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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 fetch 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 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 stop 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 cross-dressers 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
vulnerable. 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.
PART TWO
I walked briskly and my needlepoint heels were clicking
furiously on the stone pavement. My short, but fluffy skirt
relentlessly stroked against my thighs with every footstep. The
chilly wind mercilessly encircled around my tights-covered-
otherwise-naked legs. Reacting to these situations, my little
friend was getting a bit hot and flushed in its silky prison.
I tried to ignore his awakening and focused on the pedestrians'
clothing instead. Looking around casually, I realized that most
of the women did not wear skirts as short as mine. I guessed my
choice was not practical in this weather condition and I thought
some ladies were looking at me with disapprovals. They must have
thought that I was some sort of a tart to dress in such a tiny
skirt. Even Miss Ally McBeal would shake her head in disbelief
too.
In contrast to the women, the guys were staring at me with hot
lust, in particular to my girlish legs. I could feel them
undressing me and wanted to violate me on the spot. I felt so
vulnerable in their presences, even though I knew that none of
them would actually do that in the public.
In between the feeling of being hated by the girls and being the
object of affection by the guys, I sensed a growth of my
superiority over these people. Nevertheless, a bursting growth
of erection was also felt in my groin.
I had an oh-so-naughty thought in my mind, and decided to add a
little sway in my walk and smiled demurely at a couple who
noticed me. I saw from the corner of my eyes, that the guy kept
turning his head to look at me with a silly grin. And while his
girlfriend was pulling him away, she gave me the cold stare. I
giggled to myself after they passed me.
Brushing my wind-swept hair out of my face with a demure
gesture, I looked up to the gloomy sky that was starting to
darken very rapidly. I realized that I was getting late now and
quickened my pace to make my way to the bus terminal. My nylon-
clad feet began to ache in these new high-heel boots, but I
could not dawdle anymore as I was already fifteen minutes late.
As I approached closer to my destination, I felt a pang of
anxiety building up in me. I wondered how were mom and dad going
to react if they saw me decked out in this kind of clothes. But
I had no other solutions for me to arrive on time. I thought I
would stick to the truth and told them the accident in the
boutique as a matter of fact. I thought they would understand
which I hope they would be.
From a distance, I distinguished a familiar navy blue wagon
parked near the bus terminal. My worried-looking mom was
prancing near that vehicle and was checking her watch
frantically. My dad was in the car with his arm hanging limply
out of the window.
"Alright, here's goes," I whispered to myself.
I strolled quietly to her back, trying to keep down that
distinctive feminine clicking heels sound. I stopped and tapped
her shoulder gently.
She turned around sharply and chided, "Oh Pete! Why are you so
late? Do you not know...?"
"Oh! I am so sorry, Miss! I thought it was my son;" my mom
apologized hysterically to me.
"Mom, it's me! Pete! See?" I tore away my shades and stared at
her in the face.
She had a quizzed gaze as she scanned every inch of my features.
Her eyebrows began to raise, eyes widened and her hands flew to
her mouth instantly.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She exclaimed bewilderedly.
"Mom! Will you quiet down please?" I pleaded urgently.
I did not want to cause a commotion and be embarrassed in the
public. Fortunately, there was no one around us. But her bawling
calls alarmed my dad, who almost jumped out of his seat.
"Honey, what happened?" Dad called out to mom while rushing to
her side. He held her from behind and was supporting her, as she
seemed to be fainting.
"Your son...! He... he has turned ga... gay!" She stammered, and
pointed a trembling finger at me.
Dad looked at me carefully with his eyebrows knitted closely. He
always did that when he was puzzled by some mind-bugging
problems.
"Holy Christ! Peter Miller! What do you think you are doing?" He
blunted out.
I knew that dad was hot under the collar now. He had a habit of
calling out my full name if I pissed him off. I needed to
explain everything quickly and forcefully. He would not listen
to me if I let him continue to explode with such anger.
"Dad! Calm down! I can explain everything!" I stated myself
strongly.
"Right! You better be!" He grunted deeply.
I breathed in the cold air deeply to prepare myself. Dad was
still staring at me with his blazing eyes and mom was recovering
from her initial state of shock. Both of them were waiting for
my explanation now.
I began calmly, "well, you see, Dad."
"I was going to mop the floor in Mrs. Graham's shop and I had an
accident," I told him truthfully. "I slipped and fell down."
My mom interrupted with a look of concern, "Oh Pete! Are you
injured?"
"I fell on my bum, it still hurt slightly. But I'm fine," I
assured her. My dad was expressionless, and seemed to want me to
carry on with my explanation.
I continued, "well, my clothes were all wet, and I thought I
could not make it here unless I came naked."
"Then I thought I could reach here on time if I masquerade as a
girl with the abundance of ladies' wear in the boutique." I said
smugly.
"But you could have asked me to fetch you or something," Dad
argued.
I rebutted strongly, "then it will be too late for us to get to
the Christmas dinner! Besides, there is no way you can fetch me.
There is a huge traffic jam there right now!"
Dad quieted down, and tried to figure some another solutions to
reason with me.
"Dad! There is no need to get angry over this. Its just
clothes." I declared.
"But..." Dad stuttered a little.
I thought I won this argument hands down. There was no way you
could fight against reasons and facts, could you?
Dad tried his last shot at me, "so, now what? You are telling me
that you are going to the dinner dressed like this?"
"Oh, come on! Dad! My luggage bag is in the car," I relented
immediately.
Both mom and dad brighten up together as if on cue and let out
a cry, "Ahhh!"
My parents finally got the picture that I was trying to paint
for them. I was relieved that this little dressing up adventure
was going to end here. I was starting to get a little anxious
about my weird girlish behaviors when I wore these girl clothes.
Heck! I even flirt with a guy just now, and was pretty pleased
with myself when his girlfriend threw her bitchy stares at me.
"Pete! Which one is yours?" Dad asked, while rummaging among the
bags in the boot of the car.
I walked towards him to help find my bag. I told him, "the blue
one with three white stripes running across the middle."
"Huh? There is no such bag," Dad announced.
"No way!" I cried.
I did not believe him and searched the boot myself thoroughly.
I even checked all the seats carefully, but there was no sight
of my extremely noticeable bright blue bag.
"Mom! Did you put my bag in the car as I asked you to?" I spoke
with a slight tremble on my lips.
She replied wide-eyed, "I didn't take it because I was busy
packing all the stuff. I asked your father to take it."
"No you didn't! I never hear it!" Dad quickly jumped to his
defenses.
She immediately accused, "Yes I did! You were sitting down there
reading the newspaper and I asked you to take Pete's bag!"
I stood lamely at the back of the car and stared at the mess of
luggage bags lying in the boot. My parents were still in the
heat of the quarrel, it would take some time before they got
tired of it. I looked up to the graying sky and I never felt so
helpless before in my life.
I guessed I could not go to the dinner after all these troubles
I went through. I sighed deeply and cursed my luck. I looked to
my parents who were silent now, but they were not looking at
each other. I could not embarrass them by going to the dinner,
dressed as I was.
"Dad, Mom. I guess I will take the subway home. You guys enjoy
yourselves, okay?" I told them reluctantly.
Both of them turned to look in my direction. Dad looked quite
sad with a frown face, and mom was getting teary eyes. I
strolled over to them and gave a hug to each of them. Dad was
resisting it slightly, as I thought he was most probably not
used to hug a son in drag.
"Merry Christmas to you! And give my regards to the rest of the
family, especially to Aunt Jasmine!" I said cheerfully.
I gave a half smile and turned to the direction of the subway.
As I walked slowly away from them, my dad called out, "No! Wait,
Pete!"
I stopped my stride and turned around to face them again.
"What is it, Dad?" I asked, solemnly.
While my dad scratched his brown hair, he said uneasily,
"just... just come along; we will figure something along the
way..."
"You sure about this?" I quizzed.
My mom added quickly, "if you are okay with it, then we are fine
about it."
Dad nodded in agreement with mom quickly. I thought about this
matter long and hard. Finally, I just shrugged my skinny
shoulders and answered, "Oh well, I'm cool."
For a minute, we just stared at one another. Gradually, a smile
formed on every face and we burst out laughing hard.
"Oh come on! Let's go now. We are very late already." Dad
exclaimed to us.
He rushed to the driver seat and started to warm up the cold
engine.
Mom said out loud, "I will seat at the back, I need to talk to
Pete."
My mom opened the back seat door and urged me to go into the car
first. I sashayed over to her with a limp-wristed hand that was
clutching my pink handbag. I sat on the seat with bottom first
before swinging both my legs in together. I did not notice that
my mom was staring hard at me with a bewildered face.
"Where did you learn that?" She questioned me, looking very
amazed.
Unknowingly, I responded, "learnt what?"
"Nothing, you just get in further. I need to sit down;" Mom
reacted in a casual fashion.
Dad checked upon us using the rear view mirror and said
jokingly, "everything all right back there, girls?"
"Dad!" I retorted immediately to his plural reference of the
'girls'.
Mom murmured under her breath, "oh boy, we do have a problem."
"Huh?" I answered.
"Nothing really. Everything's fine, Harold," Mom told dad
flatly.
The engine roared as my dad stepped on the accelerator hard and
we were on our three hours long journey to the Christmas dinner.
To be continued.
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