Chapter 372.

“Where are you going?” asked Bridget.  “If you want a lift to that big park in South Kennett…  Maybe we could all go…”
That was the last place Tim wanted to go.  It was much too near Jenny’s house.  He was already feeling guilty, and worrying about the lies – or at least the half-truths – he was going to have to tell her that evening.
“Miss Connie?  Isn’t there a little park nearby?  We passed one on the way here.”
“Yes, that’s right.  Opie Park, right next to the village.  It’s less than a mile.  Actually there’s a little shortcut across the fields.”
“Could we go there, miss Kit?  It looked very nice and quiet…”
Kit agreeing, and the others content to hang out in the house and garden and catch up on all the gossip, Tim and Kit, having received unnecessarily detailed instructions and been exhorted to pay attention to various remarkable natural phenomena along the way, departed.
 
It was a lovely, bright, crisp winter’s afternoon.  They stuck mainly to the lanes, avoiding all the muddy shortcuts they had been supposed to memorise.  Kit hung on Tim’s arm, or he on Kit’s.  They made an odd couple in that rural, conservative backwater, and received some surprised glances, especially as they negotiated the village street, but also a lot of “good afternoons” – as strangers in such an environment invariably do, whether from innocent goodwill or the hope of eliciting conversation.  Tim was in the grip of a sort of delirious suppressed excitement, somehow mysteriously connected to the feeling of Kit’s hand on his arm.  It was the first time in his life he had experienced such an intense emotion, and he truly had no idea what it was.  Kit herself, despite her temporary alliance with the scheming conspirators back in the farmhouse, found herself growing to like this innocent young man, possibly the first time she had felt anything but contempt for a male.

Being a Sunday the village was rather quiet.  The village store and post office was closed, but they bought some bubble-gum from a battered dispenser outside, chained to the wall.  They turned off the main street into a smallish park, that on its extremities morphed in open countryside.  There were a few people chatting or walking dogs and some children playing.
“This is a cool place, miss.  It’s like a bit of a wilderness.  Let’s see where this path goes…”

They explored, Kit blowing bubbles with an experienced ease.  They wandered around happily for nearly an hour, and were thinking of heading back when Tim heard a voice behind them.
“Tim?  Is that you?”
He froze for a minute, then swung round.  And breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ann!  What are you doing here?”
“We just came out for a walk.  We’ve never been here before.  What are you doing?  And why…”
She indicated the outfit.  And she looked from him to Kit and back again with some astonishment.
Tim gave himself time to think by introducing them.
“Miss Kit, this is my friend from school, Ann Cleverly.  Ann, this is my work colleague, Kit.”
The two girls nodded and smiled.  He realised he needed to come up with a slightly fuller explanation if he wanted to avoid rumours.  Again he gave himself time.
“Miss Kit, Ann was one of my best friends at school.  Ann, what are you doing now?”
“I got a place at college doing materials and design, and I’m working part-time in Crawford’s department store to help pay for the course.  Yeah, it’s going really well.  But what are you up to?  I heard something about you working at some equestrian centre…”
“Oh, yeah…  I did.  I do have a place at uni for next year…  So, at the moment…yes…I’m working for this fashion company, see…er…CBM…F…yeah, that’s it.  I sort of help with the admin…  Kit here is one of their, er, consultants…”
“That’s an amazing outfit, Kit.  It that real latex?”
“Real latex, Ann.”  She held out her arm.  “You may feel…”
Ann stroked the glossy latex gingerly.
“Wow.  It must feel so sexy to wear something like that…  You look incredible…  And Tim.  You look incredible too!  You seem to have grown up so much in just six months.  You seem so confident.  And you don’t even speak the same.  I don’t mean…  You know, you just seem almost like a new person.  But why the girly duds?  Not that they don’t look good on you…”
“Oh…  No reason.  It was just lying about, and it was the warmest thing I could find in a hurry…”
“Well you’d look great in anything, anyway…  But where is this fashion company.  What did you call it?”
“Er… yeah, er, CMBF…  It’s…well, it’s a private company.  Run by a Mrs Brookshaw.  Just up the road.”
“Sounds right up my street.  Any chance I could come and visit one day?  It would be great experience for me.”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Tim, take Ann number and we ask Miss Connie, yes?”
“Would you?  That’s so kind!  Maybe I could help her somehow.  I’d do anything…”
Tim was panicking a bit.  If Ann found out about him, she would be bound to tell everyone.  But Kit was insistent.  She knew that every friend and acquaintance of Tim was a potential tool for Connie.
“Actually I don’t have my phone with me…” began Tim.
“I give you my number, Ann,” said Kit.  “Text it to me and I talk to Miss Connie.”  And she reeled it off.
“Thank you so much…  I have to go, but please call me if you can.”  She gave Kit a look full of admiration.  “I’m so jealous of your outfit…and those steel chains and signs.  It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen…  Would you mind?  Take a piccy of me and Tim on my phone?”
“My pleasure…”
Tim looked imploringly at Kit, but she didn’t seem to notice…

The sun was sinking as they turned up the front path of the farmhouse.
“But Miss Kit, suppose Miss Connie does invite her round?”
“If she does, she will have fun, and you will see her again.  You good friends, no?”
“Well, yes, we are.  I always liked her at school.  But that’s the problem, see?  She knows so many people, whatever she finds out, they’ll hear about it.”
“And, master Tim?”
“Well, I…”
“You should…”spread wings”, as they say.  If you want be celebrity, maybe even be on TV…”
“On TV?”  He looked at her incredulously.  But not without interest.  “How could that even be possible?”
“Might be possible.  Go on social media first.  I have friend could help you.  Build presence.  You unique person.  No-one like you around.  I think it possible.”
That shut him up for a while.  Shyness and vanity were contending in his imagination.  Connie let them in.  Kit wasted no time telling her all about Ann Cleverly.
“Really?  Nice girl, you say?  She’s a good friend, Tim?  Well we really should have her round.  I’ll give her a call.”
“But…”
“I telling Tim he should have big online presence…”
“Oh, quite right, Kit.  We’re working on that already.  At least, ESDS is.  Wait till they find out about you, too…”

After supper it was time for his call to Jenny.  He was given his phone and sent to his room.  The ladies gathered around Connie’s phone.  Of course, his room was equipped with audio and visual surveillance. 
He threw himself on the bed and sighed.  Two minutes passed.
“Why isn’t he calling her?” asked Maxine.
“He’s thinking what to say,” replied Frieda.
Eventually he rang.  He put his phone on speaker and placed it on the bedside cabinet.
“Tim?  You rang.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on?  Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t.  I just got sent to this job.  I thought I’d be able to call you after.  But they took me on right away and took away my phone.  I’m not even allowed to tell you where it is.”
“I’m not even allowed to know that?  Why?”
“Dunno.  There are spies…”
“It’s just a fashion company, isn’t it?  How could that be so secret?”
“Dunno.  They’ve had their designs stolen.  They can’t trust anyone, specially new employees.”
“And you’re there how long?”
“Two weeks.”
“I can’t see you for two weeks?”
“Nope.”
“That’s insane.  What are you doing there?”
“Everything.  Like admin, and waiting on people…”
“And modelling?”
“A bit, yeah…”
“Who’s there.  Tell me about your co-workers.”
“Just some ladies…”
“Yes, I heard.  CFBM, right?”
“Who?”
“CFBM!  That’s who you’re working for, right?”
“Oh, er, yeah…”
“You don’t sound very sure…”
“No…  I mean I just forgot the name for a moment…”
“This is all very suspicious, Tim.  Who else is there?”
“No-one.”
“No-one at all?”
“Oh, one woman.  A sort of consultant…”
“Name?”
“Name?”
“What’s her name?”
“Oh.  Her name…  Yeah, what is it now?  Ah, yes…Kit.”
“Kit what?”
“Er…  Not sure…”
Downstairs the ladies were killing themselves laughing.  They really could be quite cruel at times…
“How old is she?”
“How old?”
“Yes.  How old?”
“Why do you want to know…”
“So she’s young, then.”
“Well, youngish, I guess…”
“How young?”  Her voice took on a sarcastic tone.  “Thirty?  Twenty?  Ten?”
“Course not ten…”
“So what’s the nearest?”
“I don’t know why you asking all this.  I…”
“Twenty?”
Tim sighed.  “About…I guess…”
“Pretty?”
“Pretty?”
“Is she pretty?”
He hesitated.  “I don’t know if you’d call her…”
“She is, isn’t she?  Do you fancy her then?”
“Of course not!”
“Have you snogged her?”
“Snogged her?  No…”
“You bloody have, you bastard.  I bet you have.  I can hear it in your voice.”
“Look, Jenny, I have to go.  I…”
There was a noise as if she had thrown her phone at the wall.  Then the line went dead.
“Oh dear,” said Maxine.  “That’s the end of that romance, then.”
“Not at all,” said Connie, confidently.  “That violent reaction tells me two things.  First, she likes him a lot.  That was sheer murderous jealousy.  But I could tell that already.  Second, she’s tough.  No way she’d give up on him after one little spat.  Moreover she actually has no idea what’s really going on.  That’s only going to make her more determined to find out.  And that’s where all the stuff I have on him becomes more and more valuable.  Kit, darling, you’ve played your part well.”
Kit looked not altogether happy.
“What’s the matter?  Don’t tell me…  You like him as well?”
Kit made a sign with her fingers that said “maybe a little bit”…
Connie laughed delightedly.  “Oh, my dear!  I never imagined…”
“Tim sweet boy…  Maybe I want taste one time…”

Nothing more was heard from upstairs that evening.  The ladies retired about twelve, Connie intent of making an early start of Sunday, before Robyn arrived with Esther.

Chapter 371.

When she’d got enough pictures, Connie patted – or rather smacked - Tim’s bottom.
“Right.  Get inside and you can choose an outfit for your walk.  Behave yourself, and remember your place.  No flirting with Kit, all right?  And I shall tell her the same.”
“Yes, miss.  I understand.”

They returned to the large living room.  Connie selected a K-Pop themed outfit, and gave it to Tim.
“Pop it on, quick…”
He pulled it on, and checked himself in the mirror.
“It fits quite well…”
“Of course it does.  Face me.  A pretty little choker would look nice with that...  There.  Perfect.”  She took a snap.  “Okay.  Go show the others.  Be quick.  I’ve got another one here…”
He hurried out, posed for the ladies for a few minutes, and returned. 
“Here…  This one.  “Cool Girls” it’s called.  Perfect for a little miss like you.  Well?  Get it on.  We haven’t got all day.”
It too met with general approval.
“Wear that one,” said Kit.
Tim liked it best, too.  He lingered, posing for his admirers.  Frieda detached herself and joined Connie.
“What’s he doing out there,” she asked, irritably.
“What he does best, darling.  Showing off.”
“Honestly, he’s such a prima donna.  Sometimes I just want to give him a jolly good spanking.  Next week I will.  I don’t need an excuse.  Still, I hope he’s like this tomorrow, when he wears his new hotpants outfit.”
“What’s it like?”
“I’ll show you later, Bridget.”  She chuckled.  “Oh, I’m going to get some lovely piccies.  But we have to convince him he looks the business.  Esther’s going to be ecstatic.”
“Esther?”
“I’ll tell you all about it tonight.  Oh…  Here he is.”
“Can I wear this one, miss?  Kit likes it best.”
“Oh, then you must wear it, Tim.  Hold on.  You need some earrings...  There...  And there's a cap that goes with it.  Here.  Right.  Off you go.  Go play in the playground with your babysitter, yeah?” 

Chapter 370.

Not only Kit, but the ladies too, recognised that Tim as a girl, albeit shy and self-conscious, was the polar opposite of Tim the boy.  Tim the boy was a rather comic mixture of confidence and gaucheness, cheerful, easily flattered, obedient, and from Connie’s point of great fun to tease and play with.  But made up, and dressed in flattering, sophisticated female attire, he could pass for a most attractive girl.  In the long term, the plan was for her and ESDS to work together until he was equally happy as boy or girl.  But for now she was content to exploit and encourage his natural addiction to latex clothes of all types.  In any case, both options had their advantages, but for the moment she saw the greater scope for humiliation in the character of Tim the Pageboy.  She had a new pageboy outfit for him which she was looking forward to dressing him in for Esther’s surprise visit the next day.  And happily no persuasion would be needed.
“So Tim…  What do you think of this dress?  Is it not beautiful?”
He turned away from Kit for a moment and towards Connie.
“Yes…  It is, I suppose…”
“But?”
“But I think I like my pageboy outfit the best…”
“Yes, I thought so.  Well, maybe you can be a pageboy all day tomorrow, if that’s what you really want.”
“Really?  Promise?”
She laughed.  “Promise.  I have a new one I think you’ll like.”
“You do, miss?” he cried, excitedly.  “What’s it like?”
“Wait and see, naughty boy.

Tim’s current shyness was generated purely by his attraction to Kit, and the sense that he could surely not appeal to her as much dressed as a girl as when he was dressed as a boy.  At present, what he perceived as her view of him mattered above all else.  So he resigned himself to a girly day in the reassuring knowledge that on Sunday he’d be able to flirt with her in full male mode.


“Maybe, miss Connie, I could take him for a walk while sun is still out?  Tim?  You like that?”
Tim seemed uncertain.  Connie hesitated.
“Great idea, Kit.  But though it is sunny, the air’s quite cold.  And the ground may be muddy.  You wouldn’t get far in those heels.  Tim dear, we have some other girls’ outfits which may be more appropriate.  Come with me and let’s try one on.”
She collected some colourful items from the heap, and led him into the big living room.  Kit looked after him ruefully.
“That dress very special,” she remarked, to no-one in particular.  “He look like perfect young woman…”
“You’re right,” said Maxine.  “He looks absolutely dazzling.  If he wore a wig of some sort no-one could tell…”
Kit frowned.  “He not need wig, miss Maxine…  But yes, who could know…?” 

Next door, Connie went through the outfits.  Either of these would be perfect for today, Tim, really nice and warm.  Do you like them?”
“Yeah. they’re cute, aren’t they.  I like both…”
“But first, try this one.  I think Kit will love it.  You’ll look so pretty.  I’ve been saving it, but you can’t wear it out at this time of year…”
It was a very simple outfit in white and strawberry ice-cream pink – a light tiered skirt, and pink crop top, and pink and white accessories.  To his credit, and although he looked a little doubtful, Tim didn’t demur.
“Okay…  If you think she’ll like it…  What does that mean?”  He pointed at the words “ASK ME” across the chest.
“Well, whatever you want it to, I guess.  Maybe, “are you a boy or a girl”…or, “can I have a kiss?”
Tim giggled shyly.  Connie was pleased he seemed to be becoming more amenable to female attire.  But she was only just starting.
“Now, Tim, everything you wear here while you’re with us has to be recorded.  So after you’ve shown it to Kit, we can just pop out into the garden for a moment and I’ll take a few snaps for the album, okay?
“Yes, miss.”
He was never averse to a photo-shoot.  Connie smiled.  “Little show-off,” she murmured.
“Sorry, miss?”
“Nothing.  Look, I’ve got some pretty earrings and bangles too…

It goes without saying Kit approved, and to judge by his expression as he posed outside, he was as happy as he’d been all day…

yes rubbing myself hard

Oh should said Nursery Nurse Rita gets lots fun from her ABs. Replacing their dummies with her Special lollipop lol. She likes that!! Checking their Terry Nappies in places with people about. Taking guys out in wheelchairs in their thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB Rompers/Babygros. Covering them with blanket with threat she will pull blanket away and X pose that they are wearing thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. Sitting on bench at seaside, being wheeled along path of park. Image in Nursery Print RUbbers/Plastic Pants. She has done this a few times the ABs are up for it and love it tho. Always has changing bag over handles wheel-chair and it's open!!!!