Jacqueline Bentley cruised slowly up and down the strip that comprised the main drag of her small town. She knew all the clubs and watering holes intimately, from the prestigious country and golf club right down to the most menial dockside bar. In her previous persona as Jack Bentley, she had frequented them all.
That was as a man, now she was a woman. From the high vantage of Jack Bentley's 4X4 she studied each nightclub and squirmed sensuously on the wide seat as she debated what was suitable and safe. Strangely the sensation was not one of fear, or even nervousness; but a sort of delicious anticipation as she sensed a prickly twitch of excitement sending twinges of delight through her turgid nipples and stiff little clitoris. Jacqueline Bentley was horny. Her skimpy micro dress only emphasised her vulnerability as her bra, panties and silky eight denier tights slithered within the dress's flimsy diaphanous envelope.
The spectacular heels only made driving harder as her pointed toes struggled desperately with the heavy pedals. She only wished that Jack Bentley had driven an automatic. Although she knew perfectly well how to drive 'four on the floor', the clutch was proving unwieldy and heavy. Jack's previously male foot had of course found no problem with the heavy pedals but Jacqueline's delicate little stilt heels couldn't even rock comfortably on the floor. She had to depress the pedal with a full bent-kneed leg motion pushing all the way from her hip. This full-leg action caused her panties and tights to slither inside her frock and ride up into the cleft of her butt. She made a note to avoid, 'cheese cutter' thongs until she had changed the car.
Eventually she spotted her once favourite nightspot, or more accurately, Jack's favourite spot. She hauled the 4X4 into the car park and parked directly under one of the bright corner lights for safety. The corner slot enabled her to park the driver's door close to the high kerb. This would allow her to slither down off the seat and land her unsteady heels on the high kerb without having to descend right down to the tarmac. It would also facilitate an easy climb up into the RV when she departed.
Checking to see that nobody was immediately near she shoved the heavy door open then slid slowly down whilst blindly 'groping' for the kerb with her impossibly high heels. Her body seemed to slide down forever and her flimsy frock rode up over her hips to expose her pants and tights to any body happening by. Eventually she felt kerbstone under her heels and wobbled uncertainly as she tugged urgently at her micro frock. The cool breeze wafted around her most intimate area and she glanced nervously as she savoured the delicious thrill of exposure. Fortunately, there were no men around. It was still early and she knew that the men turned up later, usually after a few beers elsewhere.
The only other vehicle moving in the car park was one she readily recognised. It was Ellie Thomas and she was approaching the same bright corner light for exactly the same reason, - safety. Jacqueline suspected that Ellie might have seen the spectacular display that her descent from the high seat had provided. Her suspicions proved right.
Ellie's eyes were wide open and shining with delight as she parked alongside. Her grin looked like a cat's that had found the cream. Jacqueline knew she had been 'caught'.
She re-arranged her frock and tweaked her thong from between her butt cheeks then leant across the seat to reach her purse. It was precisely then that Ellie walked around both cars and stood behind her. Jacqueline's face crimsoned with embarrassment as she realised she was exposing her whole butt and the miniscule crotch of her cheese-cutter panties to Ellie's admiring eyes. Hurrying to regain her modesty, she lurched backwards and dropped the purse between the high kerb and the 4X4. Looking down, she cursed with irritation.
"Damn! You startled me. I didn't expect you to get out of your car so quickly."
Ellie remained smiling as a knowing crease thinned her lips.
"That's Jack Bentley's car isn't it?"
"Uh- yes. I'm borrowing it until he returns. He's away on family business."
"Oh, that's not like Jack. He never talks about his family, -and you are?"
"Oh. I'm Jacqueline Bentley, a distant cousin. He's taking me on as a secretary to handle the Port Estate."
"Yes," agreed Ellie, "he's expecting a lot of action from that place. I'm Ellie Thomas by the way Jack and I are competitors."
"Oh, I see," pretended Jacqueline as she struggled to extract her purse.
"You shouldn't bend over in that frock like that darling, you're showing everything."
Jacqueline knew she should have crouched down with legs bent but it was virtually impossible to reach below the kerb and under the 4X4 without bending forward. Fortunately her splendid young body was proving supremely flexible and she finally recovered the purse with a stretch that dragged her frock right up over her butt. She knew she was exposing everything she'd got to Ellie's appreciative eyes.
'Damn', Jacqueline sighed privately, 'I'll have to be a damned sight more careful in future.'
As Jacqueline struggled to extricate herself from the gap between kerb and car, Ellie reached down and placed her hands under her arms to help.
Jacqueline felt the knowing fingers cup her breasts and a tingle of pleasure from her nipples sent a shudder of delight to her groin. She almost sagged back to the floor as Ellie felt her grow heavier in her arms.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes," gasped Jacqueline, as she finally recovered her composure, "just a little dizzy that's all."
"You'd better come into the club and sit down."
Grateful to have female company on her first foray as a girl, Jacqueline nodded thankfully and struggled with the heavy car door before following Ellie into the club.
As she entered a few yards behind Ellie she sensed every pair of Male eyes swivel greedily in their sockets. For the previous moments those same eyes had been savouring Ellie's still attractive thirty something figure. Now a deafening silence fell over the room as Jacqueline's spectacular twenty-year-old mind blowing body swayed into sight. Jacqueline shook with fear as the club remained deathly quiet and the atmosphere became charged like a thunderstorm. Fortunately, the experienced Ellie had anticipated this. Jacqueline was 'the new girl in town' - and what a girl.
Ellie held the ladies room door open for Jacqueline and the light shone like a beacon of sanctuary in the darkly lit club. Gratefully Jacqueline minced nervously into its haven and slumped against a cubicle door with relief. Ellie stood facing her solicitously.
"Now young lady. Have you ever been in a club like this before?"
Jacqueline wagged her head ruefully and her spectacular golden mane sent tickles of delight down her back.
"Well, I can see you need help. Do you realise what effect you had in there."
"Yes." Whispered Jacqueline nervously.
"Exactly, every man's head swivelled so hard, I shouldn't be surprised if the hospital is full tomorrow with sore necks. That body of yours is spectacular but I'm sure you know that. What you don't realise is that a single girl like you coming into this place is dynamite. Men would murder for a piece of your tail. This place will go nuclear as the word spreads. I deliberately avoided making any suggestions in the car park because I could see you were obviously inexperienced. To show you what it means when a girl like you turns up in a place like this, we are going to go out on that dance floor later on. Then you can see exactly what happens. D'you think you're ready for that?"
Jacqueline's face fell nervously to the floor. Coming through the front doors of the club had been a traumatic shock. Her feminine sensibilities seemed to have picked up every gaze, every leer and every suggestive whisper.
In the few seconds it took for every male to sense that something special had appeared, Jacqueline had gone from a confident woman to a frightened little girl. It was almost as if she had regressed to her early teenaged years and she was having to come to terms with the effect her body had on men. Fortunately, Ellie knew this as well and Jacqueline was never more thankful for her company. She felt like a young Spanish virgin being chaperoned on her first foray into adult society.
After 'repairing' their makeup, - of which Jacqueline wore almost none -, the pair finally ventured forth.
All male eyes were still focussed expectantly on the ladies room and Jacqueline felt the raw blast of testosterone as a rustle of anticipation surged through the club. She felt an urge to cling tight to Ellie and only managed to resist it by rooting through her purse and avoiding eye contact with the countless lustful leers. Finally she made the bar and was embarrassed to find several barmen clamouring to serve her. Simultaneously, several angry female glares burned through her cheeks and shoulders as other women who had been waiting to get served were ignored in the rush to where Jacqueline stood. Jacqueline had never felt more threatened and she squeezed even closer to Ellie for reassurance. Ellie placed a reassuring hand against Jacqueline's pounding breast and whispered.
"You'd better stay sober. Have an orange juice."
This advice settled Jacqueline's nerves and she adopted what she hoped was a pleasant but unprovocative smile as she ordered one plain orange juice and a diet coke. The barman, who had 'won' the dash to serve them, grinned to his colleagues and swiftly placed the glasses in front of Jacqueline. She recognised him as a long-term member of the staff who had known Jack Bentley well. There was not the slightest hint of recognition in his eyes, only lust. Jacqueline shivered nervously as she turned to see that Ellie had managed to grab the last small double table by a pillar next to the dance floor.
It was an excellent position to watch events whilst discouraging anybody from joining them uninvited.
To join them, any hopeful would have to drag an extra chair clear across the dance floor because couples and larger mixed groups occupied all the other immediate tables. Jacqueline knew with a woman's certainty that any request to take an empty chair from those tables would be resolutely refused by the jealous women in the groups. It would have to be a brave, confident, or stupid man to drag a chair across the club just to try to join them uninvited whilst risking the ridicule of outright, obvious, public rejection.
Ellie had chosen their seats well. She was a past mistress at survival tactics and the other women smiled at her benignly. They recognised the older Ellie's tactics to protect her stunning but young and inexperienced partner. It also sent out clear signals to the other women that the pair were not 'on the prowl'.
The men could only linger at the bar and gaze appreciatively until the pair got up to dance. Alternatively, it would have to be a brave pair of good dancers who would walk over and invite both women up to dance. It was still early evening however, and the dance floor was empty. Few men were that bold without a couple of drinks inside them. It was midweek and the regular dancers- the good dancers -, usually only came at weekends.
As Ellie had already warned, the action would take off a little later, when some other couples got up to dance. Then any hopeful single men would have to make that fine judgment as to when to try their hand.
Jacqueline was beginning to enjoy her feminine appreciation of the situation. She turned to Ellie and touched her arm gratefully.
"Thanks. I'd be lost without you. If Jack was here now, d'you think he'd have chanced his arm?"
Ellie gave Jacqueline a strange knowing look that sent a shiver down her spine then she nodded and smiled.
"Oh yes my dear, Jack would certainly have enjoyed this, he was an excellent dancer." She answered.
Jacqueline felt a twinge of suspicion grip her tummy as Ellie held her gaze. The uncertainty must have showed in Jacqueline's eyes for Ellie reached out and stroked her cheek affectionately. Her actions only served to unsettle Jacqueline further.
'Did Ellie know?' Wondered Jacqueline. "Why did she emphasize the past tense, -was?"
The trouble was that Jacqueline found herself being attracted to Ellie. It seemed that another aspect of Jack Bentley's previous existence that had not been changed was his sexuality. Jacqueline found herself warming to Ellie's gentle touch and that familiar tingle started to build in her nipples and clitoris. Under the table she found herself squeezing her panty-hosed legs together and savouring the silky caress of her inner thighs.
'Shit! She felt warm down there, despite the cool breeze permitted by her micro length frock. Ellie seemed to know exactly how to turn her on.'
Jacqueline felt herself extend her hand like an automaton as she reciprocated Ellie's tender gesture. Ellie's eye's met her own lingering gaze and the realisation flashed like lightening between them.
Fortunately, the dance floor was at last beginning to fill. Ellie stood to encourage Jacqueline and the younger woman rose uncertainly to take the proffered hand as she edged nervously onto the floor. For a few minutes they danced cheek to cheek and Ellie's breasts kept brushing tantalisingly against Jacqueline's stiffening nipples. Ellie sensed the turgid nodules and glanced discreetly down to confirm Jacqueline's condition.
'Yes, the poor little minx was receptive all right.'
Jacqueline followed Ellie's lowered lids and became nervous as her condition advertised itself. She tensed slightly and Ellie picked up the signal. She lifted her eyes again and smiled into Jacqueline's.
"Don't be frightened darling. If we hold each other a little tighter, no-one will notice your uhmm, - condition."
"If we hold each other a little tighter, my tits will explode!" Croaked Jacqueline as she struggled to catch her breath.
"D'you want to go to my place?" Smiled Ellie.
"Please!" Gasped Jacqueline. "My nipples feel as tight as drum skins."
Ellie (who had taken the man's dance part), span the younger girl a couple of times and pressed their breasts together for one last final erotic caress before they left the floor. The sensation sent a surge of pleasure through Jacqueline's nipples and she felt her legs sag slightly before she recovered from the shock. She felt the familiar demands stirring in her loins and stumbled slightly as she paused to recover. It was impossible to keep up with Ellie in her provocatively high heels and she stood alone on the illuminated dance floor peering through the darkened shadows. Across the club, she eventually spotted Ellie hesitating by the exit as she looked back amongst the taller male bodies. Finally, they spotted each other again and Ellie grinned at Jacqueline who was stuttering off the floor as fast as her heels would allow.
At the edge of the floor the unfamiliar heels made Jacqueline wobble again. From the shadows by the bar, a strong hand reached out to save her from falling and she squeaked with surprise as her rigid nipples came up against a thick meaty arm.
"Steady love. We'd hate for you to hurt yourself."
"Ah- Oh! Why thank you," gasped Jacqueline as the other hand moved un-necessarily to support her.
"D'you wanna dance?"
"Er, I uhmm, no thank you. I was just leaving."
"But you've only just got here."
Jacqueline smelt the beery breath and realised that this was a typical mid-week denizen of the club. A regular boozer who bellied up to the bar every night to fill up with Dutch courage, then try his hand at whatever was available. When the gorgeous blond stunner stumbled into him, he must have thought it was Christmas. His beer sodden brain saw himself as a white knight instead of a boozy slob. Jacqueline tried to slip from his embrace but the arms were just too thick and powerful.
"I said I was just leaving, now please let me go."
"Oh come on now darling. Just one little dance for your rescuer."
Jacqueline was starting to get angry. The boozer's grip was tightening and pressing her tighter against his swollen pot-bellied beer stained shirt.
She recognised him as a long shore foreman who worked down on the docks. Jack Bentley had seen him often in the bar. Jacqueline raised her voice angrily.
"I said let me go!!"
A couple of other guys saw the incident and stiffened ready to 'save the damsel in distress'. Before the scene could become ugly, a huge bouncer appeared and unwrapped the drunken longshoreman's arms from Jacky's slender waist. Jacky felt the bouncer's power as he peeled the man's arms from her slender waist and she gasped with relief. The experienced doorman was a gentle giant who had watched Jacqueline enter and immediately realised there was a serious likelihood of trouble. He had been discreetly watching out for her all night.
The regular weekday crowd were the serious drinkers and seemed to think that any woman who went clubbing mid week was an easy lay. The doorman was well aware that this was often the case but he could see this new girl was something different, something special.
As Ellie had put it earlier-, 'men would murder for a piece of Jacqueline's arse.'
Jacqueline realised she had been lucky. She watched the bouncer quietly direct the drunk back to the bar and whisper a few words in his ear before turning to address her.
"This is a bad night for pretty young single girls. Didn't you come with Miss Ellie Thomas?"
"Yes, I've lost her."
The gigantic bouncer gazed over the bobbing heads and caught Ellie's eye before turning again to Jacqueline.
"She's by the exit waiting for you."
Gratefully Jacqueline followed in the bouncer's wake as he returned to attend to the door. Once reunited with Ellie, Jacqueline felt safe again and under the bouncer's watchful gaze, they made their way to their cars. Even with the high kerb, Jacqueline still had to stretch to reach the grab handle. As she clambered into the 4X4, the effort pulled her micro frock up past her panties and she saw the bouncer's eyes widen with appreciation. He waved cheekily and Jacqueline just wasn't sure how to react. It seemed that women's clothes were designed to invite attention but it needed a very skilful woman to could handle every circumstance. Jacqueline knew she had a long way to go.
She followed Ellie's nippy little jeep and concluded that such a vehicle was ideal for a woman who had to visit all sorts of places in the nature of her work. As she entered her jeep, Ellie had simply slid her butt on the seat and modestly swivelled her closed legs inboard like a regular woman entering a car. The jeep was also high enough so she could enter without even having to bend her head.
'Yes,' thought Jacqueline, 'the little Suzuki jeep was an ideal car. It was even narrower than a conventional car and could slip easily through the traffic.'
They soon arrived at Ellie's old family home and Jacqueline's 4X4 lumbered slowly up the drive to park on the huge forecourt and dwarf Ellie's little jeep. Ellie was already in the kitchen preparing coffee and Jacqueline joined her there.
Ellie had already slipped off her own heels and offered Jacky a pair of 'guest slippers'. Gratefully Jacqueline slipped them on then slid her butt onto a kitchen stool beside the breakfast bar. They sat in silence sipping their coffee with Jacqueline deep in thought. Eventually she looked up and pulled a wry face as she spoke.
"Ellie, do I give off some sort of extra signals or something?"
Ellie grinned and wagged her head with amusement.
"If you have to ask that Jacqueline, you've got a lot of learning to do."
"Call me Jacky, it's easier. But lots of girls were wearing skirts or frocks like mine. Some were even shorter."
Ellie reached across and traced her fingers along the low neckline of Jacqueline's frock. Jacqueline shuddered with pleasure and pressed her legs together again. Ellie heard the faint whisper of her silky tights and smiled again as she let her fingers linger knowingly on Jacqueline's stiffening nipples.
"Ooohh! That's nice," murmured Jacqueline as she shifted sensuously on the stool.
"Exactly. That's the signal you were sending to every man in the club," observed Ellie as she raised her other hand and gently stroked both of Jacqueline's engorged nipples with the backs of her thumbnails.
Jacqueline let out a low groan and slid off the stool to make her way to the bedroom. Eagerly, she scampered up the stairs and Ellie had a splendid view of Jacqueline's dampening promise as she followed her up the stairs. Without hesitation Jacqueline made straight for Ellie's king sized bed and slipped her frock off in one easy motion as she flung herself with abandon across the satin sheets. In fact she almost slid across the sheets as her silky tights and bra failed to gain any grip. She gave a little squeak of surprised delight as Ellie just managed to catch her by the waistband of her tights and hold her on the bed.
"Thanks," gurgled Jacqueline as she reached up eagerly for the expected kiss.
Ellie did not disappoint the girl. She kneeled between Jacqueline's spread-eagled thighs and lowered her lips gently whilst simultaneously reaching back to unbutton her skirt and blouse. With their lips were locked together, Jacqueline helped Ellie wriggle free of her skirt and blouse then fell eagerly into a tight embrace. Ellie's satiny bra caressed the lacy frontage of Jacky's as their aroused nipples fenced provocatively in their wobbling cups.
Both girls let out low moans as their silk clad legs slithered together and they struggled to get a proper grip. The sensation only tantalised them further and both love buds began to stiffen urgently. Jacky found the new sensations delightful but it was Ellie who had to explain exactly how to bring their love-buds together. Fortunately, Jacky's flexible young limbs made the manoeuvre easy and she spread her thighs impossibly wide as Ellie brought their two starter buttons together.
Jacky was amazed at the size and stiffness of Ellie's bud. She could even feel it urgently pressing against her own bud through their tights and panties. It seemed that Ellie was able to somehow extend her bud to form a distinct nubbin sticking out from her pussy lips. Jacky simply slithered and writhed as the silky sensations of Ellie's bud engulfed her own desperate needs. For over an hour Jacky enjoyed orgasm after orgasm as she savoured the unique womanly sensations afforded by their slinky silky underwear. Then she fell asleep in Ellie's embrace. Gently, Ellie tugged the sheet over their silk clad bodies and joined Jacky in her slumbers.
Morning found them spread-eagled in abandonment as the warm sun crept across their satiated bodies. Ellie murmured sleepily and her hand wandered knowingly along the satin pillow to find Jacky's flowing locks. Softly she ran her fingers through Jacky's hair and the younger girl shuddered appreciatively as she turned to gaze with enchantment into Ellie's eyes. Ellie traced the outlines of Jacky's nipples through her bra cups and Jacky groaned with abandoned ecstasy.
Once more they embraced and indulged themselves through the silky materials of their bras and panties before finally concluding their lovemaking and reluctantly leaving the bed.
They compensated for this separation however by sharing the shower and lathering each other. Fortunately Ellie was able to find a new pair of pants for Jacky as their indulgences precluded her wearing yesterday's pair. The bra of course couldn't be substituted. Jacqueline's cups and bra size was of a rare shape and size.
As they shared breakfast, Ellie squinted questioningly into Jacky's eyes.
"Tell me darling."
"What?"
"How did you know where the bedroom was last night?"
Jacky swallowed nervously. In her previous male persona she had twice shared Ellie's bed since Ellie had recovered from her illness. As Jack Bentley, she knew perfectly well where Ellie's bedroom was. As Jacqueline however, she had never been to Ellie's house. She remained silent as her mind raced and she failed to meet Ellie's gaze.
"I- I don't know. It was the first door I tried."
"No, that's not true. You made straight for the bedroom without hesitation. You went past all the other rooms without stopping. That's five doors in all; the three empty children's rooms then their bathroom and finally the spare room. My room is the last door along the landing. Once you were inside, you even knew which was the door to my en-suite bathroom and that's identical to the other wardrobe doors.
"I don't know. Maybe it was towards the front of the house. I must have assumed your room overlooked the street."
"No," countered Ellie, "that's where you're wrong. My room looks out of the back, towards the better view over the bay. The plan of the house is quite complicated up stairs but you went straight to my bedroom door. You passed five other doors and turned three corners down the landing to walk straight into the bedroom. How did you know it was that room?"
"I- I don't know. Maybe it was intuition or something."
Ellie rested her hand on Jacky's trembling wrist as she spoke softly.
"You've been here before haven't you?"
Jacqueline stared down at the floor again. There was no way out. Ellie lifted her fingers from Jacky's wrist and gently took hold of her jaw to stare into her nervous eyes.
"Oh yes, Jack Bentley, you've been here before haven't you?"
Jacky went white then tensed and slumped forward. Ellie gently stroked the beautiful hair then took a tissue from the kitchen roll and wiped a tear away from Jacky's eye. Eventually Jacky looked up with an expression of total capitulation.
"How did you know?"
"It's too obvious my love. You were so naive in that club; you had no idea how a girl would behave. You're driving Jack's wagon. There's no sign of Jack and the commissioners are urgently seeking him to finalise the port estate deal. There's no way Jack would have missed out on a deal like that unless something serious had happened to him.
There's been nothing in the news; no accidents or bodies found. His floatplane is still at its moorings having its regular overhaul and you're driving his RV as though you own the thing. The final signal was your familiarity with my house. You've never been here before; in fact you've only been in the town since Jack disappeared. I know because I have been looking for Jack since the commissioners phoned me to tell me he hadn't shown up at the meeting in Seattle. If he doesn't show up before Monday, they'll offer the deal to me. Something's happened to Jack, and that something is you isn't it?"
As the dam broke, Jacqueline's tears flooded down Ellie's wrist and soaked the sleeve of Ellie's blouse.
Ellie gathered a whole fistful of tissues from the kitchen roll and Jacky stuffed them into her eyes in a desperate effort to stop the flow. Eventually Jacqueline's shoulders stopped heaving and she wagged her head in utter despondency as she forced the words out in nervous whisper.
"It's true. I'm Jack. Something happened to me a few days back, the morning I was booked for the land deal in Seattle. First my dick started to itch; then it disappeared altogether. Then the rest of it started. My chest started to itch, my nipples started to tingle and the next thing was, I had tits. Finally my whole body started to itch; well it was more like my skin crawling all over. My body started to tingle and a sort of outer scaly skin formed all over me. Then my body started to change shape and for a moment I couldn't breath.
The scales were all inside my mouth and everywhere. It was horrible, at one point I almost suffocated. Then the skin split around my face. It was like a snake shedding its skin. When I emerged I was like this, except for the hair. That was the last thing, it started to grow and grow until it was all the way down to my butt.
Yes, I'm Jack. Inside this bimbo's body is Jack Bentley. I don't know how you worked it all out, but it's true. You may as well phone the police right now."
Ellie's smile softened compassionately and Jacqueline stopped wiping her tears as she stared hesitantly into Ellie's sympathetic eyes.
"What?"
"I'll not phone the police just yet, I made a bit of a guess but all the signs were there. If you want you can prove you are definitely Jack."
"How?"
"Just tell me what we were talking about the last time he slept in this bed; the last time we had it together."
"That's easy, it was last Thursday night, before I was supposed to go to Seattle. We talked about old times, getting your children back out of care and how lucky you were not to catch AIDS off Andrew. I still can't see how you worked it out though. I mean the sex change thing; it's like science fiction! It is Science fiction, for God's sake!!"
Ellie nodded and squeezed Jacqueline's trembling fingers with one hand as she pushed a bunch of wayward curls back from Jacqueline's beautiful face with her free hand. Jacky smiled wanly and bit her lip as fear entered into her tear filled eyes. Elle saw the fear as Jacky's lip trembled.
"Don't be frightened my darling. I believe you. The sex change thing is not as crazy as you think. I've heard of such things before. Although your spontaneous change is something special. It's something we'll have to examine in more depth. I won't reveal your secret, if only out of respect for Jack's memory. Jack was excellent at secrets. Only Jack knew about Andrew's AIDS. He never told anybody about it.
Jack was always discreet about his affairs, both business and sexual. Jack would never have told you about anything about our last night together. If there was one thing Jack was good at, it was keeping a secret. I'll not tell anybody about you if you want to keep it a secret."
Jacqueline sagged with relief and the tears burst forth again as she slumped to the table once more. This time however, they were tears of relief. Ellie studied Jacky's shaking shoulders and left the girl to recover as she made some more coffee.
As the coffee mug clunked down before her, Jacky gratefully took it with both trembling hands and sipped cautiously to avoid spilling it. The strong black coffee had the desired effect and eventually her nerves steadied. She replaced the empty mug in front of her and Ellie held up the pot to offer more.
Jacky nodded and Ellie refilled the mug as Jacqueline added several large heaped spoonfuls of sugar. This evidence of an impossibly sweet tooth was further confirmation to Ellie, that somewhere inside that gorgeous body, Jack Bentley was probably trying to get out. In this Ellie was mistaken.
As Jacky sipped greedily at the third mug of coffee Ellie probed.
"So how do you think all this sex-change business started?"
"I don't know for sure."
"What; no pointers, no suspicions, nothing that could have possibly triggered anything off? Something you've eaten perhaps?"
"That's a bit silly. What sort of stupid idea is that?"
"Well you tell me darling. What sort of person suddenly changes sex, and very successfully I might add. You're a stunning young lady now, aren't you? If it wasn't something you ate, what was it?"
Jacky fell silent again and poured herself a fourth mug of coffee. As she loaded the sugar spoon again Ellie frowned.
"If you carry on like that darling you'll either catch fire with a caffeine overdose or explode with fat. One way or another, that gorgeous body won't be with you much longer."
Jacky nodded ruefully but nevertheless poured the strong sweet drink straight down her throat.
"Make that the last dear, you'll be levitating in a minute."
"Who are you, my mother?" Grinned Jacky.
Ellie was relieved to see a smile return to Jacqueline's beautiful features. It emboldened her to probe a little further.
"So. What's to do? Do we go to the police or a doctor, or what?"
"I don't know. Best we wait a while. I'm not sure if it's permanent."
"It looks pretty permanent to me, indeed very pretty and very permanent," smiled Ellie, "and you're quite sure you've no idea what might have triggered it?"
Jacky fell silent as she stared thoughtfully into the coffee mug.
"There's no tea leaves in there darling," grinned Ellie, "the solution must lie elsewhere."
Jacky looked up and frowned as she pushed the mug away from her.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Is it legal?"
"Yes."
Jacky hesitated again then started slowly.
"Well, I- I'm beginning to wonder if a person's mind can alter their bodily state."
"What d'you mean?"
"You know; some sort of psychosomatic subconscious thing affecting the cells of the body. Like a paranormal energy or something."
"I still don't get you," wondered Ellie.
"A sort of mind over matter thing. The mind somehow altering the body."
"Go on." Encouraged Ellie.
"Well I'm not sure I should tell you this."
"Tell me what?" Pressed Ellie, growing curioser.
Jacky sat silent for several seconds before finally broaching the subject.
"You know you said that Jack could keep a secret?"
"Yes," replied Ellie," he was a past master. Discretion was his middle name. That's why his old flames couldn't get wholly angry with him. We all knew exactly where we stood right from the outset. Nothing permanent and no marriage, he was adamant he would never get married."
"Have you ever thought why?" Asked Jacky.
"He was too busy running his business I suppose. He once told me women were a distraction if you allowed them to take too much of your time."
"That was true. Women always distracted him, but that's not the reason he wouldn't get permanently involved."
"Go on," encouraged Ellie.
"Jack Bentley admired women too much. He envied them."
"Why?" Pressed Ellie. "He had it all; good looks, good health, successful business, plenty of money; you name it. Why would he envy women?"
"Jack Bentley was a transvestite Ellie, he was terrified that if he ever married and his wife found out, she would immediately expose him and take him for everything."
It was Ellie's turn to be shocked.
"What!! Jack? A transvestite! You're joking!!"
"Why? Why would I joke about something like that?"
"You mean he wore women's clothes?"
"Exactly, that's what transvestite means, doesn't it?"
"You're not just making this up. To get back at Jack somehow."
"Jack is me Ellie. Why would I make something like that up? Why would I try to embarrass myself? Why would I want to 'get back at myself'?"
Ellie stared down at the table.
"You're not trying to make some sort of excuse are you? Someway to try and explain to yourself why you've turned into a woman, to rationalise your changes in your own mind. That would be unfair to Jack's - Jack's memory."
"Bugger Jack's memory, I've got every one of Jack's memories - and his feelings and his sexuality. What I haven't got is Jack's body."
Ellie smiled.
"But it's a good exchange. Now you've got youth and stunning looks."
"Yes, and lesbianism and nymphomania. Hell, it feels good in this body. Too bloody good! The trouble is-"
Jacky fell silent again as Ellie delved a little deeper.
"So you're not displeased with it then?"
Jacky remained silent as she weighed up the pros and cons. The longer the silence reigned, the more certain Ellie became that Jacky was enchanted with her new body. Eventually Jacky smiled weakly.
"I- I think I do prefer it. There're some things I'm a bit afraid of but on the whole it's nice. My transvestite side thoroughly enjoys the clothes. It's weird."
"And the new-found lesbianism, what's that about?" Pressed Ellie.
"That's tricky. When I see another pretty girl I get horny and feel my little clitty become stiff. It feels just like a cock, but when I reach down to grasp it, it's not there. I have to probe a little further and that makes it obvious what I'm doing."
"There are other ways to relieve it."
"I know, dildos and stuff but I'm still coming to terms with everything."
"Well it's early days yet darling. Let's say we pop into Seattle during the weekend and visit a sex shop. I'm sure we'll find something suitable."
Jacqueline pulled a wry smile and nodded as Ellie put her coat on.
"Well I've got to go to my office. Are you going into Jack's office today?"
"You mean my office." Countered Jacky.
"That's as may be pet, but try convincing anybody of that. Jack was a tall handsome man who was well known in the town. You are a pretty young bimbo who's only just arrived. You'll have trouble if you only get stopped and asked for ID. And another thing, where's Jacqueline's driving licence?"
"That's only two of the things I've got to sort. D'you think I don't realise the fix I'm in?"
"Oh I do my dear, all too well my dear," replied Ellie as she recalled her life on the streets. "Remember Jacky, you don't know much about me except what you remember as Jack and that wasn't much. I think we'll get to know each other better from now on; now you see things from a girl's perspective.
Take care now, I'll call by at your office during lunchtime and we can chat some more. Cheerio."
With these portentous words, Ellie closed the door behind her and Jacqueline was left to make her own choices.
She chose to go into her own office, -Jack's office - 'what the hell,' she thought. 'Jack or Jacky, she was still who she was!'
Her convictions lacked courage however, and she stood debating whether to take the 4X4 or walk. The shoes made her decision. She was still wearing the heels and flimsy dress from the club last night and there was no way she was going to walk the mile or so down the main street in this outfit. Reluctantly she clambered in the 4X4, -revealing everything she had again- and drove as circumspectly as she could.
Once in the flat above her office, she quickly showered again and changed into a sensible business suite, with slacks. Even so, she savoured the smooth comfortable fit as the lined slacks slithered over her pantyhose. Once again, she could not resist studying the ripe swell of her butt in the mirror and noticed the delicious scalloped panty line that advertised her lacy teddy underneath the lightweight silky slacks. The teddy doubled as the top to her outfit and she slung the jacket over the back of her chair just as Jack used to do when he got down to paperwork. She felt quite risqué as she sat with her shoulders bare and the narrow straps of the teddy providing minimal support to her ripe full breasts.
'It was just like sitting in a vest,' she smiled as she took the first letter from the mountain of accumulated mail.
Correspondence had been meat and drink to Jack and Jacqueline found it equally as easy, the only hindrance being her overly large breasts protruding onto her desk space. Posture became an issue. She found herself continually having to make allowances as her ripe glands intruded across the lower lines of the documents and the bottom edge of a letter occasionally grazed against her hypersensitive nipples.
Despite these distractions, she had the correspondence finished by mid-morning and she then set about organising Jacqueline's new life. Firstly she faxed a letter to Jack's regular car supplier and organised the purchase of a suitable smaller car. Next she had to somehow organised her driving licence. She cast about for ideas but nothing legal came to mind. Society simply didn't allow for sudden sex changes.
With an abiding dread she realised the same constraints would also affect her other ID's like her Tax status and her National Insurance number.
As the problems mounted in Jacqueline's mind the phone rang and she picked it up to relieve the stress. A weight lifted off her mind as she recognised Ellie's voice.
"Is that lunch date still on?" Asked Ellie.
"Yes, but we use your car. I've not fixed myself up yet. We could stop by the car dealer and you could advise me about that little jeep of yours. It seems to serve your needs well."
"OK, twelve-ish."
Jacqueline grinned. Jack Bentley would have demanded an exact time, but Jacqueline was a girl. Twelve-ish was fine. Anticipation of the lunch date distracted her from any more paperwork and she found herself drifting up to the bedroom to decide what to wear. As she browsed through her new clothes she realised she had along way to go before she had a wardrobe to suite her new feminine tastes. She wondered if any of Jack's old transvestite stuff might pass muster but when she delved into the very back of the closet she quickly realised just how much bigger Jack had been.
Ruefully she gathered all the reminders of Jack's dysphoric sexuality and considered his meagre selection as she stuffed them into a waste bag.
'Poor old jack,' she thought. 'Well it's goodbye to all that my love, and hello Super-girl!'
She lost track of time comparing different combinations and Ellie's shout from down stairs suddenly alerted her to the time.
"Oh is it twelve already? Come on up dear, I'm just changing."
Ellie needed no second bidding and together they chose an ensemble. As Jacqueline twirled in the mirror, she remarked that she needed more clothes. This was Music to Ellie's ears; the lunch date could be extended into a shopping trip.
Jacky delivered the signed consent for her new car purchase and arranged to have the cumbersome 4X4 taken away later that afternoon. A brief explanation for Jack's extended absence was put down to, 'family business back east,' and it was arranged for Jacky to collect the new micro jeep on the Friday. Ellie would provide lifts and taxi-ing services until then. Jacqueline's signature was of course, identical to Jack's. No questions were asked. Indeed, buying a new car proved to be the easiest task that Jacqueline knew she would have to tackle.
Lunch was a brief salad in Ellie's favourite restaurant where Jacky met Ellie's Brazilian secretary who agreed to 'hold the fort' at Ellie's office whilst they attended to 'essential shopping'. As they left, Jacky turned to Ellie.
"She's a brick that secretary of yours. Tell her I owe her one."
"Yes. Now lets shop till we drop. Where d'you want to go first?"
"I should go to Molly's first, I need to settle Jack's account."
"Going to forge a cheque are you?"
"It's not a forgery, I'm Jack. Look my signature's identical, - J Bentley."
"Tell that to the judge," giggled Ellie.
"Well it'll have to do," grumbled Jacky, "I just sorted out all his other business this morning and completed a deal. I can still do the business side of things provided nobody needs to witness him actually signing his signature. The longer I can keep Jack's disappearance a explained as 'family business back east', the better my chances of turning things around. It's this damned ID business that flummoxes me. Why, I even paid in some cheques for him this morning. If I can earn the money and pay the money into his account, then I can draw the money. People will have to get used to his niece running things until he returns from 'Back East'."
"Good luck love. I hope you pull it off. It's tough work for a girl, don't I know it."
"Well I've been doing it successfully for many years now. I think I know the ropes."
"Yeah, but that was as a thirty something Jack Bentley, now try getting people to trust you as a gorgeous twenty year old bimbo-ish Jacqueline. Small town folks can be pretty conservative about their money and their property, especially their homes. Here we are, Molly's boutique. Didn't you say you had a cheque for her?"
Jacky waved it in her hand along with a hand written letter that 'Jack' had written, empowering Jacky to use his account at Molly's. Ellie grinned and followed the young girl's magnificent butt into Molly's Boutique.
One again, Jacky found herself intoxicated with shopping for clothes.
'As a trannie she used to enjoy the rare secretive foray into Seattle where the city lent anonymity to her escapades but now as a woman her feelings were allowed full rein. Women really seemed to have it made with so many exciting styles to choose from and the feminine senses to appreciate them.'
She found herself indulging her pleasure and left with an excellent collection. Even Ellie had been somewhat caught up in the euphoria and found herself leaving with an uncharacteristically largish purchase.
As she helped Jacky load the back of the jeep, Ellie realised she had not properly treated herself to some retail therapy since her kids were taken from her and she had been reduced to sickness and prostitution. Indeed, she had spent the past year or so in virtually self-imposed penury.
Jacky's arrival, (or dare she say it, creation,), had been like a breath of fresh air. That evening as they suppered together, Ellie invited Jacky to live with her in the large family house.
Strangely, since confessing Jack's transvestism, Jacqueline felt a huge load lifted off her shoulders. It would be really good to be able to share a life properly instead of the lonely 'enigmatic' existence Jack had been forced to lead because of his fear of his transvestism being discovered. Jacky agreed to move in on the weekend after returning from Seattle.
That night however, she agreed with Ellie to forgo sex until they had returned from Seattle with some suitable love-toys. After Ellie had taxied her to Jack's flat, Jacky had closed the door and taken time to reflect upon her previous male life. She stood in the hallway studying the sparse bare flat and realised just how Spartan an existence Jack had led.
Apart from the women and keeping fit, Jack had only devoted what socialising was necessary for his business. All other times, he used to indulge his transvestite needs in the tight security of his very private flat over his office.
'Yes,' thought Jacky, 'poor old Jack Bentley had led a pretty frugal existence in the privacy of his lonely transvestite closet.'
As she slipped into her gorgeous new nightie, she savoured the splendid sensations of luxury and freedom it offered between the new satin sheets.
'Female skin just screamed out to be pampered and caressed,' she reflected as she squirmed like a girl anticipating her 'wedding night' on the weekend.
That same evening, Ellie was not sleeping. She was busy with her Brazilian secretary organising the Gaia group in Seattle, to arrange Jacqueline's new identity.
For several months, the Gaia group had slowly infiltrated various government departments in full anticipation of this very day. Jack Bentley was one of the first American changelings to need a new identity.
It was on the Friday that Jacqueline had cause to find herself once again indebted to Ellie.
She had just taken delivery of a sportier version of Ellie's Suzuki jeep and had barely taken it out of town limits before she was stopped for speeding.
As the siren wailed into earshot, Jacky's blood ran cold. For a moment, panic overtook her and she debated trying to run. Fortunately, she managed to keep cool as the traffic cop sidled over and savoured his stunning catch.
Fortunately, she had the purchase documents and the insurance certificate, which she had processed when she bought the car but of course, she had no licence. Had the officer known she had no official identity he would also have ticketed her for having no valid insurance but all he finally required was for her to produce her licence at the sheriff's office by Monday. A very subdued and frightened Jacky met Ellie for lunch.
"But what am I to do? There's no way I can forge a licence by Monday. I'm done for."
"Calm down darling," soothed Ellie as she sipped her coffee, "when we get to Seattle tomorrow, I'll have a word with a friend of mine and see what can be done."
""What? Are you saying you've got friends in high places?"
"Well, low places actually darling," giggled Ellie.
"What sort of friends are these? Are they safe?"
"D'you want a licence or what?"
"Of course, but will it be a proper one, not a stolen one?"
"It'll be a proper Washington state driver's licence. You just make sure you've got a dozen photographs ready."
"A dozen!"
"You'll want other ID's won't you?"
Jacky pulled a wry leer and sucked her lip pensively.
"How will you do all this stuff. It's got to be illegal."
"Listen kid. Don't look a gift horse. You're in no situation to argue or object. Beggars can't be choosers."
Jacqueline fell silent and chewed thoughtfully on her salad.
'She was becoming more beholden to Ellie with every problem.'
She finished her lunch and drove away sticking to well within the speed limit. That afternoon, the port commissioners approached Ellie about the land development deal. She grabbed it with both hands.
Early Saturday morning the pair took a shuttle plane to Seattle and by late afternoon Jacky was fixed up. Ellie's 'friends' had even managed to supply a flying licence in the name of Jacqueline Bentley. To celebrate their success, they dined with Ellie's friends and then stayed over at a friend's apartment. Jacky was looking forward to experimenting with the various strange devices that Ellie seemed strangely familiar with. She was almost tempted to ask Ellie outright, what exactly, she had been doing during her long vacation. Fortunately, she was still endowed of Jack Bentley's tactful sagacity and managed to control her feminine curiosity.
Jacqueline reflected that retaining all Jack's memories and wisdom was like a mild dose of schizophrenia.
'An old brain inside a very young and stunningly pretty head,' she mused.
As they drove to Ellie's friend's flat, Jacky felt that familiar warm damp anticipation stirring in her loins and when they had crossed the threshold, she was almost dripping with expectations. She had to rush to the lavatory to attend to her disobedient pussy and eventually emerged with the familiar telltale flush that revealed her condition to Ellie and her friend. She tried to pass it off with a wan smile but Ellie's knowing look told Jacky her body had betrayed her. Ellie raised her eyes slightly and hinted towards the stairs. Somehow, Jacky found herself losing control of her urges and teetering eagerly towards them on her high heels. It seemed her brain had been taken over by her pussy.
'A typical bimbo's dilemma,' sighed Jacky as she wobbled helplessly up the stairs. Ellie followed close behind her, savouring the glistening sheen of the tiny damp satiny strip of panty that lent Jacky's crotch what little modesty it had left. Ellie could even scent Jacky's invitation with her hyper-sensitised nose, -a strange side effect from the tenancy of her cunt-snakes-.
'This was going to be a night to remember,' sighed Ellie, 'another sheep into the fold.'
As they entered the bedroom, Jacky tried to pause briefly and savour the demands that her body was making. Her pussy seemed to be calling urgently to be filled and she rummaged through the bag of delights that Ellie had purchased in the sex shop.
"Never mind those yet," whispered Ellie as she gently unbuttoned the back of Jacky's dress and let it slither down her trembling body.
Jacky 's knees sagged slightly and she swallowed nervously as she studied Ellie's ripe curves emerging from her business suite.
'Ellie was still a very attractive woman,' concluded Jacky as she sat upon the bed and slipped off the deliciously high heels.
For a moment she reflected how much shorter her legs appeared without the heels then she lay provocatively on her back across the bed in her lacy teddy and glossy tights. Her silky lingerie whispered invitingly across the satin sheets and Ellie's eyes widened with lust again as she gazed at the picture of wanton loveliness spread-eagled before her.
"You are a little beauty aren't you?"
"D'you really think so."
"Oh yes my lovely, an exceedingly tempting morsel."
Jacky felt a rush of anticipation tighten her loins and her nipples hardened as they advertised their receptiveness through the satiny embrace of her teddy. Ellie stepped out of her slip and knelt across the temptress as their nipples gently brushed together.
"Oh! Aahh! That's lovely." Gasped Jacky as Ellie gently tugged the top sheet over them and stretched to douse the bedside lamps.
I the darkness, Jack felt tender fingers slowly peeling her teddy off her shoulders and she arched her torso to assist. Then she reached round and unclipped Ellie's bra as they prepared to finally achieve total nudity and consummate their newfound relationship. Eagerly, Jacky wiggled as her tights slithered down her smooth legs and finally she found herself embraced flesh to flesh with Ellie.
It was the first time Jacky had experienced naked intimacy as a girl and the sensations of smooth soft flesh coming together was every bit as sensational as hat of silky lingerie. Her soft smooth skin seemed to have a million times more sensitivity than Jack's hard hairy hide and she found herself twisting her legs and arms amongst Ellie's limbs as the two-backed octopod of passion engulfed them.
As their nipples and clitties mashed together, Jacky's need became ever more urgent and she gasped into Ellie's ear.
"Put it on."
For a second there was silence, then Ellie replied.
"I've already got it prepared. You'll feel it in a minute."
"Where? I can't feel it."
"It's inside me. I'll bring it out in a moment. Just carry on like this for now."
Jacky paused and sulked a little.
"You're winding me up. I can't feel anything."
"Just wait darling. Ooh, you are impatient. All things come to those who wait. Girls don't need to rush dear. We've got all night."
"I want it now. Fill me," demanded Jacky.
"If you must darling, squeeze tight to me then."
Jacky needed no second bidding and crushed her urgent femininity against Ellie's growing bud.
"Aahh! That's nice! Your clitty's getting bigger; ah- and harder!"
Ellie felt Jacky's thighs tighten as she drove her bud against the emerging cunt snake and gasped again.
"Oh-ooh! Is that it! Is that the dildo? Ooh- aahh, that's fantastic. It- it's sliding into me and squirming around! How does it work?"
Ellie simply hugged Jacky closer to prevent her trying to examine her cunt snake as he doubled back and twisted a few coils inside Jacky's cunt. Jacky gasped with contentment for she never knew that a woman's cunt could feel so completely full. Then she found herself somehow locked against Ellie's cunt. Firstly, her clitty pressed even harder against Ellie's bud then next she felt a strange sucking, kissing motion titillating her own precious bud. The sensation seemed to perfectly match every wave and twitch that radiated from her primary core.
The dildo seemed to have a mind of it's own, 'and a very knowing mind!' gulped Jacky as her clitty began to take control.
For a moment, she became frightened but the attentions to her clitty swiftly overwhelmed her fears as she ascended into a sexual nirvana.
For long minutes, Jacky squirmed and squealed with ecstasy as she abandoned all restraint and writhed demonically against Ellie. Helplessly, she savoured repeated multiple orgasms whilst their cunts remained firmly clamped together. Once thus conjoined, there was no way Jacky could become separated from Ellie and she was free to indulge in any manner of experimentation whilst the strange 'dildo' first, served Jacky's basic needs, then sent her insatiable body into overdrive.
Fortunately, the friend's house was a remote farmhouse for if any people had been passing, they would have construed Jacky's abandoned screams of delight as something altogether different.
Eventually, even Jacky's insatiable needs were satiated and her exhausted body slumped into Ellie's protective embrace. Gently Ellie reached down to draw the satin sheet and duvet over Jacky's shivering back as Jacky whimpered with pleasure and buried her face into Ellie's soft, warm breasts. Ellie felt a wave of protective motherliness wash over her as the young girl's lips searched sleepily for a nipple before descending into an infantile slumber.
Thus, they fell asleep. All night they lay in a soft 'face-to-face' embrace with their cunts firmly conjoined and Jacky's lips attached to Ellie's nipple like a baby savouring its comforter. Ellie had breast-fed all three of her children and her nipples were not overly pained by such prolonged attention.