Molly's Boudoir: the 4th Jasmine Frame novel (Jasmine Frame Detective)

by P R Ellis

  ‘Yes, your figure is, um, boyish, and you are quite tall, not too tall mind. Your face…,’ she looked steadily up into his eyes. ‘Yes, you are young; your features could easily be female. With cosmetics and a good wig, you will be an attractive young woman.’

  A little bubble of joy grew inside Lee. Those words were what he wanted to hear. ‘Thank you,’ he said.

  Evelyn was thoughtful. ‘To make any woman look attractive, no matter how expensive her dress, she needs good foundation garments. And for a man to look like an attractive woman he needs a good foundation under the foundation garments.’

  Lee was a little mystified. ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘We need to give you a woman’s figure, and hide those bits that men have that women do not.’

  ‘Ah, yes. I see.’ Lee had examined Molly’s website and had some idea what Evelyn was referring to.

  ‘Go and undress in the changing room.’ Evelyn pointed to the small cubicle in the corner of the room. ‘Take everything off. You’ll find a robe hanging up in there for you to put on. Come out when you are ready.’ She stepped across the room and pulled the curtain aside. Lee went in and the curtain closed behind him.

  The changing room was hardly that. Standing in front of a small bentwood chair there was just enough room for Lee to spread his elbows. He pulled off his clothes and hung them on the wall hooks. As he tugged down his pants he wondered what to with them. They could hardly be hung over a hook. He screwed them up and stuffed them in a pocket of his trousers. As he reached for the satin wrap he heard a noise from the ceiling above his head. Someone was pacing across the floor above. There is someone else here, he thought. He hoped that they wouldn’t come down to interrupt the intimate business he was engaged in with Evelyn. He shrugged off his worries and pulled on the rich apricot, embroidered robe. He stepped out of the cubicle feeling that he had left his male self hanging on the hooks. Evelyn had opened several of the chests of drawers and was taking garments out. She turned around and smiled at him.

  ‘Ah, that’s better. Rid of that drab male stuff. Now the first thing is to hide away what you’ve got between your legs. You can either use one of these.’ She held up a scarlet item that resembled a jockstrap. ‘It’ll hold everything thing and make you smooth at the front.’

  Lee reached out for the garment and held it between his hands testing the elastic. It was strong and he imagined it gripping his genitals tightly.

  ‘Or perhaps you would like to have the appearance of being female, even under your clothes,’ Evelyn went on. She delicately picked up an item from a drawer and turning held it out to Lee. It appeared more like a piece of modern erotic art than something to wear. It was flesh-coloured and while shaped like a pair of knickers, the pouch was moulded into the shape of a woman’s private parts, complete with a small tuft of pubic hair.

  ‘This is the basic vagina knickers,’ Evelyn explained, ‘They’ll hold you in but give you the appearance of having a vagina or a vulva to be accurate. There are others which let you to pee with them on and allow penetration.’

  ‘I see,’ Lee said, feeling a thrill at the thought of having his own fanny. ‘I think I will try those.’

  ‘But we need to check your flesh tone first, and your hair colour, unless you want the shaved version.’ Lee shrugged. ‘Do you mind opening the robe so I can match the colour.’

  With trembling fingers, Lee loosened the cord holding the gown around her waist. He let the loose ends drop and slowly, very slowly parted the robe. For the first time a person other than his mother was looking at Lee’s naked body. He felt a stir in his penis, followed by embarrassment and the feeling subsided.

  Evelyn advanced towards him with a sheaf of cards in her hand in various shades from almost pure white to chocolate black. She selected a few and held them against Lee’s midriff, apparently oblivious to Lee’s stirring cock.

  ‘Yes, I thank that’s the one.’ She stepped back, ‘You can cover up now, thank you Lee.’ Evelyn returned to the bank of drawers and having rifled through a couple of drawers pulled out two clear polythene encased items.

  ‘Hair or not?’ she called.

  ‘Er, none,’ Lee replied. All the girls in pictures he had seen had shaved pubes. Evelyn turned and handed over one packet.

  ‘This is a close match I think and it’s your size. Would you like to try it on? You can go back into the cubicle if you like. Make sure you tuck yourself in carefully. It should be comfortable.

  Lee nodded and hurried into the changing cubicle. He tore open the packet and pulled out the garment. It had a rubbery feel to it but didn’t smell of latex. He opened the dressing gown again and pulled the knickers up his legs being careful to do as Evelyn had instructed. The knickers clung tightly to his abdomen and when he looked down he got a thrill. There was just a smooth mound with the hint of pink crinkled lips between his legs.

  Lee returned to face Evelyn.

  ‘Let’s have a look love?’

  Lee opened the gown, boldly this time, after all he wasn’t really nude anymore. Evelyn nodded.

  ‘Yes, that looks lovely, much nicer, but a girl shouldn’t be flashing her fanny should she. Here are some knickers for you.’

  Of course, she was a woman now, with woman’s bits. She took the black silk knickers from Evelyn’s hand. They were almost weightless, almost not there at all. She bent and slipped them up her legs. There was just a small triangle of cloth that covered her fake vulva and a thin strap around her waist and between her buttocks.

  ‘What should I call you now that you are a woman?’ Evelyn asked.

  This was something Lee had thought long about. ‘It’s still Leigh, but spelt differently, L, E, I, G, H.’

  Evelyn nodded. ‘That’s convenient. My name serves for both male and female too and it saves getting muddled.’ Evelyn went on, ‘Now here’s a matching bra, but you need some tits. I’ve picked out a C cup breast-form for you in your shade. These have nipples. Would you like me to help you?’

  Leigh gulped when she saw the size of the breast sitting in Evelyn’s hand. She nodded.

  ‘Drop the robe then, love.’

  Leigh slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and let it fall around her ankles. Evelyn put the breast down and fastened the bra around Leigh’s chest. Then she helped Leigh slip the silicone breasts into the cups. Leigh was astounded at the weight. Until now she had stuffed her bra with socks but had always been disappointed with the effect. These breasts felt as if they were part of her. She looked in the nearest wall mirror and saw a woman with a figure reflected over and over again. It was her. Happiness bubbled over inside her.

  ‘Now you have the undergarments we can decide what to put on top to show the world,’ Evelyn said. She went to one of the racks of dresses and pulled out a small black dress. ‘Every lady needs a little black dress,’ she added as she handed Leigh the hanger.

  There was a noise from the front of the shop. Someone was hammering on the door and Leigh was sure she could hear a voice shouting, demanding entry. She looked at Evelyn and was surprised to see her face had turned white.

  ‘You put that on. I’ll sort out this interruption,’ Evelyn said with her hands waving in anxiety. She started to move towards the source of the noise, but turned, picked a packet off one of the shelves and passed it to Leigh, ‘Oh, put these on too.’ It was a pair of sheer black stockings. Evelyn hurried from the room, her dress ballooning out.

  Leigh picked up the robe and returned to the cubicle. She hung the robe and the dress on a hook and sat down on the chair. She carefully unwrapped the stockings and pulled them up her slender legs. They were hold-ups and when she stood she was delighted that they clung to the tops of her thighs. Now she was feeling really sexy. She took the dress from the hanger and worked her way into it. It was a bit of a struggle because it was made from a clingy fabric that fitted tightly to her body. She had to fight to get it over her large breasts, but then was able to tug it down over her stomach and bottom. She foun
d the hem came just below her stocking tops. She stepped out of the cubicle in time to hear the argument going on in the shop.

  ‘I want my money back,’ a loud male voice said.

  ‘I’m sorry Mr McLeesh I can’t do that,’ Evelyn’s words were adamant but her voice had a high-pitched squeal to it that betrayed her.

  ‘The quality is poor, I tell you. It tore the first time I tried to wear it.’ McLeesh replied.

  ‘You can’t have followed the instructions I gave you,’ Evelyn insisted, ‘I did warn you that it is difficult to put on and you must dust yourself first.’

  ‘I did all that. Look, it cost me a fortune. I want a refund.’

  ‘I can’t do that, Mr McLeesh. Now will you leave please. I am busy.’

  ‘I’m not going till you pay me.’

  ‘It’s not my responsibility,’ Evelyn said, changing tack, ‘You’ll have to try the manufacturer if you think it was substandard.’

  ‘Damn right, I will. And you will be hearing from my solicitor.’

  ‘Really. Will that be Stuart’s or Stella’s solicitor?’

  Leigh heard a spluttering and then the door being closed with a slam. The bell was still tinkling when Evelyn reappeared, looking flushed and sweaty.

  ‘I’m sorry about that interruption,’ she said and then looked at Leigh admiringly, ‘But don’t you look a picture.’

  Leigh basked in Evelyn’s attention while also peering at herself in the mirrors. She liked what she saw.

  ‘Now we’re not finished yet,’ Evelyn said, ‘With your complexion you need a blonde wig, don’t you think?’

  Leigh nodded. Evelyn pushed a small stool against the wall, mounted it unsteadily, and reached up to the top shelf for a long blonde wig. She lifted it down and took it off its stand.

  ‘Sit in the chair, please, love and I’ll put it on you.’

  Leigh sat down and held her head straight as the wig was lowered over her skull. There were a few minor adjustments then Evelyn stepped back and looked at her handiwork.

  ‘That looks fine. Now sit still while I find some shoes. What size are you. Let me guess. Eights?’

  Leigh nodded and Evelyn hurried to a cupboard, pulling out a shoe box. She took out a pair of black patent pumps with a three-inch heel.

  ‘How are you with heels, dear?’

  ‘I’ve practised at home,’ Leigh said.

  ‘Good. Let’s try these then.’ Evelyn knelt and fitted the shoes onto Leigh’s stockinged feet. She stood up and stepped back. ‘Now let’s have a look at you.’

  Leigh pushed herself on to her toes and somewhat shakily straightened up. Despite what she had said, wearing high heels was not an everyday experience.

  ‘Take a few steps, and give us a twirl,’ Evelyn ordered.

  Leigh took two wobbly steps towards a mirror and looked at her image. She saw a tall, slim, woman with a head of shoulder-length hair.

  ‘Gorgeous,’ Evelyn said, ‘Now there’s just your face to do and add a few pieces of jewellery. Your ears aren’t pierced, are they?’

  Leigh shook her head, feeling the long hair brush her cheeks and neck.

  ‘Right, well sit down and I’ll get started.’

  Leigh sat in the chair once again and relaxed while Evelyn applied foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blusher, powder, lipstick and finally fitted a pair of outrageously long gold-coloured earrings by clips to her lobes.

  Evelyn stepped back to examine her efforts. ‘Yes, I think you will like that.’

  A voice from upstairs made Leigh jump.

  ‘Evelyn! Evelyn! Come here at once. We need you.’

  Leigh was surprised at Evelyn’s reaction. She appeared to curl up like a hedgehog as if trying to make herself smaller. She immediately hurried to the stairs between the front and back rooms.

  ‘Coming, darling,’ she called in a plaintive, little girl voice. She paused at the bottom of the stairs as if just remembering her client.

  ‘Have a look around. Make yourself at home. I won’t be too long,’ she said as she disappeared up the stairs.

  Leigh sat dazed for a few moments wondering who the “we” were and why Evelyn should react with such alacrity that the call had to be answered without delay. A minute or two passed and she decided that Evelyn was not going to return immediately. She stood up and walked across the room and through into the front shop. She enjoyed the feel of the dress clinging to her body and of her nylon covered legs rubbing against each other. The high heels caused a little unsteadiness on her feet and the weighty breasts made her top-heavy, but she imagined this was a feminine feeling. She casually fingered through the multi-coloured frocks hanging on the rack. A noise came from the room above, the squeaking and rumble of a heavy piece of furniture moving on a floorboard in a rhythmic manner. There were other sounds too; faint gasps and cries.

  Leigh could only think that she was hearing the sound of sexual intercourse but found it difficult to believe that Evelyn was the one servicing the female who had called for her, or his, attention. She felt uncomfortable listening to the intimate behaviour so returned to the “boudoir”. She was drawn to the mannequin in the bra and pants that she had noticed at the start. It definitely had a different quality to the models used to display clothes. She reached out a finger to touch the model’s stomach. It was soft on the surface, springy, not as smooth as plastic. She moved her hand up to the mannequin’s breasts. Though firm, the flesh was depressed by her finger. It felt just like the breasts she was wearing and she realised the skin resembled the knickers she had put on. Then she recalled the body suits she had seen on the website. This was one of those, fitted onto the body of a regular mannequin. It was seamless and where it ended on the upper arms and thighs and around the neck, the line was almost indistinguishable.

  With no sign yet of Evelyn returning, Leigh slipped her hand under the models’ knickers. Her fingertips encountered labia. Although there was resistance from the dry rubber, they slipped into a channel that could swallow more than one extended finger. Leigh withdrew her hand amazed at the realistic appearance of the suit.

  She stepped back to look at herself in a mirror. Her image had lost its initial semblance of perfection. She noted that although the dress clung to her body there was little sign of a waist and her bottom and hips were significantly narrower than her shoulders. Despite the big tits, she still had a boy’s figure. The breasts too pulled down on her bra cups which in turn tugged on the straps over her shoulders. Her breasts were not really part of her and just hung from her chest. She glanced at the model. That was what she wanted – a full, female body suit.

  She heard footsteps on the stairs and Evelyn reappeared. Her hair, or wig, was slightly mussed and her lipstick smudged.

  ‘I’m sorry to leave you like that,’ Evelyn said somewhat breathlessly.

  Leigh pointed to the model. ‘I want one of those.’

  Evelyn’s face showed bewilderment, then understanding and finally joy. ‘You’d like to buy a full female body suit?’

  ‘Yes, I want to have a really feminine figure.’

  Evelyn looked doubtful, ‘You do realise the price. It’s just under two thousand pounds for the full piece.’

  ‘I know that. I’ve been saving for this. This is what I want.’

  The smile spread across Evelyn’s face, ‘Well, I am delighted to oblige you madam.’ She gave a little curtsey. ‘Of course, I don’t have one in stock for you; they are manufactured individually to your measurements and colouring from the best silicone rubber. Wearing one of those you can really be the woman you want to be.’

  Leigh was already daydreaming of partying and clubbing, with her male and female friends and even perhaps meeting a man who would …

  ‘I will need payment in advance,’ Evelyn added.

  Leigh blinked. ‘Of course.’

  Evelyn had changed into her evening outfit, the maid’s uniform with the short black dress and petticoats, ready to begin her nightly chores. The corset made it a little diffi
cult to breathe but she welcomed the constriction along with the other impediments that Harriet made her wear. She sat upright at her desk and tapped at her laptop. There were a few more emails to deal with, a few orders; not many though, not enough. She paused. That order from Leigh, however, paid in advance would tide her over for a while. If the cheque didn’t bounce. She didn’t think it would. Leigh seemed a genuine newbie tranny, and apparently had a well-remunerated job which enabled her to afford the expense of being who she wanted to be.

  A knock on the door made her look up. She expected to see Harriet with her toy boy, Tyler, returning having gone out after Leigh left. It was however, two men she could see through the glass of the door. Evelyn recognised them but was not pleased to see them. One of them bashed their hand on the door again, hard, rattling it in its frame.

  ‘Let us in or we’ll smash yer door in,’ he shouted.

  Reluctantly, Evelyn rose from her seat and, trembling, went to the door. Would avoiding damage to the door result in damage to herself? She wasn’t sure but unlocked the latch anyway and opened the door slowly. It was thrust aside as the two men crowded in, pushing her back against the desk.

  ‘You don’t keep us waiting outside, perv.’ The bald-headed spokesman said, leaning over Evelyn with a clenched fist raised. His companion, a dark-haired, bearded man with an east-European appearance stood behind him, at ease.

  Having made his threat, the tough guy, straightened up cupping his fist with his left hand. Evelyn slid around her desk putting it between herself and her unwanted visitors.

  ‘Mr Griffiths, wants the instalment on yer loan,’ baldy went on.

  ‘Yes, yes, I know. I have it, well, I, er, don’t have the um, cash,’ Evelyn stuttered. ‘I need to go to the bank.’

  ‘Mr Griffiths is getting impatient. He doesn’t like clients who delay paying what they owe.’

  ‘No, of course not,’ Evelyn nodded her head rapidly in agreement. ‘I can get it on Monday when the bank is open.’