Chapter 5: Boys Will Be Girls

The three Wrens and three Leading Recruits were sitting engrossed in the movie. Michele rested her head on Jason’s shoulder and they were still holding hands.

Jean was reaching into Mary’s popcorn bucket every few minutes, chewing popcorn around swigs of beer; he was enchanted by her perfume and found her very attractive but he had no idea how to woo her. Then he reached for some popcorn and misjudged and his hand fell in her lap; he looked at her startled and snatched his hand away.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Mary looked at him and smiled. She dropped the popcorn carton on the deck and took his hand in hers and put it back in her lap. Jean beamed at her and leaned into her.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

Mary kissed him chastely on the lips and squeezed his hand.

“Watch the dit; we’ll snog later,” she grinned at him and then turned to face the dit.

Jean sat there holding Mary’s hand, a raging erection in his bell-bottom pants and a beatific smile on his face.

Polly and Jimmy had been exchanging furtive glances on and off since Jean had moved next to Mary; the sexual tension between them was palpable and eventually Jimmy could take it no longer. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Spike and Michele seem taken with each other,” he nodded towards the two lovebirds sitting three rows in front of them.

“Like it was some sort of secret? Really!” Polly replied satirically.

“What do you think?” Jimmy enquired.

“I think it’s disgusting; a transvestite Wren canoodling with a Leading Recruit,” Polly replied.

Jimmy blanched; disappointed with her reply.

“Yeah,” Jimmy sighed.

“Of course, if I was to do this, it would be entirely different and acceptable,” Polly sniggered.

She pulled Jimmy’s face to hers and kissed him passionately and reached down and squeezed his cock though his trousers.

Jimmy gasped with surprise and then responded to her kiss, putting his arms around her.

Polly shrugged him off after a minute or so.

“Ok enough,” let’s watch the movie.

But she left her hand in his lap and tortured him, running her nails along the outside of his cock, squeezing it now and then.

“You teasing bitch!” Jimmy smirked.

“Shh, watch the dit,” Polly sniggered, squeezing him again.

And so the three couples watched the movie, Michele holding hands with Jason, and Mary holding hands with Jean. Polly was idly stroking Jimmy’s cock through his bell-bottomed trousers. They were all content, entertained by the movie but at the same time wondering with anticipation what would happen next.

They had crossed the line just as Michele had predicted. This was no longer the Leading Recruits tormenting their grommets by making them dress as Wrens. The Leading Recruits had become infatuated with their creations and were now carnally involved. The Wrens had been feminised to the extent that they actually liked being dressed as women, and not only that, they appreciated the attentions of the four men left in charge of them.

They were all a little nervous about what had transpired but they were all content with the consequences; the only question was, how far were they willing to go?

The six newly acquainted lovers sat watching the movie, holding hands and canoodling, sipping beer and munching popcorn, just like sweethearts out on a date. Then all of sudden the reel ended and the screen was bathed in bright light. They all let go of each other and sat up straight, the cruel light putting an end to their intimacy.

“What the fuck?” Spike growled.

“Billy was supposed to have the second reel cued so it just cut right in seamlessly.”

“Never mind folks; let’s call this intermission. Jimmy go and get some more beer from the wets, Mary, you make more popcorn, and I’ll find out what the fuck is going on in the projection booth.”

“I’ll go with Jimmy and help with the beer,” Polly volunteered.

“And I’ll help Mary with popcorn,” Jean replied.

“And I might as well help Jason find out what’s going on in the projection booth,” Michele huffed.

“And fucking hurry up you lot! I wanna see how The Sting ends; it was really getting interesting!” Michele whined.

She grabbed Jason’s hand almost dragged him up the aisle.

“Fuck! She’s got her knickers in a twist!” Jimmy laughed.

“Come on big boy, let’s get that beer and get back here for the last of the show I wanna see how it ends too,” Polly took Jimmy’s hand and followed the others.

“Just you and me left,” Jean said to Mary who was still sitting in her seat.

The cinema suddenly went dark as the projector stopped; only the dim light of the exit signs providing a faint hue.

Jean held out his hand to help Mary out of her seat. She took his hand but surprised him by pulling him down into his seat and then she closed her face to his and kissed him. He was surprised briefly and then he responded, kissing her deeply and passionately. She threw her arms around him and pulled him to her.

It was awkward with both of them sitting side on and Jean lifted Mary out of her seat and put her in his lap and embraced her and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“Oh god,” Mary moaned and threw her arms around her suitor and wriggled her buttocks in his lap.

Jean slid his hand along her leg and stroked her thigh.

“Oh you naughty boy,” she gasped and kissed him again.

Michele led Jason through the lobby and up the stairs to the projection booth; Jason’s eyes were locked on Michele’s taught buttocks, her skirt tight against her cheeks as she climbed the stairs. At the landing he hauled her up and pulled her to him and kissed her, Michele pressed against him and lifted her leg and wrapped it around his as they fell against the wall. Jason’s hand went to her thigh as he kissed her deeply. Michele reached down and squeezed him briefly through the flies of his bell-bottomed trousers.

“We can do this later honey; I really want to see the end of the movie,” she cooed.

“Jesus you’ve got me so horny Michele, but yeah, I want to see how it ends too,” Jason capitulated.

They made their way up the last flight of stairs and opened the door to the projection booth and were shocked with what they saw.

Billy was sitting in the projectionist chair, his bells around his ankles. Doris was sitting astride him, face to face. Her skirt was discarded and he was holding onto her suspender straps as she slowly rode up and down on his erect penis. They were kissing as they fucked, oblivious to the outside world. Doris had her heels planted on the deck and slowly rose and lowered herself on Billy’s engorged member. She still had her knickers on, the gusset had been pulled aside to allow Billy access to her virginal bud. Billy moved his hands to her waist lifting and lowering her in tempo with her gyrations.

Michele yanked Jason out of the doorway and back on the landing and pulled him to her.

“Let them finish,” she whispered in his ear and then playfully bit his earlobe.

“They won’t be long,” she smiled up at him and drew his face to hers.

“But I wanna see how the movie ends,” Jason whined between kisses.

“It’s intermission; they’ll get the second reel going soon. I can keep you amused until then,” Michele smiled at him and dropped to her knees.

Michele opened the buttons on Jason’s flies and reached in and extracted his semi-erect penis.

“Oh Michele I’ve never had a girl do this to me before,” Jason gasped looking down at the pretty transvestite Wren on her knees before him.

Michele looked up into his eyes and smiled and then lowered her lips to his manhood. It quickly became fully erect and Michele slid her lips along his shaft and worked her tongue on his glans.

Jason put his hands on Michele’s head and slowly rocked backwards and forwards as Michele clasped her lips around his shaft and lapped at his fraenulum with the tip of her tongue. She didn’t expect him to last long and he didn’t. He filled her mouth with creamy semen and shuddered as he orgasmed; Michele looked up and was rewarded with the countenance of pure pleasure on Jason’s handsome face as she swallowed his issue. He gazed down at her and looked in her eyes with an expression of gratitude and devotion.

Michele dutifully drained him and licked him clean. She eased his deflating penis back inside his underpants and buttoned his fly. Jason helped her to her feet and drew her to him.

“That was wonderful,” he sighed.

Michele smiled wistfully back at him.

Jason made to kiss Michele but she turned her face aside.

“What?” he looked hurt.

“Well you just, you know, came in my mouth and...”

Jason silenced her, turning her face to his and he kissed her deeply; his tongue exploring her mouth as they embraced.

“And it was lovely. I’m not ashamed or offended Michele,” he stroked her hair and then pinched her playfully on the nose.

“Come on let’s see the end of the dit,” he took her hand and then kicked at the projection room door.

“Hurry up you two, we want to see the end of the movie!” he yelled.

There was the sound of a chair scraping and the scrambling of heels on the floor from inside the booth.

“Sorry Spike; I got a bit distracted. I’m just loading up the second reel now. Won’t be long,” Jean’s muffled voice came through the door.

Michele and Jason broke into peals of laughter and made their way down the stairs to the foyer.

Over at the wets Polly and Jimmy were rolling on the big couch, kissing, groping, fondling and stroking each other. The sexual tension between the two had been palpable for a couple of days now and as soon as their first chance to be alone together presented itself they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

They started kissing as soon as they entered the wets and Polly had guided Jimmy over towards the big couch and pushed him down and sat astride him kissing him passionately, mussing his hair and squeezing his broad muscular shoulders.

“Is this ok?” Jimmy asked when they broke to get their breath.

“I just feel so feminine with you Jimmy; ever since we started crossdressing I’ve sort of had a thing for you,” Polly admitted.