RELUCTANT PRESS

"I adore beating MEN," she trilled as we came off the court and gave me a playful whollop across my bum.

"Okay, love," I answered cheerfully, "you 'dood' it fair and square. Let's go on to the showers and to luncheon; note, I didn't say 'lunch'. Lunches are bread and jam but I have rustled up summat fairly classy so take care to call it 'Luncheon' "Then I shall dress for the occasion."

"I will leave the flat door open and when you are ready just barge in. I belong to the venerable order of shower soakers and take a longish time to look decent again. And be a dear, put on those gorgeous black stockings you wear sometimes."

"I was going to anyway."

We made our way back to our flats in our own cars but I raced ahead and got back four minutes before she did. I had everything laid out on the bed but I felt I had to hurry and not pause to think of what I was getting up to.

Hurling my sweaty squash togs into the laundry basket I hastily showered, retalced, and entered the bedroom starkers. First I put on a waist nipper to be followed by a special pair of elastic panties with built-in hip pads and derriere. This was now overlaid with a front fastening black corselette with six suspenders. All this gives one a marvelous figure. I did up a pair of ultra sheer black stockings, very tight, and slipped into my 3" black high heels.

I surveyed myself in the full length mirror. Thank the Lord my legs are GOOD and looked plump and extremely feminine; I nearly swooned at the sight of them.

Until then, I was dressing a bit mechanically, but suddenly Dorothy took me over; Dorothy is my femme name. I started by having another go at my eyebrows and ended up with a pair of very thin arches.

"Ooh, la, la!" I murmured girlishly as I surveyed the shapely remnants. Slipping on black lace panties and petticoat, I began to have a go at my face. I say it myself, but the new 'unguent' had worked wonders. My skin was flawless and soft looking and extremely feminine.

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Base, rouge, shadow, eye liner and face powder followed as hastily as I dared. I slipped the black narrow skirted cocktail frock on before doing my lips in a bright pillarbox red. Then the long, curly, auburn wig, pearl necklace and pearl earrings and a woman's watch. I sat down to do my nails a matching pillarbox red and waved them around frantically to dry the varnish.

"My God, Doug, you take as long as a girl to dress," called out Paula from the lounge. "What are you up to in that bedroom of yours?" she called.

I hadn't heard her come in.

"Shan't be a minute," I called back. "You can pour yourself a drink and pour me a large scotch at the same time." I reached for the scent spray and sprayed on far too much. It was a short sleeved frock and was worn with a pair of long black nylon gloves. I picked up the handbag and regarded myself in the mirror. I think I was shaking a bit but there was no way of back-tracking and funking it now.

I made my way casually into the sitting room. "Now, where is that drink you were supposed to pour me?" I asked, as if what I were doing was the most natural thing in the world.

I doubt if a lightning bolt could have had more effect on Paula as I entered the room. Her jaw literally dropped open like a cartoon figure with an exclamation mark above the head.

"Dougie," she positively squeaked out. She had never used the diminutive form of 'Doug' or 'Douglas' before, "and to think that I thought you were a bit of a nerd."

Taking my gloved hands in her own, she stretched out my arms and leaned back a little, head slightly to one side. "What imagination. and what exquisite detail. You don't come within a million miles of being a nerd. You lovely creature, YOU!"

With this, she gave my hands a little extra squeeze and let them drop at last.

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