I was with a
girl, or rather it feels like something in between. It's odd but its not
like being gay at all. You could easily pass for a girl especially with you
long hair. Why don't you get ready and we'll see how you look. Believe me I
don't not want to walk around town and feel embarrassed either so if I don't
think it is going to work I'll tell you, in which case we can just stay in
and have some fun here instead. What do you think?

"I suppose so, but do you think Linda will mind?" asked Simon.

"She won't ever know. I just told her I would be bringing a friend and I
think she assumed it would be girl in any case. Besides everything you need
will be in your room I'm sure. Like I said Linda never throws anything away.
You won't need to go into her bedroom or use her things at all."

"Go on, you get ready while I go to the shops to get us some food for the
week-end and I'll see you when I get back. I think this won't be your first
time dressed either so I'm sure you'll look great. We'll decide what to do
then."

Ben got up to check what was needed in the kitchen and Simon went upstairs
to get ready. As he entered his bedroom the full realisation of their
decision begun to dawn on him and his stomach turned over. He was thrilled
at the opportunity that had arisen but extremely nervous at the same time.
Afterall this would be the first time he had ever been out fully dressed
including wearing make-up which he hoped he would find in the wardrobe.

First he went to run the bath using more perfume salts than he should have
but he really wanted to look and smell his best for Ben tonight. If he was
going to do this it had to be perfect. He quickly got undressed and slipped
in to the hot, steamy water thinking about what he might wear. Linda
certainly has wonderful choice of clothes and that is just the ones she no
longer wore. He washed his body with the creamy soap and checked his legs
which were smooth. He still had little body hair which seemed to be a family
trait and certainly made life easier for him. He got out and wandered back
to his bedroom and started to gather all the things he would need. In the
draws he found a matching set of underwear but then had to decide between
tights or stockings. He chose the tights in the end since he wanted to wear
on of Linda's short dresses which he knew would show off his nice legs. He
pulled up the pink, shinny nylon panties and tucked his cock into the
gusset. He was very excited now and his breaths were coming quickly but his
cock stayed soft which was good because he did not want to ruin the line of
the dress.

He had noticed recently that he never played with himself as much as he used
to in the early days when he got dressed. It still excited him sexually but
he much preferred the feeling of tranquillity and comfort of 'being a girl'
sometimes without masturbating at all. He began to wonder if this more than
just a fetish and whether there were deeper changes occurring.

He found a pair of dark tan tights and pulled them over his arm like he had
done hundreds of times. He loved the feeling of pulling the soft smooth
nylon up one leg and then the other. He pulled the waistband over his hips
and cheeked himself in the large mirror by the wardrobe. He turned a few
times and saw how shapely his legs looked and noticed how much better they
will be in high heels. He put on the bra and used some of the stockings from
the draw to give him a nice feminine shape. It wasn't perfect but good
enough to pass he thought. He then went to explore the depths of the
wardrobe and found an assortment of things he would love to wear. It then
occurred to him that if this was successful and especially if Ben really
liked what he had done, he might be able to stay as a girl the whole
week-end since no one around here knew him in any case.

He also found a small case of make-up in the bottom of the cupboard and a
box with some Jewellery. It wasn't expensive but just simple things to go
with the different costumes. This room was turning out to be a real treasure
trove for him.
He found a short dress in blue with long sleeves and white cuffs which
looked simple but sexy at the same time. He stepped in to it and pulled it
up his legs feeling the nylon lining on his tights. He leaned back and
pulled up the zipper and attached the clip. It was good the way the dress
pulled in tight giving him a shape. Perhaps he'll try one of those basques
in the lower draw while he was staying at the house. That would certainly
pull his figure in he thought. He slipped on a pair of blue medium heels and
set to work on the make-up.

He used a very light cream which hardly showed when it dried but gave his
face a lovely smooth texture. He applied the eyeliner and shadow choosing a
blue to go with the dress. Then the mascara for his eye lashes. He put it on
thick which really made the difference to his appearance and finally a deep
red lipstick. He checked in the mirror and was pleased, not overdone but
very effective, he was getting good at this he thought. He heard the door
slam and Ben shouted up.

"Don't come up, I'll be down in a minute," Simon called back.

He found some clip on earrings, two rings, a slim necklace and bracelet,
with some perfume from the bathroom completing the task. He was now ready to
tidy up his hair. Once dry it had gone thick again so he simply parted it in
the middle and backcombed the front section. This gave him the very femme
appearance he wanted. He stood up once again and turned a few times checking
in the mirror all the which for the slightest discrepancy or possible
problem. He could found none and was very pleased with his appearance, more
to the point though he hoped Ben would appreciate his efforts. He found a
short coat that went with the dress and went downstairs to the kitchen where
Ben was putting the last of the groceries away.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Simon standing in the doorway in a
deliberately softened voice. Ben turned and his jaw dropped.

"My god, is it really you, I can't believe it" Ben went quite and just
looked Simon up and down.

"You look.... well.... beautiful, fantastic but how ....?" He stopped again,
running out of words and just stood there looking some more. Simon lowered
his eyes.

"I do look nice then?" Simon asked sheepishly misreading Ben silence.

Ben walked over, held Simon by the arm and kissed him on the forehead.

"You look absolutely ravishing, I just can't believe it's the same person I
left and hour ago, you look older and I can still see it is still Simon but
your different, you're beautiful," Ben smiled, "but we can't keep calling
you Simon, do you have a girls name?"

There was hint in his voice that he knew Simon would have given himself a
name when he had dressed previously.

"I was thinking about it while I was getting ready and I think I like the
name Sarah." Simon had remembered his time with Sally all those years ago.

"That's a nice name and it suits you very well. Come on then my gorgeous
Sarah, do you feel like going out now?"

"Do you really think we should?" Sarah was nervous again.

"Of course, the only problem you're going to have to face is fighting off
the boys. Here let me help you with your coat and then I'll go and get the
dogs."

They left the house, crossing the road into the industrial estate and walked
up the hill. Halfway up was a gap in the hedge that led down to the canal
path. The canal had been built in the early nineteenth century by a
contingent of Irish immigrants desperate for any work they could get. The
water was murky and had probably never known a time when visibility was more
than a few centimetres. The path by the side of the canal was narrow and the
dogs were enjoying themselves exploring the hedge rows and long grass. Ben
had let them have a long rein which they took every advantage of. The sky
was cloudy but bright with few other people using the path even though it
was the week-end.

Sarah made little conscious effort to assume her new role, it just seemed to
come quite naturally. Her steps were short and her feet were more in line
when she walked than a boys would be with her wrist turned slightly out. She
enjoyed the feeling of the nylon on her legs and the slight chill on her
thighs and calves. She also noticed the sound of her high heels as they
tapped along the path. She sighed audibly which Ben immediately noticed.

"Are you OK ?" he asked also sensing the tension in her arm as she held on
to him while they walked.

"Yes I'm fine," she said, "I was just thinking how nice this feels and how
natural" said Sarah. "I am beginning to think that I don't want to stop."

"Well, you don't have to, for a while anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I can see this wasn't the first time you have dressed as Sarah but
you have never been out like this, right?" Sarah nodded. "So, we are here
until Monday and you can stay as Sarah until then if you want to. I have to
warn you though, if you carry on looking like that I will not be responsible
for what I might do" they both laughed. Sarah fell silent for a few minutes
and then spoke softly.

"I think I should like to stay as Sarah for while so long as you don't mind.
In fact I was rather hoping you might do something rather irresponsible at
some point" she said quietly. They stopped walking and Ben turned towards
her. He smiled and their lips met, fleetingly at first but then deeper as
they shared there first kiss together.

They walked slowly on her arm resting in his as they stopped at the lock to
watch the boats negotiating the artificial water steps. They passed a quay
where there were a number of old looking narrow-boats tied up, some with
their owners drinking early evening aperitifs at he back. Although they
looked similar they were nothing like the original haulers of the industrial
age. They were the long boats, not of the Viking hoards but of a more recent
warrior, the builders of a modern industrial empire. The genuine boats would
have been filled to the brim, not with the amenities one would need for a
comfortable holiday on the water, but with coal. The owner's family would
have lived at the end of the boat, near the rudder in just a few square
meters of very cramped space. And their horse would have spent its life on
the river bank hardly ever having the time to frolic in the fields even
though they would pass many during the day. They watched one of the
narrow-boats enter the single gated lock which was designed and built with
space for just for one boat, no yachts or cabin cruisers were welcome here.
They passed under the narrow bridges and followed the path round and doubled
back on themselves to cross a small bridge.

"Why did it do that?" asked Sarah looking back at the strange monument.

"It's a clever way of getting the horses onto the other side of the canal
without unhitching them," explained Ben who seemed to know everything.
Eventually they arrived at Bancroft basin which was the last morning point
before joining the languid River Avon. Sarah noticed the Shakespeare Theatre
on the other side of the gardens and smiled to herself thinking of the many
plays that had performed there with there over abundance of girls pretending
to be boys at various times. Perhaps she was redressing the balance just a
little bit. They bought some cold drinks and sat by the river watching the
robotic skullers pumping their way up over the smooth water to the
consternation of the swans and coots who weren't at all impressed at having
to frantically move out of the way. Sarah moved closer to Ban and rested her
head on his shoulder. He slipped his hand onto her leg gently rubbing her
nyloned thigh and sensually playing with her knee.

"Come on," said Ben, "I think its time we went back and had a cuddle."

"I hope we do more than that," said Sarah holding on to Ben even tighter.

It was dark by the time they got back to the house and Ben settled the dogs
down for the night. Sarah had removed her shoes and was sitting on the sofa.
Ben sat down and put his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into him.

"You really look amazing," he said again still not really believing what he
saw. Sarah smiled and their lips met once again. They wrapped their arms
around each other and held each other close. Ben ran his finger through her
hair and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and lay back as he caressed
her nylon covered thighs. She loved the feel of his hands running up and
down her leg.

She slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and slid her hands over his strong
chest pinching his nipples as she went. She heard him groan and he writhed
in the seat. Very slowly she moved her hand down and undid the clip on his
jeans pulling the zip open very slowly. She could feel how big he was by now
and slipped her fingers inside his pants and took his solid cock in her
hands, squeezing it gently. He lay back and groaned again. She knew what he
wanted, it was what all men wanted, to feel the lips of a beautiful lady
around the head of their cock. She moved down and kissed the large head that
was showing between her fingers and then took it fully into her mouth
rocking he head from side to side.

"Oh Sarah, don't stop, don't stop" She loved to hear these words at last
after so many years of exploring her identity. She was now convinced what
the future, near future at least, would be like. She sucked harder and
harder until she felt him push the head deep into her mouth as he started to
pump his thick cum into her throat. She took it all and carried on sucking
until he was dry and spent. She lifted her head and they kissed again.

"God that was wonderful," Ben said quietly.

"Good, because we have a few days left yet," she said with a big sparkle in
her eyes, "and I think Simon should disappear completely for a while."

The next morning Sarah was up early. She looked into Ben's room but he was
still sleeping. Although it was late when they went to bed they had gone to
their own rooms which seemed the natural thing to do.

Good, she thought, this will give me time to get ready. She had decided to
spend the rest of their time together as Sarah and had packed Simon clothes
back in the holdall, she wouldn't need them again until Monday morning. She
had another look through the wardrobes and draws in her room and couldn't
believe the amount of clothes Bens sister owned and these weren't even her
current ones.

She decided to really go to town and look her best for Ben this time. She
set the bath running and then prepared everything she needed. She had found
a whole range of nail varnishes in the bathroom and set to work shaping her
nails. Since she never chewed and rarely cut them they were quite long so
she was able to shape them into something quite feminine. The bath was ready
and she had a long soak in the oil and perfume rich lather. She washed her
hair again and trimmed her eyebrows into a thin line. Although she was dark
her hair was not prominent and didn't require much trimming. She dried off
and used some of Linda's talc, quite liberally and wallowed in the rich
perfume smell.

She went to the dressing table and opened the top draw where she had found
Linda's underwear. Suddenly she began to feel exited again and her cock
swelled in anticipation. She would have some fun this time she thought while
Ben was still asleep. She found a pink set which consisted of matching bra,
panties and suspender belt. Surprisingly perhaps, she had never worn
stockings in all the time she had been dressing. She had seen them in
Clair's room but much preferred the look of tights especially when she wore
short skirts. She fingered the plastic buttons and became aware of what she
might be missing. Yes perhaps she would wear stockings tonight but not now,
during the day she wanted to show off her sexy legs again.

She pulled on the panties and clipped up the bra padding it with Linda's
tights and then chose the colour she wanted for her nails. She was really
enjoying the moment taking her time and savouring every second as she
transformed into the girl that she was beginning to realise was slowly, day
by day, taking over her personality. She found a bright red bottle and
varnished her toes and, while they were drying did the same with her finger
nails. When she had finished she held them up to dry and admired the look.
Her finger were slim and lady-like to begin with, now though no one would
take them for a boys.

She found a light pair of tights in the draw and pulled one leg over her
fingers. She noticed that the toes weren't reinforced and remembered how her
mum liked that type to wear with sandals especially if your toes were
varnished. She would remember that for later. She pulled them over her
freshly painted toes and then up her foot and around the heel. She then work
it slowly up her leg until just above her knee. Next came the other leg in
the same way, this time pulling the nylon al the way up to her thigh before
returning to the first leg again. Carefully she played the nylon out through
her fingers until the tights were snugly in place. Her toes looked very sexy
and she caught a glimpse of her legs in the full length mirror. Her legs
were defiantly her best feature, she thought.

Now, what type of shoes? She loved high heels and had becoming quite adept
at walking in them but they were not too practical for the house. She found
a pair of dark green medium heels and slipped them on. She would save the
blue high heels she had found for when they went out. She had also noticed a
number of slips hanging in the wardrobe. She had never worn these before.
She felt the smooth satin run through her fingers and selected a medium
length light green slip with a lace hem. The feeling as she pulled it over
her head was incredible and she delighted in smoothing it out with her palms
and feeling the silkiness like eclectic running through her. She looked in
the mirror again and felt the flowing slip on her legs as she moved. Her
cock was so hard now it was straining inside her tights. She pulled up the
slip and eased her tights and panties down just enough for her cock to
spring free. She pulled the chair over to the mirror and sat down stroking
herself for the next ten minutes, sometimes fast and then slower until she
shot into her hand. After a moment she wiped herself clean and became decent
again. Her cock had diminished in size and she was able to tuck it well away
so that it left no bulge. Now for her hair and make-up.
She wanted to look good for Ben and make sure he never felt uncomfortable
when they went out. He seemed OK with her the night before but she would do
her best just the same. She brushed out her hair and parted it to one side
as she had the previous night. Her hair was brown, shoulder length and
fairly thick. When she finished she was pleased with the famine appearance.
She took her time over her makeup ensuring every bit was in place and
correct. First the light green eye blush to go with the dress she had chosen
for that day, and then the mascara. This was more tricky and took time but
she was happy with the result. This alone changed her appearance the most to
that of a young woman rather than a girl. Next some blusher for her cheeks
and finally lipstick, pink this time.

She didn't bother with jewellery during the day but decided she would
tonight after she had changed. Now for the green sleeved dress she had found
in the back of the wardrobe. It seemed quite old but had been dry cleaned
recently and still looked good. It was quite short and she had selected it
to give the maximum effect to her legs. She pulled it slowly over her knees
and placed her arm in the sleeves. The zip and clip were a bit awkward but
she finally managed. She straightened the dress with her palms and looked in
the full length mirror. She was ready and looked great; not only good
looking but sexy too. She walked around the room a few times and then went
downstairs. She could hear Ben having a shower and guessed he would be down
in a few minute so she prepared a light breakfast for them both.

"Good morning, I thought I could hear....." Ben stopped as he enter the
kitchen, "Oh, you've done it again. You look fabulous. I really can't
believe it's you again."

"Why, thank you kind sir," said Sarah blushing.

"No really, you look great. We need to walk the dogs again this morning, are
you coming with me again?"

"Yes if you think I will pass OK in daylight," Sarah said hesitantly.

"If you were standing here you wouldn't ask that," Ben went over to her and
they kissed as they had the night before, long and deep.

"Wow, I can honestly say I have never had a sexier girlfriend," said Ben.
Sarah blushed again. She loved to hear all his nice comments about her
femininity.

They returned a couple of hours later and Ben went to feed the dogs. Sarah
made a couple of long, cold drinks and went to the lounge. When Ben came he
took her hands and pulled her out of the sofa.

"Come here you sex-pot, I don't know how I kept my hands off you while we
were out," Ben held her close and the kissed long and hard. Sarah felt so
good. She felt sexy and totally a girl in the hands of this handsome boy.

Ben slid his hands down her waist and kissed her neck. She threw her head
back and he kissed her throat. This was so wonderful she thought, treated as
a woman like this. Ben slid down kissing her body until he was sitting on
the sofa and nuzzled his head into her groin, running his hands up and down
her smooth nyloned legs. She held his head in her hands and moaned. She
loved the feel of her own legs in tights but someone else touching her was
almost unbearable. Both were very excited now. Sarah moaned again. Ben
pushed his head deeper into her and lifted his hands pulling her dress up as
he reached her smooth rounded bum.

"God, you have a gorgeous body." He said his hands revealing her waist. He
could see the single brown seam of her tights disappear between her legs,
her panties only just hiding the bulge now growing inside. He kissed her
tights and she moaned once more.

"Oh Ben, that feels so wonderful."

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her tights and slid them down
just enough to reveal her panties. He kissed her again and then slipped her
panties down, just an inch or so, to lie in the folds of her tights. Her
cock sprang free and stood out fully erect by now. It wasn't big, under five
inches and not thick either but it was very solid; a feminine and elegant
ladycock, almost a large clitoris really. Her balls were small and tight and
with her hard cock stretching the skin all around her groin, they had all
but disappeared giving Sarah the appearance of a feminine crutch but without
a pussy slit of course. She was completely smooth apart from a little thatch
she had left above her cock. He kissed the tip gently and it twitched with
pleasure. He kissed her again flicking his tongue across the end and then,
with his finger and thumb slowly pulled back her foreskin to reveal a small,
glistening red head. He licked her bud once more and then slipped his lips
over the head and down her shaft, pushing her cock into his mouth. He pulled
back and then pushed in again rotating his head and sucking at the same
time. Sarah was groaning continuously now and pulling his head on to her as
far it would go with her hands. He continued rub his hands up and down her
legs and around her pert little arse and sucked harder. Pushing in and out,
in and out until he took her whole length inside of him using his tongue
under her cock with each thrust.

"Please, please, harder" she moaned. He sucked hard as ordered until he
could feel every muscle in young smooth body tighten, just for a second and
then relax as she pumped his mouth full of cum. It seemed as if she would
never stop until eventually she relaxed and collapsed on the sofa.

Ben pulled up he panties and tights and set her dress again.

"There, we don't want you looking like a slut do we," he smiled.

"Oh Ben I have never cum like that before, ever, it was wonderful."

"The pleasure was all mine I can assure you," he said feeling the wet patch
in his trousers, "Come on lets watch a film."

The train rattled back towards Warwick on Monday morning while Simon gazed
through the window distractedly.

"What the matter, you look miserable? Didn't we have a good time this
week-end," asked Ben.

Simon turned and smiled "Of course we did, I am just sorry its over, that's
all."

"Well, it makes a change to see Simon again I must say, quite strange
really. Listen, I thought you looked fantastic as Sarah and if I had to
compare the two Sarah seemed to be the more natural. You need to think about
her future since I know she is not going to go away, if anything I expect
she will grow stronger. That wasn't just dressing up you were doing, its
obvious she is a big part of you and I think you are going to have some big
decisions to make at some time or other."

"I hadn't really thought about the future," said Simon quietly.


To be continued, if you wish.

Deedi also has her own story called Deedi Emerges.
Any comments and feedback gratefully received robz8000@hotmail.com

The final part of the trilogy telling how the two girls cope with their new
lives together will be called - Coming Home.