It all started with a Hen Night

6. Feminisation

"Let's clean up, it's getting late. We'll go out for some lunch."

It dawned on me that I only had the dress I'd worn last night, "I don't have anything to wear!"

"We'll find something, I'm sure I have something that'll fit."

"But you only have women's clothes."

"Well you wore a dress last night, and you seemed to enjoy it."

She was right, despite some unwelcome attention, I had enjoyed it, I'd enjoyed being a woman. I just hadn't envisaged going out again in a dress.

In the bath, she said, "one of your boobs is coming away, I'll stick it back on when we dress. Oh, you better shave that stubble as well."

Back in the bedroom, I lay on the bed while she lined up and reattached the errant breast.

I tucked myself in, as she passed me some clean panties and bra. I picked a white polo neck sweater and a black and white check mini skirt. She handed me some black opaque tights to go with it. She did my makeup. As she finished her makeup, I was admiring myself in the mirror, admiring the shape and feel of my breasts.

"Stop playing with yourself. Let's go eat."

Kelly got annoyed with me at one point, nonetheless, I was enjoying being dressed and people assuming I was a woman. I felt unexpectedly different and relaxed.

"STOP THAT! People will think you're flaunting yourself and that might bring unwanted attention."

In the evening she drove me back to my place.

Monday morning in work, I was Paul again, but I'd kept the painted toenails. I was teased by the lads, but the girls soon put them in their place. Kelly kept calling me Paula, only mouthing the last 'a' if we were in company.

On Tuesday, Kelly and I went to a cafe, for lunch. As we sat down she handed me a little package, "I want you to wear those tomorrow, and I'll check."

I reached into the package and pulled out...new pink panties! quickly putting them back, hoping nobody else had seen. "I can't wear those."

"Why? You've been wearing panties and more all weekend."

The following day, at lunchtime we went for a walk by the canal.

Down a passageway, between the old warehouses, she said, "show me."

I unzipped my fly, her hand reached in. I was instantly hard, as she started rubbing. She undid the buttons at the waist to expose the panties. I tried to get my hand under her skirt but was batted away.

She started to masturbate me, saying, "let's see how far you can shoot."

That was the start of a journey I willingly let her lead me down. After the panties, it was a gaff and panties. Weekends, dressed en femme and going clothes shopping. We sometimes met some of the girls from work, they acted surprised to see Paula, but I had a feeling they weren't really. I was becoming more feminine in work, a bit of makeup, nail varnish, nobody made any comment. One day all my buttons fastened up the other way, I was wearing a blouse and jeans belonging to Kelly. That was the first day I used the Ladies in work. I hadn't stood at a urinal since wearing panties and once I was wearing a gaff, it was just easier to pull everything down and sit. The girls had seen me on our Hen Night in the Ladies, so I didn't foresee any problems.

The only comment made was, as I was washing my hands, by Naomi from accounts coming out of one of the cubicles she said, "Paula you do know that the management doesn't like us wearing jeans or trousers."

That was all the encouragement I needed. The next day I stuck my breasts on, a skirt, a blouse and tights. Nobody batted an eye, I was just one of the girls.

I now had an excuse, as if I needed one, to go out with Kelly and buy a whole new wardrobe, out went all my male clothes. I was a new person, I needed new clothes.

I bought a sleep bra and sleep breasts. Bras with pockets that would take my breast forms, so I didn't have to keep sticking them on, and my skin would have a chance to breathe. I only stuck them on if we were going somewhere special and sometimes at the weekend.