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Mistress Martina’s CLIENT 1

Truck-Driving Cross-Dresser

MISTRESS MARTINA WAS FEELING SAD AND HER EMOTIONS LOW after the shock of the unexpected death of Rose’s client the day before. She was soon to be uplifted with a call from a happy client.

Leonard phoned, he’d been to visit Mistress before.

“Hello Mistress, this is Leonard speaking, do you remember me? My other name is Leanne, I’m the tall slim one.”

“Oh yes, how are you Leanne, come over, 11am would suit me,” said Martina.

“Mistress, do you mind if I wear my female clothing to your house?”

“No Leanne, feel free, come to the door fully clothed as a lady, that’s fine.”

At 11 am Martina peeked out of the window. She saw a big black and white Kenworth truck pulling upon the road verge. Alighting from the driver’s side was someone who like an escort lady going on a job – a woman wearing a very sexy dress, long flowing black hair, very high black patent shiny shoes, big breasts protruding, lovely long gloves, tiny handbag and big earrings dangling from her ears. “Gosh,” thought Martina, “this Leanne has tricked me, sending a real working prostitute; what am I going to say to her when she gets to my door?”

Martina watched the woman walk down the narrow brick path, right up to the doorway and ring the doorbell.

On opening the door his first words were, “Hello Mistress, don’t I look marvellous? I’m Leonard – Leanne.”

Martina’s eyes opened wide, she hadn’t seen anything quite like this before. The tarty red clinging dress, long, black, shoulder-length hair and a beautifully made up woman’s face came bouncing in through the doorway, smiling, happy and breezy.

He walked in onto the brown carpet, swinging his little shoulder bag and looking immaculate, tall and gorgeous like a professional model.

“It’s amazing the difference, you look so much like a woman now, your face is so beautifully made up, it’s on better than mine.” The eye liner was perfect, the eye shadow, the eye-brow pencil, and the lipstick matched the dress perfectly. Nail p