G Is for Gemma

Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me!
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It all really started on a Monday. One bright sunny Monday, early summer, an unusually warm day for June in England. And it really was stupid thing to do. Sun-bathing in a bikini in my back garden, that is. I'd only bought it the previous Saturday and it really wasn't so hot as to justify lying there soaking up the sun. But it just seemed a good idea at the time. Until.

Until I was shaken by the noise behind me. I turned to look. It was the guy from next door, David. He'd pushed the side door from the garage open and was standing there looking at me. Shit!

"Well what do we have here. A tranny sissy if I'm not mistaken."

"I ..."

I just couldn't speak. I sat up and glimpsed my reflection in the large window beside me. At least I could make out the basic outline, bare shoulders and the gold bra of my bikini top. Long curly blonde hair. Red lipstick.

"You thought you were safe did you, you pansy? Didn't realise did you? I was up a ladder fixing the bedroom window catch next door. Got a clear view. You looked good at first from up there, I thought you had a tart in for the afternoon. Then I realised 'it's Geoffrey.' Geoffrey the pansy that is."

"I thought ....."

That was all I could mutter.

"Well Geoffrey, very interesting. Wait till I tell the guys at the rugby club I've got a tranny poofter living next door. Just you wait."

"You mustn't, you can't. Please.....

At last some element of coherence but not much.

"Please, don't tell anybody..."

"Well I might not. If .... No, you wait and see."

With which he was off, he turned and closed the door behind him. I sat. Thinking. Fuck! Caught out, I'd been so careful for so long. I'd been dressing up in girly clothes, enjoying the feel and the look of feminine apparel and make-up and shoes and all that for maybe two years and I'd never ever come close to being caught out. I'd been SO careful. And now this one mistake, going out into the back garden. It had seemed so private, the top part of the lawn wasn't overlooked by any of the neighbour's windows at all. But this guy David - on a ladder - I'd never even thought of that. Well, you wouldn't would you?