Blame Abba Ch. 04

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Transgender-themed stories 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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Part 10 Jeff again

It was about half an hour before closing time that Saturday. Eric had just sent me off since we were very busy and I hadn't had a break since we opened. I sat in the back room, behind the bar, sipping on my lager. Then Jeff appeared, looking very sheepish, at the door.

"Donna, can I have a word?"

I looked up. My, he was looking smart, shirt and tie on, hair slicked back, he was out to impress someone. Then I realised. Me!

"Sure, Jeff," I replied. "Come on in."

He did, and sat opposite me on the other upright chair. I turned the TV off and looked at him. He really was nervous. I thought I knew why, and I was right.

"Donna," he started.

None of the 'Don' from last week, certainly for the moment I was female to him.

"About last weekend. Please, don't interrupt. I don't know why, it was different for me, very strange. I didn't think I would feel like that. But it was great fun and -"

He hesitated, blushing, then summoned up the courage.

"I want to be with you again."

I felt flattered, really flattered.

"I'll tell you what, Jeff. I have to finish my shift in a moment, then I am off in an hour. Why don't we go in the bar and you can buy me a drink. Then maybe we could go out somewhere afterwards. And after that, well, who knows....?"

I had him there. I was to be his girlfriend, in public this time, for an hour. All the bar would see us together, and then he would have to be seen out with me. The thought really excited me. I expected him to object but he just smiled and led the way back into the bar.

I let him buy me a G&T, which I rarely had in working hours, and we chatted in between me serving the other customers. I kept putting my hand on his and smiling sweetly, I even leaned over and kissed him at one stage. Roger was there with a girl, Martin wasn't that time, and didn't seem embarrassed at all. Just after closing time I crept back into Room 4 and changed, ready to go out on the town.

I really hadn't known why at the time, but I had packed the sexy deep blue PVC dress in the case when I had got my 'barmaid uniform' that evening. With some difficulty I poured myself into it and got my ultra-high heels again. Feeling really sexy I went back into the empty bar where Jeff was waiting for me. He gulped when he saw me, well he had to.

I took his arm.

"How do I look, honey? I hope you like this dress I'm nearly wearing? I do so want to look good for you."

And I did. I wanted to be seen with him, I wanted, I needed, all his friends to envy him. I needed them to know that he had got himself a really attractive tart, and to know what was going to come later.

"How about going to Frank's," I asked - a rather swish club, Jeff had often boasted about it.

He had got membership through a well-connected friend and was always telling us how good it was, but he never invited any of us. I knew he couldn't refuse me. He did look a bit downhearted.

"Jeff, you know you are going to have to take me. But think, what are your pals there going to think when you walk in there holding hands with a sexy tart like me?"

He smiled - he had realised, this would be very good for his image. He knew exactly what I was but nobody else there did.

"Right, Jeff my dear, come on, I think that's our taxi."

I had asked him to ring for one. Jeff didn't drive and I didn't plan to stay totally sober so there was no way I could. The taxi driver didn't know which way to look, I must admit I thought I was looking totally foxy that night. My strapless uplift bra was doing its job, with bare shoulders and bulging breasts I really did feel the 'belle of the ball'. He dropped us at the door of the club, Jeff hustled me in past the glaring eyes of the doorman.

"Hi there Jeff, long time no see. My Christ!"

A tall and very attractive older man greeted us. He had seen Jeff - and then he had seen me. I smiled politely and looked at Jeff. Suddenly it dawned on him, as it had on me a while ago. I may look a total slut but I was a classy slut, wearing a well-cut PVC dress, long legs to die for and towering heels and gorgeous makeup. Truly the sort of woman any man would like to bed. This guy was instantly jealous, his opinion of Jeff soared.

"Hello Harry, let me introduce you. This is my friend Donna. And this is my boss, Harry."

I decided to do Jeff even more good.

"Jeff, darling, you didn't tell me your boss was such a gorgeous hunk. Will you get me a drink?" I asked and took Harry's arm. "Now Harry darling, come and tell me all about yourself."

He couldn't help it, I had him hooked too. We sat at the end of the bar, I looked him straight in the eyes and smiled widely.

"Are you married, Harry?"

"Well, yes I am," he stammered, rather taken aback. I decided to go on the attack straight away.

"Well then, I am surprised at you, chatting up a girl in a place like this. I suppose I should be flattered really. Do you find me attractive?" I asked playfully batting my lashes and rubbing my leg against his.

He was stammering like an idiot as my hand moved across his lap and ever so gently teased his solid maleness.

"I guess you do!" I laughed, slowly removing my hand from his crotch and trailing my long scarlet fingernail up his thigh. "Alas, there's nothing we can do about that tonight. Jeff has promised to give me a really good screwing later. Maybe another time, Harry my darling."

With that I leaned across and kissed him gently on the lips and smiled again, then I got up and went over towards Jeff and took his arm. He had been intercepted by another couple of friends, I just KNEW they were talking about me. I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped an arm round his waist, I felt him squeeze my arse.

I had several gins, chatted and flirted with maybe five or six other men, then realised it was getting late. We made our escape after Jeff called another taxi. It was while he was away phoning that Harry came over to me again and invited me to go to a hotel with him! I politely declined but felt flattered.

I persuaded Jeff that it would be better if we went to my house instead of his. I could pick up the car from the pub car park the next day and didn't really want to risk my license driving even the short distance from pub to home. The outing and the sexual thrill, and the flirting, had really turned us both on . As we entered the house I turned and kissed him - hard.

"Now, my lover, fuck me!" I commanded.

He did just that. I lay on the bed on my back with Jeff lay next to me and, after stroking my thighs and teasing my panties for some minutes, he slid his fingers in and teased my panty to one side. He moved across me and guided his cock into position. The entry of the head was painful again at first, then it eased as he penetrated my arse-hole further. He was gentle and soon half inside of me. He pushed just a little more and I relaxed and really began to enjoy the new sensation. Nothing was going to stop me, eventually his cock was all of the way up me and as he continued to fuck me slowly I felt it swell more.

After a few minutes he paused - I looked up at his face, worried. I really didn't want this to stop, it was so exciting, so relaxing at the same time..

"Please don't stop, honey."

I thrust my groin again towards his balls, lifting my nylon-clad legs up round his shoulders, feeling that huge cock slide up to the hilt inside me, clamping my lips to his, digging my own long nails into his arse. The onslaught had the desired effect.

"OOOOOOh darling, I adore your cock, fuck me hard, slam it right up me".

At which his massive penis swelled again inside me and his whole body started to shake as he filled me with his sperm. I felt the hot jet shooting in massive pulses deep inside me. He groaned, he shook, he cried out, he seemed to go on for ages until finally he collapsed, in every sense, on the bed beside me. I kissed his cheek. We both slept.

Part 11 Problem?

"Donna. Donna! Wake up!"

I didn't open my eyes, I heard what was basically a loud whisper. It sounded like Jacqui!

I opened my eyes. It WAS Jacqui! I tried to get up - but I couldn't. Jeff was still laying with his arm across me. Suddenly I was alarmed. She had been at college for a week, she wasn't due back yet and knew nothing about all this. And she was here, and had caught me red-handed, or rather - well!

I managed to slide out of bed and rushed past her to the bathroom. As I sat there she came in, still talking quietly.

"Donna, obviously a lot had happened in the last week. But we are in trouble, or liable to be. Where's your car? Never mind, get dressed, and get your boyfriend up. I'll get some coffee."

I realised she was talking about Jeff and, after finishing expelling all his cum, I dashed back into the bedroom - naked.

"Jeff. JEFF! Wake up, you've got to go. Jacqui's back. Please."

The words didn't sink in at first, then they did. He started into action, sliding out of the bed, grabbing his pants and other clothes and hurriedly putting them on.

I grabbed a negligee from the back of the bedroom door - very surprisingly one of my mother's. She was always one for sexy night attire . I dashed down and grabbed my coffee while Jeff finished dressing.

"Jacqui, please, what's the problem?" I asked, wondering why she was in such a flap.

"Well - no, wait."

She paused when Jeff came in.

"Well there Jeff, you obviously had a good night. So tell me, what is my new sister like in bed?"

He really didn't know what to say at first, then he realised. I was the sister!

"She is fantastic, Jacqui. No, really, if you don't mind me saying so, fucking sensational!"

I glowed, I just glowed, never had I enjoyed a compliment so much. I gave him a gorgeous long smoochy kiss, and shoved him out of the door. He could walk home, the air would do him good. Then I turned to Jacqui.

"Now then, dear sister. What's wrong? Something, obviously. Is it Mary?"

I wondered if she had said anything - about our exploits.

"No, not Mary. It's Mum and Dad, I got a call half an hour ago. From Gatwick Airport. They will be back in about two hours."

I panicked. Of course I did. They were due back in about ten days, I thought. What had gone wrong? Was someone ill? And what was going to happen to me? Was this the end of life as Donna? I had begun to realise the time to sort something out was coming, but so soon? Jacqui could see straight away I was worried.

"It's OK, Donna. Nobody's ill or anything. The cruise ship just plain broke down in Athens. Mum and Dad decided they had been away long enough. They have been all the way round the world to get there. When the cruise company said they could wait a week for another ship or fly straight home, they decided they have had enough."

"But what about me, Jacqui?" I asked.

I was obviously very worried.

"It's OK, Donna, listen."

And Jacqui sat me down and told me about her own change in lifestyle, about 'coming out' to Mum and Dad two weeks before they went away. I had known nothing about it. She had explained it all to them, how it wasn't worse than being straight, wasn't better, just different.

She had been very worried too beforehand but was delighted when they both took it so calmly, said one of their friends had explained similar events concerning their son, so maybe that were to some extent prepared.

"And, Donna, Mum even said she would love me whatever, would love you too if something similar happened. It is the person, not the sexuality that matters."

"So they could even accept me?" I asked, not really believing it could happen.

Jacqui smiled at me.

"They might accept you, but not in Mum's best negligee."

"Er -- right. So. Shall I go and change, Jacqui?"

"Well, I've been thinking ...."

Two hours later -- Mum and Dad had stopped for an early light lunch at a service station --I was ready. I was sat in the dining room out of sight when I heard the car draw up, followed by the gleeful greetings when Jacqui met them, then the knocking and heavy breathing as Dad brought in some of the cases. Eventually I heard the banging in the kitchen when Mum put the kettle on. Things went quiet when they sat down to tea.

"Where's Don?" I heard Mum ask.

There was a pause.

"Dad," said Jacqui. "I need to talk to Mum, would you like to get the other cases in?"

I didn't hear anything but I could imagine the looks of concern on Mum and Dad's faces. Jacqui's tone suggested nothing was wrong really but she had something important to say, and really needed to say it to Mum first. I did hear Dad go out again.

"Mum, you remember when I told you about me and Mary. How you said you were happy to accept it if I was happy. How you said you wanted us to be happy, Don and I, how you could accept any changes like that?"

"Is anything really wrong, Jacqui?" I heard Mum say. "Where's Don?"

"Mum, I want you to meet someone."

Jacqui came through into the dining room. I was nervous. Very nervous. Hell, of course I was very nervous.

But I was also ready. Very ready. I had dressed down a little. I still wanted to look good but obviously not to shock my parents. Not to shock them?! This was going to be a big enough surprise anyway. When I had last seen them at the airport I had been wearing a shirt and tie and my suede jacket. I had been on my way to a date in Brum with a girl called Gemma, a rather nice brunette who had turned up to watch her brother play football and who I had got on very well with in the pub afterwards.

And now? In truth I probably looked more like Gemma than like Don. My white sweater was quite tight, showing my figure, not showing it off but definitely showing it. My skirt was short-ish above the knee and my legs were visible in black tights and 3" court shoes with an ankle strap. The makeup was very carefully done. Jacqui had insisted on doing that for me, to emphasise my femininity without looking TOO outrageous.

My nails were a decent length by then after letting them grow for several weeks, and a deep pink colour, obviously to match my lipstick. I stood up to greet Jacqui and subconsciously 'tossed' my hair back, swinging my earrings and bouncing the shoulder-length reddish hair. I grabbed my handbag, smiled rather weakly to my sister, and went into the sitting room.

"Mum, meet Donna," said Jacqui.

We stood there silently for a moment while Mum looked me up and down. She looked puzzled, not because she didn't recognise me but more because of the total change in my appearance. And the obvious implications of the 'breasts', the legs, makeup, everything.

"Hello Donna, nice to meet you."

At which point, I admit, I broke down. I rushed towards Mum into her open arms and cried. And she did too, we stood there hugging each other for a minute or so. I was sobbing, Mum was sobbing, Jacqui came and joined in the hug and then went off to make more tea.

"Now then - Don. Come on, careful, you will spoil your mascara. Sit down and tell me ALL about this."

I didn't mind her calling me that, it was almost the last time she did. We sat on the sofa, hand in hand, and I told her what had been happening. Not everything, not absolutely everything. Any girl has some secrets from her mother. But I did tell her about my dressing over the past few years. About Jacqui discovering me. About the contest at the pub. About getting a job as a barmaid. And I spent some time trying to explain my growing conviction that this was what I was meant to be, that I was so much happier being a woman.

When I had finished she just sat holding my hand for another minute, then looked in my eyes. And smiled. She started to say something.

"I do admit I am surprised, you as well as Jacqui, not being totally 'straight' in the modern sense of the word. But from what Jacqui has said and from what I see now, well, I see a very attractive young lady, in many ways a second daughter, in some ways....."

She was interrupted by the clattering of the front door as Dad finished fetching things in and came to see what was happening. I think Mum might have preferred to talk to him alone first, but there wasn't time. As he stood there in the doorway, totally perplexed, I stood up.

"Hello Dad," was all I could think to say.

I moved towards him and kissed his cheek, glimpsing a sight of myself in the mirror as I stepped back. I looked awful, my makeup was a mess. I rushed out, partly in embarrassment but also to fix my face.

When I came down all three of the family were sitting quietly, very English, drinking tea. I poured myself a cup and joined them. Dad looked at me.

"OK, this is a real turn up. But we are ready to make it work, at least to have a damn good try. Yesterday we had two sons and one daughter, now it's the other way round."

I had to smile, and made a mental note to thank Jacqui later. Obviously she had done much of the talking, persuading, reassuring.

"Now, after that trip and all this, I need a drink. Jacqui says you are a barmaid now, well, any chance of staff discount? How about going to the pub? Are you up it -- er - Donna?"

Was I? Dad drove us all in his car, I strolled proudly into the pub with my family in tow.

"Eric, Hi. Three gin-and-tonics and a pint, please. Put your wallet away, Dad, these are on me."

I was so thrilled, this was almost beyond my wildest dreams. Then I saw Jeff, he had come in for a drink himself, he probably needed it after last night. He looked at me, and Mum saw him. They stared at each other for several moments. Then she turned in my direction.

"Donna, this has obviously gone much further than we thought. Is there anything you haven't told us?"

"One minute," I said, getting up to go over towards Jeff. "Hi there. How's things, did you have a good night?"

He looked at me, then turned so his back was towards Mum and Dad.

"You know I did, Donna, it was fucking sensational," he said, thankfully very quietly.

And I was just wondering whether to say something about his performance. I didn't want to embarrass him in public - not any more, I didn't need to. I looked at him, and past him. And saw Patrick come in the pub!

I have never fainted in my life but at that moment I came as close as ever. He saw me and grinned and walked over towards me.

"Donna, darling, I just called in at your house. I was hoping you would be here."

He kissed me. And what a kiss. Within seconds his tongue was in my mouth, mine was in his, my arms were hugging tight round his neck, his hands were grabbing my bum tight. His right hand was just starting to slide up my skirt when I remembered. Not just that we were being watched, but exactly who it was watching us. I shivered with apprehension and turned to see Jacqui and Mum beaming widely. Dad looked perplexed again.

"You're perfect," Patrick said with real admiration in his voice as he kissed me again lightly on the cheek.

I glowed with his comment. Again, he extended his hand to me. We walked back across the bar, towards Mum and Dad and Jacqui. Beaming. They knew, obviously, but it was OK. They were all three beaming too.

"Mum, Dad, this is Patrick."

Part 12 Epilogue

It may be boring but that was the start of the happy ending. I introduced Patrick to my parents and the next night he took us all out to dinner in Birmingham. I took my time getting ready.

I had found a 42-DD bra in with the things Mary had given me, big and sexy and very thin! I wanted to show off to Patrick wearing it. What would my Dad think?! It was black and under-wired and the bra cups were fringed along the top and sides with a delicate lace. For once my tits looked out of proportion - I loved it. A quick look and it was obvious that the sheerness of the bra gave the result I desired. Providing minimal support, my tits had a provocative jiggle when I walked. The shape and colour of my 'nipples' could be seen nearly as well as if I were wearing nothing at all!