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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.