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Mountain Maid. By Trish. For a long time I felt like I was floating in a dizzy, pain filled semi-consciousness. I must have been pretty befuddled because other than being vaguely aware that I was warm and comfortable all I seemed to be able to focus on was the sound of a fire crackling in the background, before I drifted off again. Some time later I came round again failing miserably when I tried to sit up right. As soon as I moved my lower back exploded in pain and as I groaned I looked up into the eyes of a kindly looking woman in her forties. "Well hello?" She said, walking up to the bed with a smile of relief, "I was starting to get kind of worried about you?" With an oddly professional air she checked my pulse and placed a gentle hand on my forehead. "Where am I?" I whispered, in a voice that felt like sandpaper. "In my shack." She smiled lifting a beaker and straw to my lips. "Here sip this?" The beaker contained a warm sweet fruit flavoured drink that seemed to just soak into my tissues. Judging my state she gazed in my eyes and held up a finger saying gently, "Follow my finger honey?" It hurt like hell but I sort of tracked her movement trying to comprehend how I got where I was... eventually some sort of recollection must have returned because I dryly mumbled. "How long was I out?" "Two days." She nodded. "You were hypothermic and pretty beaten up when I found you." She gave me a disbelieving smile, "I guess you were swept off the traders route?" I vaguely nodded, feeling what little mental clarity I had evaporating. "Must have been a wild ride honey, and you might even have walked away from it if you had not crashed into my stock fencing." "Stock fencing?" I babbled, aware that pretty much every part of my body hurt. "Dammed straight!" She nodded. "I've got me dammed near a 2500 acres of pristine wilderness and I want it to stay wilderness." "Oh..." I mumbled drifting back into oblivion. I drifted in and out of consciousness for the next 12 hours or so before coming round properly aware. The first thing I noticed was that I was on a fold up bed in the middle of a warm homely open plan kitchen lounge. From the fury of the wind battering the building I could tell the storm was still raging, and guessed since the room was candle lit that the power was down. Moaning as my movement sent sparks of pain running up my spine, I rolled towards the sound of a fire feeling weak but alert. "Well hello again honey?" the woman said setting her book down, and pushing herself from her chair. "H... Hello?" I croaked in a voice that felt like sandpaper. She gave me a smile, and turned to the kitchen. Following her movements as she made up a beaker of juice, I took a good look as my saviour. Taller than me, and broader, with wide well developed shoulders and a kindly face, that just asked to be trusted. Smiling she clumped towards me asking. "How are you feeling?" I tried to sit up which resulted in my back and hips exploding with pain. Letting out a cry I was about to give up when her arm slipped under my shoulders and effortlessly helped me sit upright. "Thank you?" I grimaced. "And I feel like hell." The feel of her hand on my head again struck me as somehow professionally trained as she checked my pulse and temperature. "That accents sure not from round here? English?" "Yeah," I said in a pain filled tone. "From County Durham." "Know where you are?" she asked studying my eyes with interest. "Not really." I winced, having to force myself to speak. "Somewhere between Last Mule and Lordsburg I guess?" She nodded and said, "Can you remember what happened?" Other than computers, (which was also my day job) my only real hobby was playing silly buggers in the mountains. Enjoying what could be classed as 'normal' climbing and mountaineering, I was particularly taken by the dangerously masochistic sport of mountain marathons. Naturally I have had a few close shaves in the past, but always managed to get myself out of trouble this time however it was different. It had not been my mountain sense, ability or skill that had save my neck, but lady luck herself first by surviving the fall and then for sending someone to find me before I froze to death. I was dammed lucky to be alive. In my dreams I had relived over and over again the heart stopping moment when the snow collapsed beneath my feet. The sensation of spinning completely out of control at the mercy of avalanche seemed to have branded into my memory. "I got avalanched," I said hoarsely. "And I owe you my life?" "Well you're welcome to it honey." She smiled, "I'm Mattie Price." Although I was still too dazed to pick it up, she said her name in a way that sounded like she expected me to recognise it, which I did not. "Russ, Russell Owen." I smiled, as she held the straw to my lips. "Pleased to meet you Russ?" Mattie smiled. "I've been kind of curious? I looked for some ID but your pockets were shredded and I guess your pack got ripped off in the slide." "Yeah." I nodded too relieved about being still alive and in one piece, to really consider the implications of my loss. "Jeez, you're dammed lucky honey." Mattie shook her head, "I'm guessing you must have come a couple of thousand feet and how you never seriously bashed your head given state of the rest of your body is amazing?" "I guess the mountain gods must like me, and I was wearing a lid when I fell." My half laugh ended in a hissed wince of pain. "Mountain gods?" Mattie laughed, "You sound like my daughter?" "I'm in good company then?" I said showing a little of my usual chatty personality. "The best," Mattie answered with a sad smile as she stood. "Now how about something to eat?" Taking her time she slowly spooned the thick broth into my mouth, telling me how unusual it was to get storm this bad so early in the season. Oddly since I had not eaten in about 4 days, I felt stuffed after a pitiful amount of food felt I had to apologise for not finishing it. "I would have been surprised if you had, "Mattie laughed passing me the beaker of juice. Chatting about the human bodies physiological response mechanism in situations of extreme cold, her explanation went way beyond my comprehension when she started mentioning biochemical interactions and neural transmitters-receivers. Nodding, smiling and not understanding a word, my mind was wandering when something she said earlier suddenly hit me with an emotional hammer blow. "Oh shit!" I suddenly yelp out of the blue. With my rucksack missing I had lost everything, "What am I going to do now?" "About what?" Mattie asked eyeing me with a look of alarm. "My pack?" I groaned. "It contained everything, clothes, money, passport my whole fu... flippin'," I caught myself, "Life really?" "Oh that?" Mattie said airily. "There's nothing we can do yet honey?" She gave me an apologetic smile, "The power out, the phones down and the only road off the mountain's been blocked since Tuesday?" "Bugger!" I muttered to myself, before saying with a blush of apology at my vulgar language. "What am I going to wear?" "I'll think of something?" Mattie said, giving me a thoughtful look and asking how tall I was, along with my waist and shoe size. Nodding when I told her Mattie said with a smile, "I'm pretty sure I can find you something to wear until this storm lets up, and I can always take a wander to where I found you and take a look see if its around?" "And if you can't?" I blurted. "Once the powers back, you can call your bank who will cancel your lost cards and I'm sure a phone call to the British Embassy can arrange a replacement passport, so relax, sure it's a hassle but it's not a disaster honey." "Well yeah?" I nodded realising things were not so black as I feared. I had probably only lost a hundred or so dollars. All my expensive my mountain kit was insured for loss and theft under my adventure travel insurance policy and could be replaced. Giving her a sheepish look I nodded, "I guess you're right." "Course I am," Mattie laughed, "I'm always right." Giving me a strange smile that was a strange mix of affection, recollection and pain she cautioned, "But having said that honey, we won't be going anywhere far for the next week? Last I heard was this storms taken the power out across half the state, and its forecast to blow for another day or so yet." She shrugged, "Weirdest dammed November weather I ever knew." Seeing I had emptied the beaker Mattie l said with a kindly concerned smile. "You look about wiped out honey?" "Feel it." I nodded. "And I've a banging headache." "Want a couple of pills?" she offered. "They are not strictly for cases like yours but they should ease your aches?" "Anything?" I hissed settling back, feeling the sharp stabbing sensation slowly returning to the constant dull throb of pain that had been my companion since I regained consciousness. "And there's coffee if you feel up to it?" Mattie said opening a cupboard and removing a slim box of pills. Dropping the packaging in the bin she tossed me the plastic strip of capsules, "Here?" "Don't supposed you have tea do you?" I asked hopefully. "Somewhere?" Mattie laughed. "And I guess with your accent I should have seen that coming honey." All the while we had been taking I had been completely oblivious to what I was wearing but as the pills masked the pain I became aware of the strange tickling sensation of having lace around my neck and exclaimed, "What am I wearing?" "One of my daughters old nightdresses," Mattie said, producing a packet of lose tea and a small pot. "I needed to dress you in something, and since Laura was about your size I raided her closet." I blushed violently. One of the main reasons why I had got interested in dangerous mountain sports was to prove I was really a boy. Being slender, fine faced with silky hair I had spent my childhood being mistaken for a girl and my father had beaten it into me that looking even remotely feminine was wrong... Yet it did feel rather nice? With her back to me Mattie missed my changing expressions, and called as she stirred the teapot. "To be honest Russ, it was a dam sight easier to get you into one of her nightdresses, than a pair of my pyjamas. Not only was it about your size, and let's face it I'm not?" Mattie was a very tall, somewhat overweight but still shapely woman. "Thanks I think?" I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. "What?" Mattie said, picking up on my confusion. Unable to talk about my internal debate about how something so very wrong could feel so very nice I muttered and embarrassed complaint about how it took just about all my strength to take a single sip of tea. "You'll heal!" Mattie laughed, changing the subject to how much chaos that the weather was causing. As she laughed her comments showed a sharp wit and an even sharper mind. Sometime later, my stomach started gurgling and with my guts flaring with pain I farted...loudly. God it stank and I went bright red with embarrassment. From the way my bladder and bowels gut wrenchingly ached I knew with that shocking certainty that I did not have much time. "Erm Mattie I really need the loo?" I half babbled ignoring the pain as I tried to get up. "Oh dear, that time is it?" Mattie smiled, removing my beaker of tea before helping me upright telling me in a tone that brooked no refusal, "Lean on me, it's not far." Warning me that with the bashing my body had taken it was likely that I had some internal bruising, and that it would be painful she said bluntly. "I don't want any of that macho bullshit about not mentioning injury's, I need to know if you're voiding any blood?" "Okay." I hissed through clamped teeth, struggling to move and needing to support myself on her. Jesus I felt weak. The words 'as a newborn lamb' sprung to mind, when the effort of just making my legs move each step made them wobbly and weak. Clinging on to Mattie's shoulder, every step sent pain coursing through my body. I hurt from my toes to my head, and I sure it was only fear of soiling myself that got me through. With out any regard for my personal dignity Mattie got me into the bathroom, raised my nightdress and reversed me onto the loo saying, "Call me when you're done." Mattie had me sat in place before I could complain and the sense of immense relief lasted until I felt my insides opening. God it was unpleasant, filled with seemingly unending gut wrenching cramps before they subsided as my body finally voided itself. Sat there on the toilet shaking like a leaf after it was over I needed a while to collect myself before I had the strength to shakily clean myself up. I guess my stubbornness reasserted itself because I forced myself up right, and flushed the loo before lurching to the sink. I had to clean my teeth my mouth felt like a cat had shit on my tongue! "Feel better?" Mattie said dashing towards me with a look of alarm on her face when I managed to make the bathroom door unaided. Ignoring my attempts to manage on my own she grabbed hold of my waist and helped me back to bed. "Yeah?" I winced, telling the truth. I might have hurt all over but having been to the loo I felt infinitely better. The walk might only have been 40 feet but felt like a marathon, and I believed her when she said would be a two or three days before I would be able to get about unaided, and the best part of a fortnight before I healed enough to move with any degree of ease. "You all right?" she asked as my face bloomed with the agony that only comes from painfully cramping up. "Cramp!" I nearly sobbed feeling like my legs were in agony. "Here," Mattie said passing me the plastic strip of pills. "Pop a couple of these they've got a muscle relaxants in them." She shrugged adding, "They are really a feminine mix for menopausal pains but will do the trick." "Whatever," I gasped popping another two from the strip and swallowing them without realising that she was trying to tell me they contained hormones. "Take them as you need them Russ. You're going to getting a few really bad cramp attacks as your muscles are recovering from being almost frozen honey." "So?" Mattie said once I was back in bed and the pain began to ebb. "How dose a cute English boy come to be in my back yard?" "I was following the line of a race I fancy doing that follows one of the old trading routes through the mountains when that first storm hit." In between sips of tea I told her how I had dug in, and taken a perverse pleasure at being snug and safe from the elements. "When it blew out, I was low on food and fuel so I was heading down a ridge to aiming to get off the hill." Telling her how my map showed a trail leading down to a truck stop and that I was flowing that. "There was one dangerous bit, before a straight bearing down what looked like a long easy slope so I pushed on and got caught out when that second storm hit." "What on earth made you go up there this time of year?" Mattie asked incredulously. "Oh?" I said airily. "The race is a winter event in honour of some mountain men who covered a 100 miles in three days during the winter of 1860 to raise help for a stranded wagon train?" "You what?" Mattie looked at me in astonishment. Since Mattie clearly did not have a clue what I was talking about I explained the concept of mountain racing. Telling her how I done a lot of 'fell running' at home and had always dreamed of trying some of the big North American events. I went on to explain her how I had been made redundant when the company I worked for was taken over by one of the multinationals. "Anyway I flew over last month with the idea of spending a year or so and some of my severance doing the North America mountains." Giving me a 'you're mad look' Mattie listened and nodded as I told her my story. "Anyway I was motoring down that ridge moving at about four miles an hour when the wind got up causing a white out. Since I knew where I was going and had a good compass bearings, I pushed on and the next thing I know I'm here?" I gave her a worried look, "And were is here?" "Just above Salvation Pass," Mattie smiled, "about 30 miles as a crow flies from Lordsburg, but we sure won't going nowhere soon." She nodded to the window and said, "It's about 8 feet deep and still snowing, but don't you worry yourself honey, because we're as safe and sung as a politician in a pigsty." Mattie was good company if a little odd and as we chatted I gathered that she was or used to be a doctor in New York and had an 18-year-old daughter. Trapped in her 'shack' we had nothing else to do except talk and by the time it was dark outside I had told pretty much my life story. Eventually exhaustion caught up with me and I dozed off until my bladder woke me it very early the following morning. The wind had dropped outside and the place was absolutely silent. The painkillers I had taken last night were still working because I felt almost mobile as I reached for the gas lantern next to my folding bed. The clicking of the ignition sounded awfully loud as I lit it and looked around. There was no sign of Mattie but she had left the pills next to a glass of water. Swallowing two I lay back and closed my eyes counting slowly to ten before forcing my battered and aching body from the bed. At first I felt a little dizzy, but it passed, and using the furniture as for support my short stiff legged steps just about got me to the loo. Unwilling to risk trying to stand as another wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm me I again sat. There was an odd slightly guilty feeling running though me as I relieved my bladder. The skirt of my nightdress felt very sensual on my legs and having to hold it up out of the way like a girl was a strange taboo-breaking thrill. Cleaning myself up as best I could I looked at myself in the mirror guiltily admitting to myself that the nightdress did look awfully nice... Alone and undisturbed I felt a wash of emotions and felt decidedly confused when the strange shivers of pleasure as the nightdress's skirt caressed my legs felt even better when I stumbled back to bed. Although my body still felt knackered, the exertion and concentration involved in getting to the loo and back had woken me up. Combined with the rash of emotion about how much I enjoyed seeing myself in the nightdress no matter how I tried I could not go back to sleep. Giving up, I forced myself back out of bed and fetched myself a glass of fruit juice. Seeing a stack of magazines on the table as I carefully made my way back to bed I grabbed a couple in passing. They turned out to be a couple of celebrity gossip, and women's fashion magazines. I had shared a flat with a couple lads as a student and had often read the magazines their girlfriends left lying around. Although I did not publicise it I found the content of the women's magazines generally more interesting than their male counter parts, which seemed to be all about, booze, birds, cars and football. After devouring two magazines it was getting light out side, and my hips were beginning to ache. Popping another couple of pills to kill the pain before it started, I refilled my glass and fetched a dozen or so more magazines. I was nose down in an article about someone who I had never heard of completely oblivious to the world when Mattie ambled from her bedroom at the back of the shack holding a lantern, yawning. "Mornin' honey." Her salt and pepper coloured hair was awry around her face as she smiled sleepily at me. She was wearing stripy pyjamas, fluffy pink slippers and a man's dressing gown as she sleepily set the kettle on the range and bumbled in to the bathroom. Reappearing ten or fifteen minutes later accompanied by a waft of scented steam Mattie looked much more awake and said drying her hair. "Well good morning sugar." "Morning?" I smiled feeling a little embarrassed at being seen reading Cosmo in a nightdress. Giving me a wide smile she walked over and checked my pulse with a nod. "You look a lot better." "I feel it," I said liking her smile. Fully alert now I realised the premature grey made her appear much older than I thought and revised my estimate of her age to well under forty. "Had any pills this morning?" she asked nodding to the strip. "A couple, after I woke," I said. "And another couple about half an hour back." Mattie nodded and said with a smile, "Well then honey, you'll be wanting a cup of tea?" "Please?" I nodded, wanting to ask her how I could repay her kindness as I watched her busying herself at the range. "And it's high time we got some real food inside you?" "And then?" I asked. "How doses a bath, sound?" She smiled clumping through a doorway to the shed and started her generator. "Like heaven?" I said suddenly aware that I was a little smelly as the lights and telly came on. When I tried to make it unaided she smiled, "I am a doctor honey," and accompanied me into the bathroom. Leaving me propped against the wall she quickly prepared a foamy scented bath, before stripping me naked and helping me into the water. "Want me to wash your hair?" she offered as I stiffly manoeuvred myself into the highly scented foamy water. The heat seemed to sap what little strength I had from my body and I nodded, "If its not trouble?" "Oh it's no trouble." Mattie smiled, reaching for a jug. Although it felt very odd I enjoyed the feeling of Mattie shampooing, conditioning and rinsing my hair. As she worked she was humming contently to herself the sound gave the whole atmosphere a warm family feel. "I used to have to do this for Laura my daughter." Mattie laughed, as she worked the conditioner into my hair, "When she was growing up her hair was in a dreadful condition just like yours is." "Well it doses its thing and I do mine," I said with a shrug. "Could do with a good trim and tidy mind," she laughed. "Doses it?" I said enjoying her fingers massaging my skull. "Know any good hair trimmers?" "Yeah," Mattie half laughed. "Me!" "Go on then." The way I was feeling I would have said yes to pretty much anything. "I only ever did Laura's hair when she was little, mind?" "Whatever you want," I said unconcerned as I wallowed in the warm foamy water. "Oh wow!" Mattie giggled excitedly, "I'll trim it when you're out of the bath honey." With a note of caution in her tone she added, "I only know how to do one style mind, so open your mouth if you want me to stop okay?" "Sure." I nodded blissfully. Brushing off my embarrassment Mattie dried and powdered my body before slipping me into another nightdress. Helping me to a chair, she sat me down in the kitchen and arranged a towel round my neck. "Sure you don't mind?" Mattie asked produced her scissors and comb. "No..." I laughed, hissing as my bruised ribs put a halt to that! Giggling, "Oh I am going to enjoy this," she carefully combed, and sectioned my hair. Humming cheerfully she snipped and combed I noticed her face in the wall mirror taking on an increasingly dreamy air. Fascinated by her expression I watched her in the mirror, rather than taking notice of the hairstyle that she was giving me. She was clearly really enjoying herself as she chopped and blow-dried my hair and gurgled delightedly when she set the hairdryer down. "Excellent!" All of a sudden I saw the result of her scissors and hairdryer and gasped, "Oh my god?" Shocked I gazed open mouthed at what she had done. Instead of my long un-styled mop she had given me a classic little girls shoulder length bob, and most shockingly of all the cut made me look like I always wore nightdresses. "Mattie?" I gasped. "What have you done to my hair?" All of a sudden her eyes flicked in to focus. I saw her face go white in the mirror as she whispered. "Oh shit!" Blushing very brightly she said, "Sorry honey I think I kind of got carried away..." As she regarded my reflection her shock faded and with lightly whistled, "Still?" Her eyes went distant before she added with a grin, "You've got to say though, it doses suit you sweetie?" "If I wanted to look like a girl?" I tried to laugh. "And what's so bad about that?" Mattie asked. "If it suits you?" Her words halted my surprised outrage, because she was right. The hair cut did suit me, and with the figure-hugging nightdress showing my slender body shape the haircut did not look all out of place. In fact my reflection in the mirror was astonishing, and fascinated I shuffled round in a parody of a pirouette wondering how something a simple as a haircut could so radically change my whole appearance? As much as I hated to admit it, seeing myself in the mirror wearing a nightdress so convincingly was a turn on, and more importantly it also increasing my curiosity about what I would look like fully dressed as a girl? I guess my face must have been pretty readable because Mattie said after studying my expression for a while said kindly. "You do like it, don't you honey?" I could not lie to her and said, "Erm yes." Although my tongue felt like lead I told her honestly, "I think I do, in a weird and a oddly twisted kind of way." "That's a relief then." She laughed. "But I did warn you that I only did the one style?" "You did yes?" I nodded, agog at my reflections hair bouncing about my face. "A part of me says it's wrong to have my hair done like this, and yet I still like it?" "Perhaps that's why you do?" Mattie suggested. "Because you know it's wrong?" Her eyes gauged my physical state before saying. "I think we've had enough excitement for now. Let's get you back into bed, with your magazine and a nice cup of tea." It was all so homely, and I found it very easy to just accept it and compliantly returned to bed. Sipping my tea I watched Mattie pulling on her winter clothing. Seeing my interest she gave me a smile and said, "Got to go stock the woodpile, shovel some snow and check my bird and small animal feeders?" "What's it like out side?" "Still snowing on and off but the wind's dropped, so I'm guessing the storms pretty much blown through. Going to be dammed cold when it clears though," Mattie said fussing with her boots in the porch before closing the door and heading into the frosty world beyond. Mattie had added to the stack of woman's magazines next to my bed. I tended to find the glossy magazines had the best articles but the celebrities gossip ones were the funnier read. I guess I must have dozed off at some point because I awoke with a start when I heard Mattie chuckling that she would be glad when I was up and able to keep the coffee on as she bustled in looking red faced and alive. After warming up, chattering about how it was like January outside Mattie made us an omelette for lunch. "That was lovely," I said again finding myself unable to finish the small portion she gave me. "How do you get the eggs so fluffy?" "I'll show you sometime," Mattie offered, dumping the plates in the sink before making herself comfortable in front of her PC saying, "Best get some work done?" Unusually for me I felt completely at ease with her company and picked up the next magazine with none of the embarrassment that used to accompany being caught reading one of my flatmates lasses magazines. It had to have been one of Laura's because it was called 'Miss' and was a teenage fashion and lifestyle magazine. Seeing what I was reading Mattie shook her head in amazement. I guess seeing me in the fold up bed with my hair bobbed and wearing a pink nightdress, she saw her daughter at 14 convalescing after she had her appendix out. It was an eerie feeling for Mattie because only faint beard shadows round my upper lip and chin jarred the similarity she saw between her adolescent undeveloped daughter and me. We had a very pleasant and mostly silent afternoon. I even ceased to get embarrassed when Mattie occasionally said when topping up our drinks, "You'd look good in that honey?" Although my body felt shattered, I munched a few pain pills, and managed to remain awake until Mattie called it a night. She surprised me by tucking me in with a kiss on the forehead as she said, "Good night sweetheart." By my third morning in the 'shack' my strength was returning, and Mattie was all for getting me up and about. "What can I wear?" I asked. "I can't wear a nightie all day?" "I'll see if a Laura left a pair of jeans or pants that might fit. She was good few years younger than you, but about your size and if her pants don't fit, there's always her skirts and dresses which I'm sure will?" Mattie left the question hanging as I blushed and hid my face by going to wash, shave and clean my teeth. Again my appearance in the mirror shocked me. Although my body was black and blue my face had survived unscathed, and framed by Mattie's accidental little girl's haircut with my slender mountain racers build, I saw an eerily feminine reflection looking back at me. "Here, try these honey?" Mattie said walking in with out knocking while I was still transfixed by my reflection. Grinning at my awestruck expression she dropped a pair of blue jeans, plain panties, ankle socks and polo necked top on the bathroom dresser. Saying with a smile at my reflection, "This should all fit?" "Thanks," I said dragging my eyes away from the mirror to look at her as she called. "Don't forget to brush your hair out properly. I did not got to all the trouble to do it nicely to have you ignore it?" The clothes she left did not look that worryingly girlie and the knickers were pretty much the same as my normal briefs except for a lace trim on the waist and legs. The jeans were tight and struggle to get over my thighs, but except for being a little bit crushing around my nuts they fitted almost perfectly. They also felt unlike any jeans I had ever worn. They were low cut round my hips, which made me feel like I was only half wearing them. It was a half dressed feeling that was made all the worse with the gap of four inches between the jeans and my top. The clothes that had looked fairly androgynous on the dresser, turned out to be distinctly feminine and I felt a little stupid until I regarded myself in the mirror. Again I was struck by how my hairstyle and physique fitted the clothes in many ways better than my normal clothing. It was a sensation made even stranger when I realised that even at 26 I still could easily pass as the sister I never had. Feeling a peculiar kind of embarrassed excitement buzzing though me I brushed out my hair entranced by my reflection. It was like my feelings had taken an abrupt 180-degree turn because as a child and teenager I had hated how often I got mistaken for a girl, and learned to avoid anything that enhanced a feminine appearance. Yet when I caught myself double reflected in the bathroom mirrors brushing my hair, and saw a slim girl with a shapely arse looking back at me, it was kind of thrilling, well until my tight jeans sent a wave of gasp inducing pain from my still tender nuts! "Honey, breakfast!" Mattie called. More turned on than shocked I obediently walked into the living area wincing as my jeans tightness played havoc with my balls whenever I tried to take my normal pace! "Oh my god!" Mattie exclaimed with her eyes wide in shock. "You look... My god?" "What?" I said with a strange feeling of guilty pleasure from discovering that as I feared/suspected I made a convincing girl. There was a glisten in her eyes as she shook her head saying. "My god when you walked in then Russ?" "What?" I asked hesitantly. Mattie's face broke into a wide slightly sad smile as she added, "You looked just like Laura? Jeez you could have been her older sister?" She waved me over to the table saying, "Come eat." In front of me was a small bowl of cereal, toast and a banana, which I demolished with a haste that had Mattie tittering, "I see I'll have to teach you some table manners." "Oh." I blushed. "Sorry it's just that all of a sudden I'm ravenous." I rolled my back and said as pain went shooting up my spine, "Would you pass me those pills please Mattie, my lower back is killing again?" "Not surprising given the bruising on you lower spine and ass honey." She smiled passing me a fresh strip of the pills adding, "They shouldn't do you any harm." "Harm?" I said alarmed. "What will they do?" "They contain female hormones as well as a muscle relaxant and are really for menopausal aches and pains." Mattie shrugged. "But to see any effect your have to be taking three or four a day for years?" She read my face and asked, "How many have you been taking?" "More than that?" I said feeling worried. "Say six or seven?" Mattie's eyes gazed at the strip and said with a smile, "More like eight or ten, but don't worry honey." She grinned. "For the length of time you'll be taking them I don't think you need to worry much." "Sure?" I said. "Yes I sure," she smiled, "Well as sure as I can be? I was an ER doctor not an endocrinologist?" "Oh... Okay." I nodded as Mattie refilled our cups muttering. "And who knows after a couple of weeks wearing Laura's things, you might find yourself thinking about staying in them?" "Pardon?" I said. "Nothing, just thinking aloud," Mattie teased, before asking if I would not mind washing up while she checked the animal feeders and chopped some more firewood. "Sure." I nodded happy to pay back her generosity back in anyway I could. "And I think we'll move you into Laura's bedroom, honey you should be able to manage the steps?" I nodded asking where she wanted the fold up bed, and if she had a Hoover? "I said wash up, not clean the place?" Mattie said with a pleased and surprised smile. "It's under the steps to the bedrooms." Pulling on her warm over suit on she added, "You'll find all the cleaning bits and bobs there as well, but don't you dare go mad. I want you to do a little exercise yes, but not wear yourself out okay?" "Okay." I nodded. "I hear you." "I got bears and mountain lion in the woods." Mattie smiled, seeing me looking at the huge handgun she strapped round her waist in alarm. Giving me a smile she said, "They don't usually come close to the house but I sure don't want to run into Yogi unless I got my friend." She slapped the pistol and clumped out. Alone at last I was able to properly examine how I looked. I knew the right thing was to hate looking so girlish? After all I had felt that way my whole life, so why was I now so shocking taken by how I looked? It was a real conundrum. Yes, I could see there was something rather liberating about being free of Russell the nerd. Instead of a skinny, solitary, boringly successful computer analyst my reflection was of the slender almost attractive sister he never had. Scarily there was something very appealing about the idea of being her. God know for how long I gazed at myself before I started washing up, but it was long enough for my back to stiffen. I tried to work with it but in the end I capitulated and took another couple of the pills. It was rather scary to take them now I was fully aware for the first time of what they were, but I still swallowed them half wondering if the urban legends surrounding hormone pills were true? That taking them would feminise not only my body but also my mind? I guess the consequences of taking the pills like I was should have worried me but it did not, and if anything taking the hormones was more exciting than scary. It felt really strange and exciting to know that working inside my body were chemicals dedicated to transforming my body and mind to match my appearance in the mirror. To the chunk, chunk sounds of Mattie chopping firewood I could not get away from the simple fact that I looked so normal reflected in the mirrors and windows as I stiffly pottered about the 'shack.' Since Mattie had decided to move me into Laura's room I aired out the room and remade the bed. My mental fixation about hormones and my appearance was broken as I remade the bed. The calendar in the bedroom read 2001, as did the teen girl magazine I had read? Seeing it made me realise that whenever Mattie mentioned Laura she sounded somehow sorrowful. Mulling over my question I made myself a cup of tea and sat next to the range with a book. Mattie was out until the early afternoon and got back with her face glowing from the cold. Sticking her head round the door she demanded, "Get the coffee on honey?" Shouting about the animal tracks she had seen over the sounds of restocking the firewood pile, and topping up the coal bunker Mattie was clearly in her element. I was watching her coffee machine when I heard Mattie gasp behind me. "Hey! Now that looks mighty cute Laur..." Mattie was stood in the doorway with a nostalgic smile looking at the full 'farmers wife' apron I was still wearing. I had put it on to protect the jeans while I washed up earlier. "You were going to call me Laura then weren't you?" I grinned at her. "Un hum," Mattie nodded pulling of her boots. Before thinking about it I said with a half laugh, "I guess given how I'm dressed, calling me Laura just now is probably more appropriate than Russell?" "Yeah," Mattie said with a wistful smile. Her expression made me blurt out. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." Mattie nodded hanging her gun on its hook, and padding towards the coffee pot. "What happened to Laura?" I blushed a little and added quickly, "You don't have to say, but the way you mention her is past tense in the present, if you know what I mean?" Mattie went white and looked like she was going to cry before collecting her self and saying simply, "9/11. She went with Mark to his office at the top of Tower Two to get a few photographs the skyline." "Oh Jesus!" I said, instinctively giving her a hug. "I shouldn't have asked?" After a quick squeeze she pushed back from my hug and looked at me with dewy glazed eyes, saying with a shake of her head, "No honey I'm glad you did. It's easier when people don't beat about the bush and I'm sorry about calling you Laura," she sighed, "but you looked so like her just then." "Forget it." I smiled. "If calling me Laura makes you happy then do." I gave her arms a final squeeze. "I owe you my life, and like I said Laura's probably more appropriate than Russ just now, especially if we get visitors?" Mattie had mentioned that she expected that the Ranger Service would likely come check in on her sometime over the next day or so. "Now that's something I hadn't considered," Mattie mused. "Unless we both want to be embarrassed honey? I think you'd better start thinking about letting me see just what sort of Laura you make?" "Sorry?" "Looking like you do, dressed in Laura's things. Telling them you're a guy will involve a lot of explanations that they'll never believe." "Oh sugar!" Apart from the odd 'shit' and 'bugger' I was not a profane person and Mattie's somewhat colourful language sometimes shocked me. One very attractive door opened in my mind and I jokingly suggested. "How do you fancy being Auntie Mattie?" "I think I could get to like that," she smiled. "Now how far can I go in turning you into my niece or may be?" She glanced at the gleaming sink and work surfaces. "Given your age, my English housekeeper?" "As far as you like?" I blushed, and made myself admit to her. "I've got kind of curious about seeing what sort of girl I make?" "Well then," Mattie grinned rubbing her hands together, "shall we start?" I nodded, asking myself, "What am I doing?" Pulling on her hair, Mattie carefully examined my body and face, before excitedly bouncing off her seat gleefully. Dashing up the steps into her bedroom she returned a couple of minutes later with a small box saying, "These were Laura's first pierced earrings, and I think I'd like to start by seeing you to wearing them." Producing her doctors bag Mattie dug around inside and pulled out a couple of hypodermic needles. Opening the box she dropped the four sleeper earrings into a bath of antiseptic and belatedly asked as she cleaned my earlobes, "If you don't mind?" I had often considered getting my ears pierced but had always shied off getting them done because I was worried that they might make me look effeminate again? Being frequently mistaken for a girl as a young teenager had made me sensitive enough about the subject to avoid all the usual student high jinks for fancy dress parties. Did being stuck with only girl's clothes now make those worries redundant? Was that why I found it so much fun? Wanting to say something but trapped in the cascading thoughts running through my mind, I remained mute and Mattie took my silence for agreement. Taking hold of my ear she punched four holes in to my lobes. Before I could make a sound her nimble fingers filled my new piercings with the earrings and it was done. "Here." Mattie grinned passing me a small mirror. "Take a look?" I had agonised for years about just one earring and now as I looked in the mirror I had four, a hoop and a golden stud each earlobe? A part of me wanted to tell her to taken them out now, but there was also something very enticing about letting Mattie do what she wanted, and the sensation was kind of addictive. "Oh?" Mattie smiled and sipped her coffee contently watching me gaze at the gold glinting under my bobbed hair before laughing, "They'll still be there if you put the mirror down honey? Now drink your tea." Hearing the fun in her voice got me in the swing of the afternoon and twittering, "Yes Auntie Mattie." I sipped my tea saying, "What now?" "Getting eager are we sugar? Well let me see?" Mattie set her mug down and asked, "How would you like to be blonde?" I shrugged ignoring the voice in my head saying, "No way!" "I'll take that as yes then?" She grinned. "Because I kind of see you being a blonde like me and Laura?" Oddly content to enjoy the ride I laughed, "Then it looks like I'll be blonde." "Can I really pull out the stops then?" Mattie grinned taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. "Because you'll be stuck with some of it for a while?" "Go as far as you want." I nodded. "I don't want to embarrass you." Laughing, "Liar. You're just as curious as me to find out just how feminine you can look? Now get undressed we'll start by sorting out your legs and armpits." She gave me a chiding laugh and added, "Fluffy armpits do not work if you're going to wear sleeveless crop tops." "Yes Auntie." I laughed into the sprit of the moment. "Auntie, oh... I do like that!" Mattie laughed, adding, "Then I do your hair, and while the dyes taking I'll fix your eyebrows, and nails." Until Mattie intervened I was getting nowhere with a razor. I could not really bend enough to shave my legs properly and the blades kept clogging. Picking up a can and snapping a pair of latex gloves impatiently on her hands she covered my body from neck to ankles with spray foam that stank to high heaven. Telling me, "Stay still for five minutes," Mattie barrelled out of the bathroom muttering "Tits" to herself excitedly. Feeling like a right Muppet I waited there in the bath covered in the flowery scented foam. Hardly masked by the flowery perfume was a harsh chemical odour that matched the burning like sensation of the foam my skin. In the background I could hear Mattie still muttering excitedly as she rummaging noisily about Laura's room. Just as the burning was getting unbearable Mattie stuck her head round the door and said, "Wash your self off honey, and then put on lots of body lotion. You'll find it on the window ledge?" Relived to get the stuff off me, I was hosing my crotch off when I saw my body in the mirror. As I cleaned off the foam I was also removing my body hair, all of it! Shocked I was gawping at my completely hairless adolescent looking body in semi-horror when Mattie walked in. "Let's get you out," Mattie said, holding a huge towel. Patting me dry she got me to smoother my skin with body lotion before declaring, "Much better!" Working the lotion into my skin felt very erotic and embarrassingly brought out a physiological reaction. It was not just caused by the feel of her hands on my still tender back because she made it all the more erotic by telling how feminine she wanted to make me. God it felt nice and I could not help myself as my cock painfully swelled. The pain just added to the sensation and I don't think I have ever felt as turned on or as frustrated after Mattie noticed my erect dick. With a giggled, "We'll have none of that young lady!" she gave me anonchalantly professional and painful pinch applied between my legs, which immediately ended the embarrassing appearance of my hard-on! "Better!" Mattie smiled eyeing my flaccid dick. Holding open for me a soft pink robe with Princess embroidered on it, she laughed, "Now don't you agree it feels much more comfortable with out all that unfeminine hair?" Comfortable? More like mind bogglingly sensual... Astounded by the sensation of the soft fabric on my hairless skin I nodded gasping. "Oh yes Mattie." Even though I was a little uneasy about how out of place my bald immature looking male genitals looked on my slender hairless body under the robe, I felt absolutely amazing. Hearing her next instructions as I tied the robe closed I obediently knelt beside the bath so she could dye my hair blonde. An hour or so later I was sat in my (Laura's) bedroom with my eyebrows feeling like a pair of pliers had attacked them. Mattie had plucked them in to a pair of feminine arches that flickered under the fringe of my now shockingly blonde bobbed hair. If my appearance had radically altered yesterday then today it had been transformed. Even my hands looked and felt alien. Mattie had glued extensions on to my fingernails and painted them the same pale metallic lilac colour as my toes. "I think we'll ram it at them honey?" Mattie grinned. "But you don't want to be wearing to much makeup so..." She held up a denim skirt and a pair of thick tights, "we give them legs." "Erm you sure about this?" I said as she dressed me in her choices. "Sure am!" she grinned. "I want you radiating 'I'm a girl' to the Ranger Service Laura." Mattie did not mention that if my pack had turned up then she expected the Ranger Service might be looking for me. Assuming that they were, Mattie had decided to insure that they saw only a girl. Hiding her thoughts from me she tutted and asked me remove my top so she could strap a padded bra and about my chest. Telling me as she clipped it shut, "I knew Laura had kept it here somewhere." It felt strange to have something round my chest, but before I could comment Mattie laughed arranging bra so it sat correctly, "She was very sensitive about not developing a chest as soon as the other girls." Giving me a wink, she added, "Which means you have a couple of choices and a lot more once I've got you a pair of boobs." "Boobs?" I asked, pulling my top back on and sensing the difference immediately. "Yeah. Like they give to mastectomy patients." Pushing me down as I turned to the mirror Mattie laughed, "Not yet, I need to do your face. I'll teach you how to do it yourself later." She gave me a smile. "Just like I did with my Laura, but for now let me, okay?" It felt intoxicatingly intimate to have her holding a pen thing on my eye and wave a mascara wand in front of my eyeball. It was almost ritualistic and the culmination with lipstick and gloss left me with a sensual desire to experience that ritual again. Bemused by the sensation of wearing makeup I hardly noticed Mattie messing with my hair. Clipping up the sides in a large shiny pewter clasp at the crown of my head, Mattie gave me a final spay of perfume and said, "Go meet the new you Laura," adding grin, "And I think you're in for one hell of a surprise honey." "God I could fancy myself," I gasped finally allowed me to see myself. My hair was shockingly blonde, and my lips seemed larger now they glistened with red lipstick. Looking at my reflection, it was hard to believe it was me, but it was and for the first time in my life I actually liked what I saw in the mirror. "How do you feel?" Mattie asked curiously. "Scarily normal," I admitted. "This is to weird. I should be freaked out having been changed into a girl, and yet all I see in the mirror is me." "Well if it's any consolation you look normal, and so long as you keep your voice light your accent should do the rest." Mattie nodded feeling pleased as punch with the outcome. Not only had she got to enjoy making me over but she gained a pretty companion for a couple of weeks and may be even more if she played her cards right? Having had her daughter and husband torn from her had twisted Mattie's ethics when it came to her yearning to fill the holes in her life. With my abrupt appearance in her retreat, and apparent willingness to play her girl Mattie's long festering desire resurfaced. What began on her part as a genuine accident when trimming my hair became a life altering moment in mine. Not that I was to notice until it was too late and in all honestly no longer cared, because I was just starting to have a whale of a time. Having no choice other than Laura's clothes, tipped the scales when it came to my reticence to discover my feminine side. Seemingly when that psychological weight tipped it was like it took with it all my old inhibitions with it. It was just as well that they had gone, because seeing myself in the mirror showing off a good pair of legs in a skirt and tights was a serious turn on. Running my hand over my torso, I saw myself caress my shapely bust through the sleeveless top and with my hair, makeup and nails done looking only remotely feminine was no longer an issue, I looked completely feminine and it turned me on like mad. The moment I moved the image shattered as my body language gave me away. Mattie naturally had a solution. She had a lifetime worth of information about feminine body language and behaviour, and spent the rest of the day trying to ram it all in to my head in one go. It was kind of fun and gave me a whole new view of the world as she hectored me about how to stand, walk, sit and react in given circumstances. Without really meaning to she seriously drilled it into me and by the time I was sort of moving how she wanted, I was in agony and almost shaking with exhaustion. When Mattie noticed she then reacted with typical motherly concern by first feeding, and then chivvying me into bathroom. Showing me how to remove my 'face' Mattie left me to clean my teeth. Calling when I emerged that I was not to remove my bra I staggered into my bedroom and found Mattie had put out a clean nightdress for me. It was obviously part of a set with the robe I had worn earlier and as I slipped the satin 'princess' nightdress on. It felt wonderful as it shimmered down my body. Crawling onto bed I was getting under the covers when Mattie walked in with two mugs of coco. "You know I think I could get seriously used to this?" Mattie said, giving me a curious look as I finished a another strip of the pills. "What?" I asked feeling a little wrung out with fatigue. "This?" Mattie waved her hand to the world. "Just now?" "Right." I nodded not having a clue what she was on about but content to enjoy the sound of her voice as I sipped my mug. Mattie was perched on the edge of the bed and looking at her there I was struck by how 'family' it felt. It was almost as if she had forgotten that I was not her Laura as she chatterer amiably about this and that. With the same sort of mumsy air about her Mattie instead on putting my hair up for the night, before kissing my forehead and going to her bed. I half expected myself to spend the night lost in thought. After all I had broken 20 odd years worth of masculine taboos by looking like I did. However instead of a night of confused self-recrimination the moment my head hit the pillow I fell in to a deep dreamless sleep. "Morning honey," Mattie said brightly bustling into my bedroom sometime around dawn. Yowling with stiffness and surprised at the abrupt wake up I awkwardly pushed myself upright and gasped, "Oh my?" I had caught sight of my nails at the same moment as I felt the sensual ripple of my satin nightdress over a slipped bra strap and blushed, babbling, "I'm not still dreaming am I?" "Erm no, should you be Laura?" Mattie said with a sly smirk of glee, "Here." She had out a mug of tea and a couple of pills. "Once they start working, get your cute lill ass out of bed young lady, because we've work to be doing." "Yes Auntie." I grinned at her impishly and swallowed the pills. "Oh I do like that!" Mattie grinned seeing me swallow the pills adding as she stood, "I could get used to being Auntie Mattie," and chortling to herself she walked out calling, "Breakfast in forty minutes honey." Work consisted of a similar division of labour as the previous day. I was left with domestic housework, while Mattie headed out into the snows. Watching her clear the snow from the paths I wished I had my camera, because it was a perfect 'rural American' moment, the modern day frontiers-woman, taking charge of her environment. Realising that watching Mattie was not getting the dinner and breakfast stuff washed up I dragged my eyes from the window and slipped on the apron. Wondering if I could get the Hoover out today, while trying to recall what she had taught me about moving I started washing up. At first Mattie was in and out a fair bit. She was chirpy with the fresh cold air and humorous enough that I pretty much forgot how I was dressed. For the first time in days a felt almost mobile, and the swish, swish of my skirt made movement feel all the better. When I did catch sight of myself in a mirror, I would find myself oddly more excited than disgusted at my appearance. Then my chores would draw my attention away until the next time I saw my reflection. I was a strange surreal morning that somehow culminated in me even managing to make something edible for our lunch. Finishing up what she was doing Mattie came in praising my choice of soup. Chattering about seeing bear tracks she cleverly let the conversation get well away from my apparent gender until I was fastidiously washing up. Commenting that not many guys were so willing to wash up and do the housework... Mattie abruptly decided it was time for a makeup and behaviour lesson. Sitting me down in front of a mirror she spent the afternoon showing me the basic's of cosmetics. Commenting that I was lucky that I had very little beard shadow she showed me how to use concealing foundation to hide it. We had a lot of fun, and by the time we were done, I could hide my sparse facial hair and put on what Mattie called, "a simple daytime face' unaided. Giggling that she would show me how to do an sexy makeup the next day Mattie got me to help her make dinner, before we settled in front of the fire with a couple of glasses of Californian wine. Chatting about the world in general, Mattie occasionally corrected my gestures and body language. It was a very pleasant way to spend the evening, because it significantly deepened our mutual understanding. Limited to one glass of wine well watered down with soda, I was talking about the beery British outdoors scene when Mattie said out of the blue, "I never got to do this with my Laura." "Do what?" I asked comfortably. "Sit here, with a glass of wine and well chat like we've been doing?" She shrugged. "She would have been 21 last month, and probably all grown up and long past the sort of afternoon we've had." "All I hope," I said feeling a genuine affection for Mattie, "is that you had as much fun as I did?. "I did." Mattie smiled, before pulling a face and saying, "Laura Anne sit up straight! What have I told you about sitting like a sack of potatoes?" Smiling I twittered, "Only sluts slouch Auntie Mattie?" And adopted the pose she said recommended for sitting comfortably although comfortably was pushing it a bit because keeping my back straight and my ankles together was a pain in the arse! "Correct!" Mattie smiled. "There is a time and place for sluttyness and it's not sipping wine with your widowed aunt!" I grinned and asked trying to flutter my eyelashes. "And when exactly is that auntie Mattie?" "In the bedroom, or when you are alone with a lover dear." She smiled, "Dressed in sexy lingerie having carefully prepared yourself for their pleasure?" "Oh sounds fun," I giggled. "It is dear, but you are still to beaten up for that sort of carry on?" "Yes Auntie," I pouted, playing along. "Now you've done very well today Laura," Mattie said in what I call her 'Doctors' tone. "Your movement is improving, as is your body language and gestures, but we need some swish in your walk, now how are your legs feeling?" "Achy and sore, why?" "I want you to start wearing Laura's three inch sandals." Standing up Mattie walked into 'my' bedroom and returned with a pair of shoes. "Your feet are bigger than Laura's but these should fit fine, and make you toe the line." One of her instructions about walking was to walk with my feet in line, and she regularly hectored me, "Toe the line sweetie." Apprehensively I slipped my feet into the shoes and found it nearly impossible to fasten the buckles with my fingernails. Ignoring my silent plea's for help Mattie enjoyed watching me learn how to use the pads of my fingers. With the shoes buckled in place the elevation on the heels was immediately noticeable and feeling scarily turned on I stood up with a bit of a wobble. It was clear that they were going to take some getting used to, especially in my battered and bruised state. Taking a couple of hesitant steps I sat back down saying, "That feels very odd." "Sit with your legs crossed at the knee with your bottom leg over to the left hone," Mattie said gazing at me with near adoration. "Perfect," she said. With the heels to remind me, keeping my ankles and knees together was made easy, and the straight-backed cross-legged posture was actually a strangely comfortable way to sit. "So when do you think we'll see visitors?" I asked. "Tomorrow or the day after more like, they know I'm up here so will likely check in." She smiled. "We'll hear them long before we see them, the Snow Tracks they use to clear the road make a hell of a racket." "Oh and?" I asked unsure about having visitors disturb the building atmosphere between Mattie and I. "I'll tell them you're Laura Anne, my English cousins daughter. You'll feed them coffee, no doubt avoiding an offer of a date if Bob is on the Track," her eyes excitedly bubbled at the deception. "Then they ask a few dumb questions, tell us the power and phone situation before bugging out for Noah Willey's place up the valley." "Okay," I said. "But what if?" "They won't." Mattie grinned. "Hell I know you're really Russell and sometimes I'm convinced that you're really Laura Anne." She shook her head. "May be the Almighty fucked up when he gave you that mismatch between your legs?" "Mismatch?" I laughed. "That's an unusual way of putting it." "Depends on what you mean by unusual?" Mattie laughed. "Because looking at you tonight, it's astonishing how natural you look." "Oddly?" I said, feeling completely open with her. "It feels it." Mattie did not have to ask the question in her eyes because I continued. "If I was here as Russell it would probably feel more uncomfortable? God knows why but I'd probably feel I had to fit the Northern English mountain man stereotype. The fearless manly climber, which in truth has been more than a fa?ade to hide behind." Seeing how the public image I projected was radically at odds with how I really felt as I clarified what I was saying, Mattie shook her head and laughed. "Sounds like you were pretty screwed up if you ask me honey." "And I'm not now?" I laughed back. "Not from over here." She smiled and asked me about girls. "If you are asking if I have had serious girlfriends the answer is no. I've never been short of female friends... well once I started talking to women when I left university but I was never able to find the knack of chatting a girl up." I pulled a face and grumbled, "Wish I knew why?" "I might," Mattie smiled. "Perhaps the reason why was because you were trying to chat up a straight girl? I think, and I've seen you flirting with me remember, that your approach is probably pretty feminine which won't work with girls after a manly man." "So you're saying that the reason why I cannot get a girlfriend is because," I tapped my head, "this works like a girls?" "Yeah!" Mattie grinned. "And consider this, I've not had to teach you girl flirting because you've already got that down to pat." She grinned. "The hair, the demure looks and adoring eyes... Sexy minx!" "And you have a house-proud nature, I can see that from how you are in here, which will also turn off girls looking for a rough hairy mountain man?" "Oh..." I blushed, "Maybe you've a point?" "No maybe about it honey," Mattie smiled. "You have a strong feminine side to your personality... which it makes you very attractive to a lot of women." "You mean that?" I gasped. "Yes sweetheart, I do." As she glanced at the clock as she spoke I could not see her face, and thought I heard something in her tone, before telling myself I was being daft when she looked back saying, "It's getting late honey?" Although Mattie's comments stimulated my mind, I had been yawning for an hour already. The day had worn me out and when Mattie said, "You get to bed dear and I'll fix us a nice coco?" I happily went to bed. A couple of minutes later Mattie reappeared clutching two hot chocolates. Her hair was down hanging lose round her face and although her pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers were designed more for warmth than show she still looked very sexy to me. "Burr! It's going to be a cold one." She laughed handing me a coco. "Budge up cutie its to cold to sit out here in my PJ's." "Thanks." I smiled adding with a tease as I stiffly shuffled over amazed that she was getting into bed with me, "Although I'm not so sure that cutie is a description I like?" I blushed. "Not very manly is it?" "Manly? No." Mattie smiled. "But neither are you honey, but who cares because I love how cute you look." The bed was too small for our bodies not to be touching, and although there was nothing sexual about the contact, I found it to be absolutely thrilling. It felt so incredibly intimate that all I could do was cuddle up beside her, and it felt like the sun came out when Mattie hesitantly slipped an arm round my shoulders cradling me to her side. Sleepily content to listen to her voice I rested my head on her broad shoulder making agreeing noises when needed. Noticing my drowsiness few minutes later, Mattie passed me a fresh strip of the pills saying, "In case you cramp up during the night." "Thanks Auntie Mattie." I smiled popping two, as was my habit before sleep, and turning out the light. A couple of minutes later the generator shut down and the house was silent. A genuine bond had formed between us, and after my honest reaction to her slip up cutting my hair and what followed Mattie came to the conclusion that as a male I was a failure. Not that it bothered her, because in caring for me I had reawakened her ability to love, and she saw in me the a perfect candidate to heal the wound in her life. Having come to her conclusions, she was now pursuing her dream with a single- minded intent. Completely in the dark as far as her ulterior motives, I happily played her convalescing niece, and really enjoyed it. Not only was I stuck between the genders, but there was also a definite roll swap going on. It was not like Mattie was behaving all manly and macho, but she clearly enjoyed the supposedly masculine tasks like chopping wood to the feminine housework. Since I could not help with outdoor tasks, it seemed logical that I swapped my care and board for as much of the inside chores as my injuries would allow. In truth b