People don’t take trips, trips take people - Antoine 13

It was a rather uncomfortable trip back from the airport for Antoine, as he tried desperately to avoid eye contact with Marianne, who kept starring at him and smiling.

It was a relief to get back to the apartment, where after Marianne announced she wanted to take a shower and freshen up after her flight, Antoine was able to return to Zara’s room to have a moment to process things.

Picking up his phone, in its girly case, Antoine needed to talk to Lily, “I think she knows, what do I do”? He typed quickly, having finally adjusted to his slightly extended nail, before hitting send.

A few moments later a reply came through, “knows what”?

“Who I really am, I have a bad feeling about this, Lil”, he typed back.

“why? what happened!!!” came the reply.

“Nothing happened, well not like you're thinking anyway, but she just kept looking strangely”, he replied before waiting anxiously for Lily to finish typing her reply, “baby, you’re being paranoid, knowing my cousin, if she knew who you were, she would have definitely said something, trust me. Just try to relax, the only way she’ll know something is up, is if you act strangely and tip her off, we’ll speak again later, ok? I need to get back to work, you’ll be fine, I love you”.

Antoine sighed, “perhaps she's right”, he thought to himself, looking over at the mirror, as far as disguises went, he had aa pretty good one, and as long as he could act the part, there was no reason she would suspect anything was wrong.

Putting down the phone, Antoine lay down on the bed closing his eyes to rest for a moment but and not slept a wink the night, he was soon fast asleep.

He was woken by a knock on the door, groggy and disorientated, he slowly got his bearings, remembering where he was and who he was supposed to be. 

There was a second knock, as Antoine jumped to attention before rushing over to answer the door.

Opening the door, he found Marianne wearing only a towel and grinning, “can I come in”? she asked cheerfully.

“Err… yes, of course”, Antoine replied stepping back and allowing her to enter the room, fighting the urge to not look down and check out her body.

“Thanks, Zar, you don’t mind if I call you, Zar, do you”? she said, not waiting for an answer, “So, the thing is, I don’t really have much to wear, with the other apartment falling through at the last minute, I had to change the shipping address for the stuff I was sending up, and they said it’s going to take a day or two for them to redeliver my things here”, she said quickly, hardly taking a breath, “Aunt, Monique, said perhaps you wouldn’t mind lending me some stuff for a while as we’re close in size, Lily's stuff would be a bit tight on me".

Antoine just stared at her trying to process what she was saying, still drowsy from his nap. “is that ok? Marianne quickly added, "I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable”.

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“No, no, it’s fine really, I'm sorry, I just woke up, please take whatever you need”, Antoine replied trying to lower the tension.

Marianne looked at him oddly and smiled, “great, thanks Zar”, she said and without a care in the world, she dropped her towel to the ground, revealing her glistening toned naked body, “do you have any tampons”? she asked, “I think my periods just arrived”.

The shock of seeing Marianne suddenly drop her towel, and watching her pert little breasts bounce up and down, was too much for Antoine’s male brain to handle, as he felt the blood rushing to between his legs, causing his tightly strapped down member to fight against its restraints, “I don’t know”, he squeaked, turning his head to avoid looking at her breasts any longer as he felt the pressure grow between his legs.

“You don’t know”? Marianne answered surprised, “isn’t this your room? surely you know where something so important is kept”?

Antoine panicked, “err… will you excuse me, I need to use the bathroom”, he said running from the room, “please, look around, and use whatever you need to, ok”?

Marianne watched as Zara, dashed from the room clutching between her legs, "something's not quite right about her", she thought to herself.

Antoine spent the next 30 minutes locked in the bathroom pacing about, giving Marianne plenty of time to get herself ready and vacate his temporary room, so he wouldn't have to go back and deal with the situation.

Now worried, he had spent too long in the bathroom, and not wanting anyone to come looking for him, he flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and exited the room to find, Monique and Marianne, thankfully clothed this time, sitting on the sofa, both looked up as he approached.

“Are, you ok, dear? You were in there for quite a while”? Monique asked concerned.

“I…, I….”, Antoine stuttered, before Marianne jumped in, "Aunty, leave her be, don’t embarrass her by making and make her spell out what she was doing in there”.

“Oh, of course”, Monique said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Zara, you did clean the bowl though, didn't you"?

"Aunty!", Marianne yelled.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry", Monique said", "come over here, Zara, and sit down for a moment”.

Antoine slowly walked over and perched himself on the end of the sofa, as far away from Marianne as he could get as he was still getting weird vibes from her.

“So, Zara, has offered to show you around, but I was thinking, that today, I might come with you too, but only if you don't mind, of course? I don’t want to cramp your style”, Monique said acting all upset.

“Of, course, we want you to come, Aunt Monique, I love spending time with you, I’ve also invited my friend, Claudia along, so we can have a girls day”, Marianne said looking over and giving Antoine a smile.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful”, Monique replied happily, “is there anything, in particular, you want to do”? she asked Marianne, leaving Antoine just sitting there quietly as the two women planned his day for him.

"Nothing special, we can just walk around, do a little shopping, there are a few things I need to get now with my bags getting delayed”, Marianne replied.

“Perfect, well if that’s decided, why don’t we head out, right away? we could get some lunch, I’m starving”, Monique stated.

“Sure, I’m ready, but perhaps Zara, needs a few moments to get herself ready”, Marianne said flashing him another smile.

Antoine just shook his head, “no, I’m ready”, he replied, just wanting to get it over with and not wanting to change out of the first pair of flat shoes he had worn in days.

4 hours later, weighed down by all the new items of clothing, Monique had bought for him, Antoine, stood frustrated next to Marianne and Claudia, waiting for Marianne to answer the question Monique had just asked her.

Even in his comfortable clothes and shoes, Antoine was feeling completely drained, as the hours of traipsing around the city after a sleepless night had taken their toll on him. All he wanted to do, was to go back to the apartment, lock himself in his room, and have a few hours away from the feminine prison he was being forced to live in.

“What do you think, Claude”? Marianne said, turning to her bubbly excitable friend, “casual or fancy”?

Claudia bounced up and down, like an excitable puppy, “fancy, of course, fancy, we can all get dressed up”, she replied giggling, "did you even need to ask"?

Marianne smiled, "how about we all go back to the apartment and change? Zar, you down mind if Claude and I borrow something to wear do you”? Marianne replied looking over towards Antoine.

Antoine just stood there like a statue, not surprised at this point that these women were forcing him out on another night out dressed as a woman but was finding it hard to keep playing along as he fed up with the whole awful situation.

He forced a smile and tried to look excited, “of course, that sounds so fun”, he said holding the awkward-looking smile on his face, for what seemed like an age, until Marianne finally looked back over towards Monique.

“Ok, girls, let’s do it, let’s have a proper night out”, Monique announced clapping her hands together excitedly”, Lily can join us when she finishes work, and us girls can all hit the town. ok, let's call a taxi, so we can get back and start dolling ourselves up”, she added as Antoine stared on blankly.

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