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The "Lady" Of The House By Anonymous Writer I left my apartment early to try and get a jump start on the long week ahead. I stopped at the mailbox downstairs to check any mail I'd missed from Saturday when the owner of the building came in. Lawrence Gordon seemed to be a nice guy but I didn't know much about him. He was in his late 30's and some kind of rich lawyer who had recently taken over the apartment complex as part of an investment. He was an attractive man as guys go I guess, a snappy dresser with manners and just a hint of the "upper-crust" about him that probably came from traveling in the kind of circles his job and money would allow. He greeted me and asked my permission to enter my apartment the following Friday. I then found the note in my mailbox that mentioned the same thing. He had notified everyone about doing a quick inspection to look over all the apartments to make sure they were up to code and appearance. I told him it would be fine with me then left for work. I liked my apartment but could only afford a one bedroom unit. They didn't offer any studio apartments here. I might have taken that route because it would have been cheaper, but I needed more space than just one room anyway. Housing in the city was tough to find and when this unit came open I jumped at the chance. It was on the 18th floor, had a nice view, great security and all the other amenities one would expect from an upscale apartment complex. It wasn't the top-of-the-mark to be sure but was far better than some of the other places I had looked at. And, it was in an area of the city that was more upper class with less crime and, it was close to work. After a quick bus ride I got to the office and quickly began getting caught up on everything. I hated the job though. I had only been working here just over a year and it didn't take long to realize that this was just another a dead-end position. I thought about going back to college but I was already in my mid 20's, and with the rising cost of tuition it was simply out of reach. I had gotten a liberal arts degree and had gotten good at organizing, researching and computers. My typing skills were pretty good as well. I had moved to the city in the hopes of finding a decent career. I didn't like doing secretarial and office work but in looking at all the blue collar jobs that paid nothing like waiting tables, washing dishes or driving a cab I could see those were dead-enders as well. I could have worked construction and made a little more but being slightly built like I was I decided that wasn't the way to go either. I could have had a worse job I guess. I'd just have to put up with it until something better came along. The week went quickly and soon it was Thursday. I had managed to get caught up with my paperwork and even get a bit ahead so I decided to ask for a day off so I could get a three day weekend. The boss gave me a break. It was nice to see things go my way for a change. I entered my apartment then looked over my mail, the bills and my checkbook and didn't like what I saw. I was just going to be able to cover the rent for the month but not much more! I was low on food and still had to get a couple suits back from the cleaners. But I had to pay the rent first. I had come up a week late a few months back but managed to work around it and get caught up. I put the papers aside tossed some left over chow-mein in the oven then decided to take a hot bath. It was nice to have a long weekend in front of me. I soaked in the bubble bath and then shaved completely as I usually did on the weekends. I didn't like body hair and always kept my legs silken smooth and my toenails perfectly polished as well. After washing my long brown hair I drained the tub, took a quick hot shower then toweled dry. I checked my look in the mirror and plucked my eyebrows just slightly to give them a well groomed look being careful not to pluck them too much to show too sharp an arch. It was bad enough having a pony tail at work with pierced ears but these days if you're careful and keep a low profile you can get by with seeming to be "style-conscious." But that wasn't it at all. Not really. I guess I was pushing it about as far as I dared. And although lots of guys have long hair and earrings not many have shaved chests, underarms and legs including gloss red, polished toenails! I thought it mildly amusing as I sat down at my little dressing table. In a half hour I had finished combing out my hair and rolling it into tight curlers and putting on a pink nylon bonnet and had added an herbal mask treatment to my face to keep my skin clean and flawless. I then carefully tucked myself into a pair of pink, lace trimmed nylon panties then slipped into a matching bra complete with silicone falsies. I wished I'd had more money to continue my wardrobe for my little hobby but figured that would have to come later. I put on my pink nightgown and the matching pink chiffon robe then slipped into stiletto heeled pink slippers complete with Marabou trim. After adding a few spritzes of a mildly floral perfume I gave a twirl in front of the mirror. My face and curlers didn't help but I enjoyed all the lace trimmed floaty nylon chiffon of the nightgown and robe and the swishing sound it made as I moved. I started feeling adventurous then decided to add a garter belt, with a pair of glossy seamed opera length hose. I was always amazed at the cool, slippery feel of the nylons and how they sounded when I crossed my legs or walked and let my thighs rub together! But, I was getting tired and a bit hungry so before things got out of hand I checked my seams, slipped back into the slippers and headed into the kitchen to eat and read the evening paper. It wasn't long after that I decided to turn in early. Back in the bedroom I closed and locked the door then tossed my robe at the foot of the bed then climbed under the white satin sheets, curled up and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I got up, put my robe back on and went to the kitchen for a breakfast of toast and orange juice. I became a little worried at looking in the refrigerator though. Aside from a pound of hamburger, three stalks of celery, peanut butter, a couple of beers and a quart of milk, the orange juice and bread was just about all I had left to eat! It was a shame too because I loved to cook. It was always easier to cook on the weekends then come home and just have to heat up what I had already made ahead of time. I guess I would have to figure out something else until the next payday rolled around. I ate my "continental" breakfast then figured I could at least give the place a good going over to stay ahead of the dust. I always kept my place as neat as a pin and being single and living alone it wasn't that much work. But with little money to head into town to shop or see a show or visit a nice restaurant for something to do, I would have to be satisfied with cleaning and spending the day reading and watching television instead. After peeling off my herbal mask and washing up for the day I was back in the bedroom. I moved all my clothes aside in the closet so I could get at the clothes in the back. Not much to show for really. A small trunk containing my lingerie collection, a little makeup kit and a few odds and ends, four pairs of high heels, and on the hangars in a garment zipper bag, five dresses, three blouses and two skirts. Since I had a three day weekend I decided to have some fun. My clothes were pretty much old style stuff from the 1950's and 60's I had picked up in and around the city at estate sales and thrift shops but they were all nice outfits some of which seemed to have been rarely worn. I gathered my things then put on a fresh pair of panties, a pair of nude support pantyhose then made sure I was tightly tucked before I pulled on my panty girdle. I added some beige, seamed nylon hose and marveled how easily they slid up the already glossy support hose. I then tightly gartered the stockings to the six garters of the girdle and then smoothed and straightened the stocking seams as I pulled and worked the girdle up high on my waist. Another bit of tugging and smoothing and my tucked little package looked like a smooth, tight girdled "V" shaped mound just like a woman! I added a white long line brassiere and fixed the silicone breast forms in place, then to shrink my waist a bit added a white nylon and spandex waist cincher. The padding of the girdle gave my hips a rounded and wider appearance and the breast forms filled out the top half. I really liked how the tight waist cincher seemed to add to all the curves! I sat at my little vanity table and put on my pair of black, patent leather high heeled T-strap pumps. I buckled them in place then went to work on my hair and makeup. Even though I was only in my 20's I had been doing this so long I had gotten good at it. The makeup part wasn't really needed I guess, since no one was ever there to see the finished look. The only enjoyment I would get would be when I would catch a glimpse at myself in the mirror when moving around the apartment. Since I wanted the vintage "housewife" look in my clothes the makeup was, I guess, a prerequisite. I unzipped my little makeup case and rummaged through it and soon had a smooth coat of foundation in place. I did my brows, added false eyelashes, then a blue eyeshadow and finished with eyeliner and mascara. Classic red lipstick came next followed by gloss. Then a pale rose blush rounded out the effect. With a dusting of powder and a few dabs of perfume I was soon finished. I then took the rollers out of my hair and carefully combed out my curls. After affixing two hair combs to put my hair up on the sides, I used a hair band to put my hair in a high, tight pony tail. Then, using a pink satin ribbon, I finished the look by tying it into a large, feminine bow leaving a sweeping, curly pony tail hanging below. A bit of hair spray finished the look. My appearance became even more feminine now as my neck appeared longer and I knew the look would really set off the necklace and pearl earrings I reached for next! To finish I put on a white, full length satin slip. It was tailored and had a long zipper on the side. I had been fortunate enough to find this a few months earlier. I was lucky to be only five-foot-five inches tall. Although a bit tall for the women of the 1950's it was amazing how well I was able to get clothes that fit. I then stepped into a fluffy, white nylon chiffon petticoat with lots of layers and ruffles then tied the ties tightly in back over the waist cincher. I then picked out a vintage 1950's house dress. It was a pullover affair with a full skirt, self belt and buttons up the front with an open collar to show off the necklace and short sleeves that had decorative buttons on the cuffs. The cool, slippery rayon fabric swished loudly as I put it on being careful not to muss my hair or makeup. I smoothed it into place over the voluminous petticoats, buckled the little belt then fixed the little collar marveling at the shine of the dress that was done up in a soft, pastel floral pattern. I then added a delicate ring and bracelet then added a matching gold ankle bracelet complete with a little gold heart. I usually didn't want to go to all the trouble of painting my nails as the polish was difficult to completely remove and my nails weren't long enough to begin with. So, I settled for some glamor length glue on nails already done up in a bright gloss red. I entered the kitchen, got a cup of coffee then sat down at the kitchen table with a swish as I crossed my legs then waited for the glue on the nails to set. After coffee I went to the sink and took out the apron I usually used for these occasions. It was another relic from the old days, one of those frilly, feminine affairs that every housewife used to wear. After tying the apron sashes into a fluffy feminine bow at the back I then grabbed a dust cloth and a can of cleaner then set about by starting in the living room. It felt exhilarating as I walked, mincing on the black, patent leather stiletto heels. It had taken a while to learn to walk in high heels but after a lot of practice it got easier over time until finally even the really high ones were effortless for me to walk in now. I loved the sound of the nylons swishing and zipping on my thighs and how the petticoat swished and swirled as it held my shiny rayon skirt out as I minced along, my floral perfume following me like a feminine cloud. It took a bit longer to clean when dressed totally as a woman in the skirts and heels and all but it was exciting. I often wondered how easy it would have been to just have been a stay at home "wife" instead. But I put the thought out of my mind when thinking of children which I didn't care for and in the fact that I wasn't a woman to begin with. I just liked the clothes and the illusion. It was hard to deny the thoughts though, because I sure did look like the lady-of-the-house! It would be fun to have the whole three day weekend to just stay home and relax. I finished dusting then straightened the kitchen and whisked a mop over the floor. After straightening out the bathroom, bedroom and making the bed I was nearly done and it wasn't even noon yet! All that was left to do was vacuum. I swished through the living room and took out the vacuum from the hall closet then started in. I was nearly finished when I saw the front door close! It was Mr. Gordon! He had already let himself in and had seen me! Then I realized it was Friday and not Saturday! I had forgotten about the inspection! He approached with some papers and a clipboard as I shut the Vacuum off and put the handle up. He had been standing there, looking me over as I worked! I didn't know he had used his pass key and entered the apartment because of the noise of the vacuum! He had obviously already noticed the stiletto heels, the seamed stockings and the swish of my skirts. He seemed to really enjoy this hyper-feminine retro-look as he continued looking me over. He noticed the perfume too, then he spoke. "Ungh excuse me ma'am I'm looking for..." But with seconds seeming like hours now the truth began to come into focus for him! "Bri...? Brian? Is that you?..." He said with a puzzled look and then with a faint smile. I couldn't look him in the eye. Staring at the floor I said "I'm sorry, please leave, you can come back later, maybe tomorrow, but just leave now." I could feel my face flushing beet red but with all the makeup on it most likely didn't show. I let go of the vacuum then quietly turned and minced to my bedroom as quickly as I could, with my nylons whistling and my slips whispering under my dress all the way! I quickly closed and locked the bedroom door then fell against it limp, my heart pounding in my throat, my knees weak and nearly buckling causing me to wobble as I teetered on the stiletto heels. I waited to hear the front door but heard footsteps coming into the kitchen instead! I heard the cupboards open and close and some of the drawers. I heard the refrigerator open and close. "Pretty nice apartment you keep here Brian!" He said as he started his inspection. "Always nice and clean. You're my best renter! You don't seem to have much food around here though." I waited further and listened as I leaned against the bedroom door. My heart was still pounding, my throat was dry, my hands were shaking. I could feel the sweat beading on my brow then noticed two drops of foundation colored makeup as they hit the gray carpet of the bedroom floor. I grabbed some tissue to clean it up and then some more to wipe my forehead. He knocked at the bedroom door. "I guess what you do in your own place is pretty much your own business Brian. Anyway, I've looked the apartment over and so far, so good. Just let me check the bedroom and bathroom and I'll be on my way." "No, not right now" I said as I croaked through a dry throat. I managed to talk him out of finishing but he said he was busy and had to get the paperwork done for the rent commission. He said he would stop by Monday. I didn't have a choice so I had to agree. I listened for a moment longer until it got quiet, then finally heard him exit the front door and leave the apartment! Shit! I thought. I had been found out and knew that I was really fucked now! I kicked off the heels then got out of all the clothes in a whirl and didn't stop until there was a pile of lingerie and my dress on the floor in front of me. I felt sickened! I wobbled over to the sink in the bathroom still feeling weak on my feet as my head spun. My stomach churned and was in knots. It took a few minutes but I quickly went to work and took all the red glossy polish off my toenails, then got back in the shower and scrubbed all the makeup and perfume away and washed all the curl out of my hair. I toweled off, combed my hair back then used the Right Guard and Old Spice that were sitting on the shelf. As I put on a T-shirt, a sweater and blue jeans then socks and tennis shoes I was already wishing the hair on my legs, chest and underarms would hurry up and grow back! I quickly folded up the clothes and packed everything at the back of the closet once again. After zipping the dress back into the zipper bag I put a few boxes in front of it before sliding my regular clothes against them. I shut the closet door tightly then went into the living room. Needless to say, even though it was "out of site, out of mind" the rest of the weekend was ruined. It would now be wasted in the "what if" world of worry and speculation. Monday morning came once again and even on the bus on the way to work I was still thinking about how Mr. Gordon had walked in on me and how stupid and forgetful I had been. I could have at least chained the door I thought. Now I was paying for my carelessness with an acid stomach brought about by the sheer terror of what might happen next! I didn't leave work right away at five. I hung around and did a little extra work to get my mind off things then took the elevator down to the lobby. I headed for the bus stop but after seeing the merriment in the local tavern across the street decided to go in for a couple stiff drinks. The drinks seemed to help but not much. I was soon on the bus for home once again. Thankfully, the building was quiet when I entered. I didn't have much to do with the other tenants anyway but didn't feel like bumping into anybody at the moment. I took the elevator to my floor and entered my apartment. I noticed the paper on my kitchen table. It said that my apartment had passed the inspection. I entered the bedroom and turned on the light. Nothing seemed out of place. I checked the bathroom and that was fine as well. Then I opened the closet, it looked alright. Then I pulled my clothes aside, moved those boxes and decided to see if my other wardrobe was okay as well. It looked alright at first but then I noticed the little trunk I used for my lingerie looked like it had been moved! I could see on the carpet that it wasn't where it had been! But I figured that in my state from the previous Friday that I must have bumped it. Then I noticed the clear plastic, hanging zippered garment bag. The zipper wasn't all the way up! Then my stomach started to churn when I noticed that the clothing inside were not how I had left them! They were all in the bag, but out of order now! Mr. Gordon had found my stash and had been looking through my things! I zipped the bag up, put the boxes back in the front and slid my suits and other clothes back in place then shut the door and tried to forget what had happened. But he knew now, so I had to live with that. I figured that if worse came to worse I could just move out. It would be tough to find a better place or a better paying job but I figured I would deal with that end of the problem later. A couple more weeks went by and I was beginning to forget the whole incident. Maybe Lawrence had decided to stick to his live- and-let-live attitude. Then it was time to pay the rent for another month. I had paid my utility bill, phone and cable bill, my cleaning bill for my suits and had managed to buy a few groceries then realized my checkbook was going to be fifty- dollars short if I wrote a check for the rent! I wrote a check out for one hundred dollars less and then managed to raid my "cookie" jar for every spare penny I could find. Luckily, I found enough. The rent was due the next day so I made a side trip during my lunch break and dropped the check and the cash off at the apartment manager's office. After getting the receipt I then went back to work to finish the day and try to make more money to stay one step ahead of the bills that would be coming again next month! A few nights later while watching a show I heard the doorbell ring then after going to the door I looked out the peep-hole to see Mr. Gordon standing there! I told him I was busy but he said he wanted to talk. He said that after noticing my empty refrigerator he thought he would bring by some food! I thought that a bit strange but after seeing the grocery bag he was holding I decided to let him in. He looked me over but only saw a man named Brian now and he seemed different somehow, like he was a bit disappointed! He handed me the bag and I took it to the kitchen. I started taking the groceries out and noticed a head of lettuce, a prime rib roast, a couple large potatoes, some asparagus some dinner rolls and a bottle of wine! "I thought maybe you could cook up a prime rib for tomorrow night" he said, "we could have a little 'dinner party.'" I began putting the things back in the bag. "Look" I said, "I would just as soon stay by myself, you know? I'm sorry about what happened, and it's embarrassing but think of it as just a little harmless 'hobby.' I am not hurting anyone, not bothering anyone and it's my personal business." I handed him back the grocery bag but I must admit that after eating "Ramen Noodles" and "Rice-a-Roni" for the longest time, that roast was a tough give up. Lawrence knew I could cook and in saying I was his best renter he knew I kept a nice house as well. I was prepared to end the conversation and show him the door when things started taking a different direction! "You know, you seemed like quite the 'lady-of-the-house' the other day." He said as he put the groceries back on the kitchen table. "I think we have a lot in common" he continued. " I love women but these days women are trying to be too macho, too much like men! Most of them don't even wear stockings or makeup anymore. I like that 1950's 'housewife' style, when women were attractive, and dressed feminine. I'd like to see more of your alter-ego, your other self. Why don't you take these groceries and I'll stop by for dinner say, tomorrow night at eight. You can get all dolled up and we'll have a nice dinner. At the very least, wouldn't it be nice to have a descent meal for a change?" He said. Trying to diffuse the situation I told him that I knew he had been through my closet and my things and that I didn't appreciate it. He told me to relax and that he hadn't taken anything. He was just curious. Then he continued. "What would it hurt? Hummm? Nobody has to know. It's only a little dinner. How bad could it be?" I wasn't receptive at all, I told him it was just my hobby and none of his business, I wasn't into 'guys' and wasn't gay but it made little difference to Lawrence. Then things got a little more serious. "You know, things could get worse." He said in a more direct, serious tone but still trying to be a gentleman. "How about that guy down on three, what's his name, Benson? Really suspicious isn't he, think's every guy who is in his twenties or thirties who lives alone, isn't married and doesn't date is a fag, he really hates them." I interjected "I'm not a fag!" Then he continued. "Imagine what he would think, what he might do if he learned you liked playing dress up here in your apartment! A little "sissy" in the building. I don't think he could stand it. Then others would soon find out and start talking, there would be whispers, they'd stare at you when ever they saw you or worse." It became a game of chess. I said I could take care of myself, he mentioned that as big as Mr. Benson was I wouldn't have a chance. I said I would get a concealed weapons permit and get a gun. Then Lawrence mentioned "I wonder what would happen if your employer found out you had a 'softer side' Hummm? I suppose it wouldn't be any time at all until something like that got around the whole office. You might be fired. But at the very least just Imagine working in an environment like that." He was gaining the upper hand but I continued on. "I'll get another job." "The market is pretty tight, you might not find one that pays what you are making now. Then what if your rent should say, go up another couple hundred a month." He shook his head. "Tragic. You'd be out of a job, on the street, nowhere. If you didn't find anything here in the city you might end up back in that small, dink town you came from. And, there's nothing there either, is there?" "I'll get another job somewhere" I said. But he added that it could be a long time in coming and having to move and find another job in another city would be most likely impossible from a financial standpoint and I would soon be living on the street before I landed something else. "You can't even keep your refrigerator stocked." He finished. There was a long silence, I didn't say anything, then he continued. "But, it doesn't have to be this way you know. Why don't you leave the office a little early tomorrow, come home, get all fixed up like you were the other day then prepare this prime rib dinner? You seem to like the clothes and well, I know I like the look. What's the harm in it? It'll be fun." He mentioned that he was a gentleman, that he wouldn't take advantage of me and all the other lines men use to gain a woman's confidence. I wasn't a woman! But, I also knew that for the time being, I was going to play the part of one and cook that dinner! At least I could stay out of any more trouble for a little while longer. After I had agreed to the dinner he told me he had to get a couple things from his car. I was putting the groceries in the refrigerator as Lawrence left with a smile. He returned with a long pink box held with a pink ribbon and another box that looked like a shoe box! He set them on the kitchen table. "Here's a little something for you. See you tomorrow night" he said. And with that he left the apartment. I didn't feel right. My head was whirling with thoughts at what had just happened. Then I looked at the two boxes on the table. There wasn't anything masculine about them at all. I knew I had to see what he had brought so I undid the pink ribbon on the long box. I pulled the top off and could immediately smell the sachet perfume that many upscale women's dress and lingerie stores use as kind of a trademark scent. I began to feel the butterflies in my stomach. I pulled back the white tissue paper then nearly panicked! Inside the perfumed box all folded up was a brand new cocktail dress! I took the boxes to my room and set them on the bed then began to pace the floor scared to death! I then carefully took the shoulders of the sleeveless dress and swished it out of the box. It was one of those expensive, layered chiffon creations. It was mauve in color with layers and layers of sheer nylon chiffon! I held it up to myself and realized that it was in my size! I dropped the dress back to the box then quickly opened the shoe box to see a pair of very feminine sling back pumps done up in the same mauve color! I didn't know what to do! I put everything back in the boxes then put the boxes on the shelf in my closet then closed the door and tried to forget this ever happened. But I couldn't and now I felt hopelessly stuck! I still had to do the dinner so the next night I left work early and got back to the apartment. I fixed the roast up and put it in the oven to slow cook then made salads and got the potatoes and asparagus ready. I set the dinner table and brought out candles as well. Lawrence wanted a fancy dinner but I couldn't help thinking he wanted more than that! I tried to put it out of my mind as I noticed the clock. I then had a lot of work to do in getting myself ready so I got busy, took those pink boxes off the shelf, set my makeup case on the table in my bedroom then poured a hot bubble bath. It's quite a process you know, dressing. Women take a long time too but for a man to erase all the male characteristics it not only takes longer, it takes a knack. I knew that this time I had to play my game to the hilt. If I did, I might just get by with the evening. Two hours after the bath I was once again looking at my feminine self in the mirror as I fixed the little belt on the vintage dress. My makeup was flawless and done up in an evening look. I had styled my hair up as best I could and thought it looked nice. It really set off the long, dangle earrings and pearl necklace. The front of the dress was a bit low cut but I managed to make it work. I swished the soft, gleaming fabric as I looked it over. I must have cost Mr. Gordon hundreds of dollars not including the shoes! It was fitted with a long back zipper and had a slippery nylon lining at the top of the dress covering from the bust down to the belt and was covered in four layers of nylon chiffon. The skirt below the matching mauve colored leather belt done up with a feminine jeweled decoration was a continuation of the four layers of chiffon from the top of the dress with another four layers of the same slippery diaphanous material to provide more fullness and more of a sweep in addition to providing see through coverage. The look was finished with the matching, "strappy-sandles" with five inch stiletto heels. With the open toes I realized I could now see the red polish on my toenails through the reinforced sheer toes of the stockings! The stockings were seamless, very sheer and taupe in color. They were opera length and fit all the way up, tightly gartered to my panty girdle. I had on a proper brassiere complete with my ample breast forms and I had on my waist cincher as well. For a precaution against Larry getting out of control I went the panty then support pantyhose look then after making sure I was properly "tucked" I added the high waist panty girdle then the nylon stockings. I pulled the girdle up as high as I could until my bulge was once again totally hidden, now replaced by that tight "V" shaped mound! I then worked the cincher down over the high waist girdle and checked to make sure the garters were firmly attached. I fluffed my white satin full slip down then feeling satisfied swished the skirts back into place. After a few spritzes of perfume I left the bedroom to check the oven then took a twirl through the living room. I was now ready for my dinner "date." The doorbell rang at a quarter of eight. I answered it to see Lawrence and let him in. He had brought a dozen roses with him! It felt embarrassing to stand there in the doorway and to be given flowers like I was a woman, it was strange. I invited him in and after locking the door securely took his coat to hang it up. I could feel him looking me over and when I turned he pulled me close causing me to stumble a bit on the heels. He held me around my cinched waist as my skirts swirled in a perfumed, chiffon swish. I could feel his pants start to tent! He was getting a hard on at seeing me! I was quite unprepared for this and pulled away. He seemed as embarrassed as I was and apologized as he handed me the roses. "Better put these in some water" he said. Sensing my chance I quickly took the flowers to the kitchen to find something to put them in. He watched me wiggle away then looked around the living room. He put on some music before taking a seat on the couch where he could watch me fuss with the flowers and finish up cooking dinner in the kitchen. I tried to put my thoughts out of my mind as I worked. Lawrence came into the kitchen and opened the wine and as I took the flowers into the living room he poured two glasses and followed me. He motioned me to the couch and after I took my seat and crossed my legs he handed me a glass. I took a sip then set the glass on the table. I noticed the red lipstick on the rim and began feeling strange again. I wasn't used to having anyone around when I was like this and especially wasn't used to being admired in this way! Lawrence was taking in the scent of the perfume, listening to the sound of the nylons as I crossed my legs and the swish of my skirts as I adjusted the dress and moved nervously on the couch. He was taking it all in and seemed excited as he gently put his arm around me. He asked if I had a name for my "other self." I said I had never needed one. He said he always liked the name "Tiffany." It was a feminine name and it had class. He then asked that I call him Lawrence. He preferred it to Larry as it wasn't as pedestrian and it showed more class as well. He said "Lawrence and Tiffany" it could be a magic combination. I lifted his arm from around me and got up to finish dinner. I told him "I'm a guy Larry, or 'Lawrence.' This is only an illusion! And we both know how I ended up doing this for you for whatever reason you may have. "You shouldn't have bought me this dress or these shoes." I said as I stood there in the living room. "I think you look fabulous! Don't you like the outfit?" He asked. I had to admit it was nice, very nice but I felt wrong about wearing it. I told him I felt uneasy being given a dress and high heeled shoes by another man and then a dozen roses on top of that. It was making me feel strange! I commented further trying not to hurt his feelings or get in any more trouble. "Let's just have that dinner and then we can go our separate ways huh?" He took another measured sip of wine, then a bigger sip then set the glass down, leaned back into the couch and studied me with a smile as his arms spread out over the back of the couch. "You're beautiful when you're angry. Did you know that Tiffany?" I had stood firmly in the middle of the living room, and pointed a manicured and painted index finger at him, scolding him about the whole evening. But standing there, teetering on stiletto heels in this wispy, knee length cocktail dress that showed off my gleaming, nyloned legs and with my hair done up and with earrings dangling and brushing against my neck, I guess I didn't look very formidable. "Dinner is ready" I said as I turned on my heel. Larry followed me listening to the sound of my clothes as I minced along. The dinner conversation was what I thought it might be. How did I get to be like I was. "I have no idea" I said. There was talk of fashion, the future, and a bunch of other things that seemed to drift into one long run on sentence. He really seemed to be enjoying the meal though and I had to admit that prime rib was way better than macaroni and cheese! He also mentioned once again how he liked how clean I kept the place, how good a cook I was and how I had managed to achieve the "look." That classy look that women used to have in that bygone era that had long since faded away. As we finished dinner and I got up and put that frilly apron on. He watched as I tied it around my waist and took the dishes away. He studied my every move. I paused for a moment and turned, "It's only an illusion Lawrence," then went back to straightening up which didn't take long. We then ended up back in the living room listening to soft music with the lights down low, the candles on the kitchen table still aglow. I crossed my legs and smoothed my dress. Lawrence slid in close. He took a layer of the chiffon at the hem of my skirt and rubbed the silky material between his fingers. "I just love this feminine look." He said, then put his hand on my knee and began fondling me! The nylon swished as my skirt rose just a bit. I was hesitant. "It doesn't have to be an illusion you know." He said as he whispered in my ear. I moved away as I took his hand off my leg and swished my skirts back down. I reminded him of his threats and why we were here and how uneasy I really was about doing this. The conversation continued. I learned how much he liked old fashioned women, ones who dressed like, well like I was dressed now, in the old, classic women's fashions that are now considered little more than fetish fare for men and clothing that was far to "girly" for even women to touch these days. He loved women that dressed excitingly but sadly, said they were most likely all gone now. He didn't like their attitudes either, too macho, too competitive. I guess I understood, but I really didn't want to take this "relationship" any further. He leaned back in. "I wasn't really serious about exposing you, you know, Tiffany. I just wanted to get to know you, because I like your style. I apologize, but it did work and here we are." "Yes, here we are" I said. "Thank you for the nice steak dinner and everything. Thanks for stopping by, have a nice life and all of that." I started to get up, to end the charade. Lawrence took me gently by the arm and pulled me back to him. "I know you are having a tough time making a go of things. You know, it could be easier for you, much easier." I started thinking again of how I hated my shit job and my crummy life and always just scraping by. I wasn't living, I was existing nothing more. When I didn't pull away this time it seemed to please Lawrence to no end. I felt a hand on my knee once again that startled me back from my thoughts. "You know, I live alone, don't get out much and hate the bar and restaurant scene because it's all I do, I'm tired of it" he said as he started toying with the gleaming chiffon of the skirt once again. He then gently reached up under my dress and slip then started feeling my nyloned thigh! I don't know how to cook. You do" He continued. "It sure would be nice to maybe have you cook for me once, maybe twice a week. And I will pay for all the food! Imagine, eating real food again instead of all those leftovers." I started to hesitate but listened further. "I imagine that if you were to do me a little favor like that, that I might be more than willing to forget about your rent payments for a while!" I was still listening. Lawrence leaned close and put his arm over my shoulder and with his other hand he began rubbing my leg. The nylon zipped and the skirt rustled as his hand roamed up my thigh and under my skirt. He held me closer. I was still thinking about the free rent and the free food when I felt him put his hand between my legs! He then began rubbing my tightly girdled crotch, working the mound just like I was a woman! It felt surreal, like an out of body experience! He then turned my chin and kissed me on the lips! I felt the lipstick smear as he leaned in. I felt his tongue begin to explore! I tensed up then pushed away. I could see that he had a full hard on straining in his pants and became worried. But then before things got out of hand he came to his senses, regained his composure and sat back up. As I was straightening myself up he apologized. I wasn't gay, and it felt strange playing the "woman" on a date. I just pretended it was all theatre and couldn't wait for the evening to end. But he asked once again about the possible arrangement. He then mentioned a "trial-period." For added incentive he continued the deal. "Tell you what, try it for a month, just one month. If you don't like it we'll quit and everything goes back to the way it was, no harm, no foul and nobody knows. What do you say Tiffany?" I hesitated in thought, but like a consummate poker player he drew another card and raised the bet. "And, if you agree to this and after the month is over and you change your mind I'll take care of your rent bills for an entire year starting from the day the deal is over. That's worth thinking about, isn't it?" He sat up, poured himself another glass of wine then waited for an answer. Then it was my turn. I knew I was on the spot, I didn't want to do it but since he already knew my secret what did it matter? The room was silent as I thought. Then finally I gave a sigh or resignation and asked: "What do you want for dinner next time?" He smiled with satisfaction then leaned forward and took out his wallet. He opened it to reveal a stack of credit cards and took two of them out and handed them to me. "You pick up the food and choose the meals and I will take care of the rent. And, although I have seen your wardrobe it's far to limited. Go shopping, get some more of those nylons, some more pretty dresses and lingerie, and some more of those nice high heels while you're at it. There's a lot of nice shops downtown. I know you have a flair for style. Pick yourself up some pretty things! Just put everything on the cards, enjoy yourself!" With that he took another sip of wine then got up. I walked him to the door and got him his coat. He was soon gone and heading down the hallway. I closed and locked the door then added the chain to the latch. I shut the stereo off, gathered the empty wine bottle and glasses then went back to the kitchen and blew out the candles that were still alight. I then went into the bedroom and got out of the dress then scrubbed all the makeup off once again. I took a look at myself in the mirror. What the FUCK had just happened? Okay, I had dressed like a woman, had dinner with a man, been treated like a lady and then become a "kept" "woman" all within the space of three hours! I started to panic once again! It was a moment of weakness I never should have allowed! But I hated being broke! I was going nowhere! I got to thinking about Lawrence wanting me to buy something "nice" something "pretty." I might get some stuff through catalogs or off the internet maybe. I looked at the cards he gave me, all of them were platinum, and either high limit or no limit. Exclusive credit cards for the well-to-do. I had bought a few dresses from out of the way thrift shops and if they asked why I wanted the clothes I always tried to deflect suspicion by mentioning a costume party or some other such thing. But I knew the kind of clothes Lawrence expected me to get. I had no idea of how I could go down the main avenue of stores and enter those exclusive ladies shops and buy a woman's outfit for myself. No way! Then I thought of how many meals I would have to make and started thinking of what to get. That wasn't really a problem because I liked to cook. I just never had the money to get every think I needed. I guess that now I did. But now I owed Lawrence, big-time! I couldn't think anymore, my mind was still in a fog from the wine and I was tired after the whole evening. I went to bed and concentrated on the month long "trial period" and how soon it would be over. Then I thought that if I could pull it off, nobody would be the wiser and I would have this place rent free for a whole year! I would finally be able to put some money away, and while I was doing that I could look for another city, another job. At least I would have a chance now and I figured that playing a part for a month was well worth it. After it was over I could just move away and disappear then get on with my life somewhere else and put all this behind me. As time went on days turned into weeks. There was duck la'orange, chicken divan, pot roast, steaks, ribs, coco van, cordon bleu and even a few "down home" casserole dishes I still remembered from when I was a kid.. Then there was the new and ever expanding wardrobe as well that added to the required "fashion show" that accompanied every meal. Lawrence seemed pleased. There was more wine, more flowers, slow dancing and more conversation on the couch. And the game went on. He then noticed some of the credit card bills and asked me why I hadn't gone to those exclusive ladies shops downtown and I replied that I didn't have the nerve. He said that with a little work and a look more conservative and in line with today's upscale women's fashions and with lower heels I could probably pass. But he agreed that in a women's dressing room standing in only bra complete with fake breast forms and panties, it might be a little difficult. I mentioned the "illusion" once again and he seemed to understand. Towards the end of the month long "trial period" we were just finishing dinner on another night and as usual Lawrence watched as I minced about the kitchen like the lady-of-the-house. He seemed deep in thought. "The month has sure gone fast hasn't it Tiffany?" I told him I was ready to get back to being myself and that my job and my boss had become a huge headache. I hadn't gotten the raise I should have and had seen one of the guys in the department get promoted above me, and I had trained that guy! It sure was a dead end job and even though I had gotten a break on the rent and was putting a little money aside, I knew I was still going nowhere. "Well, how would you like to quit that 'dead-end' job." He said. I turned, "What!?" Okay, I would have rent and food paid for but without a job there wouldn't be any more money going in the bank, money that I would need! Lawrence continued. "You could move out and live with me!" "No" I said, "I'm fine here." "You could think of it as a job if you like. Your duties would be extraordinarily light, just a few simple household chores, and the cooking, that's all you'd have to do. The lawn and other heavy work I usually have taken care of. Either way you wouldn't have to worry about it." I thought for a moment then made my decision. "Another trial period? No, my life is messed up enough already. And continuing on with, with this? That's not for me." I went back to straightening the kitchen and as I moved about I could hear my nylons swishing and the heels clicking on the floor as they always did. I could tell that Lawrence could too. "You're already doing it. I can see you are getting more and more comfortable with this arrangement all the time." I told him I wasn't and that I was just getting used to dressing up more often than I usually did but he kept on. "Just imagine, no more work, ever, if you don't want to. After some light housework and planning the evening meal your time is yours. Go shopping, surf the internet, visit the gym, take a sauna and a dip in the pool, There's thousands of books in my library and even a complete home theatre if you want, and out back a sidewalk that runs through a nice garden with plenty of flowers and greenery if you want to take a walk. And I've got to admit that it would sure be nice to have someone to come home to." I began thinking again. But no, I couldn't do it! I wasn't gay but Lawrence had been the perfect gentlemen at all times, really. And he had been more than generous too! He really understood my weakness for my "hobby." "A trial period?" I asked once again, this time with a more serious tone. "Of course! You can even have your own room, and I'll continue to pay you what you would be making if you kept your job! You decide to leave and you'll still have something to get by on if you decide to move out. I think that's a pretty safe bet!" he continued. "Just imagine, you'll have a whole house in a nice secluded area of an exclusive suburb. You'll spend your days in dresses, and your nights in nightgowns on satin sheets. You'll have the time and the wardrobe to dress as feminine as you like and plenty of room to relax and move around. You can let your nails grow out and keep them painted all the time, you can keep your hair styled soft and feminine too and never have to comb it back to hide the look you enjoy. You can play the part of lady-of-the- house to the hilt, to your hearts content. Give it another three months. Deal?" I waited for my thoughts to catch up with me then made a decision. This first month-long trial period was set to end in only three days. Then the day after that the movers arrived as I phoned in to quit my job on the spot. Riding with Lawrence we left the city and drove to the tree lined suburbs. Each house had plenty of room with huge lots. I had seen fancier and bigger places on TV and in the movies, but this was pretty much the limit of my experience. As we drove through the gates at the entrance to the estate I marveled at the property as we drove up the long private drive. That part of the suburb was a gated community already and the whole area Lawrence owned was fenced off yet again like the other properties and the huge trees and bushes lining the area gave it a secluded almost country like feel. It was quiet and very private. The house was large. It was one of those rustic two story affairs with timbers and fieldstone and a large drive way turn that sat next to an attached four car garage. Lawrence pushed the button on the remote and soon we were pulling inside. The place was just like he said it was. It had a half a dozen large bedrooms besides the even larger master bedroom. It had a huge kitchen with a dining nook and a large formal dining room that sat through an adjoining archway. The living room was grand and included a large fireplace and plenty of opulent furniture. I could see the pool from the kitchen window. It was even enclosed so it could be used year around. The pool house, the gardens and the back yard could be seen beyond that. He had contracted with a service to do all the outside work, even snow removal so my only duties would be indoors. I saw the home gym down stairs and storage areas and back upstairs was amazed at seeing the private library, office space and the complete home theatre that Lawrence said he really enjoyed. The house had everything! I then noticed all my things stacked in boxes in the front entryway. My apartment had come furnished so there wasn't furniture but it was amazing that all the stuff that filled my old apartment looked like such a small pile sitting in the main front entryway. "You can sort through this stuff now if you want" Lawrence said "Or better yet, why don't you go ahead and change out of those street clothes." I was a bit worried maybe because of all the space but Lawrence assured me that we were alone. I asked him what about the yard staff and he said they always called before coming to work and that I could spend the time in my room or the home theatre or anywhere I would feel comfortable staying out of site until they were finished working. But he said that with my looks there wouldn't be a problem and that I would get better at it and as time went on even more comfortable with it. He then took me to my bedroom on the second floor. I really wasn't prepared for what I saw after he swung open the large white door to my bedroom. It was a large room in a scale the same as the others but this one had been really done up. This was a woman's room! There wasn't any doubt about it! Soft, pale pink, pastel carpeting covered the floor. There were two large dressers, a complete vanity and a queen sized four poster bed! The bed was all done up in ruffles and satin complete with a pink satin comforter. Feminine lace dripped from the canopy of the bed and the treatment continued on to the window curtains which had white nylon chiffon sheers, ruffled valances and rose colored satin curtains pulled back by yet more feminine ribbon and bow treatments to hold them open to let in the afternoon light. All the furniture was white and styled in a very feminine French Provincial. A sweet, feminine perfumed scent hung in the air. I guess I froze a bit before entering but Lawrence took it in stride and guided me inside. It was over the top, like those old "boudoir" movies of the 1930's! It was almost too feminine! He took me to the large walk in closet and opened the double doors to reveal a mountain of clothes! Dresses, skirts and blouses, long formal gowns and night gowns with robes filled the padded satin covered hangars and lined the walls! The floor was filled with rows of high stiletto heeled shoes with five and six inch heels enough to match every outfit in the closet! There were hat boxes, dress boxes and dozens of boxes of all types of old fashioned vintage nylon stockings some with seams, some without and in a complete array of shades on the top shelves among still more boxes too, many in pink from some of those exclusive downtown lingerie and dress boutiques I had been too afraid to visit in person. Upon closer inspection of the closet I began to notice that while there were some contemporary women's clothes, all soft and feminine of course, and upscale too, I noticed that dozens of the dresses were pure vintage and in my size or slightly larger! And these weren't old either, they were all brand new recreations! I couldn't believe the expense Lawrence had gone to! We continued the tour to see a full, complete array of makeup at the large mirrored and lighted vanity with every female doodad imaginable and then explored the large dressers. I was amazed to find them brimming with all manner of feminine lingerie, most of it period stuff from the hyper-feminine 50's era! Dozens of girdles, slips, brassieres and pairs of pantyhose were carefully folded and filled the drawers, in another drawer were several corsets along with cinchers, camisoles, teddies old fashioned garter belts and still more boxes of vintage nylon hosiery, enough to last a lifetime! I couldn't take it all in! We next visited the attached bath that was done up in a pale pink as well. It was large and had a huge tub and a double sink arrangement which sat along a wall in front of a full width mirror. Pastel towels lined the shelves and the heated towel rods. Lawrence suggested that I bathe and change then meet him downstairs after I was properly dressed. He said that since this was my first night he would have dinner catered! But eased my fears by telling me that by the time I was ready to go downstairs the caterers would be gone. He also asked that I bring down all my male clothes after I had bathed and changed. I took my bath then returned to the large bedroom and began selecting an outfit for the evening. With all the choices I now had before me I realized that this could take some time! I somehow managed and by the time I was done the caterers were finished and had left. The food was now in the warming oven. I swished, minced and jiggled down the hallway with a cloud of feminine perfume following all the way and descended the stairs leading to the living room carrying my suit on a hangar in one hand and my wingtips in the other. Lawrence was there standing by the fireplace that was now giving off a warm glow. He instantly noticed me "Set those things with your other stuff in the front hall would you Tiffany dear?" I complied and then returned to the fireplace. Lawrence handed me a glass of champaign then put his arm around me then led me to the huge bay window at the front of the room where we could watch the sun set across the large spacious lawn. "Ready for dinner?" He asked. I nodded still a bit in a whirl with this estate all those clothes and my new, but temporary situation. Lawrence smiled "You just relax and enjoy yourself. When I'm through with you, you'll never want to leave! You'll see." I took in the grandeur of the living room. It was unbelievable I thought, how some people get to live large like this, while so many others have to struggle and scrape just to get by in an endless cycle of misery that never pays off. I had my dreams like any other guy, but what woman wants to date a guy who's always trying to make it and still struggling to get there "someday." Someday, more often than not never comes. Believe it. But here I was, a million times farther than I ever thought I would ever, ever get. Even though it was temporary and I was playing the part of the woman I still couldn't believe it. The clothes and the look weren't the problem really, it was fun after all, my "hobby" even though I was more than maxed out on the feminine side, I enjoyed the high it created, what I refer to as my "brain buzz," I had never been totally dressed for more than three days at a time and wondered what would happen when the days started rolling by. Three months in this female personae might be a pretty tall order and, I couldn't help thinking that down the road there would be something more but for now, I wasn't worried. Then I decided to go with it, go with the moment. For a place like this, yeah, yeah, I'd be the "lady-of-the-house for a while." I'd play the part and be the best lady-of-the-house that Lawrence ever had. He'd get his enjoyment watching me mince around the house cooking and cleaning for him and I would get mine and start salting money away. I let him keep his arm around my waist as he held me close. Then I sipped my champaign as we watched the sun dip below the tree line. That was the start of the evening of day one. Lawrence usually left for work around seven-thirty and returned home by five-thirty in the evening. Although the place was big I got it down to a system and managed to keep it neat as a pin. I did get used to doing all the work and the cooking too all the while dressed in women's clothing! I slept in my feminine, perfumed room at night in my nylon nightgown under soft satin sheets then in the day spent my time totally dressed and in high heels yet again complete with makeup and hairdo! The days started rolling by and things began to settle in. I started getting used to wearing the heels and the petticoats and dresses full time. It wasn't long before I realized that I hadn't worn pants in over two weeks! I realized I was now living like a woman in nearly every way! A few days later the phone rang just after Lawrence had left for the office. In my softest voice I answered. It was the company that did the lawn and trimmed the trees. They said they would be by, by ten that morning. I then locked the house up then grabbed some coffee and went to the upstairs office to work on the computer for a while and planned on staying upstairs until the gardeners were finished. Things went well and they never saw me. I told Lawrence about my day over dinner that night and he reassured me telling me there wasn't anything to be worried about then complimented at how feminine I was becoming. Or at least getting into the swing of things. He appreciated how I had taken to the place and kept it clean and neat and how well I could cook. He then mentioned that three women were going to stop by in the morning. I asked what for and he told me he wanted me to change my hair color and my hair style to a more feminine look and that one of the ladies was a hair stylist. The other lady was a dressmaker who would check my measurements and adjust my wardrobe so I would always look my best. The third lady was to teach me all about feminine comportment. "Charm school?" I asked. Lawrence told me to relax, go with it, and just enjoy!" He had taken great pains in setting everything up and the women who were to be my source of feminine guidance were well remunerated and understood that Lawrence wanted complete anonymity in the matter. "Remember how you were worried about going downtown to the exclusive salons to buy dresses and lingerie?" He asked. "Yes" I answered. "Well, when these ladies start working with you they'll get your look, your clothes and your mannerisms up to speed for a proper lady! With a little effort your feminine training will start to curb your male impulses and mannerisms until they begin to fade. Over the next three months you'll forget how to even act like a man, or for that matter that you ever were one! When they get through with you, you'll be the perfect lady, and you'll pass anywhere." During this time Lawrence never pressured me or groped me. He seemed to prefer watching me and how I was progressing and couldn't wait to see more. I began to notice that over time the little wiggle in my walk was becoming more pronounced and more natural. I also noticed that my hair seemed fuller and that my skin was softer somehow but I attributed that to all those expensive salon soaps and shampoos I was using. The next morning the bell from the main gate rang. I answered the intercom. It was the ladies who were to look in on me! I opened the gates and soon two cars were rolling up the driveway. It was a bit awkward inviting them in but soon the three ladies were standing in the living room entry way looking me over as I stood there in heels, full makeup and a dress! Up until now Lawrence was the only other person who had ever seen me this way. I was a bit uneasy about the whole thing but the ladies were very business like and professional. The dressmaker lady started taking my measurements then went to my bedroom to look over my wardrobe while the hairstylist went to the large laundry room on the main floor off the kitchen to use as a temporary hair salon. She had brought a large case with all her equipment and began setting up immediately. The third lady, the one responsible for teaching me charm and elegance gave me a good look over and had me walk and turn and give a twirl or two. "Well, we've got a start at least. You're much better, and more convincing than most students I've had but you'll get better dear, much better" she said as she then asked for a cup of coffee. "There's some already in the kitchen, help yourself" I said. A few minutes later she was sipping coffee and looking around the living room, getting her plan set and going through a few of her books and magazines on feminine manners while I took a seat in the laundry room. I was about to mention a style or two but the hair stylist lady said "Don't you worry dear, Mr. Gordon has already told me exactly how he wants your hair done. You just relax and let me do all the work" she said as