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After my shower I walked into my room wrapped in a bathtowel to give
Sarah a chance. One of the few points that had brought a negative change
to our lives: We had to share the bathroom among three. And girls need
their time...
Now I stood nude in front of my mirror and turned so that I could see my
back side. Nothing to see of the injection. If I hadn't seen the empty
syringe, I wouldn't have believed it. How had that gone in so easily,
and practically without my feeling it? It could only have occurred
because I had so many things to concentrate on all at once.
Should I tell Mom? Better not. And Sarah had also told me that it
couldn't hurt. I checked out my breasts. Still no changes, although they
were somewhat more sensitive today. Convinced by all that, I decided I'd
just forget the whole thing.
Now I checked out my body. A typically slender boy body with two small
breasts, which somehow didn't seem to belong. They looked much better on
Sarah.
After a moment I got in my panties. Then the mirror drew me to it again.
Hmm, even the feminine panties didn't change me much.
Suddenly a knock on the door tmade me jump. At my "Come in" Sarah
entered completely dressed. "What's up, not dressed yet?"
"Can you do me a favor? Take your sweater off and stand next to me."
"OK."
When she had taken off the sweater I moved next to her in front of the
mirror. The differences were significant. My attention wasn't drawn to
her larger breasts. The first thing I noticed were her broader hips.
Of course Sarah also saw the difference. "I knew that the hormones had
an effect. I just didn't know that it was so much."
"You have the figure of a genuine girl."
She looked depressed.
"No, I don't mean that negatively. I wish I would have such a figure!
Then I could wear girl pants."
"Have you decided that you want to be a girl?"
I needed a moment to answer. "No. But I would like to look better, when
I'm dressed as a girl."
"Then you have to wear a corset like I always had to."
"And how long did it take until you became like this?"
"No idea. I'm consciously aware of it right now for the first time. You
can give it a try."
"Wear such a dress? Nooo waay."
"No dress, just the corset. Under your normal clothing. Then you'll have
a lovely waist right away, at least as long as you wear it."
"But I can't wear it to school. Tell me, you had to wear your corset at
night too, was that uncomfortable?"
"Sure, in the beginning. But it wasn't as rigid as the one for daytime.
I got used to it rather quickly."
"Do you have something like it in your suitcase?"
"No. But I can get the other one for you."
In just a moment she was back with it.
"Should I really?"
"Try it on. No one will see you here."
"What will Mom say?"
"Your mom is cool."
"OK, then I'll try it."
Ten minutes later I had it on and pulled a sweater on over it. The
sweater felt loose and covered my small waist, but somehow it showed
anyway. My upper body was operating differently.
"It looks good," opined Sarah. I nodded.
"Let's go eat breakfast."
A note from Mom was waiting in the kitchen; she told us, she wasn't
going to wait for her two Rip van Winkles. She had gone shopping. I was
happy to at least not have to be along for buying the groceries.
We had cornflakes with milk. While eating, Sarah asked me, "Do you want
to have a corset for nights?"
"What do you mean? I thought you didn't have any with you?"
"But Aunt Sophie's house isn't far away."
"I thought you came from northern Germany?"
"Now just think a minute. Why am I in all likelihood going to a
psychologist here? Because Aunt Sophie lives here. My parents sent me
here."
"But I've never seen you."
"No wonder, it's a couple villages farther along. And I didn't get out
of the house very often; in those clothes everyone would have stared at
me."
"I can imagine. I wouldn't like to walk along the street like that."
"I would also like to get a few things. I never thought that I would be
able to use them... But I had some real pretty jewelry. And some of the
make-up wasn't bad either."
"I have enough make-up. Mrs. Weber gave it to me, you can help
yourself."
"Thanks. But Aunt Sophie had some homemade make-up. Some of it wasn't
bad at all, although she fooled me with it sometimes."
"Homemade make-up?"
"Yes, for example from plant juices. Women in olden times used to also
make themselves up but there wasn't any make-up to buy yet."
"Good, we don't have any other plans. I'll check with the computer to
see whether a bus is going."
##
We had to wait at the bus stop.
"Now is a good time to tell you more of my story. Feel like it?"
"Yes, of course. I'm curious."
"It was with Marie's help that I put on that dress for the first time.
It was bad. The corset was much too tight, and I couldn't see my feet
anymore. I was in constant fear of stumbling. Above all I had problems
with the stairs."
"Yes, it's really not simple."
"When Marie delivered me to Aunt Sophie, she looked very happy.
"'Ah, a significant improvement.'
"I didn't respond. I was totally ashamed to stand before her like that.
I still had my boys' haircut and no make-up; simply looked like a boy in
a dress.
"'Do you like the dress?'
"I answered impulsively, 'No, Aunt Sophie.'
"'And why not?'
"'Because I'm not a girl. Everyone can see that I'm a boy in a dress.'
"'And you would like to change that?'
"'Yes.'
"And so it went on and on. She twisted my words. Instead of asking her
to give me something else to wear, she got me to request a different
hair style."
"You really did ask her for a girl's hair style?"
"Yes. You don't know her, she can do that perfectly. My head didn't
match the dress, so something had to be altered. I wanted that, too,
only differently than she. But finally I agreed, because I really didn't
want to be recognized as a boy, if I was going to have to wear the
dress.
"At least she spared me a visit to a hairdresser. No one came to her
place. Up till then I had somewhat longer, flat hair of an indefineable
brown shade. Now I got it colored for the first time."
"Like it is now, auburn?"
"Yes."
"The color is terrific."
"Honestly?"
"Yes, I think it's beautiful. But it looks very feminine."
"That was the first problem for me. After dyeing I suddenly had hair
like no other boy. But there was more. Then they styled it with bangs.
Ever seen a boy with bangs?"
I shook my head.
"And even that wasn't enough yet. I got a permanent wave."
"I've admired your hair; it looks really first-rate. The lightly waved
hair looks good on you."
"Really?" Sarah actually beamed. "But at that time I thought it was all
terrible. Next I was given corkscrew locks to the left and right of my
face. I found them the worst. I cut them off as soon as I got away from
Aunt Sophie's."
"These days that might look rather unusual. But it's not so bad. A lot
of girls have similar hairstyles."
"I've seen that in school. But then it was bad. I suddenly looked like a
girl. I was completely beaten down. In that condition she brought me
around to asking for some make-up.
"I spent the rest of the day as though in a trance. Aunt Sophie was
constantly correcting me. I was sitting the wrong way, standing the
wrong way, I walked badly. And on top of that I felt artificial.
"When I woke the next morning, I thought, everything had been a bad
dream. At that time I didn't yet wear a corset at night, that came
later. The first thing that reminded me of my situation was my
nightgown. Then I tried to wash the curliness out of my hair. I didn't
yet know that it was a permanent wave. As long as it was wet, it was OK,
but as my hair dried, it returned to the same condition. I could never
let myself be seen with hair like this, my friends would tease me
without mercy.
"At first I was almost happy that Marie helped me put on the dress. That
way no one would recognize me. But then I would again have to behave
myself the whole day as a girl, and it was really horrible. And the
feminine things kept coming, so I had to put on fingernail polish.
Several times, and take it off again until it looked good. It wasn't a
conspicuous color, just some kind of pale pink, but if you saw it, you
could tell the nails were polished."
Now our bus arrived. It was almost empty, since everyone else was going
shopping in the opposite direction. Just two women were sitting far to
the front. We went all the way to the back and were alone there.
Sarah went on with her story. "On the next morning I went to Aunt Sophie
in my nightgown. 'I can't wear a dress anymore. Certainly not if we are
going to go shopping.' She had announced that I had to come along.
"'Really? Good, then I'll tell Marie, she should look for something else
for you. Your things still haven't arrived, but I think we can find
something.'
"I couldn't believe what she said. She didn't insist on the dress. I was
unspeakably relieved. After I had showered, Marie brought me my clothes.
On top lay a pair of pants; I was enthusiastic.
"'Unfortunately we don't have any underwear for boys. But I have
something here that is certainly softer. And the stockings are white and
not nude-colored.'
"It was one of the corsets that I later wore at night. In contrast to
the others it didn't look very feminine, no lace or other stuff. I
looked at it skeptically, but I knew I needed something for the long
stockings, which would slip down without help. I didn't even ask if they
had normal socks. Under the pants the stockings wouldn't be seen.
"Marie laced it up my back. She left it relatively loose. At least it
felt like it, since I'd worn the other very tight corset for the last
two days. I fastened the stockings on the straps. They were white but
much more delicate than normal socks. Nevertheless at first glance they
didn't look all that refined.
"Then came the pants. They looked rather normal, but were softer than my
pants. I only noticed that they were girls' pants because the button and
zipper were arranged on the wrong side. But that wouldn't be seen. It
was exactly the same for the shirt; the buttons were wrong, but
otherwise things looked normal.
"I examined myself in one of the many mirrors. Just my hair still gave
me away, otherwise I looked like a boy again. For my hair I got a
baseball cap. Now everything looked good.
"But that wasn't really the case. I didn't have a good way of comparing,
therefore I didn't see all the problems. In those very feminine
surroundings these things did give off the effect of boys' clothing.
Later it was different. And the problem began with my face. "The first
time I wore make-up my eyebrows were plucked. Not an awful lot but now
you could tell it was more than any boy would do. Then came the effect
of Aunt Sophie's eye shadow. It was a liquid, which was applied on the
eyelids, a diluted plant juice. At first it was colorless, but some time
later it became blue. And when you washed the color didn't completely
wash away; there remained a light blue shimmer. Even the eyeliner was
there in very weak form. After the essentially more intensive colors
from the previous day, I didn't notice it -- just as the little red that
remained on my lips. You don't see things like this so well under a
lamp; outside it is more or less easier to see.
"There were some other things I hadn't noticed. The line of the straps
was sketched on my pants, and the stockings were simply too nice and
gleamed lightly. And naturally the corset gave me a feminine waist,
which could be seen under my shirt. The shoes were laced, but they were
shaped rather narrowly just as is normal with girls' shoes.
"There was nothing that immediately sprang forth to the eye, but the
multitude of details insured that I did not look like a normal boy. If
anyone were to see something a little unusual then he'd find a whole
lot.
"But as I said I hadn't noticed all this at first. We were already in
the car on the way to the shopping district, when I noticed the nail
polish. I couldn't do anything about that, so I tried to hide my hands.
Of course that made me look even more conspicuous.
"In the shopping district we went into quite a few fashionable shoppes.
Actually safe territory for me, but I didn't know that yet. I got a lot
of strange glances from passersby and from salesladies. I didn't know
what was wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable. After quite a long stay
in a shoe store, Aunt Sophie wanted to go to a lingerie store.
"'I can't go in there,' I told her.
"Once again she surprisingly relented. 'Good, then we'll meet you in
half an hour at the car.'
"I think she knew exactly what would happen. Without the company of Aunt
Sophie in her unusual outfit, I was even more conspicuous. It took just
a few minutes before a group of young people came up to me.
"'Is that a boy or a girl?' asked one of the girls in a provocative tone
of voice.
"'A girl without any taste,' said one boy who had his arm around a
somewhat too schrilly made-up girl in a very short skirt.
"I was completely taken by surprise when the first girl stepped forward
and grasped me in the crotch. I was just wearing those rather soft pants
without underwear. 'That's a boy!'
"Now things got hot. 'Look, he's wearing a corset.' I'd not realized
that the shape showed from under the shirt. And you yourself have
already mentioned that a sweater drapes differently when worn that way,
it's exactly the same for a shirt.
"They remarked, ever more observant, on my blue shimmering eyes for
example. 'Look, his fingernails are polished. What kind of a
transvestite is this?'
"Then the baseball cap was ripped from my head. Now the hooting and
yelling really cut loose. It was unbelievably humiliating. After a time
that seemed very, very long to me I succeeded in escaping. In the nick
of time because Aunt Sophie was just about to drive off.
"I was completely exhausted and didn't speak a word all the way home.
I'd never had such a terrible day; even the two days in dresses had been
less hurtful.
"Again at home, she ordered me into the kitchen to help, because we were
to have guests for supper. After a time Marie said, 'Go up to your room
and freshen yourself a bit; the guests will be coming in an hour.'
"It was absolute horror, that even more people were going to see me as a
feminized boy. I went to Aunt Sophie. 'Can't I stay in my room?'
"'Under no circumstances. You know that I have a guest, and it would be
very impolite if you were not there.
"'But I can't let anyone see me like this!'
"'You yourself wanted it this way.'
"'But everybody makes fun of me.'
"'Unfortunately I have nothing else. Just these things and the dresses.'
"I thought it over. In a dress I might well look like a girl, but I
wouldn't be conspicuous. My head would match the clothing; no one would
make fun of me.
"'Can't I put on a dress?'
"'You don't know what you want. Well, what shall it be, a dress or
pants?'
"'A dress, please.'
"'Think it over thoroughly. This decision is going to be the way it
stays. Do you really want to wear a dress from now on?'
Rather tormented I answered softly, "'Yes.'
"'I didn't understand that. What would you like?'
"She had me repeat it again and again. It seemed I was being humiliated
without end as I begged for a chance to wear dresses. But I saw no other
way out. Even running away was impossible with the clothing I had on.
"And naturally my wishes were fulfilled, from then on it was nothing but
dresses for me. She tricked me in many another thing just like that. I
always ended up begging for something. But the worst was when she got me
to beg for hormones and then I had to give myself the injection knowing
exactly what was going to happen."
The tale really had Sarah het up. I put my arm around her to calm her
down. For the next little while we didn't speak, but each followed his
own train of thought.
##
It was just a five minute walk from the bus stop to the main gate which
was locked. "We can't get in here. In back is a small entrance." By way
of a couple small streets we came to the back side where the entrance
was; which opened with a trick. Then we were inside a nicely cared for
park setting.
"Can we simply go in here?" I asked skeptically.
"Don't worry; no one's here."
"It's all so well cared for; someone must be here."
"In such a short time things don't grow out of control. The gardener no
longer had an employer; I was there when the police told him he didn't
need to come any more. He was to report to the unemployment office."
"And how will we get into the house?"
"There's a hidden key. To be sure, not under the door mat."
Not far from the entrance was a flower bed framed in stones. Sarah
placed her hand on one and twisted it. Beneath it there was a hole
closed with a plastic plug. "Naturally I wasn't supposed to know this,
just happened to see it by coincidence." She pulled out the plug and
then had a key in her hand.
"The key to success," she said with a grin.
"How do you feel about being here again?" I asked when we were in the
entrance hall.
"No problem. Aunt Sophie was the problem, and without her it's simply
just a house."
We used the stairs to get to the second floor. The house had the mellow
appearance of a time long past; scarcely anything suggested that we
lived in the 21st century. But everything seemed to be very elegant.
"The house is really quite large," I mentioned.
"Yes, but that was particularly agreeable in a dress with a crinoline."
Finally we were in Sarah's room. "Oh, this is even worse than I have
pictured from your story."
"After some time you get accustomed to things. Look around a bit; I'll
gather together the things we're going to take."
Sarah walked purposefully around in the room and picked up something
here and there. I looked into the gigantic clothes closet. It had to be
huge to hold all the dresses. Everything in the same style, and all were
ankle-length but in many colors and variations.
If you didn't have to put those on every day, it could be nice, I
thought. Several dresses were very expensive.
"Say," I asked Sarah, "can we take along a dress like this?"
"What do you intend to do with that?"
"Mardi Gras is going to come again - guaranteed. This would be a great
costume that hardly anyone else has."
"Yes, I like to think that. Go ahead and pick out something. I'm going
to get some suitcases. But you have to carry them yourself."
Yes, that was the problem. These dresses had a lot of material. Not easy
to transport if you have no car.
Sarah came back with two large suitcases and a bag. "Well, everything I
want fits into this bag. For the corset you need a suitcase. Pack up
what you want. And if that won't fit, then you can use the second
suitcase. But you have to carry them youself; I want nothing more to do
with these things."
"That's OK, you won't have to. I'll pick out what I like." And I liked
too much. I wasn't looking from the perspective of a boy being compelled
to wear them, but rather as a wonderfully beautiful dress that you could
perhaps wear, to be specific, to a costume ball.
Very quickly I had both suitcases full and would have like to have taken
even more. I would really need to move slowly, but it was worth it to
me.
Sarah watched in amusement. At least she was capable of that; in her
place, I don't think I could have done that.
We were ready to take off, when we heard a voice. "Hello. Heeellooo, is
anyone there?"
Sarah turned pale. "Oh, no, that is Mrs. Schmitz," she whispered.
"You know her?" I whispered back.
"An old lady, doesn't think quite right. She's eighty or ninety, lives
in days gone by. She fit right in with Aunt Sophie."
"And what's she doing here?"
"Apparently she hasn't grasped that my aunt is dead. As I said, her
thinking isn't quite right."
We heard a renewed, "Is somebody here? Marie, is that you?"
"What'll we do now?"
"You know that we're not supposed to be here. Strictly speaking, we're
thieves even though Aunt Sophie did give me all of this. If she doesn't
go away, we have a problem."
She did not disappear. We heard her coming up the stairs.
"She can't be allowed to see me like this; she'd never understand that,"
she said gesturing at her mini-skirt. With breath-taking speed she
undressed down to her underwear, flew into the bathroom, wet down her
face and hair and then wrapped a big bathtowel around herself.
Then she went into the hall. "Hello, Mrs. Schmitz. What are you doing
here?"
"Oh, Bernadette," I heard the voice of a very old woman, "I've disturbed
you. Excuse me. Where is Marie?"
A short pause told me that Sarah was busy thinking up a solution. "Marie
isn't here any more."
"Oh, where did she go?"
"Her mother died." She could have come up with a better story.
"Oh, the poor thing. Shall I help you dress?"
"No. Not necessary; I have a new maid."
"I'm happy to hear that. Good, then I'll wait for you downstairs."
Sarah came back to me. "Shit, now we have a problem."
"Can't we simply wait until she leaves?"
"How long do you want to wait? And what will your mom do, when we don't
come home? And she will for sure come back up --- damn, what crap!"
"Do you think she'll make problems if we simply walk out?"
"No doubt about it. We can't risk that. If we are caught here - for you
it is bad, but for me..."
"You're right." I was busting my brain but couldn't come up with a
solution.
After a minute Sarah said, "There's only one way out. She has to see
what she expects to see. Then she'll be satisfied. If she tells
something to someone, we'll be far away."
"You mean, you want to put on a dress?"
"You can't speak of want to here. I have firmly sworn never to do it
again. But I see no other solution. And you will have to do it, too."
"Another such dress?"
"No, naturally not. She expects a substitute for Marie."
"A maid?!?!?! You're crazy!!!"
After just a few seconds I nodded. "You're right."
"Good. We have to hurry. I'll get one of Marie's uniforms. Undress.
You're already wearing a corset, put on stockings and shoes."
She came right back with dresses over her arm. Then we dressed. As the
first thing I laced her into a corset.
It took, until we were finished, at least half an hour. And that was
fast! When I reflect how long it takes to put on jeans and a sweater...
But that was another world.
Sarah was wearing a crinoline, I an underskirt without crinoline rings.
Both of us were wearing clothing down to the floor, but her's with its
many adornments, mine in a plain sky blue quite simple. The dress of a
domestic servant. Over that came a large white apron, which was barely
shorter than the dress. And - for me the most disturbing - a hood on my
head. This had numerous frills. But Sarah said, it just had to be.
We were made-up similarly - with the natural cosmetics that were on
hand. When we were finally finished, Sarah as a manorial lady and I as a
simple domestic maid, I reached for the suitcases.
"You're not actually take them along?"
"But of course. Shall all this have gone for nothing? I'm dressed for
schlepping, Madam."
"You have to say Miss. Now let's go and hope that nothing goes wrong."
##
Mrs. Schmitz was indeed waiting downstairs for us.
"Ah, Bernadette, you are looking good. And this is?"
"Claudette," she said in a voice that suggested I might not actually
belong to the human race.
"Oh, she is very similar to Marie."
"Yes. But now we must go, Mrs. Schmitz."
"Yes, I don't want to be in the way. I'll have a little look around the
garden, the gardener doesn't seem to be doing anything anymore.
"It's been a pleasure to see you."
After a few more empty sentences we were on the way to the gate.
"Can we get out, Miss? The gate is locked."
"From this side it can be opened. And now be quiet so that we don't
attract attention."
Not attracting attention was a good one. Sarah with her tiny little
parasol looked like a lady out of another century.
I gave off a sigh of relief when we had the gate behind us.
"Just not too premature, Claudette," she said with a grin. "Now we have
to go by bus. In our get-ups I suspect that won't be so simple."
"You were never out of the house like this?"
"Yes, but just here. And that was bad enough."
##
It irked me somewhat that Sarah was playing the lady, and I had to do
the carrying. But then it occurred to me again that it was I who had
packed the suitcases. To be sure they contained the clothing in which we
had come, but that was the least of it all.
I would never have dreamed of waiting at a bus stop while wearing such
an outfit. As grande dame Sarah had sat on the suitcases with her sun
shade over one shoulder. And I had to stand. Grrr.
Sarah saw my face and her own frustration disappeared in order to make
room for a conceited smile. "Claudette, the next time don't forget the
cushions again. These suitcases are uncomfortable!"
I'll murder her! For certain sure, and very slowly!
##
We were lucky that we again were on a bus that was lightly populated.
Now people were all returning home with their purchases, but we were
traveling in the opposite direction. For whatever reason a jingle from
the radio came to mind: "Traffic jams are only beastly when you're in
one." Good that we were traveling in the other direction.
The bus driver simply couldn't resist making a stupid comment. "Oh,
Madam, is your limousine in the garage?"
But other than that the trip transpired without problems - because we
were the only ones left on board. I sent fervent prayers to heaven that
it would stay like this. We were approaching the area with which I was
familiar. And where I was known. I certainly did not want to be seen in
this get-up!
We both indulged in our own thoughts. Sarah sat on the other side since
she could barely fit on a seat with her voluminous skirt; certainly
there was no room for anyone else to be with her. I didn't need more
than one seat because I wasn't wearing a crinoline. But even so my dress
was rather full just because of the quantity of the material.
It made me nervous to be visible to everyone dressed in my role as a
domestic servant. Who likes to be humiliated? When I walked to Mrs.
Weber's in a skirt the first time I'd been afraid. Afraid of being
discovered. Now I was afraid again, but this was completely different.
And then awaiting me, no us, was still the arrival home. What would Mom
say? I was pretty sure that she would not be enthusiastic.
And as if all that weren't enough, now I had to pee.
##
At least one reason not to be wearing underpants, I thought, as I peed
behind the bus stop. Why hadn't we at least simply kept our panties on?
No one could have seen. Probably Sarah was simply used to it, and there
had been no time for discussion.
I hoped that no one had seen me as I took care of business behind a bush
with my skirt pulled high. I would have liked very much to have done it
in a more discreet place, but that just wasn't possible. Events had
distracted me too much for me to think of other possibilities.
Significantly relieved I went back to Sarah. "Well, Claudette, that is
really not suitable behavior."
Hmm, which method of murder would attract the least attention?
Now we took the shortest way home. That was the worst part. In the bus
we had actually been protected, now we were visible to everyone. I saw
how a driver stared at us. Did I know him? No, didn't think so. I hoped
we wouldn't meet any neighbors; I had no idea of what I ought to say.
But our luck held, we met no one.
##
I unlocked the door because Sarah didn't have a key yet - that would be
taken care of in the next few days. I really felt like I was a domestic
servant, when she, as soon as the door was open, regally pushed herself
past me, and I was allowed to drag in the suitcases.
But that was the reason she was the first one to run into Mom's arms.
And they say, there ain't no justice - haha!
At first Mom was very astonished, but still peaceful, when she saw Sarah
in her elaborate dress. But she got angrier and angrier at Sarah's first
answers till the stormy sky broke open. Unfortunately, as is usually the
case with storms, you can't escape the effects. And it was thus that I
learned what collateral damage is.
Uma
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