Bob and Carol and Gemma and Alice?

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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me!

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I sat there, in the kitchen, suddenly very nervous again. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn't laughed, she had been kind, and interested, and considerate, and she had listened and asked intelligent questions. But then we had heard the car pull up outside and I had dashed upstairs to change - or just to hide. Now? I was sitting in the kitchen for a while. Waiting. Was this a good idea? I wasn't sure. I nervously sipped on my drink and pulled my short skirt down, I didn't want it showing my stocking tops.

I heard cheery laughter as Gemma chatted with Bob, and as he shared a joke about his dinner-with-a-client with his wife Carol. I had heard them go through and start talking quietly in the lounge, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then the door to the kitchen opened and Gemma came in and looked at me. "OK, dear? Ready for this?"

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It had all started out so innocently that evening. I got home early, as I always tried to do when we had friends to stay. Carol and Bob were old friends, I had known Bob at college and he and I had been each other's best man when we both got married within a couple of years of starting work.

Gemma and I had been happy for nearly twelve years, the usual ups and downs but we had worked to overcome them, and we had no reason to believe Carol and Bob didn't share similar wedded bliss. But that evening when Carol had arrived early, to have a good chatter with Gemma before Bob came along later, we had learned that things were quite not as they seemed. I had been surprised when Gemma had called me in, to join in their discussion.

"I've told Gemma and she seems to think you should know too," said the lovely Carol when I sat opposite her with my coffee.

I had been a little distracted, she was wearing a short skirt and I had always admired her legs. Gemma and I had often joked about that. But I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, not on her legs and her prominent bosoms.

"It's Bob and I. We had a good talk last night. We're thinking about a divorce."

We were shocked to say the least. I had thought I knew them both very well, we were so often in each other's houses and had been since just after our college days. I played golf with Bob, and all four of us frequently went down to the town pool for a swim when I really could admire Carol's figure. And we'd all been to the cinema together, sometimes to the theatre. But, I realised, not so much recently, I remembered Gemma had commented on that a couple of days earlier.

I really didn't know what to say. But Carol continued.

"It's a collection of things really. We seem not to do so much together these days and - well - in bed, it just doesn't seem to work anymore. I mean, it used to be so good ... "

At which she began to sob again. Gemma moved to comfort her, I myself stood up and walked over to kneel in front, to take her hand, to try to offer some support. Eventually she settled down and began to smile a little, difficult in the circumstances.

It was Gemma's turn to speak.

"Alan, we have to help here, don't we."

I didn't really see how, I mean it was between Bob and Carol really, OK we would help out in any way we could but I really didn't see how. I looked at them both, two very attractive women in their mid-thirties, both somewhat upset. It was Gemma who surprised me by what she said next.

"Carol, you probably don't realise this but Alan and I have been through this ourselves."

I didn't realise what was going to come next, or I would probably just have shouted 'NO' and run out. Carol looked across at me, then at Gemma.

"You two? Oh no, surely not, I mean, you and Alan, we've always looked at you as a sort-of role model where marriage is concerned. I mean, a couple of months ago I noticed you seemed a bit down, Alan, but since then, well, you've never seemed happier."

I didn't know how to explain, in fact she was so right, but things had changed in the previous two months.

"Well Carol. We had to talk it through, and we came up with a way of helping ourselves."

No!

"It was after we had watched a television program. I had an idea and Alan went along with it."

No! No!

"Some people might think it a little unconventional but, well, in the privacy of our own home, as I said we came up an idea, it doesn't affect other people and it works for us."

No!!! Surely not. This was private, not for sharing. Not even with our nearest friends. Surely Gemma wasn't going to tell Carol about this, about our secret. I looked straight at her, screaming 'no' with my eyes.

"Alan, I think this may be a good idea. To tell Carol at least, Bob won't be here for quite a while yet. She can keep a secret, I trust her. And if it helps her to realise that someone like us can find a way through all the problems, well, I think we're obliged to help. How about it?"

I sat and thought about it. Rather stunned. It was between Gemma and me. It was private, man-and-wife stuff, not for public consumption. Gemma had a point, I wanted to help Bob and Carol but was this the only way? Would it really help? I would be revealing all to Carol, maybe not to Bob, how would she react? On the other hand I had to admit that in a way I was rather thrilled by the thought of sharing it with another person apart from Gemma. Maybe I could do it.

"Alan, you can do it. Yes you can. Shall I tell Carol, do you want to be here when I do or would you rather go? You could go sort some stuff in the garden."

Carol had recovered from her distress to some extent while we were discussing this. She looked across at me, then at Gemma, puzzled.

"Look, you two, I don't want to cause even more problems. I mean, whatever Gemma is on about, Alan, if you're not happy about it...."

"Alan, go on. I'm sure it will help, and I'm also sure you'd really like to. I'll help. You go on upstairs and make a start, I'll come and help in a minute. I really think it would be better to show Carol, not just to tell her. Please."

And it was the way she said that 'please', that did it, she could wind me round her little finger when she said that, it was the look on her face when she said it, some combination of coy and sexy. I gave in, I stood up and went out and upstairs. Gemma joined me after a few seconds.

"Right then, Alan, I know you will enjoy this. You go and shower, I'll get your stuff ready. So, shower I did.

When I returned to the bedroom Gemma had gone back downstairs again. I looked at what she had laid on the bed. I became just a little aroused, at the thought of what was to come and of Carol waiting downstairs. I set to it. About twenty minutes later Gemma came back to help with my preparation. She had worked part-time in a beauty salon when she had been in college herself and had become very skilful in make-up. After helping me she went back downstairs, and very soon I followed her.

I paused outside the lounge, then knocked gently on the door.

"Come in" I heard Gemma call out.

I opened the door and went in. Carol looked at me. I stood there, in front of her, rather differently dressed from what she had seen about an hour earlier. She looked me up and down. I felt very different too. My own hair was beginning to recede but the shoulder length deep brown wig I was wearing hid all that. The delicate clip earrings were different too, as was the 'gold' choker with a deep blue central stone. Gemma had done her usual excellent job on my makeup, I was thrilled with the overall effect of my bluish eye-shadow, thick eye liner and mascaras and the deep red lipstick, coated with a smooth lip gloss.

The clothing had changed too. No more shirt and trousers, I was wearing a sheer cream blouse with ruffles down the front between my 'breasts' and at the cuffs. It went well with the short tight black skirt and black stockings, held up by my suspenders. And the shoes, Gemma hadn't realised which ones I was going to wear when she had done my make-up. I'd always loved high heels, for many years I'd loved to look at Gemma's legs or Carol's when they were wearing stilettos. And now I was wearing my own. I stood there, waiting to be inspected, my tight black basque holding me in, pushing my 'boobs' out, giving me a more-than acceptable figure. The little cap and frilly apron completed the effect - I was to all appearances a real 'lady's maid.'

Carol spoke at last.

"Wow! Alan, you look sensational - I never imagined ..... I wasn't sure what Gemma was on about but this, well!! I don't know how to say this, I hardly dare admit it but - Gemma - looking at Alan like this, I'm getting rather turned on!"

That was something new. And something which very much surprised me at first. But then I remembered the sort of comments which Gemma had made when she first saw me dressed, or at least the first time she saw me properly dressed. Made up that is, with nylons covering my shaved legs, with a tight basque or a waist cincher, able to show a proper female figure. In fact after she saw me for the first time Gemma had said I really looked like 'a babe'. Gemma had liked it, maybe Carol did too.

In other circumstances I might have been really impressed that Carol found me attractive. In this case I was happy, maybe even thrilled, but not 'excited', not in a sexual way. The two girls persuaded me to walk round a little, to sit and to stand, then Gemma asked me to get them some drinks. I made each a vodka and lime, I decided there and then that if the chance ever came that was going to be 'my' drink. If ever. And it was then, just as we were talking about my dressing, and wondering if Gemma was going to ask me to join them for a drink, that we heard a car outside. Bob was back, from work.

I looked at Gemma, rather alarmed, this wasn't supposed to happen, there was supposed to be another hour yet before he returned. I just had to get changed back, and quickly. I turned and dashed out and upstairs. I heard some shouting behind me but I didn't wait to hear, I was in too much of a hurry. I just got into the bedroom and reached behind me to unzip my skirt when a hand grabbed mine from behind. It was Carol.

"Wait, Alan. Or should I say 'Alice'. You've been so great so far, I want to know and I think Bob might too. Really, we do need help, Bob was getting rather desperate a couple of nights ago. And he was totally useless in bed last night. I know I shouldn't be saying this to you or to Gemma but we do need someone we can trust. And you can trust us, both of us, too. Please. Come down. As you are. I'll explain what is going on to Bob. If you can find it in you to help us this time, please Alan, I really don't want Bob and I to have to go on like this."

She was beginning to sob by then. I never could stand a woman crying, especially a friend. I just knew that, whatever the consequences, I had to say yes. So I did. Which is why, a few minutes later, I was at in the kitchen. Hesitant. Waiting. I could hear the girls and Bob talking next door. Presumably they were telling him what was going on. But how much of it? What was about to be expected of me? I heard Gemma's voice calling out.

"OK, dear? Ready for this?"

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I walked through into the lounge and turned to face Gemma. And Bob. I wasn't sure exactly what the girls had told him, I hadn't been able to hear properly what they had been talking about. Probably something about Gemma and me having had difficult times ourselves and of our pleasure in being able to work through them. But, from the look on Bob's face, I could see Gemma hadn't told him exactly how.

He said nothing for several seconds, then spoke, "Streuth Alan, You look sensational!"

Again, as with Carol, not quite what I had been expecting, Not laughter, not ridicule, not 'Alan you look totally stupid', nothing like that. I decided to maintain whatever illusion I had succeeded in creating.

"Good evening sir, may I get you a drink?"

It was the combination of the mild manner and the rather gentle voice which did it, I think, and Bob's own obvious mental jump which matched the one I had made myself some months earlier. Not a massive jump, just an assumption about my name.

"Er - yes please - er - Alice, a whisky if I may."

I smiled sweetly at Bob and turned towards the drinks trolley, pouring his drink and adding what I knew to be the right amount of soda. I turned towards him and noticed Gemma and Carol beaming at each other.

"Gemma, did you see that. You are a dirty old man, Bob Harris, I saw the way you tried to look up Alan's skirt!"

Bob felt in some way caught out, he stuttered a little.

"Well - er - no, I was just looking - I mean - "

"You were looking at his legs!" Gemma butted in.

The accusations were made light-heartedly but there was just a slight edge to what Carol was saying.

"Gemma, please, you have to say 'she' and 'her', after all it is a woman you can see isn't it? And if you think her body looks good now you should see her in a mini-dress and sheer stockings!"

That broke the ice, all three of them collapsed in mild hysterics. I was just beginning to feel rather embarrassed, rather out of it, when Carol brought us all back down to Earth.

"Well, like I said, you really do look gorgeous Alice. If you're being the maid maybe you'd like to freshen all our drinks and you can both tell us all about it."

"Yes, do, Alice dear. And you can take off your cap and apron and come and have a drink too."

I did another whisky and soda, and this time three vodka and limes, then sat down on the sofa next to Gemma. I carefully slid my legs to one side, trying to sit delicately, Carol smiled when she noticed my difficulty. We spent the best part of an hour chatting about my dressing, about how I felt being seen as a woman, and most importantly how Gemma and I thought it had helped us. We both had to admit - it wasn't entirely the sex but that was an important part of it.

Making love as two women, with me often teasing Gemma's cunt, with my long scarlet-nailed fingers or with my lips, basically playing at being two women in bed together, we loved it! Specially when we played with each other's breasts, and even more specially when we both wore exotic and usually very expensive bras and panties. It was just fun! Carol kept asking about what it felt like, I am sure she was getting rather excited by images of me dressed in underwear. Maybe I was just flattering myself.

I had often wondered how things would have worked out if Bob and I had done things the other way round when we started double-dating, maybe me with Carol, Bob with Gemma. Could she have fancied me? And what's more, did she in any way now? Even with me dressed like this? I was jolted back to reality when Carol came into the kitchen with me to clear away the glasses at the end of the evening.

"Well, Alice. It's certainly been an interesting evening. Bob has enjoyed it, I can tell. Have you noticed?"

It did surprise me to hear her say that. She seemed to be saying something else but I didn't really understand. I looked straight at her, she had a rather weird smile on her face. I was going to ask but she grinned even wider.

"Alan, you must have noticed Bob. His pants! He had a very large - well - boner! He kept looking at your legs and at your figure. You really do have a very good figure you know. Bob has been definitely very attentive, I'm beginning to get a bit worried about him!"

She was still grinning, thank goodness, not really seriously about her 'allegations' - I could well have worried if that hadn't been the case.

Later that evening, as Gemma and I were getting ready for bed, I told my wife what Carol had said, I really wanted to know what she thought about it and whether she thought revealing all to Bob and Carol might have in any way helped them with their problem.

She did admit that she had noticed some sort of effect on Bob, and yes she had seen something swelling inside his trousers. We agreed that it was maybe not such a good idea to go on too much in the coming days about our own difficulties and how we had got through them in case it made Bob and Carol feel bad about telling us about their love life. However - we got some sort of an answer within minutes. As Gemma and I were making love, enjoying the feelings of each others' underwear and long hair and the thrill of our painted lips caressing, we heard something from the bedroom next door.

The bed in there is our 'second-best' bed and it does creak at times. We heard a sound as if something was going on, then nothing for a minute, then a loud female -YES!. Maybe we had been some help!

The next few days passed by more normally. The nights were really not very special for Gemma and I at all, just interrupted by sounds of heavy activity in the other bedroom. It seemed we had stirred something in the two of them and generally during the day the two of them seemed more at ease. While they were staying we took Bob and Carol shopping in the more up-market areas of Birmingham, we ate out a couple of times, Bob and I even fitted in a round of golf one afternoon when the weather improved a bit and I managed to pull some strings at the club. We got back at about five to find the girls somewhat excited.

Gemma rushed and kissed me on the cheek.

"OK Alan. Fun time again, we've been shopping and Carol has got you a present or two."

Carol grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs into the bedroom.

"Gemma and I were talking after you had gone out, Alan, and we decided. Both Bob and I would like to meet 'Alice' again, so I asked Gemma about buying you a dress - for a present. She told me about one you mentioned you'd seen a couple of weeks ago. It does took gorgeous, we've just GOT TO see you wearing it, Alan. And I want to help. Gemma agreed to let me do your make-up and so on. So. Strip, Alan, have yourself a shower, I've put some special shower gel on the shelf in the bathroom. So go to it. Girl!"

"Carol, Help! Do I have any say in this, I mean and what about Bob? What has he got to say about this?"

"Bob is going to love it, believe me. Certainly if the other night is anything to go by. Gemma has agreed. We haven't even started on dinner so unless you want to starve tonight get a move on. I'll be back up in ten minutes, Gemma and I have got some of your stuff out for you already."

So I was stuck. Ganged up on. What Bob would make of it I didn't know but I admit I was excited again at the thought of dressing in company. I had eventually enjoyed the evening earlier in the week. And I knew the black dress Carol had mentioned, Gemma had told me a couple of weeks earlier she wanted me to get it but I hadn't had the chance to buy it yet. So I did set to it, the shower gel was indeed rather luxurious and very sweet-smelling. Very feminine. When I had shaved carefully - twice - I dashed into the bedroom and slid my panties on, pulling them up tightly to tuck my private parts in as tightly as possible.

Then I lay on the bed and carefully stuck my breast-forms in place. The previous occasion I had only slipped them into my bra but this time I wanted them to be secure, and more than that, carefully made-up to hide the edges. I did the make-up while I was waiting for Carol. Gemma was better at the facial cosmetics but I really had got the task of covering the seams round my 'breasts' down to a fine art. It was just very thin careful 'plastering' really! Carol was amazed at the sight when she did come into the bedroom a few minutes later.

"Wow, Alan, they look so good. I can't see the join. It's a good thing Bob isn't here to see this at the moment. OK, get your bra on."