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I met Gabrielle at a music festival where I played with my band. After our gig, she complimented me on our show and we started to chat. She was over from the UK and was staying with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressed by this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultra black makeup, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnet boots. We directly clicked and she started telling about her life in London. It appeared she was a professional corset maker. She showed me some pictures of her work on her IPhone.“Wow, that’s really cool,” I said as I looked at some glamorous pictures of gorgeous girls, dressed in lingerie and Victorian corsets, “it must be amazing to wear one of those.” She showed some more pictures until there was a picture of a blonde girl in a purple latex dress. Hypnotized I murmured, “Mmmm, that feels so good.”She looked me straight into my eyes. “How do you know?”I blushed and stammered that maybe I had some experience in that field.“Interesting, tell me more,” she teased.For some reason I couldn’t stop myself and told Gabrielle all about my secret life as Irene, blushing all the time. I told her that my girlfriend didn’t know, that I dressed up quite often, taking pictures of me and posting them on Flickr.She looked me up and down. With a bit of amused disbelieve she said, “I’d really like to see that.”I shrugged and thought, ok, what the heck, and showed her my Flickr page on my phone.Now it was her turn to be stunned. “Oh wow, is that really you? You are so cute! And do you do your makeup yourself? And those outfits, where do you get them?”I nodded shyly. “Thank you, I learned doing makeup from YouTube. I have some stuff and wigs in a secret stash and I borrow most of the clothes and shoes from my girlfriend, we are about the same size.” I blurted out.“And you say you’ve never been out as Irene! That is such a shame. You should go to parties all dolled up. It would be so much fun!”I told her that I just Escort ankara didn’t dare to go outside because I was afraid that somebody would recognize me. I had dreamed of going to Tgirl parties and makeovers in other cities in Holland but the truth was that I just couldn’t find the courage to do so…”Well, maybe Irene should come over to London and spend some days at my place. I’m sure she’ll love it,” Gabrielle said.“You mean, stay at your place as a girl?” My knees suddenly became very wobbly.“Yes sure, why not. It will be fun. I’ll dress you up and we’ll go out with my friends.”My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry and I didn’t know what to say.“Let’s set a date now otherwise you’ll chicken out. Shall we say Thursday the 25th of August? There’s nice Goth party that Saturday. I’ll take you to it.”I nodded, still a bit stupefied. Her friends called that their taxi was leaving. Quickly she wrote her mail address on a flyer, kissed me on the lips and ran off. “See you in London, Irene!”In a state of shock, I went to my band mates to bring our gear to the van. The bass player said, “Are you ok? I saw you talking to that chick; did she make a move on you or something?” The drummer just chuckled.“Sort of,” I said meekly, and I was very quiet on our way home.A month later I sat in the Eurostar, on my way to London, with butterflies in my tummy. It had taken me some days and restless nights to work up the courage to mail Gabrielle. She replied sweetly that she had certainly not forgotten our meeting, that her flatmates also loved my photos on Flickr and that Irene was still welcome to come over to London. She would pick me up on Thursday the 25th, at St. Pancras station at 7pm, after work.Flatmates? What the … ?I travelled lightly as Gabrielle has written, “Don’t bring too many clothes, I’ll take care of everything.” I arrived on schedule in London. Gabrielle was waiting on the platform, wearing a cute girly summer dress Balgat escort with biker boots, her red hair in a ponytail. She looked very pretty and bubbly and she was happy to see me. We kissed and she looked me in the eyes.“Nervous?”“No, not at all,” I bluffed with a coy smile which betrayed that this was actually the scariest adventure of my life.“Don’t worry, Irene,” she said, “you’ll love being a girl.” She took me by the hand and we walked to the tube. In the tube we chatted about her work, music, movies and gradually I started to feel at ease.After half an hour of travelling, we entered the place where she lived, an old house with two storeys which she shared with her two flatmates, Debbie and Becca. They would be home later that evening so Gabriella said that we would have plenty of time for Irene to appear. Immediately, I felt that sinking feeling in my stomach again.We drank tea on the couch, although I felt I could use something stronger. Gabrielle had prepared a bath for me, and I relaxed in the warm, rose-scented water. I took my razor out of my backpack and shaved twice until my face was completely smooth. After half an hour Gabrielle came in with a tube of Veet.“Ok, honey, now dry yourself and put this cream all over your body, except for your pubic hair.”I rubbed the foul smelling stuff all over my body, careful not to miss a spot. After ten minutes I scraped my skin and all hair came off, leaving my skin all smooth and rosy. Suddenly, Gabrielle came in. I felt embarrassed but she didn’t seem to mind at all, seeing me as nude as I had ever been.“Mmmm, smooth as a baby. Me likes,” she said, “ now, stand still for the final touch.”She took a razor and started grooming my pubic hair, just leaving a cute heart shaped patch above my cock. I just stood there, waiting what would come next.“Ok, Irene, time for your boobies,” she said and went out of the bathroom. She came back with a plastic bag and a spray Batıkent escort bayan can. She took out two fake breasts and sprayed them. She told me to stand still, cleaned my chest with a tissue and some alcohol and sprayed on some glue.After a minute she took a breast form and pressed it against my chest. She admired the result and applied the second one.“Wow, that’s a nice rack, Irene!” she said. “C Cup, I think. I guess the glue will hold for some days. And sorry about the nipples, but don’t worry, it will only give you more attention from the guys.” She laughed, but I wasn’t sure if I should laugh too.I looked down and saw two completely natural boobies, firm and with enthusiastically erect nipples. Oh my god, what is happening to me….Gabrielle handed me a dressing gown and said, “Ok, Irene, now go to your room on the first floor and put on what I’ve laid out ready for you on your bed.”I went upstairs, feeling the cold air against my naked skin and with the strange sensation of the two boobs pulling on my skin and disturbing my balance.In my room, there were some clothes lying on the bed. A set of matching bra and panties in black lace and some hold-up stockings. The lingerie had a cute butterfly pattern and the panties had a little bow on the back. I put on the bra and was amazed how it fitted with my new set of boobies. I couldn’t help touching myself and admiring the feel and the weight of it. The panties came next. With some force, I pushed my semi-erect cock between my legs and I pulled up the thong. The lace covered my pussy and the string went nicely between my ass cheeks.The hold-up stockings came next. I rolled them up and put them on, slowly enjoying the magical feeling of nylon against my smooth skin. I pulled them up as far as I could, playfully letting the elastic snap against my thighs. Oh, my god, this feels so good, I thought.I went downstairs again. Gabrielle heard me come down and admired me, “Wow, you’re looking hot, dear; now follow me to my room for your makeup.”I followed her into a room which had the atmosphere of a boudoir and was pointed to a low chair in front of a vanity table with a mirror.“Relax, Irene,” Gabrielle said, “I’ll give you the makeover of your dreams.” She put a large towel over the mirror.

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