Street Name: Samantha!
Players:
Sam/Samantha, the lead in this story; Chief Helen Sanders,
Sam's boss; Rose, Sam's teacher and dominate; Ruth/Ray,
Chief Sanders brother/sister; Helen, Rose's Sister and her
husband Jack, an adult baby. Julie, A male-to-female
transsexual, and Sam's co-worker at the boutique; John,
Sam's new sissy friend, Patrick/Patty Cake, the bookkeeper,
Sandy, the self proclaimed "Queen of Tarts", and owner of
Swirls and Curls.
Synopsis:
Sam's job, in personnel, was as close as he'd ever get to
becoming a policeman. His size a factor most of all. His
looks as well. He'd grown up with that ambiguity running
counter to our notions of male and female.
He'd also learned long ago to keep a low profile and a
policemen was hardly a low profile job. All of it coming to
an end that day his Chief called him into her office and
smiled. She had an assignment and he was perfect for it.
His street name would be: Samantha.
Facts From Fiction:
My first time in a gay, or alternate life styles bar as the
owner called it, was my first time outside of that main
stream we're taught to swim in. I was in the middle of
every manner of life style: Drag queens, transsexuals, both
male and female, and guys in leather (chaps and little
else).
There were cross dressers, cross gendered, and a few
straights either lost or just curious. Some I didn't
recognize at all, and many didn't match those labels I'd
picked up along the way.
It was my first time "out" in a dress. It had taken me
years to get to that night. I was just as odd as they until
I began to wonder over those two worlds I now stood
between. That one I'd thought so normal, suddenly not, and
the one I thought so odd, suddenly normal.
What struck me, as the first night unfolded, was how
perfectly normal they all were. More so as I drifted into
their lives seeming so odd at first. They too hated paying
taxes. They laughed, cried, worried, worshipped and did
everything I did.
What also struck me, after a time, was that I was now one
of them. What changed in those hours, of course, was me; if
I've had any regrets at all, it's the one over spending so
much time in the middle of that stream before I finally
discovered the edges of it.
So to those people, and you perhaps, living out there on
the edge, I dedicate this story.
Introduction:
Like most people, Jeff has been swimming with the current
most of his life. He also believed that staying in the
middle of the stream was safe. He'd been there for a long
time till that assignment. An assignment only he could pull
off he was told.
An assignment that would immediately push him out of that
mainstream for a time. Out into those eddies and edges he'd
always avoided. When that assignment ended, he found
himself once again in that mainstream, only now he found
himself swimming against that current.
At best, soon after, only treading water for a time. All
the while remembering how much fun it had been among along
that edge. He had liked those times and wanted to go back.
He would need to talk with the Chief first. He had an idea,
and it began with that street name he'd been given:
Samantha!
Story: CHAPTER ONE
"Chief?" I said with a slight amount of hesitation,
knocking once on the open door. It was the door into the
office of the cops cop, before adding: "You wanted to see
me?"
"It's Sam right?" The Chief said motioning me in, and
added: "Come in, sit down. Be with you in a minute!" She
said cupping her phone.
Her calling me Sam was odd since I'd really never met her
in any way or capacity. I sat looking outside of the
Chief's office, as she screamed at whoever it was on the
other end. Two years on the force, and the first time I'd
been in there.
Two years, and the first time I'd ever said anything but a
good morning, if that, and had I, I was sure she hadn't
heard, and there I was in the Chief's office. Her screaming
didn't help that gut wrenching fear I had building since my
supervisor told me I was wanted upstairs.
She slammed the phone down, took a breath and suddenly
smiled: "Sorry about that! Had to set a powder puff of a
detective on the right track again. You're in personnel
right?"
"Yes ma'am!" I said.
"Ever consider becoming a patrolmen? I mean size is no
longer a requirement you know!" She said looking at me with
a questioning face, but holding the smile she put there
after the call.
I had thought about it, but size was an issue! Definitely
an issue, if you are going to go out to bust bad guys.
There is something about a guy four foot seven, that
doesn't sound like one, hollering, "Freeze!"
Yes, I'd thought about it.
I'd thought about, and did look into it. Actually I'd
gotten as far as the front desk, until the Sergeant sitting
there asked: "And what can I do for you today, young lady?"
Had that been the first time I'd heard that I would of had
a fit, but it wasn't. I said "Nothing" and left. I'd left
quickly, back to the administrative offices, hoping my
blush was gone by the time I reached my desk.
So yes, I had thought about it...
"No ma'am!" I said to the Chief lying a little, and almost
began to explain that answer, but decided she didn't need
it.
"We'll, I'm hoping, in the next few minutes or so, that I
can convince you otherwise. At least maybe think about it.
Fact is I need you!" The Chief said.
"Me?" I said almost in shock. She was telling me that she
needed me? That wasn't possible. Had to be some sort of
mistake. She wasn't serious? She couldn't be.
"Surprised?" She asked.
"Yes!" I said meaning it.
"Don't be, and you'll understand why in a minute. Before
that though let me say that in no uncertain terms is this
request a reflection on how I view you, or how the
department sees you. Is that clear?" She said standing.
"Yes ma'am!" I said.
"That goes either way as well with your answer. You say no
or yes, and that doesn't change things! Understood?" The
Chief said
"Yes ma'am!" I said
She stood, moved past me, and closed her door before
returning to her desk. She paused before sitting,
hesitating as she said: "I mean it! The problem is you are
nearly perfect for an undercover assignment that's about as
important to this unit as any I've ever assigned. No, make
that critical to this unit."
I could only nod and wonder. Those two key words
"undercover" and "critical" were working on me in those
seconds.
"Okay look, there is no easy way around this!" She said
opening a folder. She lifted a page. A picture... She
looked at it for a time before leaning to hand it to me.
I took it gingerly. I was looking at a little girl standing
next to a woman. They were in front of what might have been
a bar. I was guessing bar because the name, written in a
bright pink neon script read: "Swirls and Curl's" If it was
a bar it wasn't the kind of bar that showed boxing, live,
on a big screen.
"Ever hear of that place?" The Chief asked.
"No? Why?" I asked back.
"Why?" The Chief repeated but paused. She paused for a long
time, and I took another look at the picture. No clues why
she was having problems with this. I looked up when she
cleared her throat.
I was guessing, but then again, I'd had a lifetime of
people being uncomfortable around me. That clearing of a
throat. That confusion... that hint of ambiguity I posed
always had to be cleared away first. That question on their
face like all the rest?
That question of how to address me! Miss or Mr.? Sir or
ma'am? Hey, you a guy or a girl or what? Always asked in
some way and not always in words. A look, a long pause,
that clearing of the throat, and even when I answered,
sometimes unasked, it didn't make them comfortable.
I was guessing the Chief needed it cleared up a bit as
well. "Chief? Can I say something?"
"Please?" The Chief said clearly relieved of the discomfort
at being silent.
"I've been this way all of my life. I've lived with it day
to day. I can handle it, whatever that 'it' is. That 'it'
that just got caught in your throat a moment ago." I said
hoping it was enough to get her past whatever it was
hanging her up.
"Thank you for that! You're right of course. It's just that
this assignment, or even me asking, is going to make you
uncomfortable, and I don't want that to be the case. I
honestly do need you...
"...Unfortunately it's for all the wrong reasons. All the
right reasons as well if that makes sense, and frankly that
is what's bugging me. So thank you for that!" She said
"You're welcome." I said.
"Okay, here it is! That club your looking at is down town,
near fifth and Berger. It's owned by a self proclaimed
queen... as in drag queen... She calls herself the Queen of
Tarts.
"Those tarts she's referring to, and has a passion for, are
adult little girls. You are looking at her on the left
there, that other, one of those adult little girls." She
said and paused again. That pause hinting I should now say
something.
I took that moment to look at the picture again. She was a
big woman, that woman standing there. Although I corrected
myself on that, given she was a drag queen. Didn't look it
though, and then did after a moment. I would have guessed
wrong were I to guess. That adult little girl didn't look
adult at all.
The Chief started to clear her throat again but stopped and
said: "I need you to go undercover and do so in that bar!"
I knew it was coming or something like this. The fact that
I was there, and looking at a pink building with Swirls and
Curls as the name, suggested something like this. It wasn't
as big a surprise as I think the Chief thought it might be.
It shook me though so I held back that "I see." I might
have given, and simply nodded again. I still wasn't clear
on why she was being so hesitant.
"Okay then, here's the rest of it. MCU, our Major Crimes
Unit, has been watching Don G's operation for about two
years now. We've found a small crack in his organization.
An in to the inside that we think we can exploit, and
ultimately use. A chink in his armor to get a foot into his
organization.
"It's Don G's bookkeeper. We've been watching him and we
think we can turn him. To do that we need someone close to
him. Close enough so we can start gathering that
intelligence we hope will ultimately get him to turn.
That's where you come in! We need you in that bar and to
get next to him!" The Chief said.
"As someone that's most likely going to fit in?" I said
noting the obvious. A small man, or as most normal men
believe, is most likely gay. Although I wasn't sure that
was the reason, because I was still a little confused over
the picture.
Then slowly it started to become clearer. I was looking at
two people. One I knew about. The other I didn't or rather
hadn't. I looked closer. Had to be a girl? Suddenly, like a
light going off, I knew it wasn't.
"That Adult Little Girl isn't a girl is she?" I asked and
added: "That's the bookkeeper?"
"That's the bookkeeper!" The Chief said clearly relieved
that she hadn't needed to go all the way there.
My reason for being there was also now very clear, but left
me wondering how the Chief saw me, and I had to know as I
said: "Chief! You don't think that I..."
I didn't get the rest of it out as she held her hand up and
said: "The answer is it's none of my business and the other
answer is 'no'. I also wouldn't care if it was a 'yes'.
Look, I grew up not too unlike you if that's not too
surprising and helps.
"I'm a girl, female, woman, and too tough for most guys.
I've been working my way into a command position for years.
Most of it after a whole lot of ugly to get here. I'm
standing over a whole lot of men whose profile, just to do
this kind of work, doesn't leave much room for females or
anything feminine. The fact that you too are working here
says a lot more about you than I have a right to pry into.
"That's a fact! So I'll simply add that I admire you for
that, and the rest doesn't really matter. What does matter,
and I hope you'll see this, is getting to him, and
ultimately to his boss. I want that boss, but first I want
that guy and you're the only one that can do it.
"This is an assignment, pure and simple! You've got some
traits, like it or not, that just happens to make you less
at risk than anyone else I might get to put in there. For
that reason and those I've noted, I picked you. I picked
you because I need you!"
I sat there sharing my attention between that picture and
the Chief. I'd decided to say yes but there were still
reservations... Lots, not the least of which, over what
that bookkeeper was wearing. I'd spent a lifetime not being
a sissy, and that 'yes' of mine would put me right smack
dab in the middle of that word.
"I'm willing to do this, but honestly Chief, I don't have a
clue on how to go about it?" I said at last.
"That's not a problem. As far as we've been able to
determine, guys step into this from all directions, and
none know much about it till they start doing it. However,
I've already locked you into that part of it. We busted a
woman about three years ago, who, among other skills, is or
rather was a professional dom.
"That's a dominatrix if you're not familiar with the term,
and I went to bat for her back then because she was
innocent. She was falsely accused by a phobic cop at the
time. Anyway, she's owed me for that, and I've just called
in a favor. She's agreed to help and act as your partner or
guide in this. We're estimating about three months but
that's pure guess work.
"We have no idea how these people mingle, socialize, or
even if they do so outside of that club. That, I'm hoping,
will be your first task after you're in. We need
information on him, and that's your second assignment after
getting in. How all of this comes together is going to have
to be winged. You still up for it?" The Chief asked.
"NO! Not in the least! But I'm willing to give it a try!" I
said smiling.
"Thank you!" The Chief said clearly relieved as she added:
"I'll make the call to that gal. Her name is Rose. She's
waiting to hear from me. If this was a go she'll take if
from there. I'll be your only contact for now. The fewer
that know the better. I'll also take care of your leave of
absence. Questions?"
I looked at the picture and laughed. The thought stuck me,
and it was funny in an odd sort of way.
"What?" The Chief asked smiling.
"Do I get a clothing allowance?" I said.
CHAPTER TWO
Rose called me that afternoon. I'd left work abruptly as
planned, and the Chief covered that part of it. All my boss
knew was that I was going under deep cover and would return
when I returned. The rumors would be good for my reputation
when I returned the Chief promised. So would the citation
at the end of this.
I had till Saturday morning to set up everything I'd need
so I wouldn't have to return to my apartment till this was
over. She gave me a list over the phone, which included the
obvious and not so obvious. Food that spoils, mail, my
landlady and friends. Most of all my friends.
I wrote to those I couldn't get a hold of telling them I
was heading for a three month leave in Europe. Sudden.
Fortunate. First to gather up what was left to me from an
uncle that passed away. An uncle I didn't know over there,
then some time to spend it.
I was standing out front of my place at eight o'clock that
Saturday morning.
"Hair appointment first!" Rose said after she introduced
herself. My cover was going to be that I was new, and
worked for her in her boutique. She sold adult toys,
clothes and touches of the odd not found in most department
stores. She did this with her sister and that would give me
my base.
She was known, and her tastes were known, so the fit, as
she noted, was perfect. I would also start learning how to
do retail working in her store. That would help my cover so
should that time come that I might be checked; whoever was
doing the checking would find the obvious.
I was stepping into a world that hid in plain sight, she
noted, as we pulled into a mall's parking lot. When I asked
what that meant she smiled and said: "You'll see."
CHAPTER THREE
"Hair, nails and face!" Rose said to the woman that stood
behind the counter of the beauty salon. There were looks
from her and a few others, and I'd been warned about them.
I said I knew those looks. Rose also promised those would
end. She also promised I'd get "new" looks with my "new"
look.
I was pretty already, she said, and ambiguous enough, she
noted, to not get made, but I had some rough edges she
needed to smooth. She closed down my objections the instant
I began making them. Words like pretty, cute, adorable and
the rest were no longer going to bother me she said,
because I was going to hear them a lot.
They lightly layered my hair after changing it from brown
to an ash blond. I sported bangs and a sort of pixie cut
when it ended. My face, that masculine such as it was, went
faster than my hair, and the lady was forever surprised
that I didn't know about makeup.
I quit arguing with her as she blended, colored and
highlighted. Another did my nails that grew, from a silk
warp, nearly a quarter of an inch. Soft rounded points
before they were colored a light pink. Each item of makeup
they used went into a pink clear purse with Hello Kitty
smiling back.
Rose had left for a time and returned with that bag in
hand. She spent some of her time changing the stuff in my
wallet for the pink one that had Disney's princesses on it.
It too was pink. Pink, she said, was for little girls and
sissies. I had to decide, she said, on which of the two I
was or wanted to be.
When I asked what that meant she said it was how the life
styles worked. Sissy boys or boys that saw themselves as
little girls had a different mindset. Not much but the
difference between them noticeable. She would help me build
a profile around the one I chose.
I didn't like the concept of being sissy, but that was
because I'd been teased as one. I didn't like the concept
of being a little girl either, but it rested easier with
me. "Little girl!" I said as she finished with my purse.
"Little girl it is then! That was my choice as well!" She
added with a smile.
"Now what?" I asked as the one fixing my nails finished.
"Your dress?" Rose said.
I was looking at my hands. My fingers. My nails. My face as
well. There would be no questions asked from anyone with
that look, I thought. It was Miss, Ms or ma'am. It would
even be sweetheart, honey or precious, Rose noted, when I
told her what I was thinking.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, precious, that's why!" Rose said taking my hand.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm not sure I can do this?" I said as we left the beauty
boutique. She was taking me to a shop down the mall, and
the mall was busy. She was taking me to a dress shop and I
wasn't ready for that yet. I wasn't sure I would ever be. I
didn't like that little purse either.
She assured me that one day, and not too long from now, I'd
be use to this sort of thing. I assured her I would never
be. She laughed hard enough that people close by looked.
Those looking quickly turned away when she said: "And if I
catch you in your sister's clothes again you'll go to
school like this!"
"Why'd you do that?" I asked feeling my face flush crimson
at the humiliation she'd just put me under.
"Wanted you to get the emotions of this. I want you to
consider those feelings your having. Someone may ask you if
you've ever gone out and been made. You can answer yes...
Honestly." Rose said and added: "It's often part of the
thrill over doing this."
"Thrilling? That wasn't very thrilling!" I said hoping
those that had heard were gone or going.
"That's okay!" Rose added.
"Any more surprises?" I asked with a touch of anger and
that flush on my face still there.
"A few!" Rose said leaving me regretting that I'd asked as
she added: "In here!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The sign read: "Her Majesty's Place! Clothing fit for a
princess!"
"Great!" I said taking a half step before trying to stop.
"Perfect!" She added tugging on my arm.
"May I help you?" The woman asked smiling at us as we
entered.
"Yes, I believe you can! My young man here has decided to
become a girl, and before she can have her operation she
has to live as one for a time. For now she's going to need
a few things. More later. So, for now five dresses to play
in, something very pretty for Saturday, and something
perfect to wear to church. She'll also need her little
panties, slips and a couple of nighties." Rose said.
I stiffened at that. I was hoping the women walking towards
us wouldn't guess. That was dashed in an instant as Rose
talked. The woman's smile vanished in that same instant,
and a "good heavens" came out before she could catch it.
Her smile returned but curled oddly at the edges as she
added: "I see."
I was almost faint when the woman said: "Why don't we start
with his... I mean her panties then!"
I was looking at a package of seven that had the days on
them. Small roles of pastels in a box, with each day on
them. Saturday was pink.
"Those also!" Rose said picking up a set of Disney's
Princess panties as she added: "Oh these to! Look honey!
Cinderella, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty! These are a
must have."
The woman nodded taking each from Rose leaving another
package, with the PowerPuff Girls on them. Those Rose held
on to. She led us to the slips as I was handed the package
of PowerPuff Girl panties. Rose was clearly doing this on
purpose, but I couldn't understand why.
When the moment came for the opportunity to ask she simply
said: "You are not acting like a girl yet. Until you begin
doing so, I'm afraid you'll have to be treated like a sissy
boy. It's sort of a rule."
"I don't know how?" I said feeling my face flush over those
panties and the slips facing us.
"I know! You'll pick it up. Hopefully soon. First, relax
your shoulders a bit, soften your face some and stop acting
like a man." Rose said as the women returned with a
measuring tape. How I was suppose to do all of that wasn't
clear, but I did try and relax my shoulders.
"You're a ten honey!" The woman said reading the
measurement. "Have you thought about a bra?" She asked.
"Constantly!" Rose said and added with a snicker: "His
cousin's of course. However, since he's in training it's
obviously going to be a training bra. We'll do two white,
and a pink one!"
"The size ten slips are to the left. I'll go and get his...
her bras." The woman said in that same stutter again
between that his and her.
Rose moved over to the slips but I hesitated. There was a
sea of shimmering white. You couldn't tell where the bottom
of one slip ended and the next began.
"What's your dress size?" Rose asked.
"Dress size?" I asked back
"What is your dress size?" Rose asked.
"I'm not sure?" I said.
"Panties? What size panties do you wear?" Rose asked and
quickly said as I started to life the box up: "No, don't
look, just tell me?"
"I don't think she said?" I said.
"You see? You're still a guy! You're still back where guys
are? That makes you still a sissy." Rose said.
"Why?" I asked frustrated over that word.
"Color? What's your favorite color for panties?" Rose
asked.
"I don't have one?" I said.
"My little sissy doesn't even know what his favorite color
panty is?" Rose said.
"I'm not getting any of this?" I said.
"I know! I know your not, and that's got to change until
you begin to. These are all basic sorts of questions that
you'd know if your mind is into this." Rose said.
"I didn't exactly grow up with these things!" I said.
"All the more reason for you to start paying attention! You
should also be thrilled shopping in here. A little girl or
sissy would be all over this place! You're standing there
feeling like a condemned man in front of a firing squad."
Rose said.
"Okay! Okay. So give me a little slack here! I've been
doing this for what? Two hours?" I said.
"Doesn't matter. You've been taught some things already,
but you are not paying any attention to any of it. Now take
out your lipstick out and freshen up your lips." Rose said.
"What?" I asked.
CHAPTER SIX
"Lipstick. Take your lipstick out and put some more on your
lips." Rose said.
"Here?" I asked.
"Here, there, everywhere! Good heavens! I'm letting you
wear lipstick. You're thrilled. I should really be making
you put it back in your bag. Which of those in there is
your mascara?" Rose asked.
"Not a clue!" I said.
"I know, so tonight you'll also memorize each and everyone
of those things in your little purse! Do you know who that
is on the front of your purse?" Rose asked.
"No?" I said.
"That's Hello Kitty! She's like Minnie Mouse here, but in
Japan. Although she's becoming very popular over here.
Those panties are the PowerPuff Girls. They too are popular
among little girls. Oh, and what do I call you as a girl?"
Rose asked.
"A name? I haven't thought of a name?" I said.
"Prissy Sissy? I kind of like that." Rose said.
"I don't!" I said.
"So what would you like to be called?" Rose asked as she
lifted a flowing slip from the rack and moved it towards
me. I took a step back as if it was a shovel full of hot
coals. I didn't move after that.
"Come on Prissy Sissy, take it! Take it and go stand in
front of the mirror!" Rose said.
"I don't like that name!" I said.
"Don't know what else to call you, and why are you
hesitating. That's a very pretty little slip. Feel it?
Prissy!" Rose said.
I was being picked on! She was making me angry, and I hated
that name as I said: "Samantha!"
"What?" Rose asked.
"Samantha! Call me Samantha? Okay?" I said in frustration.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Samantha? I like that? Yes, that works. Fine, you are now
Samantha. Now Samantha why don't you go stand in front of
that mirror and admire your pretty new slip." Rose said.
I took the slip and moved to the mirror between the racks.
I would have said it was pretty if I was standing where she
was. Standing and watching someone else, but not this way.
"Like it?" Rose asked.
"No!" I said.
"Okay Prissy Sissy, then lets find you another one!" Rose
said.
"I picked a name!" I said.
"But you are still acting like a damn guy!" Rose said now
sounding as frustrated as I had. She was standing there
with the panties I'd exchanged with her for the slip.
"Look, you are going to step into a world where those guys,
most, actually believe they are girls.
"These guys in particular also believe they are little
girls!
"Okay, try this? What if you were an actor and had to play
the part of a little girl? How would you play that part?"
Rose added.
"I don't know? I suppose I'd learn about what little girls
do?" I said.
"Exactly! But how would you do that?" Rose asked.
"Study them, the things they did, the things that they play
with, wear... Oh!" I said suddenly catching on.
"You seeing it?" Rose asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Great! Now then, do you like your slip or not?" Rose
asked.
I fought with myself and nodded a yes.
"What?" Rose asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Why?" Rose asked.
"Because. Okay, because it's pretty." I said.
"Why?" Rose asked.
I looked at the slip in the mirror. It was pretty, but it
was a girl's slip.
"Because of the frilly stuff?" I said.
"What frilly stuff?" Rose asked.
"This stuff!" I said pointing with my free hand to the
ruffles on the slip's edge.
"Ruffles?" Rose asked.
"Okay, ruffles. Yes the ruffles!" I said.
"You like the ruffles. What about the lace around the
bodice?" Rose asked.
"What's a bodice?" I asked.
"Top part!" Rose said.
"Yes, that's pretty too." I said.
"Good! That's good. Anyway, I like that one as well, so go
on in there and try it on." Rose said.
"What?" I asked in a panic.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Go try your slip and little panties on! We've got dresses
to try, and they are all going to need a slip under them so
go in and get into your slip! Samantha!" Rose said and then
added as she handed me the box of panties: "Oh, and while
you are in there take one of these pair of panties and put
them on as well."
"Listen, can't we just get these things and try them on at
your place?" I asked taking the box of panties.
"We will. You've got a lot to learn in the next few days so
yes, we will. However, you've got to wear something out of
here, so you'll need to dress first." Rose said.
"Out? Outside?" I said in surprise.
"Of course!" Rose said as if it was as normal as me in
those jeans.
"But you didn't say anything about going out. I mean I
don't have to wear these things till we go to that club?
Right?" I asked.
"Wrong!" Rose said. "An actor remember? You're an actor
learning a role. How can you possible learn that role
without actually practicing the part?" Rose asked.
"That woman... That woman might see... I mean you know?" I
said still panicked.
"That woman is settling in on the fact that she's got a
young man who is becoming a girl. She's making a sale so
that too is her focus. If you play your cards right and try
hard enough she'll be the last one to really care that you
still have guy parts." Rose said.
"But I don't know how to act like a girl!" I said imagining
that short trip through the mall to the car. It was
suddenly miles long.
"You will. These things will help. I'll give you some hints
before we step outside. Trust me honey, no one is going to
know even if you walked like a gorilla." Rose said.
"What am I doing here?" I said to myself in a whisper she
heard, in a wave of seconds thoughts and regrets.
"You are about to go undercover. With my help, and if you
pay attention, you'll be absolutely convincing. Focus on
that." Rose said.
"Easier said than done!" I said.
"That will change, as you do!" Rose said smiling as she
guided me to the changing room.
I was surrounded by three large mirrors with a bench and
brass hooks for my clothes. I hung the slip on one of them
and looked down at the box of panties.
"What's your shoe size?" Rose asked from the other side of
the louvered doors.
"Seven and a half or eight!" I said realizing why she was
asking, just as I opened the box of panties.
"Nine and a half, or ten!" Rose said.
"What?" I asked lifting the lid of the box.
"Your shoe size in a girl's size is approximately two sizes
larger than your male size. So your shoe size in a girl's
shoe is either a nine and a half or ten." Rose said.
"Oh!" I said.
"What's your shoe size Samantha?" Rose asked.
I hesitated but answered a moment later: "A nine and a half
or ten."
"Very good! How about your dress size?" Rose asked.
"A ten! Same as my slip size right?" I said.
"Excellent! If you keep this up I may let you stop for an
ice-cream after this!" Rose said.
"No thanks!" I said feeling the panic rise again.
CHAPTER NINE
She didn't answer. I was looking at the panties. What color
does a little girl like? There was three pair with three
different figures on them. The package read Underoos and
PowerPuff Girls. It also read 100% nylon.
Okay, there was blue, yellow and pink. Blue for boys,
yellow for both, and pink definitely a girl's color. I
removed the pink and cringed as they unrolled. I didn't
ignore how they felt as I sat them on top of the package I
put on the bench.
The rest was like a condemned man dressing for the first
time in jail garb, as I began taking my clothes off. I
laughed at that. I would not want to dress in these things
in a jail.
"Here!" Rose said as she opened the door.
"What?" I asked as she handed me a box of shoes.
"Try those first! See if they fit." She said as she stood
there. I had my back to the bench and sat as she asked:
"Without looking, what are on your panties?"
"PowerPuff girls?" I said.
"Excellent and which pair are you wearing?" Rose asked.
I hesitated flushing at the color I'd chosen. "Pink!" I
said.
"Why?" She asked.
"It's a girl's color!" I answered.
"Wonderful! Now go ahead and try those shoes on. I'm going
to pick up a couple more pair." Rose said.
They were black strapped shoes like a little girl wore only
these shined like they were wet. I slipped the left on and
stood. I was wearing white socks with the tennis shoe on
the other foot. The contrast was striking and embarrassing.
"Fit?" Rose asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Good, keep those, put your tennis shoes and old socks in
the box, and put these on with them!" Rose said handing me
a pair of lace socks. There was a tiny pink bow on the
side. She closed the door and I was alone again.
Finding the front of the panties was guesswork but I
figured the image of the large eyed girl went to the front.
That hint made it clear that the openings for the legs did
as well as I stepped into them.
100% nylon the package had read. It became clear what that
really meant as I pulled them in place. I hurried into the
slip fearing Rose would come in and see me in those panties
which wouldn't be nearly as bad as seeing my reaction to
being in those panties.
The slip had a tiny bow at the front, or I guessed, because
of it, that would be on the front. That bodice or top in
nylon, trimmed in a small lace around the edges before
connecting to the slips themselves.
Petticoats? I wondered if that was what they were, and I
counted three layers. The top a sort of satin only a tiny
bit stiffer and decidedly noisy. The middle some kind of
netting and the bottom layer almost as silky as the
panties.
"Here!" Rose said opening the door again.
"What I said turning so my back was to her. It was a futile
attempt given I was standing in the middle three large
mirrors.
"Your bra!" Rose said.
CHAPTER TEN
"Do I need that?" I asked fearing I had to take the slip
off to wear it.
"Of course! Actually no, but for a little girl it's like
getting to wear lipstick or mommy's nylons. Sort of a hint
that she's going to be a big girl some day. Little girls
like those things." Rose said.
"Now?" I asked hoping she'd get the hint.
"Now!" She said. She'd gotten my hint but ignored it.
The slip came back off, and with it, any hope of hiding
behind it. I grew crimson at the sight of those panties.
Rose smiled.
"What?" I said in defense.
"Nothing!" Rose said.
"It can't be helped! Okay?" I said feeling my face heat up.
"I know that! Honey, I've been doing this for a long time.
I know things, and I'll tell you right now, that all it
really means is you are perfectly normal." Rose said.
"It doesn't mean I like them!" I said.
"Yes it does, but it's okay to deny it for a while!" Rose
said as she slipped the bra around my chest and added:
"I'll show you how to put this on by yourself later."
She left, and my relief was compounded by the feel and look
of that bra. It was white with another little pink bow in
the front. I didn't need to fill it because it had soft
padding that made me pouf out a little in front. I hurried
to put the slip back on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ready?" Rose said from the other side a few minutes later.
"No!" I said standing there in the slip, panties and bra.
You couldn't see the panties but you could see the bra and
those bumps. I was also in the shoes with the straps
closed. They sat below the bellowing layers I tried not
touching. The lace socks folded neatly over for the lace,
and twisted on correctly so the little bows were at the
sides.
"Good, because I want you to try on your first dress." Rose
said.
"Okay!" I said waiting for her to hand it in.
"We need to pick it out first!" Rose said.
"Out there?" I said in that panic again.
"That's where they keep them!" Rose said.
I took another few seconds standing there. A moment to
catch my breath, and I opened the door.
"Lovely! That's very pretty on you!" Rose said and added:
"I love those shoes! Like them?"
"Oh yes, they are so cute!" I said sarcastically.
"Thought you might!" Rose said ignoring my tone and adding
as she handed me a bag: "Here, fold your things up and put
them in here."
I began to, as she asked: "Would you do me a favor and
answer one question honestly?"
"If I can?" I said.
"Does if feel just a tiny bit nice?" Rose asked.
I paused in my thoughts. Those thoughts I'd been having and
the honest answer was yes. Giving that answer wasn't as
easy though. A yes would be an admission of sorts. Even a
maybe had it's own risk. I smiled a little.
That was part of my answer I suppose, and was just about to
say yes when she said: "That's good enough for me. Thank
you! I thought I'd lost my touch!"
"What touch?" I said.
"Turning boys into girls!" Rose answered.
"I'm not a girl!" I said losing the smile I had.
"But you could be!" Rose said pinching my cheek.
"Not likely!" I said smiling at the gesture and her
statement. It was meant to tease and I took it like that.
"We'll see! Now leave those things and let's go find you
your first little dress... Samantha!" Rose said.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Yes mother!" I said sarcastically but not in my tone so
much. I had meant it to be witty, humorous, to lighten my
mood mostly. Only she turned suddenly, and looked at me.
Her smile broader than it had been since we met.
It was sudden and totally unexpected as she hugged me. A
long hug and warm. Loving almost and a second later I was
hugging her back. She eased her arms free and took my face
in her hands and said: "Thank you!"
"You're welcome?" I answered, slightly confused, as she
dropped her hands but taking my left into her right before
leading me back into the shop. I had a question over what
just happened, but lost the opportunity to ask as we
stepped back among the clothes.
"Lovely! How pretty you'll be as a girl!" The woman said
standing there alone till she saw us. An odd remark till I
realized she was being nice over the fact I was changing.
Or at least she thought I was.
"Thank you." I said softly and honestly. I wasn't, clearly,
but she thought I was, and that small bit of kindness
deserved a response in kind.
Rose listened to the exchange. She was also savoring my
remark. She knew it had been sarcastic, but she also knew
there was a breach that came with it. She'd already
decided, after meeting me, that she would have done this
for free.
Now, she decided, she was going to do everything possible
to keep me close to her. It had only been three hours she
mused. What would three days do? Three months? As far as
she was concerned I wasn't going back. Thankfully she kept
that to herself.
I looked at the other people in the store. None were male.
None male! I thought that wishing I wasn't there. Girls and
mothers. Another was in front of a mirror in her own slip.
I turned away feeling faint.
We settled on a light pink with smocking for my first
dress. A classic little girl's design with puffed sleeves,
Peter Pan collar and a skirt suitable for petticoats. It
fell just an inch or two past those slips, which fell a few
inches above the knee.
It really was a cute dress I thought. Not thinking much on
why I thought that. Getting into this part was covered by
the work I was going to be doing so, in a way, I could get
into it safely. It helped thinking that.
I'd decided I needed to anyway, and some moments after that
first dress also decided it was fun in an odd sort of way.
The fact was I looked a lot like a girl, but I'd known
that. Only more so now that I was dressing like one. The
other fact was it really was fun.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There were five dresses at the end of my first trials.
Dresses I was told I could wear for day or rather I could
wear for play. Girl play she noted. There were two more
after that. Two I wouldn't wear, as a guy, even for
Halloween. You wear that type of dress and you get labeled.
A third was far different and from a company that was
called Daisy's Kingdom. A fancy dress, with it's own slip
attached. A dress that looked like those pictures of girls
you'd see in a parlor standing next to their moms for a
picture. Or at tea and done properly.
Eight dresses and She'd said seven at first. I mentioned
that, and the budget she'd hinted over in the beginning. It
surprised me some when she said that the last one we got
she was paying for. Surprised me a lot, and pleased me in
an odd sort of way. An uncomfortably odd sort of way. I
wondered if that's what she saw me as?
I wondered over why it mattered as much as it did. I
wondered over the reason I was even wondering. I wanted to
ask if every guy or at least the ones she knew liked this.
That was the guilt working. Of course I had thought of
doing this sort of thing.
I hadn't, unless you count Halloween, and I stopped after
that one time, because everyone thought I was a girl
without a costume. That was unnerving then, but I
remembered it as clearly as if it had been the day before.
Did dreams count? I also wondered.
She returned with a rental cart pulled from the mall. We
were going to need it just for the three fancier dresses.
I'd almost fainted over that chiffon and satin one. That
came when my hands fell over the skirts. Again when I moved
them. I'd hated to take that one off. I hated wearing it. I
didn't wonder over that first because I didn't want to.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I had seven pair of day socks with only a hint of lace. Two
pair of shoes now, with the other in a white patent but
like the first. Mary Jane shoes she'd said. I knew that,
but said "Oh" anyway. There were two slips for the day wear
she called those basic dresses. One more full slip for the
fancy dress and a long chiffon one for that Daisy Kingdom
dress.
Those day wear dresses were in pastels and each smocked in
some way. She told me what smocking was when I'd asked how
they got the designs like that. Needled point by hand in
the old days, now done by a machine. Bunnies on one, tulips
on another, pastels lines across the white one and so on.
I also knew what a gore was, or thought I did, because
that's what made the dresses fit over those slips. I was
learning things in spite of myself and had even added a
touch more lipstick while she paid for everything. That, at
her request, but I liked the taste of it.
She'd hinted that I do it for the fun of it. How she
figured that was fun was anybody's guess but she said so.
The hug from the sales woman near the end was as warm as
Roses had been. Just as surprising as well for a moment.
I was making the right choice, she'd said, tainting a bit
the thoughts of why she'd hugged me. It was unnerving to
have a woman imagine I was going to become one. More so
since I looked every bit the part of that little girl I was
dressed as.
"Ready?" Rose asked as she finished filling the cart. My
panties, or the ones I hadn't worn yet in a bag at the top.
Another few hair bows as well not counting the one she
clipped in my hair.
"I guess!" I said not saying no this time.
"Okay, keep your elbows close to your sides without forcing
them. That will help keep you from swinging your arms. That
swing, or the lack of it, will make you automatically
shorten your steps. Don't try and walk any different than
you do. Enjoy yourself!
"Oh, and when you sit, gather your dress and slips using
both hands. Gather them so you don't put a crease in the
skirt. Just take the sides and pull them out a little and
then close to the back of your legs. When you are sitting
keep your knees together. The rest we'll work on as we go.
Okay?" Rose said.
"Okay!" I said trying to remember everything. She smiled,
only it seemed a bit more wicked than warm.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"And we're off!" Rose said pushing the cart ahead of her,
towards the door. The din of a busy mall rose as we stepped
into the foot traffic.
"Too many people!" I said in a desperate sort of voice.
"The more the merrier Samantha!" Rose added, as she turned
right.
"Now where?" I asked in a self conscious voice as we
walked. I was hoping for the car as her answer.
"Toy store!" She said and then added: "And a wig or wigs,
but I'm hungry, and I'm guessing so are you so let's get
something to eat first."
"Here?" I said slightly panicked.
"Here!" She said ignoring my tone.
It was an inner mall within the mall with a dozen small
fast food outlets covering the favorites in fast food. I
chose Chinese, and she a salad from a salad bar next door.
We took turns watching the cart because she made me order
my own and without her standing beside me. I used a five
dollar bill she put into my purse.
I'd get over my terror, she'd said, as I grew more
confident and that would come from moments like this. I
was, she noted, hiding in plain sight and learning how to
by doing this. I wasn't sure that all of what she said was
true or not and it didn't help relieve my fear.
Although she was right about not being noticed other than
for what I wore. Girls she said would look at what I wore.
Boys would look because they are boys. Mother's would look
because they were girls once and now mothers. Men would
look for all sorts of reasons. None of them would be
looking, because they thought I was a boy dressed as a
girl.
One girl did say hello as she passed with a tray of food.
I'd turned and stopped as she passed. It was a casual "Hi"
and she was gone. Her mother though, also smiled and said:
"Now why can't you wear a dress once in a while? Would it
kill you?"
I had to smile at that as I joined Rose at our table.
"What?" Rose asked.
"Nothing!" I said setting my food down to empty my tray.
"Come on give!" Rose asked.
"Woman was teasing her daughter about wearing dresses when
they passed me." I said and added: "Though it was funny her
using me as an example!"
"Mothers are like that. As for using you as an example? You
are! You're not going to like me saying this but you're a
natural. Like it or not you're very pretty as a girl." Rose
said.
"I don't think I like it!" I said.
"Ah, but you are thinking about it. That's good!" Rose said
picking up on what I said.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Hey!" Chief Sanders said scaring me enough to drop my
fork. I had just sat remembering to pull my skirts out and
forward. An act that was as alien as the coldness of the
plastic chair on the back of my legs.
"Hi Julie!" Rose said as Chief Sanders pulled a chair out.
She was in a two piece suit and while a bit more formal
than most of the women around us, she didn't stand out as
anything but the rest of them. She was looking at me
intensely. It was making me nervous.
"I called her." Rose said when I looked at her and added:
"I'd promised to when the time was right. She wanted to see
our progress."
"Sorry about that!" The Chief said, and shook her head as
she added: "Good heavens you truly are striking! Had I not
known Rose, I'd of passed right by you!"
Those illusions that had been forming, and that safety net
that came from passing fell away at my exposure to the
Chief. Somehow her seeing me like this made me very self
conscious of how I looked. I wasn't sure I wanted the Chief
to see me like this. Which was all sort of academic since
she was.
"Look, we're going to be meeting like this at least once a
week. More perhaps if things work out the way I hope, and
I've no doubt of that now. I'm also damn glad you are doing
this. So relax, and let me enjoy what I've done to you!"
The Chief said laughing lightly.
"Thanks!" I said picking my fork back up.
"You're welcome... What are we calling you?" The Chief
asked.
"Samantha!" I said before Rose could. I also decided to dig
a little on my own as I added: "Sanders. Samantha Sanders.
I'm named after my aunt. She is the Chief of Police here!"
The surprise on her face was clear and I snickered. She
laughed, Rose laughed and I joined in. The moment passed,
and so did that tenseness I'd felt. The Chief nodding over
that small joke.
"What's our plan Rose?" The Chief asked.
"We're shopping for most of the day. Home after that. Some
intense lessons and another day out tomorrow. On Monday she
starts..." Rose said till I interrupted.
"He!" I said.
Rose looked at me, smiled and started again: "SHE starts on
Monday working in the shop. She'll get to know some of the
people she's going to likely see this coming Saturday. If
your bookkeeper is there we'll find a way to him. I'm
guessing he will be. After that more of the same till we
are part of the scene."
"Excellent! So who else besides you knows about her?" The
Chief said. I didn't speak up then.
"Just my sister as far as this assignment. The rest, those
working at the store, and who I'm close to, think I've
found me another toy. A few know they are going to meet him
Monday. The world will get to know him 'and her' from
there." Rose said.
"Great! Well okay then. You've got my cell, work and home
numbers. I'll touch bases with you on Friday of next week
around noon. I've got an officer who is already part of the
gay scene and she's promised to be there with a queen she
knows. She won't make contact but she's going to need to
identify you in some way."
"Okay, she's going to be in a white chiffon party dress
wearing white patent strap shoes. She'll have a white
patent purse. She's going to be carrying a Betsi Wetsi doll
and doll case as well. She'll also be wearing a blond wig
with sausage curls.
"We're getting that wig right after lunch. Tell your gal
she'll also have Hello Kitty barrettes on either side of
her hair. I'm going to be in a pink two piece suit with a
short straight skirt and black heels. I'll have a pastel
pink diaper bag with me." Rose said.
I heard the words and my stomach churned a little at the
description Rose gave to the Chief. That doll was some of
it, the wig a bit more, but that diaper bag most of all.
Why she would need that left me puzzled.
The Chief had opened her day timer and was jotting down the
things Rose said. Her smiled growing as she did so, and I
wasn't sure if she was even aware of it. That too was
unnerving.
"Got it!" The Chief said as she finished writing before
clipping her day timer closed. She took another moment to
look at me, patted my forearm and said: "That's it then!"
Rose took her hand, and I did after that, wishing my nails
were not as pink or as feminine as they were. Almost
smiling over that given how I looked.
"Amazing!" The Chief said in a quiet sort of way as she
stood. She walked off a bit, turned while she continued,
and waved. I waved back with Rose.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Well, that was interesting!" I said.
"More than you know!" Rose said back.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked.
"She's very worried about you!" Rose said, paused and
added: "Worried about the risk mostly!"
"Really?" I said feeling somewhat flattered, as well as a
bit more scared.
"Really, and I am as well!" Rose said.
"You? Why?" I asked.
"If something were to happen that put you in harms way I'd
never forgive myself." Rose said. She paused again before
adding with a touch more lightheartedness: "That's why I'm
going to hound you into being nearly perfect."
"You mean you can be worse than you have been?" I asked
picking up the mood with another fork full of fried rice.
"Honey, you haven't seen anything yet. Now finish your
lunch, we've got places to go and people to see you." She
said.
"People to see?" I said correcting her.
"What?" She asked.
"You said 'places to go and people to see me.'" I said.
"That's right! People to see you!" She said making it clear
she hadn't said it wrong. She snickered a little suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"Ever have a doll?" She asked.
"NO!" I said defensively.
"Great!" She said as she started busing the table we were
at. She turned away to dump the tray, and between her and
I, sat a half dozen tables as she said: "Come on and lets
go get you a doll. You've been such a good girl today."
People looked up, at her, then at me and most smiled. I
flushed crimson again feeling my face warming.
"Why did you do that?" I whispered to her when she
returned.
"Practice!" Rose said and then added: "Besides, you have
been."
"Have been what?" I asked.
"A very good little girl!" She said.
I sighed a little. I'd thought being called a sissy was bad
until now.
"Ready?" She asked putting her purse in our cart.
"Sure!" I said, adding in another whisper "A new doll! What
more could a guy ask for?"
"Let's take these things to the car first!" She said
pushing the load to the mall's walkway. I followed. Elbows
at my side, casual and hoping it didn't look as awkward as
it felt.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Your dolls?" Rose asked of the girl at the counter as she
looked up.
"Isle seven!" The girl said smiling.
"That smile was for you!" Rose said.
"Don't remind me!" I said walking down the isle.
"Now stop! You've been great up to now. In fact, I'm going
to get you a cuddly as well and you get to pick it out!"
Roses said.
"Oh how wonderful! Now what the heck is a cuddly?" I asked.
"One more little remark with that tone young lady, and you
go back to being called Sissy. Understood!" Rose said
stopping in the middle of the isle. A woman with a toddler
was coming towards us.
"Yes ma'am!" I said quickly.
"Better! And a cuddly is something soft and cuddly that you
sleep with." Rose said and then as the woman passed smiling
Rose said: "Ah, here she is honey! Betsi Wetsi!"
I watched as Rose pulled the doll off the shelf, taking it
when she handed it to me. It was a baby doll, girl
obviously and the box read: "She drinks and wets!" Oh joy I
thought to myself not daring to say it in front of Rose.
Rose was looking at other packages for Betsi Wetsi while I
was scanning the action figures. "Honey!" Rose said in a
cautionary voice. I instantly turned from the G.I. Joe, and
began looking at the dolls again. I didn't need to ask what
she wanted, and almost shook over the look she gave me.
"Precious! Why don't you go around this isle and look at
the baby plush toys. I want you to get something cuddly to
sleep with. Okay?" Rose said.
I was about to protest, but again that look. I held my
comments back and nodded. Around the corner left me alone
again. I was sure she was doing that on purpose. I was also
sure I didn't want the attention of the girl stocking
shelves so I avoided eye contact.
Elbows touching the sash of my dress, legs together so the
inside of my knees touched and don't smirk I thought to
myself picking up the first large plush toy I was near.
"Samantha?" Rose said coming around the corner. I was
holding a large pink teddy bear with a satin bow around
it's neck. One of those stuffed satin type cuddly toys that
squished softly when held. I hadn't even paid much
attention to it hoping to just grab something not to be
noticed.
"Now that one is cute! Is that the one you want honey?"
Rose asked.
I looked down at the feminine bear I was holding and almost
said no, but the girl now behind Rose, and a foot above the
floor on her stool, was smiling. I nodded my yes cursing
the choice. Next to it was a powder blue teddy bear not
nearly as big nor as feminine.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Interesting pick?" Rose said as we walked out of the store
after paying for it.
She insisted I carry the bear without the bag. I'd insisted
I don't, and another subtle warning came with that next
look. I carried the bear. I didn't comment on that choice
or why I'd made it. She'd think otherwise anyway.
I now had my Hello Kitty purse in one hand and that pink
bear in the other. At least I had something to do with my
hands as we made our way up the mall. I saw the wig Rose
had mentioned or at least one that matched her description
to the Chief and shuddered. There was a black and white
photo of Shirley Temple sitting next to it in the window.
"Need to guess which one?" Rose asked as she moved closer
to my side.
"No!" I said looking at her in the glass reflection.
"Perfect isn't it?" She asked.
"Yes!" I said and this time keeping the sarcasm out of my
voice.
"We want that blond wig in the window!" Rose said to the
woman that walked up to her counter as we walked in.
"Would she like to try it on? I'm assuming it's for your
daughter?" The woman asked.
"Yes, she's got a grandmother granddaughter picture this
Saturday and her grandmother would have a fit over what
she's done to her hair." Rose said.
"Don't I know! My daughter decided to bleach her own one
day. She nearly burned it off with the chemicals. Took
weeks for it to come back. Would you like to wear it out
honey?" The woman asked looking down at me.
I nodded. It was a yes. That "no" held in check like my
sarcasm. It was becoming obvious that I wasn't going to
have any options for the things happening to me.
Although, when it was on, it was the last bit of evidence
that I might be even remotely male. When she brushed it
into shape it was striking. I walked out with the curls
bouncing around my ears and neck.
"Please, is that it?" I said exhausted. This time I meant
it. Not over what was happening but the sheer time it had
all taken.
"Almost! One last stop!" Rose said as we came out of the
wig store. There was another wig in a box. Long flowing and
blond. Next to that one was a picture of Alice talking with
the caterpillar. Shirley Temple and Alice! What else would
a girl wear, I thought.
"So where to now?" I asked.
"Pictures!" Rose said.
"Pictures?" I asked.
"Pictures!" Rose said.
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was a walk-in studio and again that smile over the
little darling they thought they were looking at. I did
smile back this time. It was our last stop. I smiled over
that. I didn't smile over the setting I was being put into.
That setting was girlish, and sugar and spices. A half
dozen dolls all in dresses surrounding a rope swing
surrounded by flowers as the woman posed me. "Very
Victorian!" Rose said.
"Perfect for her look!" The woman answered taking Roses
comments as a complement. She pulled on several backdrops
before tugging the one she wanted all the way down. Pinks?
Now why did that not surprise me, I thought.
"Honey! Look off at your mother and smile!" The woman said
before adding: "Hold it!" The flash went off a second after
she said smile and then another. The first to make the iris
close so that red eye wasn't in the pictures. There were
five more taken in different poses.
"Blackmail?" I asked as we left the shop.
"What?" Rose asked.
"You're going to use those to blackmail me right?" I said.
"Nope! Actually, I think that would be difficult with you.
Seriously? I honestly think you are very adorable right now
and one hell of a good sport considering what I've done to
you today. No, it's just that I wanted some memories of
Samantha on her first day out." Rose said.
"Departments not paying for those either?" I asked.
"Nope! Those are mine. Well, at least one set is. You are
welcome to that other if you'd like but I'll have to order
more because the Chief wanted one.
"Look, I know guys are not suppose to be into these things,
but frankly you should be proud of what you are doing."
Rose said.
"You're kidding right?" I asked.
"Not in the least. Do you have any idea how much guts it
takes for a guy to do this? Do you know that I have never
come across a guy as brave as you? No sweetheart, trust me
when I say this because it's true, you are the bravest man
I've ever met." Rose said.
There was a silence between us as she took my hand holding
the purse. A long silence and my ego climbed a notch with
each step. How odd that sounded as we made our way to the
mall's doors. Me dressed like this and brave because of it?
How was that for a contradiction?
"I just wish you didn't have to act!" Rose said. It wasn't
that loud and didn't sound like it was meant for me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing?" Rose said.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
I'd heard it. I also understood what it meant. I wanted to
ask but didn't dare. I would have for her sake but feared
asking for mine. It was an act on my part... Most of it.
Not all of it though, and I'd realized that when I'd picked
up that pink bear.
I'd picked that pink bear up on purpose. It seemed to fit
what I was wearing. It also seemed to fit how I was
feeling. Why I picked it was was still swirling around in
my mind.
The pictures would be ready for proofing within two to
three days. I'd said yes to one of them after some thought,
and yes again to letting the Chief have one. Why I'd done
that wasn't clear either. Why I wanted one was.
It had been a long day, but not nearly as long as I'd
imagined when I climbed into the car. I was tired but
filled with all of those moments. Some scary and others
thrilling. She'd said that earlier. I began understanding
what she meant by that statement.
"What now?" I said looking back at the packages laying all
over her back seat.
"How about we pretend we're exhausted, pick something up
for dinner, and take the longest bubble bath of our lives?"
Rose said.
"The first and longest bubble bath of my life, and I won't
have to pretend I'm exhausted." I said.
She laughed.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
There are things girls do that guys should do, not for the
sake of being sissy, but for the sake of simply doing it!
That bubble bath was one of those things.
The water was just this side of too hot, and just right
after getting use to it. The bubbles foaming a few inches
above the porcelain tub standing on brass feet.
It was the largest tub I'd ever climbed into and I
stretched out letting the water settle right above my lips
with my nose exposed so I could still breath. It was
luxurious. Rose was in her own.
It had taken us two trips each to bring everything in
counting dinner, and a rental movie. Little Women wasn't my
first choice, but Rose said it was full of things I could
learn from. She was always teaching I'd decided.
She was also right about me not seeing pants for a while.
There was a new nightgown with Cinderella on the front and
a pink quilted robe with furry slippers that she'd gotten
at the boutique. The dusting powder was her's, she said, as
she'd sat it on the counter. As was the makeup remover she
gave me a crash course on using.
It was nearly an hour before I stepped out of the bathroom,
and if I could I would have gone directly to bed. The
nightgown felt wonderful on, under the robe, as did the
white panties with Cinderella on the front.
The panties were my idea. That idea came when the nightgown
fell over me. It wasn't just my emotions I was having to
hold in check.
We were cuddled under a soft comforter as the movie began.
Dinner went untouched, and we were both asleep before the
movie ran twenty minutes. I was holding the pink bear near
my face when my dreams began.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
"What's on the agenda for today?" I said coming into the
kitchen with my robe on and holding the pink bear I found I
was still holding when I woke. I had no reason for holding
it now, and didn't realize it till I was half way down the
long hall.
I did remember her voice, last night, urging me up, and the
walk to the room I would use and nothing after that. I'd
been exhausted and was fast asleep the instant my head hit
the pillow.
"Church, brunch and my sisters. Nothing heavy duty today.
We'll relax some so you're off the hook more or less!" Rose
said.
"Pants?" I said in surprise. It somehow disappointed me,
that thought.
"Don't get too excited. Actually, the next time you see
pants will be when the Chief says your assignment is over."
Rose said.
There was almost relief over that. I blushed a little over
that thought, over that. I decided I'd need a therapist to
get me back on track after this. It made me laugh. Rose
thought I was laughing over what she said, and in a way I
was.
I wore the long softly curled blond wig with my Daisy's
Kingdom dress over the new chiffon slip. My black patent
Mary Janes and socks with only a hint of lace on them.
Under everything, a lavender pair of panties from my seven
day box of panties with Sunday on them.
We spent half an hour going over my new makeup with her
making me apply it as she talked me through each step. I
had dressed myself, but she did the last buttons and large
sash fashioned into a bow I would have never managed. She
also clipped in the hair bow at the back. In the mirror
only the soft p