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The Christmas Eve Worker Part Six
By Silly Sissy Sarah
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- Sarah's words -
Hello, girls! It's me again. My speed is terribly slow but I'm
still writing. Maybe I should add another adjective to my name,
Slow Silly Sissy Sarah. (Laughs). Please enjoy the story. :)
***
"I'm so bushed!" complained Alice as she dove straight into the
bed gratefully. Her cropped skirt rode up her hips in the
process. Inevitably, it bared her panties again. But strangely,
I didn't look away as a nerdy boy would have done. And I wasn't
ogling at her crotch like a pervert either. It was purely
admiration. I was thinking about how nice her panties looked on
her. They were peach colored and made of cotton. Although the
design was plain and simple, it accentuated her cheerful and
straightforward character.
Ashley noticed that I was observing at her unsuspecting sister.
She whispered, "Are you staring at her panties?"
I stuttered, "No, I wasn't! I mean I was ... just admiring her
pretty panties. No, I mean they looked nice on her!"
Ashley let loose a giggle. "Ahh! I'm just teasing you, Petra! I
know you're not leering at her like a guy would. Girls can tell
apart this sort of thing. It's our sixth sense!"
"What are you guys talking about? Tell me!" demanded Alice in a
playful tone. Ashley replied teasingly, "Oh, it's nothing! Petra
SAID your panties are NICE and PRETTY."
Well, she got me in a spot. I blushed furiously in
embarrassment. With a hint of scheming sparkle in her eyes,
Alice began slowly, "so, you think my panties are nice?"
"Yeah, sort of," I shrugged.
She prompted, "What makes you think they are nice?"
I admitted coyly, "Well, erm ... I like the color and the small
bow at the front. There's a bit of lacy patterns at the sides,
which I like very much. I thought they're pretty cute."
Ashley gave an eerie smile as she crossed her arms purposely.
She interjected, "Petra, you know ... No guys would have
answered like that."
"Really?" I said in surprise. I don't see anything wrong about
admiring a well-designed garment, even if it is something
intimate like underwear. I guess working in a boutique makes me
more aware of the design details on clothes.
Alice nodded in agreement with her sister. She stated, "Yes,
she's right. My boyfriend usually said, 'Your ass is so hot
today!' and gropes my bottom. He never notices what kind of
clothes I'm wearing. Only my girlfriends tell that kind of stuff
to me."
"Oh, is that so?" I replied as I bit my lips nervously. Oh
great! I have taken a step further into girlhood. I should have
said, 'Nice ass, baby!' But why didn't I think of that?
Ashley must have sensed my worries over that non-male trait that
I displayed. She held my hands and gave them a quick squeeze.
"Well, Petra. You know, you're different from the other guys.
You are more gentle and sensitive. Besides, you're a girl now,
kind of. And it's all right for girls to admire each other's
figure, clothes and stuff like that."
Her words didn't justify my feelings. I didn't plan to become a
girl, but these girlish behaviors just leaked out of me
subconsciously. At a certain level, I agreed with the twins that
I'm different from the usual guys. But I didn't wish to admit
that I became so feminine, when it was just barely a day I wore
these clothes.
Alice interrupted, "anyway, it's enough talking about my
underwear. Do you need to shower, Petra? Hello, Petra?"
"Erm, yeah," I replied absentmindedly. She shoved me into the
bathroom before I could finish my sentence. Like my mom, she
nagged, "there's a clean towel in the top cabinet. And don't
lock the door. I'll place the clean clothes on the shelf later.
Don't worry! I won't peek at you! And there's the shower foam
and shampoo on the rack near the tub. Remember to use the
conditioner too. By the way, the make-up remover and cleansing
lotion are beside the basin. And, do you want me to scrub your
back? We can have some sisterly fun together!"
"No thanks, Alice! I can bath myself," I declined firmly and
tried to push her out of the door. She popped her head in
forcefully when I was about to close the door. She suggested,
"how about a foot massage?"
"You!" I poked at her side teasingly. She shrieked and jumped
sideway to avoid my assault. I took the opportunity to shut the
door quickly. I turned around to lean against the door and gave
a sigh, when I thought of what Ashley just said to me. I noted
mentally, 'This girl thing will be over after this Christmas.
Just stop thinking about it, okay?'
When I took my panties off, I realized that my little brother
was all shriveled up. Oh gosh, he's been leaking cream all the
while! My pretty silk panties were stained with his dried-up
goo. I guess it couldn't be helped. The poor dude was constantly
aroused by all those happenings and yet, I disallowed his
erections by means of stuffing him between my legs. No wonder I
felt drained tonight!
The bathroom was filled with hot steam from the sprinkler while
I took my quick shower. There was a stack of folded clothes
waiting on the shelf near the basin. I spotted a pair of
familiar-looking panties on top of the pile and examined them
closely. Oh Alice! That little joker! The panties were the exact
design of the pair that Alice wore, except that they were pink
in color. Since mine was in a sticky mess, I gladly pulled the
cotton panties up my legs. My little man started to demonstrate
his grit again. Geez, I don't think he can resist panties of any
kind. I wondered if girls get aroused when they wear their
panties daily. There isn't any funny feeling when I put on my
boxers.
Alice didn't include a new bra in the pile. So I retrieved my
old bra with the breast pads filling those A-cups. The clothes
that Alice placed were pajamas, girl's pajamas to be exact. They
were baby pink and had laces sewn at all the edges. Excitedly,
I donned the sleeveless top and the three-quarter pants. I
tiptoed over to the basin mirror to check out my new look, which
resembled a barefaced girl with her hair still wet from her
bath. I must confess that I have a thing for girls who are fresh
from their showers. The clean-scrubbed face, the damp hair
perfumed with sweet smelling flowery scent from the shampoo and
the clear, soft skin appearance is totally exhilarating!
But somehow, a small part of me felt a little disappointed. I
secretly wished that Alice had lent me a sexy nightie instead of
these girly pajamas. Closing my eyes, I imagined that I was
wearing a translucent lavender babydoll nightie. It had puffy
sleeves; plunging neckline embroidered with multiple laces and
its skirt barely covered my bottom.
Oooh, I felt so sexy and vulnerable! A sudden stinging pain from
my groin woke me up instantly. It was my little brother who
struggled to rise to the occasion, only to be held back by the
bent-in-between-the-legs tactic. Geez, I'm lured to the dark
side again! I shook my head furiously to toss the evil thoughts
away. The pain gradually subsided but I needed to remain in a
slightly bend-forwarding posture while I walked out of the
bathroom uncomfortably.
"I'm done, Alice. Thank you for lending me your pajamas. They
are nice," I said while rubbing my wet locks carelessly with a
towel. Alice screeched, "Stop doing that! It's damaging your
hair!"
"What should I do then?" I knitted my eyebrows in puzzle. Alice
pointed me to the dressing table. I sat obediently on the heart
shaped leather stool. She proceeded to press my damp hair with
the towel repeatedly but gently. Then, she began to blow them
dry patiently with a hair dryer.
While she was pampering me, she whispered naughtily, "So, did
you like the panties I picked?"
"Yeah, I liked them very much," I mumbled demurely.
She giggled, "Oh really? Well, you can have them. They're my
Christmas present for you! And don't worry, they are brand new!"
"Geez... thank you, Alice," I replied awkwardly. "I'm sorry I
don't have any presents for you and Ashley. You know, they are
in my bag which is some hundreds of miles away from here."
Ashley chuckled, "Well, in that case, you can get us some
presents when we go shopping tomorrow!"
"Shopping? What do you mean?" I asked as my eyes widened in
shock. Alice clapped her hands in delight. She exclaimed, "Oh!
Shopping's great! Way to go, Sis!"
Ashley raised her eyebrows. She challenged, "Sweetie, are you
telling me that you're staying in the same clothes of yours for
the next two days?"
Her words gave me an idea. I said excitedly, "hey, you're right!
I can buy some shirts and jeans at the mall! Thanks, Ashley! Why
didn't I think of it? This is great!"
Alice began to frown a little. She asked, "you mean you want to
get boys' clothes, Petra?"
"Well, what else?" I laughed.
Her eyes appeared moist. She almost begged, "no please! Don't
buy those shirts and jeans. I thought you agreed to be a
girl..."
"But I'm a guy, not a girl. And all guys wear shirts and jeans.
What are you talking about?" I reasoned.
Ashley cut in, "She meant you should stay as a girl. And what I
said just now was to tell you to get some new blouses and
dresses!"
I'm getting a bit upset now and raised my voice slightly. "Look,
I wear these female clothes because of the circumstances that
forced me. It's not because I want to dress like a girl. And
now, here's my chance to dress as a guy again. Why would I pass
it on?"
"But you admitted that there are those girl feelings in you.
Don't you want to find out more about yourself? You might be
just a girl mentally," remarked Ashley.
She struck me hard on the part that I didn't wish to admit. I
lied badly, "well, I was confused then. It was just a phase and
it's over. Now, I want to go back as a guy and forget about the
whole thing."
"Confused? I don't think so. You know it's not a phase. And it's
not over yet. No one can be so natural just by putting on some
dresses. People don't switch behavior like that. What's stopping
you now? The male pride?" she opposed.
"What do you know about me? Uncle Joe is disgusted with me and
David is giving me the cold shoulder! My dad doesn't say
anything, but I can tell that he doesn't like it either!"
Alice sobbed, "Ashley, Petra, please stop fighting! The both of
you!"
"So that's it? You're afraid of how others see you? You're
scared if you're really a girl? Be true to yourself, Petra!"
Ashley scorned.
I tried to deny her accusation, but the words were choked in my
throat. I stared angrily at her with my moisture-stung eyes. The
tears threatened to fall if I stayed any longer with them.
Without any hesitation, I rushed into the bathroom to gather my
clothes and ran back to my bedroom.
I locked my door with a quick turn of the bolt knot. The armful
of crumpled clothes became the object of my hatred. In a vexed
swing, I threw them at the wall furiously. While I stood and
stared blankly at my pillow, the streams of tears ran down my
cheeks endlessly. I buried my face into the pillow and cursed,
"stupid Ashley, what do you know? Stupid bitch, I hate you. I
hate you all."
I cried for a very long time before I fell asleep. I dreamed
that I was window-shopping at a mall. There was something in a
shop, which caught my attention. It was a little girl party
dress. The beautiful white dress was made of satin. It shimmered
like a dazzling diamond when I touched its smooth and slippery
sleeve. The surface of the wide skirt was layered with a sheer
white ruffly skirt. There were many layers of soft pink
crinolines beneath the main skirt.
I had a strong desire to put on the pretty dress right away.
Although I was dressed as a guy, it didn't deter me. I took it
quickly into the changing cubicle. The dress was made for a
small child. I knew I could never fit into it but the urge was
driving me crazy. I tore away my clothes hastily.
When I stepped into the dress, my legs shrank slowly. They
became shorter and smaller. As I put my hands through the
sleeves, they shriveled gradually into a child's proportions. My
diminished fingers traced along the back center seam of the
dress and found the zipper. With every inch of the dress
fastening up, my torso regressed until it looked like it
belonged to a five years old child.
I stared at my tiny bare feet and thought that I needed some
proper shoes to match the dress. In an instance, a pair of
little girl's tights wove up my girlish legs. They were white
and had pretty butterflies sewn on them. In a blink of an eye,
my stockinged feet were encased in a pair of white patent
leather Mary Janes. They made my feet looked so dainty with the
thin ankle straps that had the most exclusive silver buckles.
The full-length mirror revealed my permed curly tresses coiffed
in a neat bun. I swung my flared skirt around and did a twirl in
that small space. I looked so beautiful and that made me feel
very pleased with myself.
I rushed out of the stall to present myself for Mommy. "Mommy!
Mommy! How do I look?" I exclaimed excitedly, seeking her
approval. Mommy looked so much younger. She knelt down and
preened my dress nicely. She smiled, "you are the prettiest
little girl Mommy has ever seen."
I blushed bashfully and whispered, "thank you, Mommy. I love
you, Mommy."
Mommy kissed gently on my cheek. She said softly, "I love you
too, Petra. You're my dearest daughter."
Darkness fell upon us and I woke up with a tear running down my
face. That dream was incredibly realistic. It was a strange
dream but it was nice. I stared idly at the ceiling while lying
on the bed. Did the dream reflect what I really wished to be? I
was so free and happy as a girl in that dream. I didn't care
about what the others might gossip about me. It was so natural
for me to be a girl. I pondered over the argument with Ashley.
She knows me better than I know myself. I thought carefully, 'Am
I really a girl in my head? Do I want to pass this opportunity
of finding out who I really wish to be?'
The sun was rising up behind the vast fields. The radiance of
its orange beams penetrated through the snowflake stained window
panels. I sensed their warmth spread out increasingly in my
body. It was especially snug and pleasant after a long cold
winter night. I looked longingly at the pile of crumpled clothes
in the corner of the room. I felt sorry for them. I picked up
them one by one and smoothened the wrinkles gently. There were
hangers in the cupboard. I hung my clothes neatly with the
hangers on the top ridge of the window frame. The soiled panties
were tossed into the hamper near the door.
I tiptoed quietly into my parents' bedroom to retrieve my
toothbrush. I'm glad it wasn't packed inside my missing bag. Mom
wasn't in the room. I assumed she was busy in the kitchen now.
Dad snorted like a pig on the bed. I washed up in their bedroom
toilet. Dad stirred a little when I made my exit from the old
creaking door.
I gazed regretfully at the twin's bedroom across the corridor.
I felt bad about the quarrel with Ashley and that I made Alice
cry so badly. I needed to apologize to them. It wasn't their
fault. They were trying to help me, but I was just too afraid to
face myself.
I moved slowly towards their bedroom. My heart pounded faster
and harder with every step closer to the door. I raised my
knuckles slowly near the wooden panel and hesitated to knock on
it. I glanced at my Powderpuff slippers uneasily and mumbled,
"come on, Petra."
I knocked on the door lightly and called tentatively, "Alice,
Ashley. Are you inside? It's me, Petra. Can I come in? I need to
talk to you."
There wasn't any noise behind the door. I waited for a moment,
but the silence went on for eternity. I figured that they were
still angry with me. As I walked away dejectedly, the door
creaked behind me. I turned around and saw Ashley at the door.
Her eyes shunned away awkwardly when I tried to meet them. I
said softly, "Hi, Ashley."
"Hi." She gave a short and cold reply. I pleaded, "can I come
inside and talk please?"
She shrugged a little and agreed, "sure, come in."
I treaded nervously behind her into the pink bedroom that was
previously filled with our laughter. The place seemed to be so
cold and distant to me now. Alice came out of the bathroom and
noticed my presence. She forced a smile and greeted, "good
morning, Petra."
"Good morning, Alice." I replied uncomfortably. Ashley sighed,
"well, take a seat first."
I chose to sit on the dolls-occupied sofa. There wasn't much
room for me, but it's better to put some distances between us to
ease the tension a little. I waited for them to settle down on
the bed. I took a deep breath and began, "I ... I'm sorry ...
about last night. I behaved very badly."
"Ashley, I know that you are trying to help me ... but I
couldn't just pass the chance to redeem myself as a guy," I
paused. "I mean it would be like I'm admitting I'm want to be a
girl without a fight."
Alice seemed a little upset but she kept quiet. Ashley said
regretfully, "Petra, I'm sorry too. We shouldn't force our ideas
onto you. You're right. It's just an accident that made you
dressed as a girl. We'll get some male clothes for you. You have
the right to decide what you want. But we still love you very
much, even if you go back as a guy."
"No, that isn't what I meant!" I stated strongly. "You're right
about me. I'm scared. I'm scared of how everybody will look at
me if I didn't turn out the way they want me to be, ...
especially my parents. I don't want to disappoint them."
I paused to grip hold of my emotions and carried on, "but
there's this side of me that feels peace and happiness when I'm
a girl. I never felt anything like this before. It's like, I
finally get to know myself."
Looking tensely at the girls, I said, "I ... I changed my mind.
I thought about it for a long time last night. I want to remain
dressed as a girl for this Christmas. I want to find out more
about that side of me. And I need your help."
I clenched my pajamas pants and mumbled uneasily, "so ... do you
still want to go shopping with me?"
There was an unnerving feeling lurking in the air. I peeked
nervously at their reactions. In a flash, Alice flung herself
over to me. She held my hands tightly and whined tearfully, "so,
you'll buying blouses, skirts and dresses, won't you? No more
talking about being a boy?"
Respectively, I nodded and shook anxiously to her questions. She
was making me cry with her sobbing. I don't think I shed so many
tears in my life until yesterday. But it felt so wonderful to
let go of myself.
Ashley was always the cool cucumber among us. She placed her
hands on her hips and remarked smilingly, "looks like Petra is
staying with us after all."
We hurried down in our pajamas for breakfast after Alice and I
dried our eyes. The breakfast was pancakes with maple syrup and
butter. There was a splendid aroma of coffee lingering in the
dinning room. I went into the kitchen to find my mother.
"Morning, Mom," I greeted cheerfully. "Erm, Good morning,
Grandma Serena, Aunt Samantha and Aunt Jasmine." The ladies
greeted me back warmly.
"Good morning to you too, sweetie," replied Mom. "You slept
early last night."
I scratched behind my ear unconsciously. I said nervously, "Uh
yeah. I was a little tired from the work."
"All right, Petra. Go and have your breakfast," she said.
I asked earnestly, "the girls are going shopping later at the
mall in the town nearby. I'm joining them. Is it okay?"
Mom raised her eyebrows. She always does that when she suspects
something funny going on. She nodded and agreed, "well, of
course. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves. But who's driving? You
don't have a license yet."
"Ashley is driving Uncle Joe's car. She has the license," I
answered truthfully.
She consented, "well, in this case, I'm not stopping you from
having fun."
"Thanks, Mom." I reached over and pecked lightly on her cheek.
I thought, 'Thank god that she didn't think that shopping is
equal to a chance to buy men's wear.'
Aunt Samantha called, "Wait, Petra!"
Oh no, I hoped she doesn't suggest that idea that I thought just
a second ago. I flashed my megawatts smile at her, as if it
would halt her brain activities momentary. I replied sweetly,
"Yes, Aunt Samantha?"
"We're out of eggs. I guess we got carried away with the cooking
yesterday. Honey, can you remind Alice to get two dozens of eggs
from the supermarket while you're at the mall?" requested Aunt
Samantha.
Whew! I nearly wet myself in my panties. I assured thankfully,
"sure, I'll do that."
Gladly, I proceeded to join the sisters at the table. We had a
quick meal. Ashley assumed that it's wiser to leave before the
men get to the table. They'll have a lot to say if they find out
about our shopping trip. In particular, my participation in the
shopping trip as a girl.
In no time, we changed our clothes but I insisted to do so in
separated rooms. I don't want to take advantage of the girls and
neither I was ready to undress myself in front of them. Alice
lent me a black spaghetti strap top. It had a slogan 'Girls
Rulez' emblazoned in a shocking pink shade. It matched my pink
denim flared miniskirt perfectly. Ashley wrapped a long black
wool scarf around my neck. One of the ends nearly touched my
skirt hemline. She placed a white and pink vertical striped
pattern woolen pull-on hat on my head firmly. She insisted that
this is the trendiest look for this winter.
The girls looked gorgeous in their outfits. Alice wore a pink
cotton collarless jacket above a floral pattern sleeveless top.
She had a pleated Scottish kilt. A brown decorative leather
strap belt was draped loosely on her womanly curves. Ashley got
herself a pink halter neck top to go with a black leather
miniskirt.
I noticed that our clothes looked a little similar. I commented,
"I see that we all have pink on us and we're wearing black
tights."
"That's right. And not only that, we picked our shortest skirts
to match yours too!" said Alice gleefully.
I was puzzled and asked, "But why would you want to do that?"
"Well, you see ... when we girls go out together, we have to
agree about the common dress theme. Like spunky, classy, sexy or
the girl-next-door look. It helps to identify us as a group. And
besides, no girl will want dress totally different from her
girlfriends. She'll be sticking out like a sore thumb and it's
pretty embarrassing," she explained.
I remarked, "but what if you happen to wear exactly the same as
your friend?"
Ashley interjected, "silly, we always discuss our clothes over
the phone! We won't get caught in a situation like that."
I took a while to absorb the information. I never know that
girls coordinated their clothes like that. Guys don't really
care about clothes that much. We just put on a shirt and a pair
of jeans and we are good enough to go anywhere.
Alice did my makeup again. I begged her to help me since I still
couldn't figure out the cosmetics stuff littered on the dressing
table. She grumbled, "you know, you ought to learn to do this
yourself next time."
"But you're doing such a great job! I feel so beautiful now, my
loyal servant. Like a pretty princess," I commented playfully.
She held up a menacing-looking eyelash curler and made terrible
snipping noises with it. She threatened wickedly, "oh yeah? Bet
you won't feel pretty any longer when I pinch you with THIS!
Princess Petra!"
"No!" I shrieked laughingly as I avoided her attack. She chased
me around the bedroom for a couple of rounds before she gave up.
She panted, "well, you ran pretty fast, my Lady. I'll let you
off this time. Oh, look at the time now! I haven't done my face
yet."
While the girls dolled up themselves, I played with Saber who
was lying lazily on the soft plush carpet. I stroked his back
and cooed, "good doggy, let me scratch your back. Your fur is so
soft!"
Saber twitched his nose while he sat up alertly. I thought
something caught his attention. He sniffed the air around
himself excitedly. Eventually, his gleaming gaze fell upon me.
He wore what looked like a big goofy smile on his face. I asked
curiously, "what is it, Saber?"
In an instant, Saber pinned me down under his huge paws. He kept
nosing and sniffing at my exposed panties. I struggled to get
away from him but he's too strong and heavy. I screamed
hysterically, "help! Ashley! Saber's crazy! Get him off me!
Quick!"
I stared pleadingly at the girls for help. They didn't seemed
like they're going to help me in any moment. Ashley had a
puzzled expression while she looked on. Her evil twin laughed
hilariously. Finally, Ashley pulled her massive dog away. Saber
was reluctant to leave me alone. He tried to pounce on me again
but Ashley reined him firmly.
Ashley scolded, "bad dog! SIT!"
"Oooh, Saber revenged for me. Good dog!" Alice chuckled. "And by
the way, Saber does that to girls only."
"What do you mean? I don't see him doing that to you!" I asked
crossly. I'm still a little traumatized from that shocking
experience.
Ashley took over from Alice and explained, "because we're his
owners. He won't dare to do that to us."
She continued, "well, Saber has a reputation for harassing
girls, especially the pretty ones. He likes to smell their
scents. To put it plainly, he's just horny!"
"What?" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe that a dog tried to get
fresh with me. Alice interrupted, "saber can tell boys' smells
and girls' scents apart. In another words, Saber thought you're
a girl!"
Her words dropped like a bomb. Am I that much of a girl that
even an animal with such a sensitive nose couldn't differentiate
if I'm a guy?
Ashley attempted to give a scientific explanation. She analyzed,
"maybe your hormones level changes. Human hormones tend to vary
with our emotions, more or less. Guys have female hormones too,
only in a lesser amount, I guess, maybe because you decided to
be a girl for these two days. Then perhaps your girl emotion
raises over your boy emotion. Hence, your female hormones go up
as well and resulted Saber to think that you're a real girl!"
This is getting rather weird. Mentally as a girl, yes, I
admitted that it was possible. But the physical change that
Ashley suggested was beyond absurdity. I waved off that
possibility entirely. I laughed nervously, "nah, that's not
possible! I think Saber is too hungry. That's why he's gone
crazy, poor Saber. Don't you feed him in the morning?"
Alice mumbled under her breath, "whatever you say, Sister."
"What did you say, dear Alice?" I asked in an impious manner.
She grinned, "nothing. Let's go shopping now!"
Alice raced out of the door and headed downstairs quickly.
Ashley followed her swiftly. Saber looked at me with his lustful
eyes again once the girls left. I yelled terrifyingly, "Wait for
me! Don't leave me behind!"
> To be continued.
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