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I remember a period of 6 months or so when I was 15 during which I
would have the house to myself for 3 or 4 hours everyday after school.
My sister was 20 and had an after college job in a caffeine town and
my mother had begun to work again in the evenings now that we were old
enough to take care of ourselves. During this time I actually enjoyed
doing my homework, simply because I could do it dressed like a
schoolgirl. I would throw off my offensive boy's uniform of grey pants,
white shirt and black jersey, and also my hated boxer shorts. The day
in question, my boxers were quickly replaced with silky white knickers
trimmed with lace and a matching bra, which were my only girl undies at
the time. (I can remember the embarrassment of bringing them to the
counter, fit to cry imagining what the salesgirl was thinking about
me).
Now, just across the hall, at the bottom of my sister's wardrobe, was a
bag of her old clothes including the school skirt and jersey she had
finished with 2 years before. That was of no interest to me. What did I
want with a baggy jumper and a skirt that was longer than knee length
on my taller sister? Two weeks ago I had made a little trip into the
attic to check the bags of really old clothes up there and among some
other great stuff I had found part of an old school uniform of my
sister's: A little white blouse and a pleated gray skirt. It was these
that I fished out of the back of my closet now. The shirt clung tightly
to my stomach and padded bra, even with the top two buttons open. The
skirt, When drawn up my trembling legs hovered above mid-thigh and
flared out beautifully. Oooooh! Next, a trip to my sister's room was
needed for the finishing touches.
Less than five minutes later I emerged in black 3' heels and white knee
socks, with my jaw length hair in pigtails with white ribbon. No
shaving or plucking for me back then, I added lip gloss and mascara and
I had the face of an angel, all big brown eyes and pink pout. After a
few minutes of posing and squirming in front of the mirror I decided it
was too nice a day to spend inside and that I should adjourn to the
back garden with a book. I had done this many times before and felt
pretty safe once I kept an eye on the clock. I skipped down the stairs
and to the door, pausing just long enough to grab the house phone from
it's cradle. It wouldn't do to have mum leave an "I'm coming home
early" message without my knowledge. Perfect! I thought stepping out
into the warm sunshine and twirling around the patio. Forgetting my
book, I spent the next 20 minutes mincing around our large garden,
wiggling and giggling for all I was worth, As the strengthening wind
blew my pigtails and skirt skywards.
My bliss vanished as I heard the back door suddenly slam with a
terrific bang. I half expected to see a face glaring back at me from
the kitchen as I looked through the glass of the door, but it was just
the wind. I knew there was no one inside but my carefree mood was
shattered as I clicked back to r-open the door. It was silly to be
acting so carelessly. "Good luck won't hold out forever", I told myself
silently. How right I was. The door was stuck. The vertical bolt at the
bottom of the door had been jarred loose and slid into it's hole in the
floor. I was locked out, keyless and hopeless! I had horrific
premonitions of my mother letting me in and forcing me to explain
myself. How the hell do I explain this? I didn't buy this girly
underwear by accident. This mini-skirt didn't fall out of the attic (or
from heaven for that matter). Pigtails are not the latest craze for
teenage boys. All this is obvious, but why am I dressed like this? I
have no idea. How could I know? Please don't make me add tears to this
caricature of girlish innocence before you.
No, I had to avoid negative thinking. I have the phone, who would I
normally ring if I was locked out? Damn, it has to be mum. "Hello?"
"Hi, mum, it's Robert" "Oh, hi Rob, is everything okay?" "Yeah,
fine...eh, well y'see I kinda locked myself out of the house" "Oh shit.
Hmmm, let's see, I won't be home until nine or so, same as Laura.
Actually, the only thing is to call to Ann Lee at no. 27, she has our
spare. I'll give her a ring to let her know you're coming, okay? I have
to go now, love, See you later, Byyyyyyyye." "Eh, yeah but mum...mum?
Shit."
Shit. I might have cried then and there if I hadn't realized that I was
staring at my deliverance on the clothesline: jeans and a t-shirt. Oh
thank you God, I'll be good from now on. I had never been so happy to
see my own clothes. Skip forward five minutes and all the offending
garments were stashed behind a flower pot, all make-up had been
scrubbed and hair was damp and forced back off my face. I didn't even
leave my girly underwear on. I had no shoes, but hey, people get locked
out all the time, it's not something you plan. Mrs. Lee lived three
doors up at no. 27. She was a divorcee about the same age as my mother
with a distinctly Mediterranean look and she was a genuine and happy
woman. She and my mother got on well but didn't live in each other's
pockets, mum being a busy woman and Mrs. Lee keeping to herself most of
the time.
I knocked, she answered with not a flicker of recognition on her face.
"Hello, can I help you?" "Ehm, hello Mrs. Lee. I ahhmm... I'm Rob." "Oh
Robbie, of course, I'll get that key." she interrupted breaking into a
huge, warm smile and going back into the house, her round ass swaying
as she moved. She came back with the key. "I'm so sorry, honey, I
barely recognized you without your uniform on." "Oh well, you know, I
changed right after school but then..." She interrupted again, "Oh no, not
that one silly, I mean the little one you were wearing in the back
garden a while ago." "Eeeehhhhm." "I half expected you to come to the
door in it, you seemed to be having so much fun out there. Actually,
you reminded me of Laura when she was 11 or 12. Ha ha. Well, I can't
stay and chat I'm afraid. You should go and get some shoes on, Missy.
Bye." With that she was gone, leaving me alone and confused and afraid
and aroused.
For two weeks after i had gotten locked out I didn't look at touch or
stop thinking about my girly clothes. I was determined to be strong. I
had escaped certain doom on pure luck and i just couldn't count on that
to save me forever. I tried strutting around the house like a tough guy
with real man's underwear on under my jeans for a change. Until, two
weeks into my macho act when I was home alone once more, the phone
rang.
"Hello?" "Hi Robbie, it's Ann from no.27" "Oh, hello Ann" "I'm just in
need of a little help over at my house. Could you pop over for a few
minutes?" "Yeah, sure." "I'm not in too much of a rush so if you need to
change your clothes or anything..." "No, I'll be over right away, Ann."
I said as confidently as I could.
I arrived at no.27 in about 20 seconds to emphasise the fact that i had
not needed to change my clothes. She wanted me to load 3 binliners full
of old clothes into her car for transportation to the local charity
shop. "I'd carry them myself, of course, but my back is playing up.
Just hope you don't have boobs as big as mine when you grow up." The
first 2 bags were fine but the third burst as soon as I picked it up,
shedding it's load all over the hall. "Oh I'm so sorry, it must have
been torn. Could you put them into this one." she said handing me a new
bag and looking so earnest. So I reloaded all these clothes that I
would have done almost anything to keep. Bras, panties, slips,
lingerie, skirts and dresses. I packed them all out of my life.
"Oh, of course you're welcome to keep anything you like, anything at
all. There's a silk slip there that would feel just scrumptious under
your uniform." "No thanks, Mrs. Lee." "Are you sure? Nothing catches
your eye? Negligee? Cocktail dress? Silk Stockings?" Her words were
tempting me but I knew I could never accept even under this pressure.
"NO! I'm sure, I said I'm sure. Please, I don't want any of this." She
seemed offended and curtly said, "Right, you've made yourself clear.
Thank you for your help, Robert." I really hoped my contact with Ann
Lee would end there, but I was as weak then as I am now. I hadn't a
chance.
The following weekend my mother and sister went on a two week holiday
to France. They left on Saturday morning. It took me until Saturday
afternoon to crack. By 2p.m. I sat in the kitchen enjoying a leisurely
lunch, dressed in a crisp white blouse and a short black pencil skirt
of my sister's. I froze as I heard some one wrestling with the letter
box, followed by a soft thud on the hall floor and the sound of the
door bell ringing. I waited a bit and then opened the kitchen door a
crack. I could see clearly that no one was at the door and that there
was a brown paper package on the floor. I crept out and claimed it. It
was unmarked and fairly battered from the letter box, a small tear in
the wrapping revealed black satiny material. Way too interested to stop
now, I opened the parcel to reveal a neatly folded maid's uniform. I
held it up and let it unfold, and out fell a sparkling tiara and a tiny
white apron. It was only when I noticed the attached tag that
everything fell into place, it simply said, "Robbie". I was elated.
Rather than worrying what Mrs. Lee's plans were, all I could think was,
"I have a maid's uniform! Yes!".
I drew the curtains in the front room and changed there. This wasn't
going to be a leisurely transformation or a relaxed dressing session,
this was frenzy. I needed that dress on me! Standing there in my
stockings and heels I fumbled the dress up my body and fed my arms
through the short sleeves. Pulling that long zip from my ass to my neck
was THE most erotic moment of my life up to then. I have butterflies
just thinking about it now. Donning my apron and tiara, I was once
again lost in that giggly, squirmy world that only boys in hot dresses
can enter. Ooooh, I wanted to do all manner of dirty things to myself
and others. The horny thrill was followed quickly by a sickly sweet
pang of guilt and anxiety, but I was well used to this and it only
served to intensify my arousal.
I should have known there'd be a price to pay.
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