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Sorting Out Part 5: House-Sitting 1978
During my freshman year spring term of college, I had picked up
a job working weekends at a house about 3-4 miles from campus on
Hardscrabble Road. The owner was in his mid-40's and a tall guy,
around 6'3" and 230lbs. He was an insurance executive down in
Manhattan. His wife was very eccentric and around 40 years of
age, and was also very tall for a woman, probably around 6'1"
and she was also fairly stocky in her build, probably weighed in
at around 190 lbs or so. They had three kids ranging in age from
11-16. I raked leaves, hauled dirt in the wheel-barrow, turned
and weeded the gardens, painted inside and outside, clipped
hedges, washed cars, and ran errands to the hardware store in
their Volvo wagon.
I was surprised that when I came back for the Fall term of my
sophomore year that he actually called the college and hunted me
down to hire me again. The pay was great $10/hour (not bad for
1978) and he always picked me up/dropped me off, and also gave
me lunch when I worked all day from 7:30AM until 6PM on a
Saturday. In early October of 1978 he asked me if I'd house-sit
while the family was on a cruise to the Bahamas from Florida. It
was a hige place, 5 bedrooms, around 3,000 square feet total,
and he'd leave me the Volvo. I agreed and he said I cold have
people over, but "please, no big parties". I said "no problem"
and we started going over the rules of the house (there were
many). His wife and he walked me through the house showing me
windows to lock, how to set the thermostat, arming the burglar
alarm, timers for lights in the rooms.
When we went upstairs, I realized I had never been upstairs
before (just the basement, the garage, the first floor kitchen
and bathroom), so it was all new to see the family's bedrooms
and bathrooms. The master bedroom was HUGE, probably 25 feet by
25 feet with separate walk-in closets, private bathroom with
dual sinks, and windows front and back of the house.
They said, feel free to sleep up here, it's got a king-size
water bed, a large color television, and the bathroom has an
oversized sunken tub with whirlpool jets. This was going to be
great I thought. I'll get 2-3 of my buddies from the dorm to
come over each night, the freezer was stocked with steaks and
burgers, they had a pool table in the basement and ping-pong in
the garage. They even had one of the original top-load VCR's and
maybe 8-10 movies on VHS.
The first two nights I had friends stay over and we had a great
time using the BBQ, watching television, just hanging out. The
king water bed was huge and really cool to sleep on. You could
even set the heat button to heat the water under you while you
slept. Very nice.
The third night was October 28th, because it was just three days
before Halloween and it was the first night that none of my
friends could come over and spend the night (other plans,
studying, etc). After dinner, I had a lot of homework until
around 9:30PM. As I went upstairs into the bedroom, I realized
that the first two nights I had slept in the bed and used the
bathroom, but that I had only looked at his dresser (opposite
the desk in the bedroom) and hung a few of my things in his
closet (the door was next to his dresser). But with my friends
over watching tv in the bedroom with me and all, I really hadn't
done any "exploring" (being nosey) around their bedroom stuff.
His wife's walk-in closet was opposite a couch at the front
window and it dawned on me that I hadn't looked in there yet.
Well, I opened the door and noticed that a light clicked on
automatically as the door opened. The closet was the biggest I'd
ever seen. On the left was a tall and narrow chest of drawers
(probably 8 drawers), and to the right of that was a long hanger
pole with nothing but clothes for about 8 feet. On the opposite
wall was a low dresser (3 drawers) and another hanger pole with
8-feet of clothing hung up. Underneath both hangers were
probably 20-25 pairs of shoes and a red velvet arm-chair was
under the small window at the end of the closet (yes the closet
had its own round window). The floor was carpeted and the room
was about six feet wide and perhaps 15 feet long from door to
window.
I started with the tall chest on the left. The top drawer had a
few pairs of panties (maybe 4 pairs I assume she had everything
else packed for the cruise). The second drawer had 3 bras. The
third drawer had perhaps 5-6 pairs of different colored
pantyhose, stockings, and 1 very elaborately lace-accented ivory
garter-belt. The fourth drawer had 1-2 camisoles and maybe 2
pairs of tap pants. The fifth drawer had one light pink
stretchy-lycra girdle and a bright white one-piece bra-girdle
shape-wear thing (stuff like you saw 40-year old women modeling
in the Sears catalog in the 1970's). The fifth drawer had some
knee socks and other socks. The sixth drawer had hair clips and
barrets and such. The next drawer had a few tubes of lotion and
bath salts and hand cream. The bottom drawer had paper and pens
and candles and ribbons and some photos.
As I looked through each drawer, I realized that the drawers
were sparsely filled (each drawer looked about 2/3rds empty)
because she had packed most of her stuff for the vacation. But
I also noticed right away that this lingerie that was there was
all the very high-end top of the line stuff. The satin and lace
panties were the nicest stuff I'd ever seen, different colors,
1 bikini and 2 briefs, one tan pair trimmed in black lace with
an open crotch and bows on the waist. Wow! One bra had padded
cups, wide straps, and a wide back with four hooks (she was
probably a 36 B/C). One was black and a soft-cup of just lace.
The other was pale ivory with a half lace and half satin cup
just one hook in back. The clothes hanger next to that chest of
drawers was pretty filled with sweaters and shirts and pants
neatly folded. I turned around and opened the other low dresser
on the other wall. The top drawer was probably 4-5 half slips
and full slips with an open package of maxi-pads on the right.
The second drawer had one pair of long-sleeved and long-leg silk
pajamas with lace on the cuffs and sleeves, and there was also
one long sleeping gown in white satin with a full lace bodice
and spaghetti straps.
The bottom drawer had one full-piece bathing suit and all kinds
of opened make-up containers. The slips and sleep-wear were also
very high end stuff, probably from Macy's and Bloomingdales (not
JC Penny and Sears). Pastel satins and silks, lace trim
everywhere. There was one matching camisole and half slip I was
immediately drawn to. They were so incredibly beautiful. Both
were a very pale pink silk (real silk) with antique ivory
overlaid lace trim all over the hem and the top of the bust
going around to the back as well, with thick rolled satin
spaghetti straps. The clothes on the right hanger were all
dresses and skirts and various types of blouses, business suits
and a couple of fancy evening gowns. This room was unreal!
Here I was at around 9:30 pm, in a house all by myself, locked
up with the alram on in a very nice neighborhood. And right next
to the bedroom was an incredible cache of women's clothes. I
thought about how I hadn't dressed really up as a girl all that
much since the summer before freshman year (summer 1977). At
school in freshman year I had dressed once or twice very quickly
when I was home on break and no one was home for a few hours at
my parents' house. I closed the door, brushed my teeth, and got
ready for bed, trying so hard to put the thoughts of dressing in
her clothes completely out of my mind. I shut off the light and
got in the bed and laid there looking at the ceiling, then
looked over at the closet door. It was no use. After about 15
minutes I sat up, closed both sets of curtains on the windows
down tight, and opened the closet door. The temptation was too
much to handle.
I walked into the closet and sat on the dressing chair under the
window and started imaging that I was the wife in the house,
getting up early in the morning while it was still dark, to get
dressed for my busy day at the office. I gave in to the complete
fantasy mode. I undressed down to my skin and was opening the
first drawer when I decided I was going to go all the way with
this indulgence. I was now 19 years old and had since gone
through puberty and had very hairy (although very blonde) legs.
No chest hair but solid growth around my chin and under my nose
(cheeks were still pretty smooth), and had very hairy underarms.
I wanted to shave my legs and underarms and then do skin creams
and wash my hair and do nail polish first, but knew I'd have to
deal with explaining smooth legs and underarms to my roommates
and teammates at school. But I was so caught up, I didn't think
it through or even care.
I turned on the shower and lathered my legs with shave cream and
underarms and shaved everything super smooth (I think I went
through 3 of her razors). I shaved my face super clean and
washed and conditioned my hair with the wife's old faithful
bottle of Clairol Herbal Essence (the green shampoo) and
strawberry conditioner. I toweled down and headed for the
closet. It was now around 10:30 PM but I didn't care. I had
decided to put on a complete outfit from the skin out, of these
wonderfully soft and beautiful feminine clothes. I was so
excited heading back into the closet. I was naked and feeling
some of the same pleasures and joy inside I had when I used to
go down to the basement and check out my mom's stash of old
clothes.
I rubbed skin lotion all over legs and arms and chest and face.
I brushed my hair straight back, parted it in the middle, and
combed it straight down on the sides. It completely covered my
ears and went to about 2" below my shoulders in back. I searched
the medicine cabinet and found several bottles of nail polish.
I went with a very deep maroon, with only a hint of red. While
I sat on the bed waiting for the nails to dry, it was a complete
adrenaline rush of anticipation, thinking about getting totally
dressed again. But this stuff was not my sister's or my mom's
old clothes. This stuff was new and very contemporary. When the
polish was dry to the touch, I walked over to the closet and
decided I was going to simply indulge myself.
I opened the door and went to the chest of drawers. I opened the
top drawer and picked up a pair of yellow stretch lace nylon
panties and pulled these on. They were high-waisted and had a
tummy stretch-panel in front. My legs were hairless and I had
rubbed them down with Jergen's body lotion. I went to the next
drawer and selected the white satin bra with the half-and-half
cups and one hook in back. I put some rolled up socks in each
cup and felt so good in panties and bra with freshly shaven,
cleaned, and scented skin. This lingerie was so beautiful and
must have been very expensive, and it felt so good to wear it.
When I looked around I saw that the back of the door had a
full-length mirror, so I pulled the door closed and admired
myself in white bra and yellow high-waisted panties. Then I got
a thought about the maxi-pads in the one drawer I had seen
earlier and was quickly taking one from the large box. They
didn't have adhesive strips back then but were pinned to a small
elastic waist strap (it was there next to the box).
I had never done this before, but I was feeling so womanly I
wanted to do everything a woman would do. I lowered my panties
to my mid-thighs and pulled the elastic belt around my waist and
had the ?" wide elastic strap between my legs and between my
butt. I safety-pinned the ends of the pad to the strap and
tucked my genitals back between my legs with the pad pressing on
top. Then I pulled the stretchy panties back on and everything
got tucked way back between my crotch and flat back between my
legs. The strap was like a thong inside my butt and felt really
good. Everything was very tight fitting and from the side and
front view I had no evidence of anything but the maxi-pad
impression showing through the panties and I looked so much like
a female's hips and thighs, I wanted to just keep going further
with this.
I then went straight for that lovely pink camisole and matching
half slip set and slid the top over my shoulders and stepped
into the slip and pulled the elastic up to my waist. Whew! This
stuff was so light and real silk and very airy and felt just
wonderful on my skin. I twirled in the mirror admiring myself.
Everything fit great. I was around 6'2" and 175lbs and she was
probably a size 12-14 in everything. I was an athlete and had
only a 30" waist, and she was a bit stocky so her Levi's pants
on the rack were 32" waist and I knew then that all her lingerie
and pants and skirts and dresses would all probably fit me. I
passed on the garter belt for now and simply went with a pair of
dark tan pantyhose tights. I remembered that she was a tall
woman and well built, but I never thought of her as very
attractive and certainly not overly feminine looking in her
overalls and big sweatshirts. I started looking very quickly for
some shoes that would fit my size 12 feet (but very thin and
skinny). Most of the stylish pumps were too tight, I think they
were all size 11 women's.
But she had a pair of black flats (maybe a ?" heel), closed toe
with an open heel and a strap around the back of the ankle with
a very small buckle. My feet went in very easily and my heel
went right to the edge of the back of the shoe and the strap
slid right up tight on my ankle. I was in, they were snug but
not too tight and they looked perfect in the mirror. Very basic
(plain) black business "look" and as flats they kept me from
being too tall. I loved the look in the mirror. Bra straps and
a nice sized bust line under the pink camisole, two sets of
straps on my shoulders. The pink half slip with the wide band of
ivory lace right above my knee by 1" and my totally hairless
legs in tan tights with black closed-toe flats was the perfect
look. My legs looked so great and when I touched them they were
so smooth in the pantyhose. I realized my face was still not all
that convincing, so I took a break from dressing and got a jar
of foundation, some blush powder, eye liner pencil, eye shadow
palette, and Maybellene mascara from the drawer and headed for
the bathroom. In 10 minutes I had lush lashes, deep colored
eye-lids and brows, and a smooth skin look with blush on the
cheeks. In the drawer in the bathroom were 5-6 lipsticks. I
picked a dark maroon like the nail polish and did my lips. Wow,
my face was so great to look at all made up and I was really
feeling very feminine with each minute that passed. I got so
into it, walking back to the closet in bra, panties, hose, slip,
camisole, and flats that I was swaying my hips and had my hand
up near my chest with the limp-wristed hand facing out with
polished nails.
I walked into the closet and sat on the dressing chair and
crossed my legs and felt my thighs through the slip and
pretended to be a wife, choosing what to wear for the big day
ahead. I went to the rack next to the 3-drawer chest and sifted
through the dresses and suits and skirts and blouses. I pulled
out a silver-grey 100% silk long-sleeved blouse that was so
sheer with two long silk sashes that tied from the collar into
a bow that hung nicely. The camisole and bra straps showed
through and the lace trim of the camisole shown through the
front as well. It was the most beautiful feeling in that blouse
with the nice bust line pushing out.
I then chose a black with subtle white pinstripe two-piece
business suit. I slid on the skirt, it was fully lined in satin
and had a Gloria Vanderbilt tag near the back zipper and button.
I lifted it up above my waist and smoothed the blouse and
camisole flat and the slip back to me knee and then carefully
smoothed the skirt. It just dropped easily as the satin lining
slid down over the silk slip. Wow, what a great look in the
mirror. I looked like the lady at the bank in "new accounts". I
put the jacket on, it was fully lined in satin also, but it was
a bit tight. I think my shoulders were wider than hers by
several inches, so it was not comfortable. I hung it back up and
just looked at myself in the blouse and skirt, smooth legs and
flats and I felt so great. My hair was drying more and I went
back to the bathroom and brushed it up and fluffed it a bit to
look more feminine than my guy's cut.
I went to her dresser again in the closet and opened the jewelry
box on top and tried on 4-5 rings that fit my pinky and one of
my pointer fingers (nothing fit my ring-fingers). I put on a
basic strand of ivory-pink-toned pearls and they looked great
across my chest on the grey silk blouse. Her earrings were all
for pierced ears and I was initially disappointed to not have
earrings. But I searched all four drawers in the jewelry chest
and in the bottom were large gold clip-on earrings (they didn't
match the pearls) and then found large white single faux pearl
clip-ons and put them on immediately. They were big, but they
did match well and with my hair over my ears, they just peeked
through my hair and I loved the look and feel.
I went to the full-length mirror again and just looked and
looked and loved everything I saw and felt. The skirt fit great,
my legs were beautiful and me feet looked very feminine. The
blouse and bust and lingerie peeking through underneath was such
a nice feel and look. The panties were very tight, the maxi-pad
belt was tight inside my butt and the panties and pantyhose held
everything in place. The slip on my thighs rubbing against the
skirt's satin lining was great and all this on top of my
pantyhose over my hairless legs. The jewelry, the nail polish,
the make-up, it was great and yet I was still wanting more.
So now what? Here I am at 11:00pm, fully dressed and no idea
what to do next. I went downstairs and walked around the house,
but kept the lights off so no one could see me from the outside
looking into the house at night. I sat in the living room on
every chair, then went into the kitchen and dining room and then
was still wondering what to do next. I went to the front hall
closet and looked over her various coats and jackets. The long
coats were too tight in the shoulders (like the suit jacket) and
the sleeves were a bit short. But I found an ivory wool jacket,
fully-lined, that was a bit oversized and slided over the blouse
very well and had two large buttons in front. I looked at myself
in the hall mirror from the waist up and decided to go out to
the back yard patio and walk around a bit.
I opened the French doors off the kitchen sitting room and
stepped into the cool autumn air of late October. It was a clear
night and the stars were out, probably around 55 degrees (not
cold but just a slight autumn chill). It was after 11PM and I
was walking around the sidewalks feeling cool air rush up under
the skirt on my smooth legs and I got into it. I was walking
very much over-emphasizing my hips swinging and then sat on the
lawn furniture or leaned against the brick walls a pretended I
was a wife, at the close of a fancy party, talking with friends
and getting ready to say good-night.
Then I in a quick moment decided I would get the keys and go out
to the garage and sit in the Volvo wagon and pretend to drive
off. Well I got in and sat down in the dark and smoothed my
skirt and felt so good, so feminine, that (you guessed it) I hit
the button on the garage-door opener and started the car. The
light went on inside the garage and I put the car in reverse and
started backing out. I was trying to tell myself to stop and get
back in the house, that I was jeopardizing all kinds of things
if I got caught like this, but I was so into it I just backed
out, closed the garage door button and turned off down he
street.
It was now 11:30 on a weeknight (I don't remember the exact day
of the week) and I was driving down Hardscrabble Road in full
lingerie, stockings, blouse and skirt, flats, jewelry and
make-up and dress coat. I wanted to stop and turn around but I
made a left onto the main street at the end of the block and
headed for the center of the village. I came to the light near
the Friendly's Ice Cream Shoppe we went to as college students
all the time and the place was packed with cars. I thought about
how there might be guys and gals I knew from school in there
eating and talking and I was driving by in a car they wouldn't
recognize in a complete woman's outfit. What was I doing?
But I loved feeling the layers of pantyhose, slip, skirt-lining
on my legs and thighs as I slid across the smooth vinyl seats.
I opened the coat in front and let the seat belt go right
between my bra cups and I sat very straight to let the bust line
stick out very firm and nicely. With one hand on the wheel, I
couldn't keep my other hand from just moving all over my skirt
and feeling my bust through the blouse and back down to my legs.
I reached up under my skirt and let the slip's lace show. For
the first time in my dressing I started imagining that I was
driving but that my husband/date was moving his hands all over
my legs and trying to feel my breasts while I told him to cut it
out so I could drive us home. What was I now thinking?
I was so into the feminine mode, I was thinking of a guy with
me. I knew I was not gay and had never had any attraction to
men. But I was now feeling not like a guy with another guy
touching me, but as a woman with a man touching her and I loved
the fantasy. At one stop light, I even let my hand run up the
skirt to between my legs and felt the thick maxi-pad impression
through the pantyhose and panty and pretended to tell the guy
that it was my time of the month so we wouldn't be able to go
any further. My sexual arousal was really getting heightened
beyond anything I'd experienced in dressing during my prior 15
years. Here I was imagining myself as a woman, feeling so
feminine, and imagining a guy with me, touching me, arousing me.
This was uncharted territory for me, but I was just going with
it even further.
At the next light, I looked across the intersection and saw a
city police car waiting at the light and I got a hot flash of
panic. The arousal stopped instantly and I was shocked back into
instant awareness of my true position. I had no license with me,
and if I was stopped I'd have no I.D. on me and I would be found
as a guy dressed fully in woman's clothes. I started thinking
about being taken in to the local court house jail area and
having to explain myself and all. Whew, was I nervous.
I made sure to wait on the light and let the officer proceed
left in front of my car, then I went straight and did a U-turn
in the hardware store parking lot and came left back to the same
light position where the cop's car had been. When the light
changed, I went back down the road and made a right onto
Hardscrabble Road and watched my speed to stay right at 20-25
mph to avoid getting pulled over. I hit the garage door button
and pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me and
took a deep breath and sigh or relief to be back safely.
I went back in and sat in the living room couch with the lights
off. Once I relaxed from the rush of driving in town, I went
upstairs and took at least another 30 minutes to undress very
slowly and put away each item in the closet as I had found it.
I took off my make-up with baby oil and tissues, but left on the
bra, panties, maxi-pad belt, and nail polish. I went into the
smaller dresser and put on the silk pajamas with the lace trim
and then got into the bed sheets and laid back and was so at
ease and restful.
I was going to go to sleep but had another anxiety attack that
the owners would come home early and I was going to be found by
them lying in their bed wearing lingerie and her pajamas and
nail polish. So I got up around 12:30 and removed the nail
polish and put everything away in the closet and went to bed. Of
course they didn't come back early and I could have slept all
night like that, but I decided I would try that again the next
night. In fact I was now planning how to NOT have any friend
spend the night at the house the four remaining nights so I
could indulge myself again and again. But that's my next
"Sorting-Out Part 6" .. (to be continued)
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