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Derry Does Dallas
By Trisha Gilbert
Chapter 1
"My God, you're not supposed to be a guy!"
Derry was dumbfounded. This elderly looking black man had just
focused on him and figured out that he was indeed the nurse that
had been sent from San Francisco. A thousand thoughts ran through
his head. Was he going to be able to keep this job? What would
working for a black family be like? Did he even want to keep this
job, or would this man be too unreasonable to work for?
Derry took the same approach he always had. He took no action,
but waited to see what the man would do. In the military, his MOS
of medic had been chosen for him in just that way, by a sergeant
who could not see him in the infantry. Derry was slight at best,
and gave the impression of a delicate child. At 22, he had the
slim, pre-pubescent look of both boys and girls just before the
onset of hormones. In basic training he had done terribly, but
his brains and energy saved him. The military figured he could
heft a bottle of pills or empty a bedpan as well as anyone.
Indeed he had. He liked his three Army years pretty well. He had
learned a trade that guaranteed employment, escaped his mother's
suffocating attentions and best of all, spent his time helping
others, which seemed to be about the only way he could relate to
people successfully. He wasn't so good at insisting on his own
preferences, but nurses weren't often called on for that. In
fact, he often couldn't tell you what his preferences were
anyhow.
Mr. Marshall was equally at a loss. This situation was
unbelievable. The family's last nurse had just disappeared on
them, and the San Francisco agency owed them a replacement or
refund of the finder's fee because she had only stayed 11 days.
They must have known that a female nurse was needed to help his
wife care for their emaciated daughter, yet they sent, a male
nurse! Did they think they could do this to avoid refunding the
fee? If so, they had another thing coming.
Still and all this kid looked pretty manageable. When the bus had
arrived, he had looked in vain for the female nurse he had
assumed was coming (who could have assumed otherwise with a name
like "Derry Winkle"), and had actually had to pause and decide
before concluding Derry was male. He was so slim, so small, and
so retiring. His smooth dark skin, probably Greek or Italian, and
the sculpted look of the bones in his face gave him a very female
look, and even black with his curly dark hair cut medium long in
a kind of androgynous look. He was probably all of 5'2".
What to do? If he even took the kid home, there might be some
obligation to the agency. He'd have to look at the contract to
see whether a female had to be specified. Probably did in these
discrimination-conscious days. On the other hand, he was leaving
to go on tour with his orchestra, and his wife wouldn't hear of
it if there were no nurse to help her take care of their
daughter. Mr. Marshall took his normal course and decided to let
his wife Lea make the decision.
"Hey, sorry about that. I just assumed a nurse meant a woman, and
I'm sure my wife expects a woman to help her with my daughter. If
it were me or a son, I don't think you're being male would
matter."
"Well I don't know what to say. The agency says they try to be up
front about placing men, and that your application didn't
specify. All I know is, I spent my own money to get out here, and
I don't have a lot left if this job falls through!" Derry added,
"The only thing I don't want to end up doing is working in a
Veteran's or military hospital. Hospitals are too depressing for
me."
"Well let's not rule out anything yet. Let's just see what the
wife thinks."
Chapter 2
Lea Marshall did know what she wanted. Derry had no reason to
know it, but she was in fact a lot like his mother. Right now
what she wanted was a little relief from taking care of her
daughter Junie. It wasn't so much that Junie was dangerously ill,
but that she had kind of retreated psychologically to a small
child. The most notable thing right now was that she wasn't
eating much at all, and had wasted away to less than 100 pounds.
Chapter 3
"Okay," she started, "as long as you're staying at least for the
week, I'll show you your room. It's upstairs with us so that you
can be close to Junie in the night. Our last nurse just bugged
out with a boyfriend two weeks after arriving. Didn't take a
thing. She must be crazy. Anyhow, all her things are still there,
including uniforms."
"That brings up something. When we said we would pay for
uniforms, that didn't mean we were going to go out and buy
another whole set. That meant the replacement wears what fits in
that wardrobe. Dresses are pretty forgiving on size, but that's
not going to help you. We'll have to figure something out."
Derry was just nodding. He thought Mrs. Marshall and Junie both
looked terrific. Unlike his mother, who was not Mediterranean and
had extremely fair and somewhat blotchy skin, both Mrs. Marshall
and her daughter had wonderful, warm dark complexions. Each had
fine bone structures from what he could see, and the point was he
hoped he could see more. Derry's great interest in women was
visual and, in their own ways, each of these women was a visual
treat. He wanted this job, though he wasn't clear yet on what was
so appealing about it.
Derry blurted out "If there are any pants-type uniforms, I may be
able to make do. I really didn't bring any uniforms because I' m
straight out of the military."
Mrs. Marshall felt a strange surge of excitement at this. She
didn't know why this boy's eagerness to please, going to the
extent of submitting to wear used uniforms of a woman he had
never met, but she liked it.
"Well, I know she had one or two pants uniforms, so get one and
try it on. She was about your height and build." Mrs. Marshall
made no move to leave Derry's new room or to turn her eyes away
from him. She knew he would be intimidated by this.
Derry didn't know what to think. Apparently this woman expected
him to strip down to his shorts in front of her and try on a
female uniform as if this were the most normal thing in the
world. It wasn't normal at all, but the pretense that it was
excited him. He was completely scared, but he wanted to do it.
"Would you get the uniform out please Ma'am?"
"Sure, it's got to be here somewhere. She left without so much as
her toothbrush."
While she rummaged through the hanging clothes and the drawers,
Derry started to undress. His penis pressed unnaturally against
his underpants, showing sexual excitement, but he knew somehow
that this would be "ignored" by Mrs. Marshall as well. He had his
pants off, and as he unbuttoned his shirt, she turned back toward
him.
"Here it is. I can only find the one, and I didn't remember it
having these pleats in the shirtfront, but that easy enough for
us all to ignore. Luckily, she wasn't busty so the cut is kind of
narrow."
She sat on Derry's new bed directly opposite him, her eyes more
or less at the level of his genitals. She watched intently while
he removed his shirt, leaving the bulge of his smallish penis
very evident, and about 4 feet from her face. His excitement was
great, and he wondered if any liquid would be emitted from his
penis. Then, a small amount appeared, wetting his underwear.
"Oh, I think you stained your underwear a bit. That's not bad,"
she continued reassuringly, "but you'd better change them."
"I can't" Derry said. "My suitcase is still in the car."
"Uh oh," she said. "I think my husband's left for his tour. Your
case may be gone with him." She paused, and then said as gently
as she could. "You know, it wouldn't be harmful if you borrowed a
pair of the last nurse's underpants until you get some more of
yours. I'll wash yours and no one will ever know."
Derry was so stimulated he couldn't answer. He loved the idea,
but he was afraid of it also. Here was a stranger, a beautiful
woman, examining him in his underwear, seeing his emissions, and
casually suggesting he put on some woman's panties. He agonized
but a second, and then nodded.
Mrs. Marshall smiled in as reassuring as way as she could. This
had never happened to her before, where essentially non-sexual,
arguably innocent behavior had had such an effect on her. All she
knew was that she loved this situation, and must be careful not
to panic the young man.
"I'll just get a pair of underpants that's plain as can be." she
said. She avoided calling them panties. Looking the woman's
drawers, she found a pair of fairly ordinary. Lollypop-style full
briefs that were lemon yellow and somewhat faded. "Here you go."
Right in front of her, facing her so that his penis poked out
right toward her face, Derry lowered his underpants. His penis
was erect, but small, as was his testicular sack. While his pubic
hair was dark and curly like the hair on his head, it grew only
in a narrow vee over his genitals and barely at all on his
testicals. He had no pubes growing near the juncture with his
legs.
Mrs. Marshall looked intently at his genitals. She loved them.
They spoke of true innocence, being so small and smooth, hairless
except for the small vee of hair. Quite like she understood
oriental men and women looked. She liked that the exposure was
occurring in a non-sexual context, as if this were her son and
she was just helping him with some intimate, but necessary act
like an enema.
She held out the yellow panties and Derry took them. He was so
excited he couldn't talk. He arranged them with what he thought
was the front facing forward, and he stepped into them. As he
drew them up his thighs, he knew what he would like most -- to
become the nurse to these two woman in this household, to live in
this room full of women's clothes, and to dress in them
exclusively --even the dresses. Already, the panties he wore were
as damp as the ones he had taken off, but he and Mrs. Marshall
both ignored it. In fact, they both loved the thought.
Chapter 4
For the moment, Derry dressed in the pants-type uniform. It was
of white nylon, with a pleated front and the buttons on the front
of the blouse just the reverse from what he was used to the
uniform fit very well, both top and bottom. Mrs. Marshall noted
this as well. Derry's shoulders were as narrow as a female's, and
his pre-pubescent shape was quite close to the nurse that had
preceded him.
What Derry liked most was that the nylon was sort of see-through.
He didn't know why, but his mind leapt to think how female he
would actually look if the straps of a bra were to show through
the uniform blouse. As it was, the leg bands of the panties he
wore were quite visible through the nylon and gave the impression
of femininity. He slipped on some knee-high white hose Mrs.
Marshall handed him and a pair of white shoes. They were very
tight but he made it.
"We ought to top it off with a cap, but that would confuse Junie
completely." Mrs. Marshall joked. Derry would have like to too,
but he said nothing as was typical for him. "You look fine as it
is," she continued, "now let's go in and see Junie."
"Seeing" Junie was more than he bargained for, but again he loved
it. It was the whole pretense of normal behavior that he liked
most about the way these women behaved. When he met Junie before,
he had been clearly dressed as a male, albeit giving off a
somewhat delicate look. Now he was back a half hour later,
dressed in a female uniform, shoes, and panties, without so much
as a word of explanation. And Junie acted as if nothing
extraordinary were happening.
Junie lay there on her back on the bed, with no bed covers
because of the summer heat. She was wearing a sort of hospital
smock, open at the rear, but it had shoulder straps at the top
rather than the typical half-length sleeves. He could see her
upper torso, and it was extremely thin. Her clavical bones were
very evident, the flesh shrunken away from them. Her arms were
also extremely thin. The smock was completely oversized.
However, it was also extremely short, barely coming halfway down
her thighs. With her legs apart, he knew that he could see her
crotch if he shifted to the end of the bed, but he decided not
to. Typically, he had no great interest in females or their
bodies, but he was fascinated by inappropriate displays of
breasts and genitals by women older or younger than he. He was
completely uninterested in women appropriate to his age. Somehow,
in this case, he believed that he would have a much better, more
exciting time, if he made no effort to directly arrange to see
her body.
Anyway, as her nurse, he would be seeing it intimately, it not
clinically, unless her mother took over the more intimate tasks.
And, as if in answer, her mother said, "Junie, do you need to
relieve yourself?" Her daughter nodded but did not open her mouth
or look at Derry.
"Derry, please get the bedpan. That's it, now put it between
Junie's knees. You do know what you're doing!"
Actually Derry had no clear idea of what he was doing, but he
really loved playing along. He did know how to handle a bedpan,
having used one a thousand times in the military. But that was
always men!!
"Now help Junie sit up. You take a side there and give some
support."
Mrs. Marshall had quickly slipped the pan under Junie's buttocks.
AS Derry helped Junie to a sitting position, her smock fell away
from her front, revealing completely her wonderfully protruding
breasts, somehow like bird's beaks, ending in tremendously
protruding black nipples. They were small and virtually conical,
like dual penises sticking out of her emaciated frame. His eyes
dropped for a second, and he could see down the smock to her
genitals. She was entirely hairless! He could see the crack in
her mons, her protruding labia, and her spread thighs. It was
just beautiful.
"Alright Junie, you can urinate now." her mother said.
While Derry was transfixed looking at her daughter's breasts and
crotch, Mrs. Marshall watched him. It excited her to have this
boy so completely taken in by these female sights. And to think
that he was dressed in woman's clothes, that she had inspected
his penis and he hadn't objected, and now he was enjoying her
daughter's elimination as well as sex.
"Derry, quick, hold the lips of her genitals apart. I want the
stream to be undisturbed."
"Yes Ma'am" he mumbled, and reached under Junie's smock.
As she continued to urinate, he gently pushed her labia majora
apart, so that the stream of urine touched nothing as it left her
body.
To be continued?
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