A Summer of Changes

by Louise Anne Smithson

Book 4 Chapter 1

Birthday girl

Samantha was up and ready half an hour early on the Friday morning and so whilst her housemate was in the shower and putting on her makeup she was able to prepare them some breakfast.

‘Happy birthday Denise!’ she said as her friend emerged from her bedroom. ‘So now you've only one more year left as a teenager!’

Denise smiled.

Samantha kissed her on the cheek and handed her an envelope. Inside there was a large ‘girly’ birthday card. Denise smiled at the wording on the card and thanked her, then noticed there was another smaller envelope inside.

‘What’s this?’ she asked.

‘It’s your birthday present. It's a special promotion I saw in the newspaper - two people to have bed and breakfast in a posh Brighton hotel. However, you'll need to get your skates on as it is only valid for Saturday nights in July.’

‘Thank you, but that only leaves 31st July as I'm staying with Sue and Alison tomorrow and have promised to go out with John on 24th. Would that date be ok for you?’

Samantha sighed.

‘It wasn't intended for me to go with you. I thought you might like to invite my cousin,’ she answered.

‘Hang on a minute, I don’t want to go sharing a bedroom with him, when we hardly know one another,’ said Denise, a little put out by her friend’s suggestion.

‘You wouldn’t have to share a bed, if you didn’t want to; the rooms all have twin queen-sized beds.’

‘But it still could get embarrassing.’

‘Not if you made it clear to him exactly where you both stood at the outset,’ said Samantha. ‘I felt bad that we spoiled your date with John tonight and thought it might be an ideal opportunity for you two to have a little privacy to get to know one another. You can’t easily bring him back here with his cousin hovering in the background, and you can’t go to his place as he will be staying with Jane for a while. At least give the idea some consideration, and if you really don't want to risk going with him then I'll go with you on the 31st.’

‘Alright, I’ll think about it, but in any event thanks for the present,’ replied Denise giving her friend a kiss.

‘What clothes for the weekend are you planning to take in to work with you?’ asked Samantha.

‘I don’t know really, I can’t take anything too dressy or else it will give away that I know that we're all going out together.’

‘You're right, take fairly ordinary clothes, I'm sure Sue and Jane will have foreseen that problem and will probably offer to lend you something to wear once they tell you where they're planning to take you tonight.’

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They had to leave home before the post arrived and so Denise would have to wait to see if there were cards from Norwich. However, during the course of their journey, her mother phoned to wish her a happy birthday and wanted to know how she intended to spend the evening. This was followed by a call from Julia asking the same question.

‘I've been invited by various colleagues to go out clubbing — a true girls’ night out,’ she told Julia.

‘But what about this John, isn’t he taking you out?’

‘I’ll be seeing him briefly at lunchtime today, but we're planning to go out together next weekend.’

‘In that case good luck for next week, and in the meanwhile have a great time yourself this evening.’

Once she arrived at work Denise was greeted with cards from all her colleagues.

As Sue handed over her card she said, ‘Alison and I have both got a present for you but we will hand them over tonight when we're both there.’

‘Thank you,’ answered Denise smiling.

She put her various cards on display on her desk, noting with pleasure that they were all feminine ones that acknowledged her adopted gender. She then went to get changed so they could get on with their day’s work.

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Helen came in during their coffee break with a cream cake and a couple of gift-wrapped boxes.

‘Here you are Denise, happy birthday, these are for you,’ she said handing them over.

Denise opened the boxes and found some tight pink leggings, a glittery halter top, and a pair of high heeled strappy sandals. It went through her mind that there had been some discussion by her colleagues and that this was the outfit that they were expecting her to wear in the evening.

She smiled and thanked Helen whilst at the same time asked herself, how on earth she would be able to wear the leggings without giving herself away with bulges below the waistline?

‘Helen, you've already given me a couple of outfits to wear’ she said.

‘I know, but that was back in May, I usually give my employees some clothes on their birthday; free samples are one of the perks of working in the fashion business.’

‘Thank you; you're very generous,’ said Denise.

‘No, I want to thank you! I know how hard you've been working recently and that we've made excellent progress in photographing the stock. In fact I'd like you to take a break from modelling next week and help me to launch the first phase of the web site. Sue tells me that she'll have plenty of work with Samantha on her own.’

‘All right, but you understand that I'll still be coming in to work dressed as Denise.’

‘Yes of course, it wouldn't make any sense to change back into a man just for a few days.’

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John arrived punctually at 1.00 pm but they had not finished the morning’s work. Denise was uncertain how she should react to him in front of the others, who all now knew that she would be going out with him. However, she plucked up courage and when he wished her a happy birthday she kissed him briefly on the lips. They both blushed as she did so.

‘Would you mind waiting for five minutes whilst we finish this job?’ she asked smiling sweetly. ‘You can talk to Jane.’

‘No problem,’ he replied.

At last she was ready to leave and the couple went off to get some lunch at a nearby coffee bar.

‘This is for you, I hope you like it,’ he said handing over a package neatly wrapped in silver paper with a pink bow.

Inside Denise found a blue/grey silk lingerie set. She gasped in surprise and then held them up to examine them.

‘I hope you don’t think that they're too personal for a gift; I could always change them if you don't like them,’ he said hesitantly.

‘No, I think they're a lovely gift. Thank you very much. A girl can never have too many nice underclothes,’ she answered, and leaned across to kiss him on the cheek.

‘It was Samantha’s suggestion, and Jane ordered them for me through your work. I would never have known what to get you, and in any event would never have the courage to go into a shop and buy something like this,’ he replied.

‘Yes I thought your present bore the hallmarks of your two cousins, the colour exactly matches my new dress.’

‘And your eyes,’ he added.

Denise didn't answer, but he could see she was pleased that he'd noticed.

‘Are we still ok for next Saturday night?’ he asked.

‘Yes of course,’ she answered sweetly, ‘I am really looking forward to it.’

‘Good.’

She hesitated for a second before responding.

‘In fact I was wondering whether you would like to spend next weekend at Brighton with me?’ she asked tentatively.

‘What do you have in mind?’

She explained about the hotel offer.

‘If you drive us down and pay for our dinner and a nightclub, I'll provide the bed and breakfast. But please don’t get the wrong idea, it'll be twin beds. I'm not planning to sleep with you after our first date.’

He blushed, but looked quite pleased.

‘I understand, and yes, I'd love to go with you. Perhaps we can have a look around Brighton on the Sunday as well before we go home?’

‘That would be fine by me.’

She was about to add, ‘and I may even wear my new lingerie when we go out on Saturday night’, but stopped herself in case it gave him the wrong idea.

‘Thank you. That will more than make amends for cancelling our date tonight.’

‘I’ll go ahead and book the hotel then,’ she said, blushing a little.

‘See if you can find a nice restaurant on the Internet as well whilst you are at it. If you let me know where you would like me to take you, I'll make the arrangements’ he said.

‘I’ll find a restaurant, but you can choose a club,’ she replied.

‘Alright, but it may not be easy for me to see you again before next weekend as I'm now going to Birmingham and my new job is likely to keep me pretty busy next week. However, I’ll telephone you over the weekend if I may.’

‘I'd like that,’ she replied. ‘And don’t worry if you want to contact me next week, from the sound of things I'll be spending much of next week sitting at my computer rather than modelling clothes.’

‘Maybe we can exchange emails and text messages in that case.’

Denise had to return to her work and John needed to leave for Birmingham before the motorway became too busy, so they finished their coffees and went their separate ways after briefly exchanging another kiss on the lips.

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‘So what did you think of John’s birthday present?’ asked Samantha as they were getting changed for the next photographic session.

‘Very nice, but I don’t think he would have chosen it without a fair amount of guidance from his cousins,’ Denise answered smiling.

‘Sorry if it seems as if Jane and I are always interfering, but we only want you to get over your inhibitions about having a good time as Denise.’

‘We'll have to see, but I've arranged for John to come with me to Brighton on Saturday week.’

‘Good for you!’

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By the end of the afternoon none of her younger colleagues had said anything about their going out together during the evening and Denise was even wondering whether the arrangements had been cancelled. As soon they were finished work Samantha left with her sister but Sue had to finish downloading the last batch of pictures. Denise therefore stayed on to help, and it was almost 6.00 pm before they arrived at the Sue’s home. As they entered the flat, Alison, Jane and Samantha suddenly appeared from various hiding places.

‘Surprise!’ they said in unison.

‘Happy birthday Denise,’ said Alison, giving her a kiss and handing her a card.

Before she could answer Jane came forward to speak.

‘We all think that you need to get out and enjoy yourself more, so we're taking you out clubbing this evening.’

‘So that was the reason for the leggings and halter top. They didn't strike me as being the sort of thing that Helen might choose.’

‘It was our suggestion, especially for this evening,’ answered Jane.

‘The only trouble is those leggings will be bound to show off a tell-tale bulge between my legs,’ she replied.

‘Ah, but we've foreseen that problem, and that's where my present will come into its own’ said Sue, handing over a small package.

Denise opened the package and found a small, belt like garment.

'What is it?’ she asked intrigued.

‘It is called a gaff, it is a means of tucking your dangly bits away out of sight, so you can wear tight clothes without giving the game away. They're worn by female impersonators. I have made four of them for you; two to wear when you go out and two others to use at work when we begin to model leggings and tight skirts. I'll have to show you how to use it if you don't mind.

Before Denise could answer, Alison chipped in.

‘I’ve got you a special pair of padded control pants which will flatten your belly whilst at the same time enhancing your hips and bum,’ she said handing over her present.

‘And I’ve bought you a basque to hold in your waist and give you an hour-glass figure,’ said Jane.

Denise took the offered gifts and opened them, and thanked the respective donors.

‘Why do I get the distinct impression that my friends regard me as their full-sized Barbie doll?’

‘In that case we will have to look out for a full-sized ‘Ken’ for you tonight,’ commented Alison.

‘Don’t worry, Samantha and I've already got that in hand,’ said Jane.

‘I hope he comes better equipped than the real ‘Ken‘, added Alison.

Denise blushed.

Come on then Barbie, you can have a quick shower and then come through to my bedroom with your presents and we'll get you sorted out down below,’ said Sue.

Ten minutes later Denise emerged, dressed only in a blue housecoat borrowed from Sue.

Sue went to the freezer in her kitchen and took out a plastic ice cream carton that had been inside

‘Ok Denise, would you mind inserting your unwanted organ into this sheath and attach the belt round your waist.

Denise did as she was told. The tip of her penis emerged from the end of the sheaf, and a thin strap hung down below.

‘I'm afraid that I'm going to need to touch your scrotum, but I’ll be wearing rubber gloves,’ said Sue.

‘Sue this is rather embarrassing, can’t I just tuck it in my pants as I usually do.’

‘No, as you've said yourself, you wouldn't be able to do it well enough to wear tight leggings without showing a bulge. To do that you will have to push up the testes into the cavity in your body, then we can fold back your penis and scrotum much more effectively, and hold them in place with the gaff. I can show you how to do it this time and thereafter you will be able to do it for yourself’

‘Won’t it do me an injury?’

‘No the testes sometimes naturally go back inside your body if you are very cold or when you are under stress, but they should always descend again without any trouble.’

‘What if I need to go to the toilet when my penis is held back?’

‘According to an article on the internet on the subject, you should be able to urinate in that position with a little practice, but of course you'll have to sit down to do so. Now this is going to feel rather cold for a few minutes, but it shouldn't hurt.’

She took out an ice cold cooling bag from the plastic carton and held it on to his testicles. After a minute or so she replaced it with another one from the same box. A minute or so later she quickly felt the scrotum and could find no trace of the testes, and so Sue pulled the strap between her legs and attached it to a clip at the rear of the belt. The strap had an adjustor, which Sue proceeded to tighten until the penis was held securely out of sight. Only the tip emerged from the end.

‘How does it feel?’ she asked.

‘Not as uncomfortable as I thought'’ answered Denise.

‘Good, in that case you can put on your padded pants and then Jane can help you to put on the basque she has bought for you.'

‘Before I do, let me first see if I can go to the toilet when I am trussed up like this.

Five minutes later she emerged from the toilet.

‘Any luck?’ asked Sue.

‘It took a little time to come, but did so eventually, and it was not uncomfortable. I’ll have to be careful to wipe it afterwards as I can no longer shake the drips away’ she answered.

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Denise put on a pair of her own knickers and then the padded control briefs, so that there was no longer any indication that she was wearing the gaff. She had never worn a basque before and required Jane’s assistance to put it on for the first time. It was tight and a little constricting but certainly improved the look of her waistline.

‘You won’t need the suspenders for tonight as you'll be wearing the leggings and sandals’ said Jane as she detached them, but don’t lose them as the next time you may want to have stockings.’

Denise then put on her new leggings, the halter top and strapped on her sandals and looked at herself in Sue’s full length mirror. There was no trace of any bulge, and she was glad that she'd recently painted her toenails as these looked most attractive with the sandals. Sue came in once again to see how she was progressing.

‘Just give me a quarter of an hour to put on some more make up and fix my hair before we leave.’

‘In the event it took her a full half hour, as she went to considerable trouble over her makeup, using a satin finish lipstick, three shades of eye shadow and a couple of coats of mascara to set off her eyes. Eventually at 9.15pm she stepped into the living room where the others were waiting having just finished getting themselves ready.

‘Is there any trace of a bulge?’ asked Denise.

‘None at all, you look fine’ answered Samantha, ‘so let us go and hit the town.’

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The evening of Denise’s nineteenth birthday was therefore spent out with four of her female friends, visiting a number of nightclubs, having a good laugh and dancing with various guys, but nobody was looking for any relationship. Everyone had fun, and nobody had too much to drink, out of deference to Jane, who was already a little concerned about the alcohol she had consumed immediately prior to, and after her wedding, at a time when she must have been pregnant. At first Denise found it quite difficult to dance wearing her new outfit, but gradually got used to what she was wearing and was happy to join in the fun fully confident that she would not give herself away. Eventually at about 2.00 am the party broke up and the participants went to their respective homes or places they were staying for the weekend.

(Next time Denise embarks on a path that could lead to some far-reaching changes.)