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The Christmas Eve Worker
By Silly Sissy Sarah
"Okay, one more task to go and I'm done here," I spoke aloud to myself.
Today is Christmas Eve and most employers around the world would give
holiday leaves to their employees to celebrate this special day. Mrs.
Graham, my boss, unfortunately does not allow such privileges to me,
Peter Miller.
Mrs. Graham owns a fairly decent ladies' boutique at one of those more
prestigious shopping streets. She employed a total of three workers,
namely, April and Jenny as the sale girls, and me, the delivery boy who
is also the cleaner that does the occasional light bulb fixing and
plumbing job.
Mrs. Graham, being the boss, had gone home before noon for her dinner
preparations. April and Jenny bolted out immediately after we closed the
shop at three o'clock. They did not even offer to help out to clean and
tidy up the place. There was not even a look of guilt on their faces
when they left.
So here I am at four o'clock, after sorting out today's takings in the
cash register, hanging the clothes and arranging the shoes back to their
original states, is left with the last thing to do, moping the marble
tiled floor.
"Damn! It's already four!" I cursed, after taking a glance at the face
of the cuckoo clock hanging behind the counter.
I promised to meet up with my family at the bus terminal at half past
four for the Christmas dinner with all the relatives. It is a custom for
us to reunion annually at my grandmother's house in the countryside. It
will take a three-hour ride to reach there.
"No time to spare now!" I thought.
I fetched the mop and the pail hastily from the washroom. Unexpectedly,
I slipped on the wet washroom tiles and fell down on my bottom. The pail
of detergent-mixed water tumbled onto my body, splashing its content all
over me.
"Owww! My butt..." I cried out in pain, sitting on the wet floor.
I slowly got up while rubbing my sore bottom. I was totally drenched
from head to toe. There was not much choice about what to do now. I
discontinued with the moping and kept the mop and pail back. I did not
want to catch a cold, especially on a holiday. So, I stripped myself and
washed off the soapy water. I remembered Mrs. Graham kept some towels in
the cabinet. I found them and dried my body quickly.
I got a larger towel and wrapped around my waist. I limped slightly to
the sofa and sat down gently, trying not to sit on the sore part of my
bottom.
"What am I going to do now?" I thought to myself anxiously. There is no
way I could make it on time, let alone leaving this place.
I tried to consider all my options. First, I did not bring any extra
clothes with me, and second, it was impossible for me to wear those
damped clothes. I would freeze to death, considering this extremely cold
weather. Third choice, I could call Dad to drive to this shop and get my
clothes from the luggage bag in the boot of his car. Good thinking!
I remembered something, "Oh no, wait!"
I rushed to the window and peeped behind the drawn curtains. Yes, my
guess was right. The roads are heavily congested and the traffic is
barely moving. Dad could drive up to this street, but it would take two
hours to get in and two hours to leave here. One of the reasons why Mrs.
Graham chose to operate here was due to its busy traffic and streets
were always filled with people. Moreover, it is Christmas Eve and
everyone is rushing home now.
I slumped onto the nearest sofa. I winced with pain, as I sat down hard
on my bruised bottom. I lost hopes of leaving this place. I could call
my family to go without me, while I slept here overnight to wait for my
clothes to dry.
"What a way to celebrate Christmas!" I sighed at my unlucky situation.
As I lay on the sofa, and rolled to rest on the good side of my bottom,
an ingenious idea flashed across my mind!
There are clothes everywhere in this shop, but the only problem is that
they are all women's clothes and I am a guy. I did some quick thinking.
I could pretend to be a girl with these available dry and clean clothes.
I thought this would work, because I knew I could pass as a girl well.
Although I may be seventeen years old, but puberty never seemed to get
me. My childlike face and skinny body are incredibly deprived of hair,
and my voice is still whiny like Mickey Mouse. And the worse part is
that, I seemed to have stopped growing because I am still the same
height of 5"4 since three years ago. Recently, people started mistaking
me for a girl. I guessed I could not blame them since I made the girl-
look more convincing with my long hair, which had already grown past
below my shoulders.
My plan is that I would dress up as a girl to walk down the streets to
meet up with my parents thirty minutes from now. I would explain the
situation to them, and changed into the clothes from my packed luggage
bag, which my Mom loaded into the car this morning. And we are on our
way!
"Oh God! Am I smart or what?" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Okay! Better get your butt moving, girl!" I said, practically jumping
out of my seat.
'Girl'? Now where did that come from? Geez, I left the thought at that
and hurried to gather my disguises.
I figured out that the dressing up would be a lot faster if I started
picking my clothes from inside to outside. So, I went over to the
lingerie section first. I picked the plainest looking panties. It was
light pink and had two rows of lacy pattern embroidered on the front
panel with a tiny cute bow decorating the center of the design. As I
pulled up the silky material up my legs, a cold tingling sensation swept
through my skin and my little friend became very aroused.
This caused a significant bulge after I wore my panties. I heard that
crossdressers tucked their penises between the legs to give more
convincing appearances. I tried shoving it down, but its semi-erected
state caused much trouble keeping it down. After a hard struggle, I
managed to subdue it and tucked it swiftly between my legs. I glanced
down at my crotch and it seemed like I was totally flat down there, just
like a girl. Fascinating!
Next, I needed to select a matching bra with a front clasp design. I
deduced it would be easier to put on than a back clasp bra. I knew that
I am a thin or should I say scrawny small-frame guy, so I estimated size
range from thirty to thirty-four would be a safe bet. I tried those
sizes and found that size 32A fitted just nice and snug.
I stepped in front of the full-length mirror to check if I wore my bra
correctly.
"Hmmm, something is missing," I pondered while staring at my lingerie-
clad image in the mirror.
"Oh, I got it!" I clapped my hand with delight.
"They got to be here somewhere..." I murmured as I searched the drawers
below the counter.
"Oh, there they are!" My eyes gleamed brightly.
I pulled out a couple of those removable breast pads, and stuffed one
each into the empty cups of my bra.
"Much better now," I checked myself again in the mirror, looking
satisfied now.
Now, I wondered if I am supposed to wear the skirt or the pantyhose
first. Guys usually wear their trousers and followed by their socks, but
if I wear the skirt first, it would be pretty hazardous to pull the
pantyhose all the way to the waist while holding up the skirt.
I decided to go for the pantyhose first. I grabbed a package from the
Stockings and Socks shelf. It was a pair of black opaque tights and was
slightly on the thicker side. I guessed it would be more suitable for
this cold and harsh weather, rather than those silky thin stockings
which most of our customers preferred to purchase.
Although it looked quite durable, I handled it carefully as I remembered
Jenny once commented how easy you could cause a run by a simple scratch
from the fingernail. I gathered the right stocking leg into a bunch and
slipped my foot into it, leaving the bunch-up hose rested at my ankle.
Then I proceeded with another foot similarly.
Slowly, I pulled up the tights up my hairless legs. Again, there was
this tingling feeling which made me extremely aroused. My little buddy
started to stir in my panties, and caused great discomfort as he tried
to 'salute'. Luckily, it took just a while to pacify him.
I stood up and looked into the mirror eagerly. Wow! I am really looking
at some slender girl legs! My legs looked so feminine in these tights. I
could not help it but I had to strike several girlish poses with my sexy
legs. After I struggled to drag myself away from the mirror, I went
rummage around for a suitable skirt.
I spotted a bright pink double-skirting denim miniskirt and fell in love
with it. Since guys have flat bottoms, the fluffy, wavy double-skirting
design really helped to make my rear looked plumper. The skirt's hemline
fell slightly above mid-thigh, I was not sure if Mom would approve if I
was showing too much flesh. It would not be ladylike if you exposed
yourself too much.
Huh? What am I thinking about? Mom would surely be shocked to see her
son in drag, no matter the length of the skirt. I had been having many
weird thoughts ever since I started this dressing up ten minutes ago. Am
I going nuts or what?
I took another look at the clock and cried. "Oh no! Left ten more
minutes to go!"
I tiptoed across the room to the blouse racks for the reason that I did
not want to dirty the new pantyhose. I fumbled among the rows of
blouses, and finally settled with a white sleeveless cotton turtleneck.
I put it on immediately and went looking for the nearest mirror.
"Oh boy!" I gasped breathlessly.
I looked so much like a girl already with my shoulder passing blond
hair. I mean I knew that I looked somewhat androgynous when I wore guy
clothes. It was rather usually that sometimes strangers mistaken me for
a girl. But now with all the girl clothes, there was no doubt I am
staring at a teenage girl in the mirror.
The funny feeling started coming back again. I felt so feminine that I
wanted to act girlish and coy to match my appearance. I was like, being
possessed and pranced to the counter table, with my hands limp-wristed
to get a hairbrush. I brushed out my usually combed back look and did a
side parting with my fringe and brushed down the sides to frame my face
in a girlish fashion. I was so mesmerized by my own image that I fell
into a trance.
"No time for self-admiring now," I chided myself softly in a light and
high-pitch voice.
I flounced over to a pair of knee-high black boots in one corner and
checked the label for size.
"Size six! My size! Oh, I am so lucky to have small feet!" I giggled.
I realized that it was easy to wear boots if you wore stockings or
pantyhose. My feet just slipped into the boots effortlessly and I
promptly zipped up the boots. These boots had skinny heels that were
four-inches high, but I did not fumble even when I was a first timer
walking in high heels. I just walked naturally as if I was cat-walking
on a runway, swaying my hips from side to side and putting a foot in
front of another in small, delicate steps. What is happening to me?
"What's next?" I asked myself, putting a finger on my chin
unconsciously.
"Makeup? Yes, that's right!"
I searched all the drawers but I could not find any cosmetics. I guessed
April and Jenny did not leave any of them around. I was fairly saddened,
but I brightened up as I thought I could ask for some makeup from Mom
when I meet her later.
Ask from Mom? Makeup? I must be out of my mind! I am going to remove
these clothes once I got my luggage bag. Why would I need makeup unless
I am going to the dinner as a girl? Impossible!
"Calm down! Peter Miller," I commanded myself loudly.
These girl clothes were screwing my head up. I realized that if I did
not leave now, I would be very late to meet up with my family. I better
leave all these very weird thoughts as they were.
"Yeah! I would get out of these clothes once I got my bag," I assured
myself.
I found a pair of black leather lady gloves and slipped them on. They
were tight, but they made my hands looked so slender and long with the
pointy fingertips. I wore a dark brown trendy looking lady coat with
furry lining on the inside. The coat was not very lengthy as it only
covered slightly above the hemline of my skirt. My legs would be
relatively exposed to the cold weather, but I thought I would appear
pretty sexy that way.
In order to prevent any friends from recognizing me, I wore a pair of
large J-Lo purple shades, which basically covered the top part of my
face.
I supposed I am done now after I threw my wallet, mobile phone and keys
into a pink handbag since I did not have any pockets to hold them now.
"All right, here goes nothing!" I unlocked and opened the heavy front
door nervously.
A strong gust of freezing wind blew fiercely into the shop, and it
nearly blown me away since I did not have much footing in these high-
heel boots. The wind that blew up into my skirt was unbelievable. It
made me felt naked below the waist and awfully venerable. As the wind
stroked my stocking-clad legs, it brought back the tingling sensation
and woke up my little buddy again.
I stepped out of the boutique, closed and locked the place up. I gave
the door a final push to ensure it was truly locked. I minced my way
down the short staircase and joined into the busy crowd to make my way
to meet my parents.
To be continued...?
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