Blame Abba Ch. 02

I smiled at him and got myself a gin-and-tonic, indicating to Eric to add the cost to his bill. I went round into the bar, by the fire, and sat facing him. Automatically I crossed my legs, then tried to pull my skirt down a little, it had slid up as I moved.

"How long have you worked here, Donna?" he asked, a perfectly natural opening.

I said just a few weeks, and we carried on chatting for a few minutes, quite naturally. I was loving it, being talked to and appreciated as a woman - by a rather attractive man. Eventually we got onto the topic of his stay at the pub. I told him about the rumours.

"That explains a lot," he said, looking worried for a moment. "But it's wrong, I'm not here to close the factory, in fact I've just sent off my report recommending we extend it! The company has just won an enormous order from the States, it was a question of whether we expanded this factory or the one in Scotland. I was there last week, but it's this one, definitely. The MD will get my report tonight. I e-mailed it straight to him."

Suddenly I forgot myself. I did know that Martin and Jeff worked there and had both been very worried about their jobs. And another friend and his girlfriend had just got engaged and taken on a mortgage on the strength of his future earnings. I was thrilled for them, I leaned over and kissed Patrick on the cheek.

I realised what I had done, not to that fool George a few weeks back, but to a nice man. But he didn't mind, he was smiling, maybe I had got away with it, after all he was leaving the next day.

"Why thank you, Donna," he said, and reached out to hold my hand.

I breathed in sharply as he touched me, then again a moment later when his hand brushed against my nylon-clad thigh!

"You really are a most attractive woman. It's a great shame I have to go back Sunday, but will you please have dinner with me here. Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? I thought you were leaving in the morning?"

"I was due to, but after that report I have just a little more work to do here. I should be able to finish, and catch the early train back to London on Sunday morning. So - how about it? Dinner?"

I was totally flummoxed. Yes, yes, I was screaming internally. But I couldn't, I really couldn't. How could I say no without hurting his feelings. In some way I did care what he felt.

I shuffled in my seat, my skirt slid up again. and, as I reached down I saw one of the buttons on my blouse, which had been straining to keep in my big breast-forms, pop open to reveal even more of my cleavage and the lace top to my bra. I'm not sure whether my makeup covered it - but I definitely blushed.

Patrick was staring at me, at my figure, my legs, my tits. His hand squeezed mine, his other hand went round my shoulders to hold me closer. Then he was stroking my thigh again, sliding his hand up inside my skirt!!

"Christ Donna, you really are a gorgeous woman. I would be thrilled if you would say yes. Please"

I was loving this - but I couldn't say yes. In fact I was adoring it, the sexual overtones of the contact, the feeling that I looked so good as a woman, and I really DID want to look good, that a man was 'hitting on me'. His hand slid up my thigh, just inside my skirt - I was in heaven! Then he surprised me.

"Donna, if you are thinking of saying 'no' because you are a transvestite, please don't. I know. I saw the newspaper cutting in the other bar this afternoon and asked Eric about it, otherwise I really would never have guessed. But I do want you to say yes. I would be honoured. Please."

That night, for the first time, I didn't change in room 4. I just shoved my clothes in the hold-all and trotted out to the car. Happy. Very happy. Patrick had owned up to being interested in TVs, he said he thought he was maybe bisexual, though he hadn't actually gone all the way with the only one he had actually met, in a club in London.

And I had said yes, dinner would be lovely. At first I had thought it would be best to go elsewhere, not in the pub restaurant. But then I decided it would be a good thing. If any of my friends saw us it would confirm what they knew already, that there was more to this than me dressing up for fun. I was changing in some way.

As I went into the lounge at home Jacqui looked up, then turned the television off.

"Well, Don, this is a first. So tell me, you have a strange look on your face, what does this mean?"

Looking as I looked at that moment, in my 'working' clothes, white blouse, short black skirt and heels, I was a bit disappointed to be called 'Don'. But I let that pass.

"I thought it might be an idea not to change, for once, you know. Just to stay as a woman for a while longer."

"Don't try to kid me, little 'sister'. I know you too well. Something's happened, hasn't it. Did one of the guys in the pub try to hit on you? Or - I know, I can tell. You have met someone, haven't you? My God, Don. Has someone made a pass at you?"

"Something like that, Jacqui. But not really. I've been invited for dinner tomorrow night."

"A date! Donna, you have a date! Oh Donna, I am so thrilled for you. Now, tell me all about it."

So I did. All about it, finishing with Patrick's revelation that he did know my secret, that it really excited him, and he still wanted to invite me.

"Well, Donna, I needn't ask, you obviously want to go through with this. BUT. I have to say, I am going to have to vet him, you know. Mother put me in charge of my 'little brother' while they are away and you have changed an awful lot these past few weeks. I need to make sure about this. Tomorrow morning I'll go down to the pub early to see Eric. I need to talk to this man."

And with that we went to bed, it was getting late and we had talked for quite a while. For the very first time I stayed as 'Donna' - in a way - overnight. I had to take off my makeup and jewellery and so on, and my wig of course. But I did sleep in a night-dress.

And I am almost ashamed to say, on such an important day, I slept in. It was after 10 when I stirred, woken by the sound of Jacqui driving into the yard. I peeked out of the curtains to be sure it was her. Then I dressed - another first, so early in the day. I came downstairs half an hour later in white sweater and black miniskirt, having tried for a less 'evening' look with my makeup, something like what I had been wearing when Jacqui and I had gone shopping that first time.

"Hi there - Donna. Welcome to the land of the living - or rather the waking. I left you asleep, you probably needed it after last night. I've had a very successful morning."

And over breakfast she told all. She had indeed gone down to the pub and had met with Patrick before he set off to the factory.

"And yes, I do approve. He seems a nice level-headed guy, he likes you a lot, and seems ideal to help with you 'coming-out'. No problems, in fact he is rather a dish, isn't he?"

I admitted I hadn't really thought of him that way, but yes, I supposed he was.

"The problem is, Donna, you really could do with something special to wear tonight, but we have blown all the spare cash on your tits, and you haven't got paid this week yet, have you? So I had a brainwave. I popped in to see Mary and tell her, she is thrilled too. She used to be a size bigger, your size, she says she's sure she has something nice you could borrow so we are going round there early evening. And I also sorted out your shift, with Eric."

I realised - I hadn't thought of that, I was supposed to be working in the bar.

"Mary and I are going to do it, serve behind the bar tonight. It also means I can keep an eye on you - in case there is trouble. Don't worry, I will stay out of the way if things are going well. Now, it is liable to take all day to do this but you are going to be thoroughly ready by eight. Have another coffee now, then get back in the bathroom. You need to shift your body hair again, I want your skin baby-smooth. I am going shopping, you need a few things to totally fit the part. Off you go, girl!"

It did take nearly all day, but by six o'clock we were ready, Jacqui was pulling into Mary's drive. Mary skipped out of the house to greet us, embracing me and kissing my ultra-smooth cheek, one of her hands grasping my bum. I was embarrassed but, I thought, that's nothing new these days!

By half-past-six I was naked in Mary's bedroom. It was to my eyes a very strange place indeed, with deep red sheets and bed-cover, black curtains, and all sorts of strange and wonderful clothes lying around. Mary said she had the perfect outfit for my date and I was really getting very excited at the prospect.

Then Mary said, "No more questions. Let's get you dressed."

With that, she opened a large wardrobe. I was very surprised when she removed a red satin Victorian-style tight-lacing corset! She saw my expression.

"Yes, it's for you, honey."

It had black lace trim, strong black stringing in the back, and black garters attached to the bottom. Then Jacqui produced a pack of black seamed silk stockings, a bright red bra with black trim and large cups, and a pair of bright red silk panties with black trim around the waistband and leg openings. From another bag, she removed my own shiny patent leather, five-inch spike heels. As I sat there gawking at the things, Jacqui spoke.

"Come on, you're familiar with this kind of stuff, let's get going."

She held up the red Victorian-style corset - it was of very sturdy construction, made of boned satin with hook closures in front and had many rows of eyelets in back for the black string lacing.

"Sit down so we can get this on you," Jacqui insisted.

I just knew the corset would give me outrageous curves, and I had to wear it. Before I could say more, Jacqui began lacing me up extremely tightly at the back while Mary laughed and helped her by crimping my waist with her hands and pulling the corset eyelets closer together.

Then Jacqui pressed her knee into my back to give her more leverage for pulling the string taut.

"This might be a bit uncomfortable at first, Donna, but you'll get used to it."

When the girls finally finished lacing me up, the corset was exceedingly tight, and they both exclaimed with delight at the sight of my an amazingly curvy, twenty-inch waist!

Next came the silky bra with bright red cups and black lace trim. Mary slid the straps up my arms and clasped it shut in the back. The large cups were needed to hold in, well, partly hold in, my massive breasts. I was a bulging 40-DD. The dressing continued to build as Jacqui got the matching pair of bright red silk panties with black lace trim around the waistband and leg openings.

Mary held them out and giggled.

"Your girlie arse will look great in these, Donna," she said.

When she had finished pulling them up my legs, they really did give me a very feminine, silky, shapely pelvis and behind. Next, I unrolled the delicate, long, black silk stockings up my smooth legs, securely fastening the corset's six garters to the stocking tops. Looking down, I couldn't believe it was really my own body I was seeing! I know I had done well before, I had 'acquired' a good figure but this was incredible. My shiny leather, five-inch spike heels followed.

They were the crowning touch to my extremely sexy feminine legs. I walked about a bit to practice - no problem, I knew I was good in heels. My attention turned to what Jacqui was doing - she produced a short black PVC dress - Mary asked me how I liked it, I was speechless.

The thought of parading around wearing that dress was incredible! I stepped into it as both girls tugged it up, and guided my arms through the sleeve openings. It had an extremely provocative cut, short-sleeves, a sexy plunging neckline, a very tight skirt, highly accentuating my waist, hips and arse. As Mary zipped me up in back I just could not believe the sensations I was feeling! It was electrifying!

The girls were smiling, and I just stood there in a trance. When I came back down to earth however, I again began to worry about actually going through with this. For one thing, my dress was so short it only came down to about two inches below my crotch and was just below my stocking tops and garters. If I made the slightest bend or wrong movement, or just even walked too fast, my panties and garters would be exposed for everyone to see!

I asked if my outfit wasn't too short, and Mary said that any man worth his salt would love to get his wife or girlfriend into a tight ultra mini-dress, and she assumed Patrick would be no different.

"I am not so sure I can do this," I protested. "Maybe this is going too far"

Mary ignored my comments and sat me down to begin the final steps of turning me into as gorgeous a female as she could. My attention was turned to the cosmetics that Mary had on the dresser. Jacqui said that my eyebrows needed shaping and then darkening with eyebrow pencil.

She began plucking my eyebrows with tweezers while telling me to be still. In the meantime, Mary applied extremely long red artificial fingernails to my hands, then painted thin gold tips to my long nails. Very fancy - in fact, gorgeous! Then she spread a creamy foundation all over my face using a damp facial sponge, to further even out my skin and give me a nice base. Jacqui coloured my soft, curvy eyebrows with black eyebrow pencil. They looked very womanly.

Then Jacqui held the back of my neck with her hand and had me look up at her. She said I really had big, beautiful eyes, and that I should show them off - Patrick may well spend quite some time looking into them. She picked up a black eyeliner pencil and began using it on the rims of my eyelids.

She lined my eyelids with black lines. My huge eyes were soon encircled in the sexy black liner. Next, Jacqui mixed shades of rose and pink eye shadow together. I was told to close my eyes, and Jacqui applied the shadow liberally to my lids and brow bone using a sponge-tipped eye applicator. The shadow further complimented my dazzling eyes.

Mary said that she had some fake eyelashes that she thought would look pretty on me, and she glued them in place over my own eyelashes. She then brushed on some mascara to blend in and further thicken the lashes. Big, feathery, dark eyelashes resulted. Next, attention was turned to my lips. Jacqui giggled that she wanted to do my lips.

She picked up a red lip pencil, held my chin with one hand, and with the other she carefully outlined my lips with the pencil to define and colour the boarders. Then she took a tube of bright red lipstick and generously filled in my outlined lips with the rich red cosmetic. To even further accentuate my lips, she painted gloss over my lipstick using a lip brush, giving my lips a bright, glossy shine.

"This is the new Revlon 'Kissable'. I think you might need it tonight!"

I hoped she was right. When she was finished, I had the biggest, reddest, shiniest lips I had ever seen on anyone! Even the girls were amazed at my features. Some reddish blush was then swept over my cheekbones and lightly brushed on my forehead, nose, and chin using a gentle blusher brush to add a soft glow to my complexion.

Jacqui was extremely pleased with my makeover, and kept saying she couldn't believe how good I looked. My hair and makeup were totally extravagant, I must admit! Mary offered me a pair of long silver drop clip earrings.

"You had better not lose these," she warned me.

Three rings, two bracelets, and two necklaces followed. I sprayed 'Miss Dior', my favourite, lightly over my cleavage and a few finishing touches were made to my hair and makeup. Finally, the girls were satisfied with their work.

Jacqui was ecstatic, and said things like, 'truly beautiful', and 'should have been born a girl.' She had me stand up and Mary lead me by the arm as I carefully swished over to the full-length mirror in my micro-dress and five-inch heels. I had caught some enchanting glimpses of myself in the vanity mirror as I was being made up, but now I was absolutely astonished as I clearly saw myself to be a STUNNING redhead in the full-length mirror! My mind was racing too fast for me to think.

"Wow" said Jacqui. "Man-bait!! I have seen a change in your attitude to dressing over the previous two weeks Donna, and I know this date is very special indeed. Patrick will be thrilled to be with you, I am sure."

I still couldn't believe my own eyes! My hair, makeup, shapely stocking-clad legs, short, sexy outfit, etc. were all perfect! With the extremely tight corset, five-inch stiletto heels, protruding breasts and plunging cleavage, I wiggled pronouncedly as I walked.

Mary decided she would also lend me her sexy, artificial, but luxurious mink coat to cover my outfit. She slipped me into it and buttoned me up. The lovely garment ended well above my knees, still revealing plenty of my seductive, stocking-clad legs. I grabbed my handbag, I was ready!

We all drove down to the pub, in Jacqui's car, she and Mary were due to start their shift at eight o'clock. We had decided I would sit in the car for just a few minutes, to compose myself, to think about what I was getting into, while the two of them got sorted in the bar and ready. I sat there for two minutes. For five minutes. For nearly ten minutes. It was Jacqui who came out, to see what had happened to me.

"I know you are supposed to keep your date waiting, but don't overdo it. Are you having second thoughts, Don? You can back out, you know, if you are not sure. Patrick is waiting but I can quite easily go and tell him you are not ready for this."

I breathed in.

"I am!" I exclaimed.

Yes, I was ready. OK I had butterflies but suddenly I was in no doubt, I wanted this. I got out of the car and locked it and followed Jacqui. She slipped in the side door, I went in the front.