G Is for Gemma

"You bastard!" he shouted, lunging over towards me, "I'll show you ......"

I managed to move, very quickly, as he lunged towards me and fell onto the armchair. He was upset, of course he was. And still rather drunk.

"Don't you dare! You do what I say this time and there'll be no problem! I'm in charge from now on. And watch your mouth, David."

I smiled at him.

"Never ever call me a bastard again! 'Bitch' I could go with."

I turned and stormed out. Luckily I got back to my own front door without anyone else seeing me though I like to think they wouldn't have seen anything untoward if they had. Maybe another of David's girlfriends rushing out, certainly thinking about it now I don't think any of them would have realised the truth. Or anything near it.

I got in, closed the door behind me, and started crying. Not uncontrollably, you understand, just quiet whimpering. And not in despair or in distress, just small tears of relief. The plan had worked! I was out from under his thumb, I'd got myself away from David's threats and promises, just about home free. I knew - when he'd sobered up - he'd realise I had in fact won. His hold over me was finished.

If I'd had any gin or scotch in the house, any strong spirit in fact, I'd probably have got totally pissed on it even after my two gins at his house. But all I had was one small bottle of beer in the fridge. I calmed down a little and opened it, pouring it into a tall glass, really in some way wanting to drink it in a more lady-like way. Silly really.

I sat there on my little sofa, legs crossed, gently caressing my own nylon-covered thighs. Thinking about what I'd done. Oral sex, no other name for it, I'd sucked a man off. Quite quickly I realised the thought was arousing me, in fact I was surprised I'd not reacted in that way during the actual blow-job.

But really I'd been concentrating on the plan, making sure he was well and truly seduced. I thought about other things too, about his hands sliding up my thighs, as my own red-taloned fingers moved over the tops of my stockings and started caressing my own cock through my satin panties. If he'd done that ....

And inevitably I climaxed myself, shooting cum over my knickers and over my skirt. Wow! The whole thing, apart from its serious intention to release me from David's threats, had been - well - fun.

But - maybe I didn't have to stop there.

As I changed into my ordinary clothes and removed my make-up and so on my mind was racing ahead. In bed that night I couldn't stop thinking about David's cock, about its shape, its size, its colour - I wanked again. And yet again in the morning before I got up, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. Not just that, the actual penis itself, but also the look on his face just after I'd blown him. He really had actually enjoyed it and so had I. So what next?

That Sunday my mind raced through all sorts of possibilities and back again. I mentally explored all the avenues open to me. But I kept coming back to the same road, the same thought, what the neighbours would have thought if they'd seen me that previous night. One of David's girlfriends rushing out and going next door. Eventually, I knew just what I wanted to do. I knew he was due to go out that evening, to the Rugby Club, some sort of presentation or something.

Well, maybe not. Maybe he could be persuaded, even told, to stay at home that evening. And I was the girl to persuade him. So, for the third time in as many days, I 'dressed' up again. I took just as long over my prostheses and my make-up as the previous day, I really did feel that for the first time I had got it exactly right, and I wanted to do it again. I knew he was heading off to the Rugby Club at 8.30 that Sunday evening which is why, at 8.25 exactly, I was at his front door.

If it had been open I'd have pushed it and gone straight in. But it wasn't, I had to ring the bell. I turned away, looking across the street, so that he'd just see my back as he opened the door, and wouldn't have the chance to slam it shut. I could see Joe Evans, the older guy in the big house across the street. He was looking at me. Can't blame him really. I felt fantastic.

For the first time 'out', I was wearing a dress. My one 'classic TV' cocktail dress, dark blue with glistening silver threads all through it, short and tight, and plunging between my 'boobs' to show a convincingly dark cleavage. I felt good. I could almost feel Joe's stare.

The door opened behind me, I turned and pushed my way in.

"Good evening, David. It IS a good evening, isn't it? Since you've wrecked my social life for several weeks now I thought I'd come round and wreck yours. So, are you going to get me a drink?"

"I'm not!" he almost shouted, trying to push me out of the door. "You can get ..."

"Now, now, darling, that's no way to talk to the woman next door. Not very neighbourly is it?"

I moved towards him, putting my hand on his chest, almost pushing my very impressive cleavage in his face. He was uncomfortable, I could feel him breathing hard, he must have been inhaling my perfume. This was actually fun!

"Come on, David. I mean, you don't want me to go down to the Rugby Club, do you? Would you like me to tell all your friends about what we got up to last night? Are you going there tonight? You are looking particularly gorgeous yourself tonight?"

Again, I had him. It was his turn to be under my thumb, I was the dominant one. I didn't want to waste the upper hand, I wanted HIM to obey ME this time. And if it meant he missed his night out and spent it with me, OK. I taunted him again.

"If you are, you could maybe give me a lift? Or shall we just stay in and get drunk together, you never know your luck? OK, so tell me how delightful I look tonight."

OK, so I'm a vain tranny. Aren't we all? I took his hand and moved back a little, holding out my other arm and posing, so he could get a good look. His eyes moved from my cleavage, down my body to my micro-dress, my stockings, high heels, then up to my carefully made-up face and jewellery and so on.

"Well?"

"You look fucking sensational!"

I glowed. Really glowed. I'd expected him to say 'You look OK' or something like that, but in his own foul-mouthed way he'd paid me an enormous compliment. I had just opened my mouth to thank him for that when, very much to my surprise, I heard and felt a movement behind me. I was jolted forward a little, towards David, and he'd had no option but to put an arm out to catch me. Someone had opened the door behind me! We hadn't moved right into the small lounge, just stood near the door, I think David was hoping I'd leave pretty quickly. In fact I know he did.

But I hadn't, and in the minute or two we'd been standing there someone - I had at that moment no idea who - had obviously come to visit. I turned, we both looked towards the door, both totally scared in our different way. David would be terrified someone would see him - with a transvestite - and I was worried I'd be found out with all the consequences that would bring.

There were in fact two visitors. The first was a young man, probably about David's age, maybe a little older, and the second was a woman. Both rather dressed up, both obviously going out for the evening. It was she who spoke first.

"Sorry David, I didn't know there would be - . Oh Hello, I'm Lisa. This is my boyfriend Jason."

And she held her hand out towards me. I looked at the hand, then up at their faces. I glowed - again!! Neither of them had 'read' me, they had both assumed I was female. The ultimate compliment, I think, for any tranny. But Lisa was waiting. Quickly I reached out my own right hand, I gripped David's even harder with my own left.

"Hi there, I'm Gemma," I said, as quietly and calmly as I could.

That's all I said, just the four words. It was enough. Lisa gently shook my hand, Jason didn't, he just nodded his 'hello'. I was 'passing'. Actually passing. Like most trannies I'd always secretly believed I could, at least I'd wanted to believe it. I'd always thought - one day, I'll try it. Find some sort of safe-ish situation, maybe in the evening or early morning when there weren't many people around. Dress up inconspicuously and probably wear just a little too much make-up, hopefully not so much as to attract attention. And go for a walk, or a drive maybe.

Yet here I was, in David's front room, confronted by two of his friends, at least at that moment I assumed they were. And passing. In a tight 'pelmet'! Yes! So what next? Hell, what next? Lisa decided for me.

"David, you dark horse, you. You never let on about Gemma, That's very naughty of you. Anyway, we just called to ask if we can have a lift to the club tonight, something's wrong with Jason's car. Can we all fit into your little thing? It should be OK, Gemma and I can squeeze in the back. If you don't mind, Gemma, that is."

Like I said, first time out, 'dress up inconspicuously'. I certainly hadn't. I'd wanted to wear the short tight dress in the hope maybe of just persuading David to stay in. I'd known that really wouldn't work but maybe the threat of some sort of exposure to his friends would do the trick. And I'd really had no thoughts beyond that.

But Lisa had read something else into the dress, she'd assumed quite naturally that since David had his suit on, clearly freshly showered and shaved and so on, and I was there in my tight blue dress and high heels, that he was taking me out. And being Sunday night, obviously taking me to the club, or somewhere special at least. She seemed at that moment to read my mind.

"Oh sorry, I mean, are you two off out somewhere else?"

"NO!" David replied just a little too loudly, suddenly aware that he was maybe about to be accused of taking a transvestite to dinner.

"Oh good," continued Lisa. "Come on, Gemma, let's shoe-horn ourselves into the back of David's car, then."

And she held out a well-manicured hand towards him. I didn't realise why, I wasn't thinking straight. But David didn't really have a choice. He reached into his pocket and passed his car keys to Lisa.

Basically he was fucked. He had no choice. The lovely Lisa had, as I said, come to the obvious conclusion and he just had to go along with it. Me? I was – worried. Concerned, Excited. Thrilled. All of the above, simultaneously. Lisa was a bouncy young thing, probably ten years younger than me though I like to think - again all trannies do, I suppose - that dressed and made up I can pass for younger. She almost skipped out to the car and I realised that despite my heels I was almost skipping too. This was fun. Even more fun than the previous night's cock sucking. That had been for a purpose, this was just FUN!

We stood by the car and chatted, we actually chatted, girl-to-girl for a few minutes. Lisa had just got round to asking a rather personal question about my relationship with David when he and Jason came out to join us. I realised that, delighted as I was to be in that situation, I was actually passing as a woman and I was going OUT but David was probably not so sure. He was going along with it because he had to, he didn't really have a choice. And what with the questions Lisa had started asking, we really did have to get a thing or two sorted out.

"Er - David darling? Where did you put that new eye-liner I bought? Is it in the bedroom? Can you come and show me?"

And I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the house after me. As we stopped inside the door I opened my handbag and got out my eye-liner pencil.

"What the hell was all that about? I mean, bedroom, now they both think..."

"David! Listen! Fuck that, you're taking me out on a date, like it or not. Now LISTEN! If anyone asks, and I bet someone will, we met in a pub a week ago. We've been out on one date, to the pictures, we saw the new Matrix film. And we haven't slept together yet. OK? Get that into your mind, we'll have to play the rest by ear."

"Look, I can't, Geof..."

"Gemma. I'm Gemma. You can, you have to. Now, come on!"

And I grabbed his hand again and pulled him back towards the car. Lisa and I did manage to squeeze ourselves into the two small seats in the back though I really did have to control myself in such close proximity to a sexily-clad young woman.

"Gemma? You're wearing stockings?" muttered Lisa as we drove along.

She probably couldn't help noticing, the hem of my dress had slid up as we squeezed ourselves in.

"Really, that's rather naughty of you, unless - does that mean - you and David, I mean - tonight, are you planning ...?"

I just smiled at her, I didn't want to say much.

"Maybe, if he's lucky."

At the club we got separated from Jason and Lisa almost as soon as we went in. And to be honest we rather stayed on the fringes of everything going on there all through the evening. This suited me fine, David was probably a bit disappointed though. When any of his friends did come up to us as we sat at the bar, I just played along, sitting there trying to look pretty, trying to do my 'boyfriend' justice. In that respect I think I did well, certainly I'm sure some of them muttered to each other when we were out of earshot, something about David's new woman, the tart with the tight skirt and long sexy legs. At least that's what I hoped they were saying. I did chat briefly to a couple of girls - I can't really say 'other girls' - during the evening, everyone wanted to know about David and me.

And the one thing which didn't happen - absolutely nobody all evening, of the fifteen or twenty we talked to at various stages of the evening, no-one said anything at all about anything to do with my gender. I'd 'passed' totally. I'd always hoped one day I'd get the chance, the evening really was wonderful.

Despite all the stuff going on, my cross-dressing, being there and in that situation, David didn't get pissed that evening. Nowhere near. He had one pint at the start of the evening, and then moved onto lemonade all the rest of the evening.

"It's the drink-driving, Gemma," Lisa said to me when she and Jason came over to say they had got a lift home with some different friends. "A couple of years ago, David's younger brother got badly injured, he was knocked down by a drunk driver. That hit him hard at the time, he's so careful now. It's not just the law or the ticket or whatever with him now, he's very strict on himself, and on his friends too. He often tells them off if someone's had too many and looks like he's going to drive home. Very strict."

I looked a little surprised. Not at the drink-driving thing, that made sense.

"Oh, no Gemma. I mean, if he's at home, or if he's out and someone sober is driving or if he's got a taxi arranged, well, then he's liable to get totally pissed out of his brain."

Which explained the previous evening. Eventually time was called and David drove me home. Lisa and Jason ended up getting a ride back with another couple, either home or somewhere else that is. When we got to David's house he went straight in and I followed.

He went straight to the drinks table and got himself a large something. He didn't offer me anything, he just sat there and stared at me. All through the evening, what with Lisa's questions at first and then with other people joining in we'd never actually been alone. So we'd not discussed anything about my being there. Clearly David was uncomfortable about it.

"So, David, can I get myself a drink?"

He just glared again and nodded. I got myself a gin-and-tonic and turned to face him.

"Well? Say something, David."

He just stared again. Then he did speak.

"I suppose you're happy with yourself. I mean, you are a faggot aren't you? Last night proved it. And tonight just confirms it. I mean, what kind of man would want to mince around looking like that?"

He really did seem rather bitter but his comments upset me, in fact they annoyed me.

"Look here, David. You've been playing me up and insulting me for weeks now. And there's no way I would have even thought about going along with you tonight, it was just that Lisa damn near insisted. Once she'd found us together it seemed the best way out. And you have to admit, I did a good job. I'm surprised how well I did myself, and yes, I enjoyed myself. So I'm a transvestite. There are different sorts of men who like dressing up, for me it's always been an ambition to 'pass' as a female and I did that tonight."

"So you want to be seen as a woman? And treated as one? I mean, are you planning on a sex change, having your cock cut off, that sort of thing?"

"David, I can't say I've not thought about it. But just a bit, not seriously. No, that's not for me. I just like being seen as a sexy woman."

And at that I stood to go and get myself another drink. A small one, I didn't want to overdo things myself. I got David another one too, then stood in front of him and posed to show off my legs and my figure.

"So what do you think then? You do realise most of your friends reckon we're an item, sleeping together and all that. I didn't say anything about that when that short blonde girl asked me - Marion, isn't it?"

"Yes, Marion."

"Well she thinks we're having it away."

He sat quietly for a moment.

"I never asked," he continued, relaxed by the drinks though still very sober. "I mean, are you actually gay? Going with men and all that?"

His tone had changed. Quite suddenly he wasn't being so aggressive, he was actually interested.

"No, never done that. I mean, until today I've never been anywhere dressed and I wouldn't have done if Lisa hadn't basically kidnapped me."

He just stared at me.

"Like I said tonight, mate, you do look fucking fantastic."

I glowed with satisfaction. I just had to thank him. I put my glass down and walked as sexily as I could up to him.

"Thank you David."

And I kissed him on the cheek. From that close up maybe he could have seen through me, past my disguise, but he didn't say anything. Or at least when he did I was very surprised.

"So you really want to be treated like a woman?"

"Yes, sure, that's been my fantasy for years."

And he kissed me again on the lips. Harder, then passionately. And I felt his hands probing round my back and tugging at the back of my dress. The kiss, that first really major kiss, it went on for ages. And during it things changed. I didn't hate him, didn't dislike him, not any more. HE was kissing ME. And as we just went on and on and became even more passionate I had the feeling David's opinions were changing too.

Eventually I pushed away though I admit I didn't really push very hard.

"David..."

"Shut it, Gemma. I really can't cope, my head's all over the place. I mean, you look so sexy and you feel just wonderful, I'm as horny as hell. If you're a woman I reckon you need fucking."

He pulled me close again and French-kissed me again, pulling the zip on my dress right down this time. Again I pushed him away.

"David, you can't ..."

"I said shut it. Now, you have a choice. I make love to you or I rape you. Which is it to be?"

He'd said it. Not 'fuck'. He'd said 'make love to'. I smiled. I knew.

The next morning I was up earlier than David. The events of the previous twelve hours had amazed me. And the first thing I had to do was to visit the bathroom and expel David's accumulated cum from my arse. We'd made love three times, I reckoned, each one a mind-blowing experience. I'd decided after the first David wasn't such a bad guy after all. OK so he'd treated me badly at first but since then - wow!

Very quickly and carefully, head down, I crept out of his back door and across to mine. I stripped, showered and changed, re-doing my make-up, then went back across to his place and sorted coffee and some croissants. I carried them up and put them beside the bed. He was still asleep.