After the Dreams (Caroline's Company) (15 page)

‘But didn’t you... like each other?’ asked Cassie

‘Oh yes, Jenny really used to like fucking with me. By the
time we were seventeen we had tried out about everything we could think of.
That’s one reason why she didn’t want me to go on to hormones properly. She
said she wanted parts of me to keep working properly. It’s as well we managed
to keep everything hidden from our parents. I think Jenny’s elder sister knew,
and I think she may have told Lizzy, but neither of them gave us away. Mum and
Dad were just happy that I’d got a girlfriend.’

‘Did the herbal stuff work?’ asked Cassie. ‘Did you start to
... develop?’

‘Oh yes. My nipples got puffy, and I grew little breasts.
Jenny used to get really excited by that, and loved playing with them. It got
so that I couldn’t go to a swimming pool, and I had to always wear baggy
shirts. Anyway, we both got on quite well at school. Everyone knew we were
involved with each other and just left us alone. I got really interested in
psychology, and Jenny wanted to go into nursing. So we both got places at Uni
and were really looking forward to moving into our own places. When we got
there, we didn’t live in the same flat, but we were quite close, and I could
really come out. I got my hair done properly for the first time, and wore
makeup a lot of the time. Just eyeliner you know, but it made me feel great. I wore
ordinary clothes, jeans and shirts sort of thing in the day, but when we went
out in the evening I could wear proper dresses, and show off my shape. We were
on the edge of the gay scene, and everyone we met, well most people, were
fairly friendly and non-threatening. Jenny suggested that I get some permanent
makeup, for my eyeliner. I was hesitating a bit, but she got so excited by the
idea that I had it done, and got my ears pierced.’

‘That sounds quite... dramatic,’ said Cassie.

‘Yes, are you going to get yours done?’

‘I expect so. I really like ear rings, and coping with
clip-ons is a nuisance. But Jo said to wait for a few months, to see if I’m
really... happy with everything.’

‘I’m sure you will be. You look to me like you were meant to
be a lovely girl,’ Sadie replied reassuringly, and patted Cassie’s hands. She
sounded just like Sylvie, and as Cassie realised later, just like Caroline as
well.

‘So what happened then?’ asked Cassie.

‘Jenny got really really excited by my permanent makeup, and
she gave me some really big hoop earrings, and we had this most amazing
evening. We went out to the club we’d found. My breasts had grown in some more
by then, and we both wore amazing matching dresses.  We thought we might get
into trouble if our dancing got any sexier, so we went back to my flat, and
Jenny made me do a striptease, and when I was naked I had to undress her, and
we did just about everything we had ever done before. Then... then...’ Sadie
stopped.

Cassie saw tears in her eyes.

‘Then... she dumped me.’

‘How could she do that?’ Cassie was much more shocked by
this than by the trans-gender experimentation.

‘Oh – she didn’t come round for a few days and then she sent
me a text saying we needed to talk. We met up in a cafe where we usually went,
and she said... she said...’ Sadie stopped again.

‘It’s OK,’ said Cassie, taking the other girl’s hands, ‘You
don’t need to go on.’

‘No, it’s alright. I’ll tell you the full tale, and then you
can see how lucky you are! I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have said that. Caroline
did say that you had had your own... troubles.’

‘Well yes...’

‘She didn’t say what of course. It’s one of Caroline’s rules
that people tell their own stories when they want to. But she did say that we
needed to take care of you, and give you plenty of time.’

They both hesitated, and then gave each other a long hug.
Both girls had tears in their eyes.

‘Anyway – I’d better carry on and tell you the full story of
Sadie - so far.’

‘Only if you want to,’ said Cassie.

‘Oh yes I’d better,’ replied Sadie, drying her eyes on her
towelling robe. ‘Anyway it’s years ago now.’  She took a deep breath.

‘Anyway, Jenny said that she didn’t think we should see each
other so much, and we should each try and work things out for ourselves. Then
she left, and I’ve never heard from her again, and I’ve seen her, well, seen
her just once.’

‘That’s terrible, how could she be like that to you when
you’d known each other for so long?’

‘People do these things. Sometimes their own reasons just
don’t make sense to anybody else. Anyway, I completely went to pieces. I kept
missing lectures and tutorials, didn’t eat properly, didn’t really do anything.
The only place I wanted to go was to the club where we had last been together.
I used to dress up properly to go, and I hoped that perhaps if she went
there... But she never did, or at least not then. This club is rather – exotic.
There are a lot of transvestites and transgender people who go there, and gays
and lesbians and a few straight couples who like the atmosphere. Sometimes the
owner arranges private shows which get very raunchy indeed. After a few weeks
she offered me a job. She (she’s called Mistress Victoria, or Vicky if you know
her really well and are invited) said that she could see that I was unhappy and
kept coming back, and if I kept coming to the club I might as well get paid for
it. She also said that I looked really good, and she liked having attractive
bar staff ‘cos it was good for business. So I started for a few evenings a
week, but I hadn’t got much else to do so I started to work every night the
club was open. I was always tired during the day, because the club didn’t close
till after 2:00am in the week, and much later on Fridays and Saturdays, so I
missed even more Uni work. I let my hair grow long, and wore really dramatic
makeup, and very revealing clothes, and I learnt to flirt with the customers,
all sorts of them. I got to like the compliments as well, and when I went round
the tables to deliver drinks and collect empties and so on, sometimes people
would try to touch me up, or just stroke my bum. At first I didn’t like it at
all, but I got used to it, and got to like people appreciating me, even men, who
I hadn’t really wanted anything to do with before. Then there was a theme
night, Mistress arranged them occasionally, and we all had to be bunny girls,
(and boys). You know, the full works, fishnet tights and these incredible
corsets, and cuffs and tails and ears!’

Sadie wiggled a little and pushed her chest out as she said
this.

‘The boys behind the bar had to
wear stockings, and little shiny briefs and cuffs and tails and ears – and
nothing else!  (Well I helped a few of them with a little eyeliner and eyeshadow.)
Actually it was rather fun, like when I used to dress up with my sister and her
friends. It got to be quite an evening, even if getting round the tables in six
inch heels was tricky, and with hands everywhere!’

‘I thought bunny girls weren’t
allowed to be touched,’ said Cassie.

‘When there were proper Playboy clubs possibly not, but in
Mistress Victoria’s nobody minded. To tell you the truth I was just getting
high on the attention.  Then one of the customers said that it was
discriminatory that the boys were topless and the girls weren’t. There were two
‘proper’ girls and me. One of them wouldn’t, but the other one, Melanie, said
she would if I would. So we went and changed into what the boys were wearing.
Well I did. Mel kept her tights and a little topless body, she said it made her
bottom look better, and she had lovely full breasts. Mine had grown a bit more
by now, but I still felt .. oh I suppose androgynous... part boy part girl.
Anyway, I said to Mel how much I envied her breasts, and she said we should
make a little show. Mistress Vicky (who was listening) said “What a good idea,”
and found a black leather collar and a chain for me, and gave us some ideas.
So, Mel led me back into the club and kept me on my chain all evening. When we
had to go round the tables, she handcuffed my hands behind my back, and
fastened my chain to one of her cuffs, and led me round. Whenever someone
complimented her on her breasts she said  “And Sadie thinks so to, don’t you
love” and I had to lick her nipples, and whenever anyone asked if they could do
that as well, Mel told them that they couldn’t, but they could lick mine
instead.  Lots of the customers loved that, and I did as well. But of course, I
was only wearing these little briefs so I couldn’t hide what I felt about all
the attention.

Mistress Vicky asked me if I was OK, and was I enjoying it,
and I said that I was, very much. Then she asked me if I would like to go into
one of the back rooms with her and help her with a few more intimate customers.
So I did.’

‘What did you have to do?’ asked Cassie.

‘Well that first night, not very much. There were people who
came to be dominated by Vicky, and I had to help her and do what I was told.
Eventually, when she had this person (who was a transvestite when she started)
naked and tied up, – she used me as a doll, and kept rubbing me in front of
him, and playing with my breasts and asking him if he liked them. Then she stripped
off my briefs, and started playing with my cock in front of him, and when I
came she made him lick me clean.’

‘Didn’t you mind?’ asked Cassie.

‘I was so high I didn’t mind at
all. There plenty of mirrors in the room, so I could see all this happening to
me, and I loved it. It was like being my sister’s doll again, but with added
attractions! At the end of the night, well early morning by then, Vicky gave me
a special bonus, and said she would talk to me more that evening and that she
had a special offer to make to me. Vicky had two clubs, one was the one where I
worked at, where all the ‘different’ sort of people went, and the other was a
more ‘conventional’ pole dancing club. I’d only been there once before, and
didn’t really like it much. The girls were nice to look at, but the men were mostly
slobbery and horrible. Why these middle-aged often fat and often balding men
should think that any of these young, fit and athletic girls would want
anything to do with them I just couldn’t understand; then – I learned better
later.’

‘Anyway, Vicky spoke to me that
night at the pole dancing club,(it was called ‘Shiny Girls’)  and made me an
offer I really didn’t want to refuse. She could see that I wanted to be more
and more female, and she would help me get hormone treatments and proper
medical checks, if I would work for her and help her with her more private
customers. She would also arrange for me to have gymnastic and pole dancing
lessons, and if I got on OK and wanted to, I could work in Shiny Girls as well.
Well, I suppose I was just completely muddled. After Jenny dumped me all that
was left of my life revolved round my body, and clothes and makeup, and getting
attention. I’d completely lost interest in University and my studies. So I went
along with Vicky’s proposal. She got me proper female hormones, and regular
checks at a rather grubby private clinic, and put me in touch with a friend of
hers who ran a beauty salon, so I could have laser treatment and electrolysis
on what little face and body hair I’d actually grown. There was also this gym
where I went with some of the pole-dancers, and I had to all kinds of exercises
and training routines, even ballet classes!

I really liked doing all this, but I think now that I hoped
that if I got properly developed and female then Jenny might like me again. I
think the only thing I worried about was that Jenny had liked me completely
smooth, with no pubic hair, and Vicky said that most of her customers would
like me with a little heart shaped patch which she insisted I kept dyed a shiny
blonde.’

‘I thought you were a natural blonde,’ interrupted Cassie.

‘I am, but quite a dark blonde really, and my pubic hair
grows a bit darker still. Anyway, Vicky made me keep this little shiny gold
heart shape just above my pubis. All the rest of me of course had to be kept
really smooth.’

‘I think I like being smooth all over,’ confided Cassie.

‘If that’s what you like then do it; and Caroline likes
smooth people of course, look at Sylvie.’

Cassie remembered the smooth-all-over slave girl from the
previous night, and blushed slightly. But she also remembered the naked Jo in the
drawing room, and her trimmed and decorated patch.

Sadie might have been reading her thoughts.

‘But Caroline really likes people to be what they really
want to be and I, and now you, benefit from that!’

Sadie hugged the younger girl again, and kissed her lightly
on the cheek.

‘Anyway, Mistress Victoria helped me towards me being what
she wanted me to be, and since that was a sexy doll with breasts and a penis, I
went along with that. Most of it was quite fun, once I got used to it. Even
though she was effectively pimping me out to her “special” customers, she took
care not to sell me to anyone who would hurt me, or was particularly gross.’

‘But that made you a... a tart, a prostitute!’ exclaimed
Cassie

‘Yes I was,’ replied Sadie quietly. ‘But I was also
discovering who I was, and developing ideas about who I wanted to be. The gym
and the pole dancing classes were really good and helped me move and dance
really well.’

Cassie remembered how graceful both Sadie and Sylvie had
been the previous evening and night. Even with no clothes on at all they had
always moved with a sexy elegance.

‘And,’ continued Sadie, ‘some
of the “customers” were really fun. I got taken out to dinner or a club and
treated properly before being fucked, and I quite enjoyed some of the sessions
in the other club with Mistress Vicky. I still worked there of course, and as
my body developed even more, I came to really crave physical attention. I loved
being stroked and petted and touched up. I loved it.’

‘Not everybody was so nice of course. There was one couple
Vicky sent me to..’