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Rebecca's Story - By Rebecca Strange
Chapter two
And so time went by and the rows between my mother and my father got
worse until one day my mother left him, it wasn't really a shock to
anyone really as my father had nearly killed her the last time they had
rowed.
I was not doing very well at school due to me hardly being there most
days, and my home life was miserable, my father wanted me to be all macho
but I was a small timid boy who was bullied at school and had no friends.
I was now fourteen nearing fifteen and only five feet two inches tall and
weighed seven and a half stone. I had managed to get my hands on another
six months course of birth control pills and I was beginning to notice
the changes that were happening to my body. My hips and bottom had
noticeably filled out and on my chest were the beginnings of small
breasts, they didn't notice much until I wore a bra then they were
clearly visible.
My nipples were very tender and enlarged and my penis had shrunk. My
voice hadn't broken and there were no signs that it was going to and I
had no facial hair. I did shave under my arms also my legs and trimmed my
triangle of hair between my legs to keep it neat. My eyebrows were now
thinly arched and may nails long and manicured. When anyone was about,
I put my hair in my baseball cap with the peak pulled low over my face,
but no one really paid any attention to me. I was just left to get on
with the chores and as long as the washing and ironing was done and
dinner was on the table I was mostly ignored.
My mum had been gone four months and my sister was by now very big and
was dating lots of different boys and my father had began to drink non
stop.
A month before my fifteenth birthday my sister told my father she was
leaving home and going to live with a bloke she had met. Needless to say
he was absolutely shattered by this news and raged like never before, my
sister packed her things and disappeared without even saying goodbye to
me.
My father went from bad to worse sometimes not coming home for days on
end, there was no food in the house and bills were not getting paid.
The turning point in my life came after my father had not been home for
about four and a half days. I was fully dressed up, full make up my hair
down and wearing a light blue cap sleeved dress there was a banging on
the front door. There had been people ringing on the doorbell in the past
when I had been dressed up but I ignored them and they went away.
This knock was different and had an awful air of authority about it, I
froze and then realised a man was looking through the letterbox and had
seen me. I was bent down in front of the washing machine unloading my
father's dirty work clothes I had just washed.
I lifted my head and I made eye contact with him, my heart had stopped
beating and panic raced through my body. I stood up still staring at the
letter box as it shut, I could see the outline of the man through the
front doors frosted glass. Should I let him in, or should I run upstairs
and change, the doorknocker banging against door bought me to my senses.
He had seen me so he knew I was here, was he from the school truancy
department or worse still was he a policeman. The letterbox was pushed
open again and the man spoke through the slot.
"Social Services lass, please open the door I know you are living on your
own and we want to help you," he said.
My mind raced trying to think of a good reason to tell him why I was
dressed in girl's clothes. I couldn't get upstairs without passing the
front door. I stood up walked to door and opened it, I held it open for
him to enter and guided him into the kitchen were he sat down on a chair.
He was a very tall man heavily built with a lived in friendly face he was
puffing a bit and seemed a bit out of breath.
"Where's your brother Caroline?" he asked.
I looked at my feet avoiding eye contact, "He's run away," I stuttered.
This man obviously thought I was my sister that's why he had called me
her name. The man pulled out a identity card and passed it to me.
"My name is Mr. William Reed. I have been made responsible for you and
your brothers care as from today. Your neighbour was worried about you
children as she had noticed that your dad has not been home for over five
days, oh by the way you can call me Bill. Have you heard from him?"
I looked up and he was smiling at me I started to cry I didn't want to
but I just totally broke down. The man produced a hanky and passed it to
me and I dabbed at my eyes trying not to smudge my makeup. He then stood
up and put his arm around my shoulder and I sobbed and sobbed, he
muttered soothing sounds and waited for me to finish crying. I dabbed my
face dry as best I could and looked up into his face.
"Feel better now lass?" he asked. I nodded and sat down opposite to wear
he had sat at the table. I sat there quietly looking at my hands as he
explained what was going to happen.
"I'll pop back later on this evening at about eight to eight thirty if
your dad is still not back then I will have to take you into care. Now
don't worry its not a prison or anything its just like a hotel with lots
of kids the same age as you, in fact its more like a holiday camp they
get up to so much mischief".
While he had been talking I had been picking my nail polish off as my as
a voice in my head screamed at me to tell the truth to him.
He carried on, "As soon as we get to see your dad and sort it out you
will be home." He smiled at me and stood up. "I'm off, I've got to get
the wife a loaf of bread on my way home otherwise I'll be in trouble." He
grinned and winked at me, I got up and went to the front door held it
open and then he was gone.
I shut the door and went back to the kitchen and sat down, what was I to
do run away? Where would I go, I had no one to turn to and no money. I
thought about my dad did he really care I didn't think so and I knew he
wasn't coming home anymore this week. I decided that my only chance was
to carry on pretending to be my sister and hope it lead me to another
avenue of escape.
I went to the fridge and took the last piece of cheese out and made
myself a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea. That was about it for the
food, I couldn't have cooked anything anyway as the gas had been shut off
last week. I sat there all alone, a boy in a dress in a mess I thought
and sighed. It was funny but inside I felt a little better I don't know
if it was the cry or the thought of not being alone anymore, but I really
did feel different, as though a large weight had been lifted from my
shoulders.
I thought about what Bill had said, I could use this as a means to escape
this life. I came up with a plan, I would become Caroline!. I finished my
tea and then cleared the kitchen up. Luckily the water was heated by
electricity so I was able to run a bath, while it was running I undressed
and put my dress and under clothes into the washing machine and switched
it on.
I ran back up stairs to the bathroom turned the water off and climbed in
the bath, the hot water felt wonderful as I slid into it and relaxed.
After a while when I felt a little better I washed my self and shaved my
legs and underarms I also shaved around my penis and in between my legs.
The only hair I had now was on my head, I pulled the plug out of the bath
while the water was emptying I washed my hair and rinsed it adding
conditioner to the final rinse.
I dried myself off with a towel and then wrapped it around my head found
another towel and wrapped it around my body. I searched the bathroom
medicine cabinet for a role of fabric sticky plaster that we had and took
it with me to my room.
I sat on the bed and finished drying myself, if I was going to go through
with this mad idea I would need to make myself as convincing as possible.
So using the sticky plaster I carefully attached two eight inch long
strip of plaster length ways to my penis, I then put a strip all the
round at the base and a strip all the way round at the top just below the
head.
I bent right over and pulled my penis hard between my legs and stuck the
two strips of plaster to the inside of my bottom cheeks, I held them
there for a few seconds to give the adhesive time to stick. I had left
myself a little gap with which to pee through as along as I sat down. I
stood up slowly giving time for my skin to stretch to allow my penis to
stay hidden. I looked down to see a reasonably flat outline.
I talcum powdered myself and then put deodorant on, I knew in my mind
what I was going to wear, my black padded bra, black lacy panties, barely
black pantyhose and my light blue half slip. All these clothes were
courtesy of Janet, I owed her so much, I went to my secret hiding place
and sorted out the items and laid them on the bed.
I put my bra on and pulled my breasts up to make them as big as possible,
and to give me maximum cleavage. With this padded bra on they actually
looked fairly well developed. I brushed a little bit of dark face powder
in my cleavage to make it stand out better, then looked in the mirror.
I was pleased with the results. I put my panties on enjoying the feeling
of the soft silky nylon against my bare body, an involuntary shiver went
down my back.
I stood in front of the mirror I hadn't realised how much my body had
actually changed recently. My hips were much more defined and my bottom
was round, this made my waist look very small. Mind you I was only a 22"
waist anyhow.
My face was soft and my arched eyebrows gave me a distinct girly look,
once I enhanced this with a little makeup I new I would look the part.
I began to wonder if wearing a skirt tonight would be such a good idea as
I didn't know exactly were I would end up, probably in prison.
I decided to play it safe and wear my red V necked cap sleeve T shirt,
and my white shell suite bottoms with the black stars up the legs, with
white trainers. I didn't want to go overdressed and look like I was
trying to be the centre of attention.
I pulled the shell suite bottoms on and then the T shirt, I decided to
tuck the T shirt in as it made my waist look smaller and my breasts look
bigger. I sat in front of the mirror and did my makeup just a little
blusher to give me a healthy glow, eyeliner and mascara. I did apply a
smear of lipstick to give my lips a shine.
I looked in the mirror I was used to seeing this face staring back at me,
but what was going to happen tonight was all going to be new. I dried my
hair and then curled it as I was going to leave it down I put my silver
headband on to keep it out of my face. It also left a little fringe of
hair, which I though looked very feminine and I liked a lot.
Through the top holes in my ears I threaded gold hoops and then through
the bottom holes I put my gold crosses, I also wore my gold crucifix
around my neck. After putting my trainers on I decided to have a good
look in my parents bedroom for any money or anything of any use.
I hated going in their room as I knew it was wrong but I was desperate,
the room was dark and the bed was unmade. I switched the light on and
started to go through the bedside cabinet, apart from a bit of change and
half a bottle of perfume there was nothing of any use.
After going through the whole room I had gained a few pounds in change
and a purse to put it in, a black suede hand bag which I put the perfume
and half a box of tampons I thought would look good to any body nosing
through my things.
Against my better judgment, I had a look in my sisters room, Wow it
looked like it had been burgled there was papers and rubbish everywhere.
I hunted around for anything that my help me steal her identity, there
was loads, she had left behind all of her exam results and pass
certificates her birth certificate, provisional driving license, her
national insurance card, a pack of condoms and two more month strips of
birth control pills.
I left her room and went back to mine I pulled my holdall from the top of
my wardrobe and hid the stuff inside. I hunted in my secret hiding place
and found my gold watch bracelet and my gold rings I had recently bought
myself from the catalogue shop and put them on.
My heart was going crazy I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement or
just the thought of escaping this house. I desperately wanted to put a
skirt or dress on but knew I didn't really have the nerve and also most
girls my age lived in jeans or joggers unless they were going out
somewhere special.
I went downstairs and waited knowing that my life was about to change.
To Be Continued:
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