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By Samantha Jay
© December 2009
A year ago I was a down and out. So down and so out that I was on the
verge of committing suicide. I was rescued by a girl called Angel who
made me promise to help someone in need like she was going to help me.
She took me home to her place after she had finished her duties at the
shelter and told me she was going to get some sleep and to wake her
around three.
Whilst Angel slept I decided to have a long soak in the bath, something I
hadn't done in a long while, and to see how much cleaning I could do
without making too much noise.
At three I went into her room, placed a cup of coffee on the bedside
table and gently awoke her. She looked at me, I was wearing a towelling
robe, then at the coffee.
"Why thank you, kind sir."
"It's the least I can do. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your bath
robe, but I didn't want to get your nice clean home dirty."
"It looks good on you. Pink suits you."
I left her alone to get dressed and began to get her breakfast ready. I
had checked the cupboards and made an educated guess at what she might
eat.
She entered the kitchen ten minutes later wearing just knickers and a
bra. She looked at my offering and said, "You are such a dear, just a
little milk on the bran flakes and no sugar. I need to watch my figure."
"And it's a lovely figure."
"Thank you again, kind sir."
She took the offered bowl of cereal and sat opposite me at the breakfast
bar. I refilled the kettle and prepared to make another cup of coffee.
"There's a spare bedroom and I want you to make use of it. I'll help you
get a job and I can begin to help get your life back together."
"Thank you, I don't deserve this you know. There must be people worse off
than me?"
"There probably are, but you are the one I have picked to repay my debt.
Now one of the first things we have to do is to get you some clothes,
both male and female."
"Male and female?"
"Yes, you said you are a transvestite and I want you to be able to wear
our clothes as well as yours. I need to do some research as I know very
little about people like you."
"People like me are just like anyone else with the exception that we
sometimes like to dress in clothes of the opposite gender. Whereas you
get away with it, I am ridiculed."
"What do you mean I get away with it. I don't wear men's clothes," Angel
sounded puzzled.
"You wear jeans don't you?"
"Yes."
"Trousers were once a male only item of clothing."
Angel thought for a moment and then said, "Ah I see what you mean, jeans,
slacks and shirts are so much part of a female's wardrobe that we forget
that it wasn't all that long ago that they were classed a male only
clothing. I see that I have a lot to learn."
"I will help on that score."
After she'd finished her breakfast I started to cleanup and she went and
switched on her laptop. She browsed for a couple of hours whilst I
finished cleaning the house.
"Do you know your sizes?" she asked.
"I take a six in shoes, fifteen inch collars and twenty four inch short
trousers."
"Bra size?"
"Thirty Two."
"Perfect," and she went back to her bedroom.
"You are just a bit bigger than me," and she handed me a pair of pink
knickers and a matching bra.
"Have you got some sticking plaster strip?"
"Why?"
"I'd like to tuck to wear these."
"Tuck?"
"The art of pushing my balls back into my body and securing my penis out
of the way."
"Ouch," she said and went to fetch the plaster.
Ten minutes later I was wearing the bra and knickers and was getting the
once over from Angel.
During the year I discovered that Angel owned a dress shop, she had
inherited the shop and money from her parents, and I began to work there.
I was dressing in female attire during work hours and Angel found that
more and more men were shopping with us. She bought the shop next door
for me to run and set it up especially for cross dressers. We went from
strength to strength and I found a whole new niche in life. I was forever
thankful to Angel and we became very close.
That very brief account brings us upto date. As yet I haven't found
someone to repay my debt.
It was whilst I was opening up the shop that I saw her. She couldn't have
been more than twelve and I was surprised that she wasn't at school. I
watched her as she checked out her surroundings and disappeared down an
alley. During the morning I kept an eye on the alley and didn't see her
come out.
At lunch I took a look down the alley and found nothing unusual about it.
It was just a normal loading area, a couple of dumpsters and nothing
else. I wondered where the girl could have gone and then noticed that one
of the properties was derelict. I went back to the store and decided to
keep an eye out for my mystery girl.
I didn't see her that day, but I saw her again the next morning
disappearing down the same alley.
"Angel, did you see that girl?"
"What girl?"
"Dark haired, about twelve years old and looks like she lives somewhere
in that alley opposite."
"Sorry love, I didn't," she answered.
"Can we get here a little earlier tomorrow?"
"Of course, ten minutes be enough?"
"More than enough. Thanks, you are such a dear."
Again, I kept the alley under watch and didn't see her reappear. We had
to get some shopping that night and I got a couple of things for the
girl.
The next day I hid behind the dumpsters and watched the alley entrance.
It wasn't long before I saw her coming down the alley.
I stepped out and holding out the chocolate bars said, "I thought you
might like these."
She looked scared. Very scared.
"I'm just offering you some chocolate, no strings. I'm Stella, I work in
the store across the road and I thought you'd like some chocolate."
She looked at the bars, then at me and then at the bars. She came close,
grabbed the bars and backed off.
"Enjoy them, I'll bring some more tomorrow."
I left the alley without looking back. I was hoping to gain her trust and
I didn't want to frighten her anymore than I had.
I was in the alley the next morning with a couple of bars of chocolate. I
hoped that she would return and as time went on I started to get worried.
She came into alley and I noticed that she seemed to be looking for me.
"Morning sweetie, did you enjoy the chocolate? Here's some more. If you
want anything just let me know and I'll get it for you."
I offered the bars and she accepted them and I left her. She didn't look
as scared as yesterday. I hoped that she would begin to accept and trust
me. I knew that it could take some time.
That night I spoke with Angel.
"Sweetheart, I think I've found the person I'd like to help. She's the
girl from the alley and I really think that she could do with some help.
I think she's living rough in one of the derelict shops opposite us.
Because she's young I believe she sleeps during the day and looks for
food at night."
"You recognise the signs?" Angel asked.
"Yes."
"But why sleep during the day? I would have thought it was more dangerous
at night."
"If she's as young as she looks then she should be at school and there
would be more people around to ask her why she isn't. If she's running
from someone or something, then she wouldn't want to run the risk of
being asked awkward questions."
"Ah, of course. Any kid of school age walking the streets during the day
is likely to be noticed, but she could get away with it at night and at
weekends."
"Yes and that really worries me as she is more at risk at night."
"If you need any help just let me know."
"Looking ahead, would it be okay to bring her here, I haven't got
anywhere else to take her?"
"Of course. She can use the spare room now that you are sharing mine."
"I wanted to talk to you about that. Angel, you are the best thing that
has ever happened to me. I am grateful for everything you have done for
me and I would like to know if there is any hope of us getting married?"
"Is that a proposal?" Angel asked.
"I suppose it is. I'm just so worried about being rejected."
"You silly girl, I would never reject you. And yes there is every hope of
us getting married."
We both began to cry as we hugged each other to death.
I was in the alley the next morning waiting for the girl to turn up. When
she finally turned up I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She
accepted the chocolate and I said, "Tomorrow's Sunday, so I won't see you
till Monday. Are you going to be okay?"
She nodded and I left.
I worried all Sunday. I couldn't settle. Angel kept me going as best she
could and on Monday I was thinking all manner of nasty things.
When I saw her she appeared to be okay and I sighed a big sigh of relief.
She noticed this and asked, "Why the sigh?"
"I was so worried that something had happened to you." I handed her the
chocolate, "Same time tomorrow?"
She nodded.
The rest of that week was like the previous week. Then on Saturday
morning she wasn't there. I began to come unglued with worry. Angel
calmed me down and I went about my job mechanically. I was in the stock
room when I heard Sandy, my assistant, shout for me. I dashed back into
the shop to see Sandy holding a girl, my girl.
"Into the staff room," I said.
"Sandy, will you be okay out front for a little while?"
"No problems, Stella. If you need anything, holler."
"Thanks," I looked at the girl and said, "You okay?"
"Yes," she replied.
"What happened?"
"I got beat up, it happens, but this time it was the worst I can
remember."
I looked at the bruises, the swelling around the eye and the torn
clothing and asked, "Are you sure you are okay?"
Before she could answer Angel came in and gasped.
"Angel, call Greta and find out when we can see her privately."
Greta was our doctor and had become a close friend of Angel's. She was
the one Angel's benefactor had taken her to to get her drug free and she
was the one Angel had taken me to to make sure that I was okay. I could
trust Greta.
Angel went to make the call and I turned my attention back to my girl.
"What's your name, I can't keep calling you 'my girl'?"
"Jo," she answered.
"Well Jo, welcome to my store. Sandy is my shop assistant and Angel is my
partner, both in business and in life."
"Who's Greta?"
"Greta is our doctor. I'm going to get you checked over and see if we
have to take you to hospital. Don't worry, she won't say anything to
anyone, but if you need to go to hospital then we will go, there will be
no argument over that. I will make sure that no one asks any awkward
questions."
"I don't want to go to hospital and I don't need Greta to check me over."
Jo began to get up, winced and collapsed back onto the chair.
"Jo, don't worry. You are coming home with Angel and me, once you've
recovered you can decide whether you stay or whether you want to leave."
Angel returned and said, "Greta will meet us at home, I've promised her a
meal, so you'd better make sure it's a good one."
"I suppose you want me to dress up as the maid?" I asked with a smile.
"You haven't been one of those for a while so yes, and not to be left
out, I'll dress as a nurse."
"You just want your wicked way with me," I said.
"And you don't?" Angel got in.
"Yes, but we will have guests and one will be staying with us for a
time."
Angel looked at Jo and said before leaving, "I'll get some clothes to
take home with us."
Jo wasn't left alone for the rest of the day. At home time I gave her a
coat and Angel put some bags in the boot of our car.
At home, I changed into Marie, the French maid, while Angel watched Jo.
"Bonsoir Madame, mademoiselle. My name is Marie and I am your maid for
this evening," I said when I entered the living room. I was wearing a
traditional French Maids uniform with a white cap pinned to my wig. I had
a small white apron protecting my skirt, seamed stockings and four inch
heels.
"You look delightful, Marie, now if you excuse me I'd like to change
also."
It took Angel ten minutes to change and all the time Jo never took her
eyes of me. Angel entrance was dramatic. She was wearing a low cut and
very short nurses uniform, white stockings (you could see the tops and
garters) and black four inch heels. She had put on a long, waist length,
blonde wig topped with a nurse's cap.
"Where's my patient?" she asked.
She sat down next to Jo and said, "Now don't worry, Nurse Bennett is here
to look after you."
"I'll start dinner Nurse Bennett," I said.
"You do that Marie and I'll look after the patient."
I started to prepare the meal. I decided on a simple dish as I didn't
think Jo's stomach would be able to handle a large meal. Spag Bog was a
simple meal and Jo could eat as little or as much as she could eat. I had
plenty of pasta for the spaghetti and I could use one of the propriety
bolognaise sauces with the mince.
The door bell rang and I went to open it.
"Bonsoir Monsieur Adams, Madame Adams. I am Marie. Nurse Bennett is
expecting you," I said as I took their coats.
"Nurse Bennett?" Greta asked.
"If you would follow me please."
I opened the living room door and said, "Monsieur et Madame Adams, Nurse
Bennett."
I stepped aside and allowed them to enter.
"Oh my. I'm glad my nurses don't dress like that otherwise I wouldn't be
able to keep Tom out of my surgery."
"Nurse Bennett, you look ravishing," Tom said.
"Watch it Tom, or I'll let Marie dress you," Greta said with a smile.
"Doctor Adams, you can examine my patient upstairs," and Angel helped Jo
to our bedroom.
Tom followed me to the kitchen and asked, "Peter.."
"Marie," I corrected.
"Marie, sorry, how do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Look so convincing."
"Lots of padding and painful tucking and thank you for the compliment."
"You're welcome and you make a very beautiful woman."
"Makeup covers a multitude of sins."
With Tom's help I had the meal ready and got Tom to join the others at
the table, Angel had told me they had finished the exam.
I served the spag bog and was just about to leave when Angel said,
"Marie, won't you join us. I insist."
"As you wish Nurse Bennett."
Over the meal Greta said that the injuries Jo had were not serious and
would heal and that Jo wouldn't any medication. I thanked Greta and the
relief showed on my face.
Tom and Greta stayed for a couple of hours after the meal and I gave both
of them a kiss on the cheek as they left. I went back into the living
room where the sexy nurse grabbed me and gave me a very passionate kiss
on the lips.
"Peter, please sit down," Angel said.
I noticed Jo's eyes get very wide.
"Jo, I think you have just realised that the beautiful woman that has
befriended you and who is currently dressed as a maid is actually my male
boyfriend and, I hope, my future husband. Let him tell you something and
you can then decide whether you want to respond."
Angel sat back and waited for me to begin.
"Jo, about a year ago I was a living in a bed and breakfast hovel paid
for by Social Services. I was at my wits end and had decided to commit
suicide. I was in a shelter run by a charity over Christmas where I met
Angel. She decided to help me as she had been helped, but she made me a
promise that I would help someone in the future to repay my debt to her,
just as she was repaying her debt to her saviour."
I paused and then continued, "I know you are living rough, although I
don't know why and I would like to help you get your life in order. I
know that you are too young to make a promise to help someone in need..."
"I'm eighteen," Jo interrupted.
"Sorry?"
"I'm eighteen and I promise to help someone in need in the future, just
like you are going to help me."
"But I thought you were a twelve year old girl."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm an eighteen year old boy, as Angel
and Greta found out earlier."
"Jo, will you accept my apology in mistaking you for something you are
not."
"It's not your fault, Peter is it?"
"My given name is Peter, I work with Angel in her dress shop..."
"Your dress shop love," Angel interrupted.
"Thank you dearest. My dress shop. I cater mainly for men who dress as
women where I go by Stella. As you've seen tonight we also like dressing
up as other people and use whatever name seems appropriate."
"Well with long hair and my short stature, people often assume I am
something I am not. I have gotten use to being mistaken as a girl so it
doesn't bother me anymore."
"Jo, would you like to see what you'd look like as an eighteen year old
girl?" I asked.
"But I'm only just five foot."
"Which is just under the average height for a teenage girl," I said.
"I'm game. I've been mistaken for a girl for so long, it would be
interesting to see what I'd look like."
"Angel, would you do Jo's makeup and you are much better at it than me?"
"Of course."
"Jo, take a shower and wash your hair, there's some conditioner on the
shelf. Put on a bathrobe and join me in Angel and my bedroom."
Jo went to the bathroom whilst I went into the bedroom to look for the
things I would need.
When Jo entered I had him sit on the edge of the bed.
"This is called a gaff," I was holding up a pink pair of elastic
knickers, "you use this to keep things under control and give you a flat
front. You push your testicles back into your body and your penis between
your legs. The gaff then holds everything in place."
Jo, with my help, got the gaff in place.
"These are knickers which are nicer to wear than male pants. Well I think
so," and I handed Jo the knickers and a bra.
"When you've done it a few times fastening a bra behind your back becomes
second nature, or you can fasten it in front of you and pull it round.
But I will fasten it for you."
I then gave Jo a silicone breast to hold.
"These are breast forms. They can be attached to the body with medical
adhesive, like I do during the week, or can be placed in the bra cups. I
sometimes do this if I am only going to dress for a short time."
I put the forms into his cups and showed him how to position them.
"We now have a choice between tights, knee highs or stockings. Tights are
worn with very short skirts unless, like Angel did, you are dressing for
effect. Knee highs are worn with slacks if you don't want to wear tights
or stockings and stockings are worn with skirts, dresses or slacks. There
are two types of stockings, hold ups or the type that need garters to
hold them up," I handed Jo some tights.
"They way you put them on is to gather the leg up into a ball and slip
your foot into it. Then you pull the material up your leg releasing it as
you go."
Jo understood what I meant and soon had the tights on.
"Teenager girls often dress to attract men. Now I'm not saying you have
to attract a man, but to fit in with being a teenager you will have to
dress appropriately."
I gave Jo a tight t-shirt to show off his breasts and a mini skirt to
show off his legs.
"Heels really show off the legs. I would wear three inch heels with that
skirt and I think these might fit."
Jo slipped his feet into the shoes, "They're a good fit and they are not
too high for me."
"Now let me let Angel loose on you."
Angel, who was sitting quietly on the other side of the bed took over.
"If you have no objection, I will fit false nails to your fingers and
make up your face. Then we will let you look at yourself in the mirror."
Angel worked for fifteen minutes before she declared herself satisfied.
Jo stood up and Angel opened a wardrobe door to reveal a full length
mirror. Jo looked at himself, turning first one way and then the other.
He walked up to the mirror and inspected his face.
"I look.."
"You look terrific," I said.
"Thank you Angel," Jo said.
"Angel, do you think Josephine could work with me in the shop?"
"I think that would be wonderful. Sandy could train her and that would
release Sandy to work with either of us."
"Josephine, how about it?"
"About what?
"Living here and working with us. Just until you get back onto your feet
and then you can find your own place and job. And when you are ready, you
can tell us why you are in the position you were in," I said.
"You would be Josephine during the day and Joseph at night, or be
Josephine all the time. It's upto you," Angel added.
"I ran away because I was bullied at school and beaten at home. I have
been homeless for two years. I thought that I would never live a normal
life and now you have given me an opportunity to begin again. I never
ever thought about this, but I like it. I really do, but what about
girls?"
"Oh there's a lot of girls who would just love you the way you are. You,
like Peter, are the best of both worlds. A girlfriend to talk to and go
shopping with and a boyfriend who knows how to pleasure a woman and not
just to pleasure himself. I am grateful for finding Peter," Angel said.
"And you could be one of Angel's bridesmaids when we get married."
"I accept your proposal dearest. You can't get out of it now, I've got a
witness," Angel said as Josephine laughed.
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