Chloe and Aurora Ch. 04

If I wasn’t at work or meeting with work colleagues or friends I was Chloe. Chris was definitely taking more of a back seat.

Aurora and I shared a sort of normal life in the week, even though I spent most of the time living as Chloe. We cooked, talked, cuddled, watched movies and did the things that normal couples do. We had ventured out as a girl couple for dinner a couple of times, each time I gained a little more confidence. Unsuspecting gentlemen held doors open for us. Ladies would ask us about our clothes, bags, hair and perfume choices. I received several compliments regarding my skirt, blouse and jacket combinations. Most of the people we had met were lovely and I had a great experiences. There was only one bad experience when some yob had called us something derogatory assuming we were both female.

We met up with Stephanie and had an afternoon of shopping. Aurora and I were able to buy Stephanie her favourite perfume as a thank you for our most recent visit. We all purchased new lingerie sets. I also bought a new nightdress for Aurora with matching knickers and robe in midnight blue. We had lunch and coffee before going our separate ways agreeing to another shopping venture before Christmas.

Stephanie had invited us to dinner and we had discussed the business venture that she had proposed some weeks before about providing what had been labelled feminisation services. She had conducted research and found that there were some providers, but mostly as dominants. She had invited us as partners to the company and was working on the legal requirements. I would provide technical expertise as well as be a creative consultant. Aurora would provide business advice and also ideas.

It was Friday evening I had immediately changed from Chris to Chloe upon my return home. My transformation was becoming quicker and easier. Aurora had let herself into my apartment and prepared dinner. Aurora had proven to be a very good cook, but still preferred it when I cooked. We were both wearing our ‘work’ wear: lingerie, skirts, blouses and heels. We had eaten a vegetable stir fry and were chilling watching the discovery channel about an archaeological discovery in South America. Aurora had been uneasy for most of the evening, and I knew she had something on her mind. I decided to give her space: she would tell me in her own time. She suddenly grabbed the TV remote and switched off the screen.

“Sometimes your reasonable attitude drives me crazy,” she exclaimed.

I guess we were having a fight, but I had no idea why. Like all relationships we had intense discussions and difference of opinions before, but this felt different.

“Okay, what did I do?” I asked.

“You know I have something on my mind, but you don’t ask me!”

“Aurora, I didn’t want to intrude. If we want to talk about something we do. I know you usually need time to think things through.”

“See, exactly you are so thoughtful!”

I was at a loss, I was confused and a little hurt. I made a decision.

“Aurora, please tell me what is troubling you?”

I had expected more shouting, instead she burst into a flood of tears. I pulled her into an embrace and let her cry it out.

“Why do you put up with me?” she whispered.

“Because I love you, because you are beautiful inside and out, because you accept me as I am, because you are special…”

“Stop!”

She sobbed some more. I stroked her long silky hair and brushed her tears from her cheeks.

“Sometimes I need you not to be reasonable.”

“Okay, I will try and be terrible, and bad tempered and critical. You need to make an effort to clean up more and help with the laundry,” I scolded playfully.

She giggled.

“You are rubbish at being horrible, and that makes me love you more.”

“So what’s really going on?” I asked gently, but seriously.

“I need to talk to you about us. I have been doing a lot of thinking…”

Was she breaking up with me? My face must have betrayed me.

“No, it’s not you…”

If her statement was meant to calm me it had the opposite effect. My world was in freefall, huge crevasses formed in my spirit, earthquakes saddened my heart and a thousand scenarios of doom began to form. I was losing the most important person in my life.

“No, no, it’s not that,” reassured Aurora brushing a tear from my cheek.

“I want us to get a place together, why keep two apartments?”

“This is about our apartments? You’re not breaking up with me?” I asked suddenly incredulous.

“Yes an apartment together. No, I don’t want to break up!”

Now I was crying, part from the turmoil that she had just unleashed, the emotions that just crashed through my soul and the relief that I had been mistaken. She held each other crying and laughing in equal measure.

“I can’t believe the feelings you have generated. I love you, but there are times I don’t understand you,” I admitted.

“I am so sorry. I have hurt you,” she realised.

We hugged.

“Can we please not do that again?” I requested.

“Did we have Levent travesti our first real fight?” she asked.

“I think so, but I’m still not sure what we are arguing about.”

“I needed you to ask what was troubling me. You thought I was breaking up with you. I wanted us to move in together. How do you feel about making our arrangement more permanent?”

“Can you cope with sharing with both Chris and Chloe?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise,” she replied defensively.

“Okay let’s do it. We will begin to research a new place tomorrow. We will need to share finance plans, agree budget and general location.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I don’t feel like watching TV now, how about an early night?”

“Okay. I need sex after that.”

Clothes were discarded and we tumbled onto bed. There was lots of foreplay leaving us both with damp patches in our panties. We finally liberated each other from the remaining lingerie. I was very hard and my cock was swallowed by Aurora’s hungry and wet vagina. I rocked back and forth, Aurora’s enjoyment increased as did the volume of her moans. We revelled in the soundtrack of our sex until neither couldn’t hold back any longer: we both climaxed loudly.

Saturday Morning.

It was morning and Aurora was spooning me, her right arm wrapped me. I felt her breathe on my neck. I moved a little to check the clock on the bedside table: quarter past six. I was still on work time, even though it was Saturday. My tummy rumbled.

“I think someone is hungry,” whispered Aurora as she kissed my neck.

“Buna frumoaso,” I greeted turning to face her.

Hello beautiful.

“Buna frumoaso, you haven’t said that to me for a while.”

I brushed her silky hair from her face.

“No, I haven’t, have I?” I confessed.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now what do you want?” I asked with a laugh

“Sex!” she demanded.

I laughed again. We were happy again.

“Top, bottom or oral?” I asked.

“Ooh, you make it sound like a menu.”

“Press 1 for top…” I began.

“Mistress Chloe please use your cock.”

I was enjoying the duality of domination and submission. Our love making was energetic and vocal. We continued our sensual caresses and washed each other in the shower after. Once dried off and our hair blow dried Aurora took charge. She slipped me into my vagina panties, glued my breasts in place and then dressed me in black satin underwear.

“We are going to the supermarket today, and you are wearing a skirt,” she instructed.

“Yes, Mistress Aurora,” I replied accepting the situation.

She looked at me a little surprised.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought you would protest at least a little,” she replied.

“Oh, Mistress Aurora, please don’t make me go outside dressed as your sissy slave,” I begged sarcastically.

She kissed me.

“I would never, never, ever make you do something you were not comfortable with, besides leading you through the supermarket in your maid’s dress would be too distracting.”

“I know.”

I found nude tights, a black slip, a red satin puff sleeve blouse, black A line skirt, and two inch heeled Mary Jane heels.

Aurora chose a pale blue lingerie, mid blue blouse, navy skirt and heels.

“Looking good girlfriend,” she complimented.

“You always look good,” I replied.

We took turns at the dressing table applying makeup and adding jewellery.

“We need to get your ears pierced!” she declared.

“No, I can’t do that. Remember nothing that impacts Chris.”

“But you let me tidy your eye brows, you have lovely manicured finger nails, you are shaved smooth all over, and you paint your toe nails.”

“Agreed, but nothing that anyone notices!”

“Okay, I am not pushing you into this, but I would just like to see you with nice diamond stud earrings. Lots of men have pierced ears.”

“I also hate needles,” I whispered.

“What?” she queried gently?

“I hate needles. I always have! Vaccinations, visits to the dentist, even the tetanus jab at the hospital when I cut my hand,” I repeated slightly louder.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry. Anyway, you still look good with your little hoop earrings.”

I had tried traditional clip on types and found then uncomfortable and then magnetic types, but had lost them. I had then found spring loaded loop earrings, which looked realistic, didn’t get lost, but didn’t need holes. A happy compromise! They did leave small marks when I removed them, but returned to normal within an hour or so.

“I have something else I want you to think about,” proposed Aurora.

“No I am not having a tattoo!” I declared loudly anticipating another suggestion.

Aurora laughed.

“I get it: no needles! I was going to say that I have an old friend who emailed last night asking if I wanted to have a doll experience. I was wondering what you think?”

“Sure, if you want to, go for it. I spend time with Stephanie, you can have experiences on your own too.”

Aurora Levent travestileri brushed my long blonde hair and added an elasticated black velvet band for a high pony tail.

“Okay, thank you, but I was thinking maybe you would like to join me.”

“Oh, so what do you do?” I asked.

“So you are open to considering this?”

“I don’t know your friend, but I trust you. I didn’t know Stephanie, but I took a first step and now look where I am.”

“Catherine was my dominant when I was single. We never had sex, it was just playtime. She was in Australia for a while, but is back. I can set up a meeting so you can ask all of your questions.”

“Okay, I am prepared to meet, but I need to think about this.”

“Sure. The email only came through last night, and Catherine is very cool. I think you will like her. Now let’s go grocery shopping.”

I collected my hand bag, checked I had my purse and keys. I had adjusted my bank card to my initials and my ID had a new picture which was more androgynous giving me flexibility. I had fallen a long way down the rabbit hole. The supermarket was uneventful.

*

Tuesday evening

“Chloe, you know how we take it in turns being dominant and submissive?”

“Yes,” I allowed.

“How would you feel about chastity?”

“You already lock my cock up when I am submissive.”

“I know, but I was thinking, would you lock me in chastity?”

“Sure, let me guess you made a new purchase, knowing I would agree?”

“Oh how well you know me. I also bought us a necklace each to hold the key.”

She presented me with a silver chain, with a small lock shaped pendant, she held up a matching item.

“Will you wear yours at work?” she tested.

“I’m sure I can hide it under my shirt,” I agreed thinking she meant the key.

“I was thinking of the lock,” she admitted.

“Oh,” was all I could say as I comprehended her meaning.

“While you think about it, please lock me up Mistress Chloe.”

She handed me the steel and rubber belted item. She slipped out of her thong. We positioned the device and secured it with a small silver padlock. She clipped one key to the necklace and secured it around my neck.

“The other key we will keep in the apartment in a safe place for emergencies, or if the other is lost. I promise never to unlock myself.”

She kissed me gently.

“I am only for you my beautiful Chloe?”

“What about Chris?”

“I don’t think Chris has taken a lot of interest in me for quite a while,” she replied with a smile.

She was correct. Chris was rarely in the apartment. Early in the morning going to work, and for a short period at night when I returned.

“You want me in mine now?” I asked

“Only if you want to.”

“Okay.”

What was I agreeing to? I was certain that Aurora would demand release first, but it seemed we had reached another stage in my evolvement. I was used to Aurora manipulating my boy bits, and she was always super gentle. I heard the little click and knew I was secure. I took the key added it to the necklace and secured it at her neck.

“I promise never to unlock myself, unless in an emergency. I am only for you Mistress Aurora. Let’s put the spare keys in a sealed envelope in our safe,” I declared.

“Agreed.”

She took my white lacy knickers and I stepped into them, the cage was mostly concealed, but I would have to be careful how I sat.

The next few days, we wore our chastity each day and removed them each evening.

Thursday lunch time.

My personal phone beeped with the unique tone that was Aurora. We typically did not call each other when we were working.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing is wrong. I just heard from Catherine, can you meet me at six?”

“Sure, where?”

“I will meet you outside. Love you.”

“Okay, love you. Bye.”

Katrina, a long term friend and colleague heard the exchange.

“Sounds like it could be serious between you and Aurora?”

Serious? Not the word I would use as I considered our unconventional life style, but I never used the love word without meaning it.

“We are doing good, thanks,” I qualified.

“She is good for you. You seem more relaxed, less stressed and I love the longer hair.”

“Thanks, I do feel better. Now back to work.”

“Yes, my master,” she replied sarcastically.

If only she knew. The remainder of the day passed quickly, I was always busy at work and so had little time to focus on personal thoughts. Katrina and I walked out together. Katrina and Aurora had met on a couple of previous. They were friendly to each other as casual acquaintances. I met Aurora outside and we kissed.

“Have a great evening and see you tomorrow,” I called after Katrina.

“I hope you two play nicely,” Katrina called back with a smile.

Aurora and I walked a short distance to what looked like a coffee shop. Inside it was, but we stood out as the only normally office dressed individuals. Goths, a vampire, and the remainder Travesti levent of the small group wore brightly coloured latex. Aurora approached the counter as I assessed the room and the occupants. It was dimly lit with small tables in alcoves. There were clear instructions on the wall.

‘No sex. No drugs. Anyone caught will be ejected.’

Aurora had a brief whispered conversation with what I assumed was the manager.

“Room two,” instructed the lady at the counter.

In the corridor there were doors marked as toilets for boys, girls and special girls. Then doors marked with numbers one through four. Aurora knocked at door two.

“Enter,” called a female voice.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this wasn’t it. The room was an office, the lady dressed similar to Aurora.

“Hey Aurora, it’s been a while,” she greeted kissing Aurora fully on the lips.

“Hey Lady Catherine, yes it has. This is my boyfriend.”

I was expecting a hand shake but she kissed me fully on the lips too. Lady Catherine seemed a little confused.

“This is my boyfriend and my girlfriend,” admitted Aurora.

“Oh, I see, hiding in plain sight. Longer hair, nice nails, and moisturised face. I should have realised, but always best to check.”

I nodded. Lady Catherine had long auburn hair, blue eyes and wore a navy skirt and double breasted jacket. I caught a glimpse of sheer black hose and navy patent four inch court shoes.

“Why don’t we sit and discuss needs, expectations, limits, timings and then answer any questions?”

Lady Catherine turned her computer screen so we could all see the details. She gave a thorough briefing, then opened a catalogue of scenarios, followed by a catalogue of clothing options, and then accessories. Aurora and I made our choices. We would meet at her play site on Saturday.

“I look forward to our appointment,” she concluded.

“Nice to meet you,” I managed as she kissed me again.

“I look forward to seeing your girly side.”

The week flew by. We looked at new apartments, discussed furniture options and our finances. Friday evening Aurora stayed at my place. Saturday morning began with a dance class in the lounge. We had both invested in tutu ballet dresses. I had toned over the months and both of us had become more agile. This was followed by our usual visit to the supermarket. No chastity devices today, but we both wore latex panties. I was tucked and had glued by breast forms in place. I was getting used to appearing female even when naked. I still had no intention of surgery: I liked my bits too much.

I was apprehensive as we took a taxi to the location. It was out of the city and was a renovated office block. We reported to the reception on the ground floor and were directed to a room on the third floor. Lady Catherine greeted us wearing a black rubber body suit, matching stockings and spike boots.

“Welcome to dolly land my pretties. Aurora I know, but what’s you name baby?”

“Chloe,” I replied with a small curtsy.

“Aurora’s sexy little girlfriend. From now on you will address me as Mistress or Lady Catherine.”

“Yes Lady Catherine,” I submitted.

“My pets will undress and prepare you for your day and then I will return and provide suitable instruction.”

We were each assigned two rubber clad individuals; they were dressed identically in black rubber and were hooded leaving only their eyes exposed. It gave them complete anonymity and I could not guess as to gender. I also noticed that the rubber suit was detailed even to the point of having individual toes. I was soon down to my panties.

“I thought this one was supposed to be a boy?” asked one.

“Please Miss, biologically I’m male, but I’m spending more time in a female persona,” I explained.

“No matter, let’s get you into your base layer.”

A deflated tan coloured body shape complete with hands and feet was presented. They slowly cocooned me into the suit until it was secured at my neck. I was slowly warming up. The suit was tight over all of my body and especially compressed my waist. I was even more curvaceous as it was slightly thicker around the thighs, buttocks and breasts. I glanced at Aurora and saw a mirror image.

“It’s time to dress our little hostesses.”

An under bust corset was laced tightly, forcing our already reduced waists further. Tiny black and white lace thong panties and black fishnet stockings completed the lingerie. There were also white lace garters. I felt sexy, but strangely not aroused. I stepped into and allowed a short sleeved, black satin maid dress embellished with white lace to cover my torso. It had a very high skirt with lace petticoats built in that did nothing to cover the panties. A small white satin and lace apron was tied around my waist. It felt strangely familiar to be dressed as a sissy maid. Black patent leather cuffs with lace trimmings were secured to my wrists. Four inch patent heels with ankle straps completed the outfit.

“Time for the heads!”

The whole thing about this event was anonymity and so everyone was masked. A female kigurumi mask was pulled over my head and secured into place. A collar disguised the join at the neck. My vision was limited and I was aware of my breathing. A short brunette bob wig was added and a white lacy headband was tugged into place.

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