The Surrogate Ch. 01

Miles thought that her act might have received the Ukrainian version of an Oscar.

Linda crushed her lips against Miles and this time there was no pretence of reticence, she opened those big lips wide and thrust her tongue into Miles' mouth and worked it around his mouth with relish. If that wasn't a signal for him to fuck her, squeezing his hard cock through his tight jeans certainly was.

Miles wanted to get to her breasts but they were crushed against his chest so he went exploring under her dress instead. His fingers stroked her silken thighs and worked their way up to her panties. She was wearing full-cut satin panties over her pantyhose and he liked the feel of the slippery fabric when he rubbed it against her mound. He felt Linda shudder in his embrace and she sighed in his mouth as he traced the outline of her cleft through the layers of satin and nylon.

Linda kissed him harder and rocked back and forth on her heels as he worked his fingers on her sex, he could feel the protruding mound of her vulva and her fleshy lips through the fabric of her panties. She was hot and wet and a scintilla of her vaginal aroma drifted from under her dress. She clamped his hand between her fleshy thighs and rocked back and forwards while Miles pushed his fingers into her sodden minge.

Linda frantically unzipped him and improved his erection to full tumescence and guided him between her thighs. Miles removed his hand and made way for his penis which Linda pressed against her sex and then slammed her thighs shut. The feel of his hard cock encased in her nylon-sheathed thighs pressing on her sex through her sodden slick panties was wonderful and he kissed her harder.

Linda backed up to the washing machine and surprised him by spinning around, bending over and holding onto the washing machine while thrusting out her buttocks invitingly. Bent over like that she was a magnificent sight, those awesome, purple-satin clad buttocks thrust out, her dress hiked up around her waist, her long legs sheathed in shimmering nylons and those spiky black high heels spread invitingly apart.

"Come on Miles; we don't have much time. Who knows when Stanislav will come home?" Linda wiggled her buttocks encouragingly.

Miles stepped between her legs and dropped his pants. He slid the gusset of her purple panties aside revealing Linda's shaved mound. Her pink lips were protruding from her vulva and her pantyhose were glistening with her secretions. Miles poked a finger into the gauzy nylon and made a cock-sized hole and leaned forward and thrust himself deep inside Linda.

Her vagina was unexpectedly tight and Miles thought for a fleeting second that she may have had some work done there too but her hot buttery cleft clinging to his throbbing hard cock demanded his full attention.

"Fuck me Miles! Fuck me!" Linda urged him with that sexy accent.

Miles obliged and grasped Linda's hips and began to thrust his cock in and out of her, enjoying every stroke. Linda put a hand inside her underwear so she could finger her clitoris while he fucked her. Miles pressed against her soft buttocks and reached under Linda and tore open the bodice of her dress. She started to berate him but stopped when he freed her huge breasts and began to squeeze and fondle them while he fucked her. He tweaked her nipples making them swell and Linda moaned like a slattern.

While this was enjoyable, Miles wanted better access to Linda's body. He let go of her bosom and entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled his cock out of her. He frog-marched her over to the folding bench. He spun her around and lifted her onto the bench, grunting with the effort. Linda opened her legs wide and Miles stepped between them and Linda closed her legs around him as he entered her. He lowered his face to hers and they kissed passionately while they fucked.

Linda encouraged him, mouthing obscenities around their wet sloppy kisses while Miles fucked her deep and hard, gradually increasing the pace as Linda spurned him on, her silken-clad calves pressing his flanks and her high heels digging into his back.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Linda screamed and Miles tried to silence her by kissing her harder but he was ejaculating inside her and the pleasure was overwhelming.

Linda raised her crotch off the bench so she could grind her vulva against Miles' pubis to open her cuntal lips wide and stimulate her clitoris. She felt Miles' hot semen flood her tight passage and she used her cunt-muscles to grip his cock and rend every drop of his spend from him.

Miles fell on top of her when he had finally stopped ejaculating and Linda kissed him passionately and then stopped and kissed him once, chastely on the forehead.

"Good boy. Now get off Linda so she can fix herself before Stanislav gets home," she stood and pushed her breasts inside her brassiere and began to button her dress.

Miles found some paper towel and wiped his dripping cock.

"Here. Give me," Linda held out her hand and waggled her fingers.

Miles tore off a wad of the paper towel and Linda wiped her cunt vigorously and unceremoniously dropped the paper in the wastebasket. She straightened her pantyhose and panties and smoothed out her dress and then she reached for her handbag and took out a hairbrush and her makeup case.

"What you waiting around for? You're a good boy Miles, give Linda the fucking she needs but you better go," Linda was fussing with her makeup.

Now that he had fucked Linda, Miles felt a little deflated, let down. She was a good fuck but there was no longer a challenge, he did like fucking her in her pantyhose though, he had a real fetish for them.

"Thanks Linda," Miles said and did up the button on his jeans and reached for the door.

"Thanks for what? You forced Linda remember?" she gave him a salacious wink and made shooing motions with her hand.

*****

Miles Francis disappeared the next day. Not that it mattered. With his debts paid, his flat vacated and his job quit, there was no one to come looking for him. His sister was down-under with her new beau and his family had long ago given up on him.

Miles was met by Steven Boutros, who introduced himself and told Miles why he was there.

"I started in the theatre doing anything I could at first: property, costumes, makeup, even taking small parts until my first play was accepted by a production company. The gist is that I know enough to get you started but most of the hard work will be on you," Steven explained leading Miles upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

The bedroom was very feminine, with a satin comforter trimmed with lace on the big bed, far too many pillows than was practical, the bedclothes complemented the drapes and carpet. There was a huge walk-in robe and ensuite bathroom. A dressing table with a huge mirror and vanity lights took up space on one wall. Arranged on it were cosmetics, perfumes and all of the trappings required by a woman who is obsessed by her appearance.

Pinned to the walls was life-size full-body photographs of Mila and around the dressing table were a number of portraits. The pictures reflected her dressed in different styles: casually, formally, in daywear and in cocktail attire.

Steven closed the door behind them and took a seat next to the dressing table.

"Ok Mila let's see what we have to work with," he said.

Miles started to undress, he knew what Steven wanted.

"From now on you will answer only to Mila, you will think of yourself only as Mila and you will be addressed only as Mila. Can you do that?"

Halloween 2003 was not the only time he had pretended to be Mila. He and Mila had played the prank many times while they were growing up. Miles was sure that his fetish for pantyhose, stockings and lingerie had its roots in those times when he had presented himself to the world as a girl. Halloween 2003 was the last time they had pulled the prank; brother and sister were already drifting apart by then. Although Miles hadn't dressed enfemme since then, his fetish had bloomed and he would slip into a pair of pantyhose and panties now and then when the urge took him.

"Ok. From now on I'm Mila," Miles closed his eyes and tried to become his sister.

Mila stood naked in the middle of the room while Steven Boutros walked around her, clinically examining her.

Mila had blonde hair that came halfway down her back that was in severe need of a cut and style. Her facial skin was amazingly soft and her beard was light with hardly any hair on the sides of her face just a smattering around her upper lip, lower jaw and chin. Steven had been shown photos of Miles with a goatee that he had tried to grow but it was wispy and patchy and had not been a success. He tilted Mila's face this way and that as he examined her.

"You have a good face and good skin. We can deal with your beard initially with some concealer after you've shaved but you are going to start laser hair removal as soon as possible."

"We'll do your hair and eyebrows this afternoon."

Steven critically assessed the rest of Mila's body.

"You're very slim and not a lot of muscle which is good," he commented.

"I run for an hour very day but I hate the gym," Mila said.

"Good. Keep it up; you have great legs with hardly any hair and those few rouge hairs in the middle of your chest can be plucked."

"The obvious bits we will need to work on are these," Steven casually hefted Mila's penis and scrotum.

"And of course these," he moved his hands to Mila's flat chest.

"Both are easily fixed believe it or not. The hardest part will be developing your posture, your mannerisms, and your speech. We call it your countenance; how you present yourself to the world."

"This will work best if we have you looking as much like Mila as we can as soon as possible. Pluck those chest hairs out. If you can't do it I will. Shave your face closely and shave your legs and under your arms. Take a nice long shower and wash your hair; just get it clean for now and brush it out, I have a hairdresser coming."

Mila nodded and did as she was told. To stop herself thinking that this was a bad idea she just thought about the money.

Mila came out of the bathroom wearing a silk robe and nothing else. She was immediately led to the dressing table by Steven Boutros and an unnamed hairdresser to whom she was never introduced.

"I want everyone's attention drawn to her face. She has great bone structure and good skin so let's get her a fresh hairstyle for a fresh beginning shall we?" Steven said to the hairdresser, ignoring Mila.

Mila realised that she wouldn't be consulted about the transformation and was smart enough to know that it was best left in the hands of the experts.

"Colour?" the hairdresser fussed with Mila's hair, lifting it and parting it.

"We need to get rid of that dirty-blonde shag. We want her hair to draw attention to her face but she's thirty-three not sixteen so we need something sophisticated but striking. I'd recommend a blunt bob; it express attitude, it's an edgy hairstyle that shows she's down to business, in a highly stylish way. The lighter we go, the more outgoing her final look will be."

"Platinum? Or will that be going too far?" the hairdresser asked.

"Check these out; I got them online. The SOJ are like some of the evangelists in that they like their women to go out of the way to look glamorous. They are not prudes in that regard."

Steven showed the hairstylist and Mila a series of pictures of well dressed, in some cases you could say sexy, SOJ women. They wore fashionable clothes, professional makeup and modern hairstyles.

"Well fuck it; let's go platinum with a blunt bob with bangs," the hairdresser began to lay out his equipment on the bathroom vanity.

Once again Mila was not consulted and Steven left them to it. The hairdresser never asked why he was giving this pale thin man a woman's haircut.

Mila emerged two hours later and Steven was taken aback at the results. The stylist had plucked Mila's brows, coloured and shaped them and then done an amazing job colouring and cutting her hair.

Her hair was almost silver and had a sheen to it. The blunt-cut bob was cut into a straight line at the ends. It was edgy and sophisticated; it complimented her heart-shaped face gorgeously emphasising her jaw area, bringing a strong and flattering look. And this even before they had put makeup on her.

"Look this hairstyle is classy yet simple and straightforward and ensures comfort and easiness in styling, she won't have too many problems maintaining it until she finds her own hairstylist," the hairdresser said to Steven; once again ignoring Mila.

Steven took the hairstylist to the door and money changed hands and then he returned to Mila who had been left sitting at the dresser.

"I'm going to do your makeup and I'll explain to you what I'm doing and how to do it. We'll take a few snaps and then wipe it off and then it's up to you to get it right. You're going to do this every day, applying different shades and styles of makeup for different occasions. Today we'll go with eveningwear; let's see how sexy we can make you look."

Mila's sister was known for her heavy eye makeup and red lipstick, it was her signature. Steven took his time and got her smoky eyes perfect, the lipstick was easy. It was of course not the first time Mila had worn makeup impersonating her sister but this was the first time she had it done professionally. He sprayed her liberally with perfume.

Mila looked good; very few people would have guessed it was Miles hiding under that hairstyle and makeup. Steven took some snaps of her and then left Mila for the rest of the morning to practice her makeup skills. While she did that he attacked her wardrobe. Mila had left with her beau in a hurry and they had travelled light. Most of Mila's extensive wardrobe was left behind.

Steven sorted through it, talking to Mila, still dressed in the silk dressing gown and practicing her makeup skills.

"You won't need all of this where you're going; your sister was quite the clotheshorse. Some of it won't fit you well either, you aren't exactly her body shape," Steven explained as he ripped clothes off hangers and tossed them on the bed.

When Steven was happy that Mila had the basics right he told her she could cease makeup practice which was just as well as Mila's eyes were getting sore from constantly applying and then wiping off eyeliner and mascara.

"Finish up with some day makeup and you can break for lunch. Don't eat too much because I'm fitting you this afternoon," Steven instructed.

While Mila ate a salad at the breakfast bar downstairs, Steven put a foot measuring device on her feet and wrote down the measurements. Mila had told Steven that on the occasions that she had dressed as her sister, the one thing that didn't fit well was her shoes. After a while they would squeeze her feet painfully and the next day she had blisters. This would not do for a woman who was going to be expected to wear high heels almost every day.

He had Mila stand and measured under her chest with a measuring tape. Steven explained that the trick was to wrap the tape around where the band will sit, which is under her breasts and straight across her back, keeping the measuring tape taut, but not tight.

"You're tits are going to be an issue as I presume you are not volunteering for implants," Steven wrote down her measurements in a little book.

Mila didn't answer the rhetorical question. Breast implant surgery could be reversed but it would take time and money that Peter didn't have, and anyway, Mila was not having her body mutilated for any amount of money.

"The good thing is when Peter took your sister to meet those SOJ assholes they only met the Reverend, his wife and two other couples and they were only there for a couple of days. Your sister's tits aren't that memorable so I doubt anyone will notice you've dropped a bra size."

"It's too risky to use breastforms like they do in the drag shows; even the really expensive ones would be obvious under a low-cut top or dress. I'm having a bra custom tailored with chicken fillet inserts that will give you B-cup breasts which will look proportional to your frame," Steve explained while Mila munched salad and once again regretted what she had gotten into.

Everything was so complicated. She thought she could just toss on a dress, pantyhose, heels and makeup and that would serve the purpose but she realised that becoming her sister was going to require full-time concentration and effort.

"So here's what's happening this afternoon. I'm sending someone to buy a cheap pair of heels using the measurements I took. You're going to wear them for a few days and if they are all good Peter will have to kick in for some Jimmy Choo's or Louboutin's, Mila didn't wear rubbish shoes."

"The bra will be easy to make, my seamstress at the theatre is working on it while we speak. If the prototype fits we'll get some quality bras fitted with the chicken fillet inserts. Your tits will look great and you won't have to worry about a silicon boob flying across the table during dinner," Steven joked.

Mila smiled meekly.

"What are these chicken fillets?"

"They are transparent soft breast inserts. They fit snugly inside your bra cup and because of the curved shape they will follow the natural line of your breasts and subtly boost your bust size and give you cleavage. In your case we will be creating almost invisible pockets in the cups of your bras for them to slip into so they won't be detectable no matter what."

"That is unless I take my bra off," Mila couldn't help dampening Steven's enthusiasm.

"I am assuming that will only happen in the privacy of your bedroom. We will also get a couple of sports bras made and a swimsuit."

"Really?" Mila was surprised.

"How serious do you think this is Mila? You're going to live Mila's life on her behalf not just pop up like some fucking puppet when you are needed. You're going to have to take your daily run, go swimming, go shopping, and meet other ladies for lunch. All the things a normal wife would do on a daily basis. If you just hide in your room and only come out for social events people will become suspicious. Those SOJ ladies like to gossip."

"Ok get your ass upstairs we have a lot to do. I'm going to teach you how to tuck and this is one thing you will need to get perfect, we do not want a testicle popping out halfway through the ladies tennis tournament," Steven sniggered.

On the few occasions that Mila had pretended to be her sister, she had simply tucked her penis and scrotum between her legs and her pantyhose and panties had held them in place with varying degrees of success. What Steven taught her was really just a refined version of the same process.

Steven explained the mechanics of tucking while he had her stand naked with her feet apart while he manipulated her. Mila was a little uncomfortable but she had come to trust Steven, he really knew what he was doing.

"Your testicles descend into the scrotum from two little chutes called the inguinal canals and they commonly slip back inside the body during sex, and you can easily push them in the canals whenever you desire. This phenomenon is really useful; simply press your testicles upward and inward and voila! They vanish."

"Tucking will feel uncomfortable the first few times, but eventually the practice will become second nature. You can't keep tucked for too long otherwise you are going to do some damage so you can untuck at night or maybe around the house if you think it's safe."

"Once you hide your testes, you need to tuck the rest of your penis. Reach around and tug your penis from behind to put it in between your buttocks along the perineum wrapped it in your empty scrotum. Once everything is in position, you must squeeze it all between your legs to prevent it from coming undone and use surgical tape to keep it all in place."