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The Lady's House Part 1 of 3: Three Dresses for Charlie By Gail Blue The tires made a dull thunk-thunk noise as they ran across the cobble stone street. The bus looked out of place next to 1800s style shops and houses. Just a few blocks away, the town was more modern, though still well- mannered and quaint. But in the town center, there were no cars, and no modern electronics were visible from the street. Charles got off the bus behind a load of Japanese tourists. He tried to find his bearings from a local street sign, but it was late in the day and the light was getting dim. He had a hard time reading much of anything. He tried squinting harder, but that didn't help. There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around. "You must be Charles," a young woman said smiling. She wore a very formal ruffled white top with a high collar and a knee-length black skirt. Her auburn hair was done up in sausage curls and had a black bow holding it in back. "Yeah I know. It's some get-up, huh?" "Yes, Sorry for staring... I'm Charles." "It's okay, I just got the outfit today, and I'm still not used to it. Your aunt, Ms. Hughes, sent me to come and get you. I'm Lilly." "Oh, she gave me directions. I thought I was going to have to find it." "Well, I'm here now. That is, unless your mom doesn't want you talking to strangers." Charles sighed. "I'm not that young. And I guess my Mom doesn't mind me talking to strangers that much if it didn't keep her from dumping me here." "Hey, this isn't any dump." Almost on cue the streetlights started to sputter and crackle. A hundred gas lamps that lined the street began to glow warmly. "Welcome to Galeton." "That's a neat trick." "Totally on purpose." The girl rolled her eyes and smiled. "Well, at least fortunately on accident," She reached down to grab one of his bags. "You don't have to do that." "No, it's okay. Since I came all this way, I at least get to feel useful." "Well, let me carry the big bag. You're all dressed up and all." "Nope, it's too late," The girl started walking; Charles grabbed his backpack and followed. "Besides, I think I'm a little taller than you." "No... I'm five five." "You're up on the curb, I'm five seven, five nine in heels. Don't take it personally, you look like you're still growing a bit." "Fine. What's with the town anyway?" "What have you heard?" "Just that it's historical. Are you Amish or something?" "No, It's a tourist town, like a costume party really. Come to mention it, you probably shouldn't have packed such a heavy bag," The girl stopped at the street corner and they watched as a horse buggy went by. "Why's that?" "You'll probably need to dress in period. It's one of the rules. You wouldn't have to, except the house is in the historical district. I don't know, maybe you can just be a tourist. But I doubt Ms. Hughes will let you get away with that." "Mom said she ran a hotel, what's the house?" "It's like a bed and breakfast. A really big house that your Aunt converted into a hotel. She's the junior owner, I think most of it is owned by a rich lady from upstate. Plus they own the houses on either side. Those are part of the hotel too. All in all, we have twenty rooms. Don't you know any of this?" "Nope, my Mom just said 'I'm going to Japan for six months and you're not, but don't worry aunt Justine is taking you in.'" "Is that her first name?" The girl smirked, "I never knew that. So your mom just dumped you to go to Japan." "She got a job there. But just short term. 'Lots of money, and very little time to think about it', as she put it." "Don't you have a friend you can stay with. I mean, no worries, I'm glad you're here. But the situation sounds weird." "We move around a lot. Mom's always chasing more money, and exciting opportunities." "What does she do?" "She's in importing. She helps businesses set up, gets things running smoothly through customs." "What about your Dad? Sorry I didn't mean to get personal." Charles looked glum. "No it's okay. He doesn't live with us. I don't really want to get into it." "Well, I'm glad you're here. I can tell I'm going to like you." "Just from the walk?" "Sure, a walk can be a very nice thing, and you have a friendly face." They walked beside a wrought iron fence leading up to a gate. "Here we are," Lilly announced, "the Galeton Lady's House." "Why do they call it the Lady's House?" "Oh, it's a historic thing. Back during the civil war, when all the men went off to fight, a lot of women had to take over running businesses. The Galeton Lady's House was one of the first female owned hotels. But don't worry; it's not just for women. Anyone can stay here. It's just that it's run entirely by women, to recreate the historical atmosphere. Most of the girls working here are on summer break right now. That's the tourist season, and we do a lot of events. It's not quite so formal the rest of the year." "Oh, so I'm the only guy around?" "Yes, but we have male guests all the time." Lilly stood still and waited after closing the gate, "Looks like we have guests checking in, let's go around to the back." Lilly cracked open the back door, and they entered onto a pantry that was connected to the main kitchen. From inside they could hear the voices of several young women. "A boy, really?" "That's what Miss Hughes said." "That's not fair, it'll ruin all the fun." "Maybe he's super hot?" "He'll probably track in mud, play games all day, and want to watch football. Ewww." Lilly held Charles's shoulder and touched a finger to her lips to keep him from revealing himself. They looked at each other with shocked expressions, but then Lilly smiled and rolled her eyes, as if to dismiss the voices as silly. The voices continued. "You think Ms. Hughes will get mad if we try to get him to leave?" "They're related." "Figures. Wish it hadn't happened this year." Lilly counted to three on her fingers and pulled Charles along into the kitchen just as one of the voices was saying, "God, I hate living with boys." "Georgia, Kate, this is Charles. Charles meet Georgia and Kate." "Pleased to meet you," Charles meekly smiled and waved. Kate looked dumbfounded, but Georgia had an annoyed look on her face. She spoke, "You know it's not polite to eavesdrop." Lilly retorted, "You know it's not polite to make fun of people... I don't make fun of your speech impediment." "What? I don't have a speech impediment." "Yes, you speak very well, despite your disability." "What disability?" "You know, having a foot where you tongue should be." "Fine, I'm sorry. Hello Charles, I'm Georgia. Can we start again? I'm very pleased to meet you." "Sure, it seems like we got off on the wrong foot." Kate giggled a little. There was a bell and Kate scampered off toward the reception area to help with the guests. Lilly led Charles up to a very small room with a bed and a desk. "The maid's quarters are a little small," she explained. "Oh sorry, you're not a maid, but that's who they were built for. Sort of anyway. Ms. Hughes converted two of the guest rooms for us girls to stay in... Sorry you're not a girl, but you know what I mean. Anyway, there are four rooms now. They're actually quite nice. Each pair of rooms shares a bathroom with doors on either end." "So am I sharing with you?" "Well... don't take this the wrong way. We sort of drew straws, and Georgia lost. That's probably why she's in a foul mood. It's late and we're already moved in. I'll switch with her, but do me a favor?" "Sure what?" "It's just that I'd rather have her ask to switch with me, so she owes me. Let's wait until she brings it up, if that's okay? Just give her a few days. She's not as terrible as she seems, she's just a little... socially clumsy." Lilly left while Charles was settling in, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was Georgia. "Ms. Hughes wants to see you." "Oh, where is she?" "Down in her office." "Where's that?" Georgia looked annoyed, her head shook a little bit from side to side, "Come on, I'll take you," She started walking quickly, without bothering to check if Charles was following. He rushed to catch up, and after making a few turns and descending a staircase, they were at Ms. Hughes's door. The door was closed and Georgia left Charles to his own devices. He cautiously rapped his knuckles against the door. From inside someone called, "Come in, Come in." Ms. Hughes stood up when Charles entered, adjusting her clothes as she did. She was a tall woman with dark brown hair, and an overly feminine face that was accentuated by dramatic makeup. She wore a long dark brown dress that was double breasted in front; it added to her an air of authority. "Charles, Charles, come in. I haven't seen you for how many years?" "Eight... I think." "It's been a long time. Wow, you've really changed. You're almost all grown up." "You look a little different too." "Well I've dropped fifty pounds since the last time you saw me. I don't know if you'd remember that. Don't tell any of the girls, okay?" "No I won't." "You know, it's really weird. You look almost like the spitting image of your Mom, when she was your age." Charles blushed a bit. "Not exactly like her." "No, I mean you're a boy and all. You know, she was a bit of a tomboy. But we don't have to get into that, you're your own person, I'm sure. Sorry, I couldn't meet you earlier. It's been a really long day." "I suppose that's alright. Lilly's been helpful." "What about Georgia and Kate?" Ms. Hughes raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I just met them, they seem okay." "They put up a bit of a fit when I told them a boy was going to stay here this summer, but they're okay. Though, Georgia can be grumpy from time to time." "Yes, I noticed that. So Mom just told me you ran a hotel near a historic district. She didn't say anything about costumes." "Oh, that's what makes it a tourist town. It's only during the summer and holidays. But if you live in the town center you need to live in character." "What does that mean, exactly?" "Eighteen hundreds fancy garb. Not wild west. More Victorian, only we don't have strict rules about modesty, it's more about fantasy then reality. We still use air conditioners, and we have wi-fi, just try to be discrete when you use it. Some of the guys downtown like to do steampunk, and that fits right in. It does, however, mean that you can't go around in your street clothes." "I don't have any fancy clothes like that." "I know, I know. If you want, we can go look through the house closet before bedtime." Ms. Hughes led him down the hallway to a huge walk in closet that held two 15 foot lines of clothes. Charles was taken aback as he looked through the clothes. "These are all skirts and dresses?" "Not all of them. But you have to appreciate that we only have girls working here. So most of what I have is girl's uniforms. Over on the end we do have some of the outdoor stuff for when the girls do yard work or play field games. I made most of it myself during the off season. That stuff is cut from boy's patterns, and you're not too big for most of it." They made their way to the back of the closet and Ms. Hughes started holding up outfits next to him. She quickly found a grey, a brown, and a dark blue suit. While they were technically boys clothes, they looked slim and cute, made to flatter the female body. "These aren't too bad," Ms. Hughes declared without waiting for Charles's approval and laid them into his arms. "If I get a chance, I'll make you something, but we're a little short on help. One of the girls canceled this summer, which is why I had a room for you." "I appreciate it. Thank you. Can I help out?" "Glad you asked that Charles," She started leading him back to the office. "Because I'm going to put you to work, same as the girls. Well not exactly the same. I figure with a boy around you can do yard work, are you handy?" "I try to be." "Good boy. See what makes this a bit of a trick, is that the house is known for being run entirely by women. It's a selling point for the tourists, and generally a lot of fun. But that means I'd rather not have you interacting with the guests, so I figure I'll give you odd jobs if that's okay?" "Sure, it doesn't sound so bad." "No it's not. Actually, looking at you, I'm not so worried." "I know, I know. I'm not exactly a super macho looking guy." "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up. But I think most folks might just assume you're a tomboy." "But I am a boy..." "I know that, and I won't ask you to wear a dress, but if guests happen to assume you're a girl, please don't correct them. It would help me out a lot. Can you do that for me?" "I guess so, but don't tell anyone I'm a girl, okay?" "I can live with that. But I'm not going to announce that there's a boy here either. If that's okay." "Why? What's going on?" "Alright... look I only own part of this place, around twenty percent. The rest is owned by Harriet Bowman. She's a really rich widow from upstate. It's a point of pride for her that the house be entirely female run. She doesn't get involved in the day to day operations, so I didn't exactly tell her you were staying here." "Oh, I see. I guess I can live with that." "Thanks. Look, one other thing. If she happens to come by, try and make yourself scarce. If she presses you, say you are a guest. This is going to sound horrible, but she's a little crazy. The bad side of that is that she doesn't like men, I don't think; she's actually kind of sexist. The good side is all her kids are men, and I think, god forbid, when she... passes on, she's going to leave the place to me. She hinted at it anyway. She's rich, her sons are getting a grocery store chain, so they don't need it. Let's not mess that up?" "Okay, okay. Thanks for telling me. I can deal with crazy." * * * The next morning when Charles got up to shower, he noticed that Georgia had staked out most of the bathroom. There were five drawers, and she had taken them all for herself. While he was searching for an open drawer, Georgia overheard him. She barged into the bathroom, and with her red hair still in curlers, told him, "please don't go through my stuff." When he explained that he was just looking for an open drawer, she begrudgingly cleaned one out and left the room in a huff. Charles tried on the grey suit his Aunt had given him. It was far too cute for his taste. The pants were too short and exposed most of his calves; the top was tight fitting and made him look slender, and it had a slightly over sized tie. He couldn't help himself from thinking that it was just girl's clothes made to look like boy's clothes. It didn't help that his hair was long for a boy, so he tried to slick it down into a particularly masculine style. The suit didn't come with shoes, but his square black leather sneakers didn't look too out of place. He felt self-conscious walking down the stairs for breakfast until he saw what the girls were wearing. They were each in a gold-yellow maid's outfit with a white frilly apron and white knee socks. They looked like something out of Alice in Wonderland. Ms. Hughes was dressed more formally in dark colors. She pulled him aside. "Good morning Charlie! So breakfast is in the dining hall, it looks a bit like a restaurant because... well it is. We serve dinner to anyone who comes in. Breakfast is less formal. We usually set it out and let the guests pick at what they want. By the way, I'd like it if you'd call me Ms. Hughes in front of the girls. I make them all call me that, and I don't want to show favoritism." "Not a problem, Ms. Hughes." "Great, Charlie. You look handsome in that suit by the way. See, I told you it'd work out." At breakfast, he noticed that the girls had all started calling him Charlie. He didn't think much of it, but it was odd, as no one had called him that before. Afterward, they all set about their chores. Charlie found it an odd fuss when Kate and Georgia changed into black and white uniforms to go and make up the rooms. Lilly stayed in yellow to do kitchen work. Ms. Hughes sent him outside to mow the lawn. Which didn't sound so bad except that it was actually three lawns, with the side houses, and they didn't allow gas mowers in the historic district, so he had to use a hand mower. Thankfully the grounds were flat, so he didn't have to push the darn thing up hill. She also gave him a change of clothes, some light linen work clothes that almost looked like pajamas, but at least they helped him stay cool while he worked. It was exhausting, and he found himself sore and covered in sweat by the end of it. He went up to his room, stripped off all his clothes but his underwear, and fell back on top of the bed. He spread out his limbs to let the heat out of his body. The main house was inconspicuously air conditioned, and it felt great. Before too long, Georgia popped through the door. "It's time for lunch," When she saw him stretched out and nearly naked, her eyes widened and she paused for a second. Charlie was too tired to respond, "and put some clothes on. Geesh, stinky boys," She spun away, and exited, slamming the door behind her. After wandering through town for the rest of the day, he walked into the kitchen where Lilly was at work laying out pans of food. "Hey Charlie, you haven't seen Kate have you? She's supposed to help cook today." "Nope." "Just great. I suppose I can handle this all myself. But if we get many customers, this isn't gonna be a fun night," She let out a sigh. "You know, I can cook..." "Really? Are you offering?" "Sure, I can follow recipes. My mom used to work late and she'd pay me to help out. I took a summer cooking class." "Cool, this'll be fun, why don't you read over the recipes and start prepping food when you're ready. I'm going to set out the dining area," She ran over to a clothes rack, pulled down an apron and tied it around Charlie, "Trust me, you don't want to mess up those clothes. They are expensive," The apron was rather large and frilly with yellow trim. Charlie put it out of his mind and got to work. None of the recipes were too hard to follow, and a lot of the food was already prepared and sitting in the fridge, but Charlie did have to bread chicken and make stuffing. Things went smoothly. Lilly was in and out of the kitchen while Charlie cooked. Forty five minutes later, Georgia and Ms. Hughes came in the side door. "Hey Lilly, are you here all by yourself?" They both stopped cold when they saw Charlie working the kitchen. Ms. Hughes chuckled politely and spoke, "Oh, nevermind. You've got it covered. Thanks Charlie!" "Not a problem Ms. Hughes." "I guess not." "See Georgia, boys can be quite useful." Georgia didn't seem her usual snarky self. She was quietly looking Charlie over. Her eyes got wide, and she stared at him. Once she did speak, her voice was shy, and her face red. "I guess you do have it covered." "Thanks, you okay? You look shocked," Charlie asked. Georgia slowly tilted her head to one side as she gazed into his eyes, "No, I'm just impressed," She abruptly turned and left the room. Ms. Hughes waited for Lilly to get back to waiting on guests, then she cupped her hand over her mouth and commented to Charlie, "Don't take this the wrong way. But when I walked in, I thought you were your mom, in that apron. Like when we were kids." Charlie hadn't thought about the apron, as there weren't any mirrors in the kitchen. But when Ms. Hughes left. He took the opportunity to make a quick run to the bathroom, and look at himself. The apron was made to go over the yellow kitchen dresses that the girls wore, but it also fit very nicely around his grey suit, and made it look a lot like a dress. He took a step back, and it was very easy to see himself as a girl. Not done up or doll like, but he looked like pictures of his mom when she was his age. After he was done helping with dinner, he took off the apron, and Lilly told him to go up and get Georgia to deal with the dishes. He wasn't sure how well this would go over with her, but when he knocked on her door, she greeted him with the same strange look she had in the kitchen. She looked him over briefly, though this time disappointed. "Fine, I'll finish up," She said annoyed and left for downstairs. Charlie helped out in the kitchen twice that next week. Both times during Lilly's shifts. And both times, Georgia came back a little early from whatever she was doing to help them cleanup. She'd chat casually with Lilly, but Charlie caught her glancing quietly at him whenever she had the opportunity. She wouldn't make eye contact, so he didn't say anything. A few days later, Charlie came back from town to find Georgia frantically working in the kitchen. When he tried to ask what the fuss was all about, she sshhed him and ran out to the dining room with a tray of silverware. She returned and started explaining while she was prepping food. "Harriet Bowman, the owner, just called. Ma'dam Bowman. She's bringing eight people for dinner. Lilly and Kate are off at a movie, I don't know which one, but I'm sure they have their phones off, and Ms. Hughes drove over to Whitebell to buy fabric. We never get anyone here on a Wednesday. So I have to handle it all myself." "I can cook, can I help?" "Ms. Hughes told us to keep you away from Ma'dam Bowman. She's gonna come back to the kitchen, I'm sure. She's also probably gonna wander around the house and go through our stuff, if I know her." "Crap." "Yeah, crap is right. Look, if you don't want to be completely useless, run down to the movie theater, and see if you can find Lilly or Kate." "Won't they be inside, past the ticket line?" "So... buy a ticket. There's only four screens... look for them," Georgia grabbed her purse from off the counter. She pulled out a twenty dollar bill. "Here, I'll pay for it. Just go get me some help." Charlie was still trying to take it all in. "Please... Then just stay at the theater and watch a movie, on me, alright?" Charlie grabbed Ms. Hughes's bicycle off the back porch, and peddled madly into town. He was at the theater in five minutes. The movies had all already started, so there wasn't a line. He bought a ticket for the latest Pixar film, and wandered up and down the rows looking for the girls. When he didn't find them, he repeated the process with the other three movies showing there, but again, came up empty. Hopefully, their movie had finished and they went back to the house. Charlie peddled back furiously. He could see several fancy cars out front, and when he ran by the back to go up the side entrance, he looked in the window and saw Georgia in the kitchen still trying to get everything together. He stopped for a moment and could see that her arms were trembling, and that she seemed almost ready to start crying, but she was still managing to load pans into the oven. He took the stairs up, without going into the kitchen, and knocked at Lilly's door. There was no answer. Then he knocked at Kate's door. No answer there either. He cracked open Lilly's door, on the odd chance that she was listening to music, or sleeping, or that there was some clue to where they had gone. When he did, he noticed her kitchen uniform was laid out on her bed. It was a simple yellow dress, sort of halfway between a maid's and waitress's uniform. Of course, he thought about the fact that everyone said he looked like a girl in the apron. It wouldn't really be any different then what he'd been doing anyway, except he'd be doing it without pants. Still, he didn't know if it'd work. He stopped deliberating, stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the dress. It was a lot easier then he thought it would be. It buttoned up the front, and really wasn't much different from wearing a long shirt. His boy's underwear was covered up, and he wasn't shaving his face yet so it looked alright, except he did have some hair on his legs. He rushed over to the bathroom he shared with Georgia, borrowed one of her razors, and took a two minute stab at shaving them. It was messy and he knicked himself twice, but it was serviceable. He didn't have any shoes, and when he tried on some of the girl's shoes, he found they were too small, so he ran barefoot over to Ms. Hughes office and tried a pair of her's. They were still too small, but just barely. Charlie managed to squeeze on a pair of mary janes. He ran back to the kitchen, prepared for Georgia to laugh her head off. But she wasn't there. She was out taking the Bowman's orders. Charlie could smell something starting to burn on the stove. He went over, moved it to a different burner, and spun back around just in time to see Georgia enter the kitchen. Her face went through several expressions: When she pushed her way through the door, she was wearing the fake smile she'd been maintaining for the guests. As soon as the door closed, her face fell into the shocked forlornness of knowing she was utterly screwed. When she saw another girl in the kitchen, she sighed in relief. And when she saw it was Charlie, her cheeks turned bright red. "I couldn't find them. This was the best I could do. Do you think it'll work? Otherwise I can run off and hide." Georgia composed herself. She spoke timidly. "No that'll do fine. I think Ms. Hughes was right when she said you look like your mom." "Are my legs okay? I never shaved them before." Georgia nodded silently, "They look good," She blinked her eyes, shook her head, and snapped out of it. "Okay, this can work. Just stay in the kitchen and cook. I'll do the table service. But they'll probably come back at some point, so just be polite." "Should I try to talk like a girl?" "Your voice is okay. I wouldn't worry about it. Just don't talk like a boy. Also, if she asks, say your name is... Charlotte. Okay?" "Okay," Charlie, made a saluting motion with his left hand. "No, no. Curtsy, like this," Georgia, held the sides of her dress and bowed forward. Charlie mimicked her. "Okay?" "It'll do," Georgia put her fake smile back on, and exited into the dining room, with a basket of bread. The dinner went well, and whenever Georgia came back into the kitchen, she seemed more and more relaxed, until the fake smile stopped being fake at all, and she was beaming whenever Charlie pushed a load of plates into her arms. About an hour into it, Ms. Hughes got back from Whitebell. She made her way in from the garage to the back of the house and crept quietly into the kitchen. When she saw Charlie, she shrugged her shoulders and chuckled to herself. "Hey Charlie, well then I guess you have it covered." "I'm wearing your shoes." "Thanks. Does Ma'dam Bowman know you're back here?" "I haven't seen her yet. Georgia told her I was 'Charlotte.' Do I look okay?" He stood up straight and presented himself. "Twirl around once," Ms. Hughes made a circular motion with her finger. When Charlie spun around, the sides of his dress flared out and lifted up. "How's that?" "Wow. Thanks for switching teams for the night. You look just like your mom did. You could use a petticoat, but you look quite... right." Ms. Hughes went out to the dining room and did her job of entertaining Ma'dam Bowman. Just before dessert, she called Charles, as Charlotte, into the main room, and introduced "her" to the Bowmans. They were polite and Ma'dam Bowman complimented Charlotte on the meal, but she didn't really want to talk. After the dinner, the Ma'dam made a tour of the house with the girls, and again Charlotte followed along though "she" didn't say much. As the Bowman's were pulling away, Georgia walked up and kissed Charlie on the cheek. "I just wanted to say thank you. You really came through for me." Lilly, and Kate came in the back door. They'd gone out for icecream after the movie, and had forgotten to turn their cell phones back on. Ms. Hughes scolded them, though gently, and then let it drop. Lilly made everyone herbal tea, and they sat around and chatted. Kate poked fun at Charlotte for pretending to be a boy this whole time. The girls went upstairs to bed, and Charlie returned Lilly's dress. * * * The next morning, Charles awoke to hear a light rapping on his door. He thought it sounded too light to be someone knocking, but when he opened the door, he found Georgia red faced and holding three dresses on hangers. "Morning Charlie, so, we didn't want to make a big deal out of this... But just in case something like that happens again... I talked to Ms. Hughes and she thought... we thought... it would be good to be prepared," The hangers held a yellow kitchen uniform dress, a black and white house keeping uniform dress, and a fancy dark brown dress. "Oh okay, but I don't know if I'll be doing that again." Georgia tensed up, and she broke eye contact. "It's just I thought if you wanted them... You don't have to..." "Thank you. Georgia. I suppose it won't hurt to put them in my closet. Though I don't have any shoes or anything to wear with them, so I don't know how useful this is," Charlie briefly looked over the dresses, sighed and hung them in the back of his closet. When he turned back around, Georgia was gone. Charlie went back to yard work, and worked with Kate in the kitchen that night, in his dark blue suit. Georgia was nowhere to be seen the whole day. It was her day off, and she might have been abducted by aliens for all anyone knew, until she returned after the dining room had closed. Charlie was sitting quietly up in his room, browsing the web when there was another light rapping on his door. When he opened it, Georgia was outside holding a package. "Hey Charlie, I'm sorry about earlier. You wear right about the dresses. Here, I got you something." At first, Charlie thought it was a joke when he opened the package and found a pair of black mary janes in his size, a three pack of panties and bras, a bag of bird seed, a lady's disposable razor, some stockings, and a handful of dime store cosmetics. He looked at Georgia; she was not cracking into a smile; she was not sticking out her tongue. She was waiting very nervously to see whether or not he approved. "Thanks, but that's not exactly what I meant. I mean I'm not just going to up and start being a girl." Georgia looked miserable. "I'm sorry. Just when you said you didn't have anything to go with the dresses, I thought I could... I'm so stupid." "Thank you for the gift. But I'm not quite sure how to take it. What were you thinking?" He tried to say the last part without it being an accusation. "I just thought, it might be helpful to try on the dresses, just to see how you look. And then I thought you don't have any of the stuff you need, and you were so nice at helping out the other night, and I've been mean to you, and I wanted to make it up. You looked so good in the kitchen uniform, I guess I figured you had to like it. I mean if I was as pretty as you, I'd like it. We don't have to tell anyone. You can try the stuff on up here, and I can help..." Georgia trailed off, looking more and more depressed. Charlie was still looking through the bag; a receipt was hidden in the bottom. He looked at it without removing it from the bag, so Georgia couldn't see. It said eighty dollars. That was a lot of money. "Alright, we can try it once, just to see, when no one else is looking, and you can't tell anyone." Georgia, practically jumped up and closed the doors. Charlie was stunned because he hadn't meant now, but they were alone so he went along with it. She waited while he shaved his body in the bathroom. He came out in a bathrobe, and she gave him a pair of panties to put on while she looked the other way. She showed him how to put the bra on, starting backwards and rotating it around, then she filled two plastic bags with birdseed and stuffed them down into the bra. She had him lay on her bed and hold his legs up, while she rolled the white stockings up them. They felt smooth and silky. His legs were very sensitive from being freshly shaven, and he could feel the material stretch and pull whenever he moved. Georgia had him step into a black and white maid's dress. She zipped him up the back. They looked at him in the mirror. His legs looked slender, and the stuffed bra filled out the dress nicely. He looked delicate, feminine. Georgia sat him down in front of the bathroom mirror. She dabbed foundation at his face with a makeup sponge until it looked clean and smooth, like a doll's. Then she made him stay very still as she did his eyes. She didn't do anything elaborate, but she wanted to get it right, and when she was done, his eyes were cleanly outlined in black and gray. He almost protested when she got to the lipstick, but they'd already come so far, and he was memorized by how well his body worked as a girl's. She coated his lips in burgundy. Then led him back to his bedroom where she tied an apron, a red bowtie, and a small white bonnet with a red hair bow, onto him, completing the uniform. They looked at him together in the mirror. "Wow, Charlotte. You look really feminine." "Ms. Hughes keeps joking that I look like my mom. It's so strange. It's like staring at another person." "Do you like it?" "It's kind of fun. It looks really foreign. I don't recognize myself at all. But that's what makes it kind of fun." "You know you could get away with living as a girl. I don't mean you should. Just that you could." "And I thought I was starting to bulk up, with all the yard work. I guess I'll have to try harder." "It's not so bad is it? I mean one day you'll be a man. But right now if you happen to make a better girl than a boy, why not enjoy it?" "I guess so. It's just freaky. Why are you being so nice to me?" "What do you mean?" "You know. You're just so snarky when I'm a guy, and you seem a lot... softer to me whenever I'm in a dress." "...I don't know. I just get along with girls better. I don't mean to, it's just the way I am. It's really weird for me that whenever I see you... see Charlotte, I like you a lot better. I don't mean to be that way." "You've been nicer to me in general recently." "Yeah, but I think of you as a girl pretending to be a boy. I can't not think of you that way." "Normally, I'd be offended but there she is," Charles shrugged, and pointed to Charlotte in the mirror. "Thanks for dressing up. It means a lot to me," Georgia hugged him gently and then stepped away. He turned to face her. She was holding her breath, like she was waiting for something. Suddenly she stepped toward him, and kissed him. Their lips massaged each other's softly, and Charlie was filled with a warm drunken feeling as his entire body relaxed. Georgia, pushed through his lips with the tip of her tongue, and touched it against his. She pushed herself away, ran through the bathroom back to her bedroom, and slammed the door. The next day while Charlie was mowing the lawn, Georgia brought out a tray with two lemonades and sat with him out under the gazebo. "Hey Charlie, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. I took things too far, and it won't happen again. I was hoping you wouldn't have to tell anyone about it." "No, it's okay. It wasn't that bad. I mean I know it was inappropriate and all, but it's not like it didn't feel good at the time." Georgia sat up straight, "Really? I'm so glad you feel that way too. I just don't want to get in trouble." "What trouble are we gonna get into?" "You know, if we do that up in your room we could almost get away with anything. It's too tempting." "I liked it a lot, that last part at least. But yeah, I don't want to get kicked out." "Would you want to try it again, if we could be safer about it?" "How would we be safer?" "I was thinking... Charlotte and I could go somewhere public. Somewhere where we could do something besides stare at each other awkwardly." "You want me to go out to town in a dress?" "No one would know it's you. Not if we stayed away from Ms. Hughes and the other girls. We could just go see a movie or something. That way we could be alone, but not totally." Georgia did like him a lot better in the dress, maybe she was a lesbian... And the dress hadn't been too bad, he didn't hate it, and he wasn't likely to get caught. "Okay." "Really?" "Sure, why not." Georgia licked her lips "Great! Let's sneak out after dinner and go down to the theater." That night, Georgia helped him get dressed again. She was more timid than last time, and stayed hands-off, except when she helped him apply makeup. They both wore dark brown double breasted dresses similar to what Ms. Hughes usually wore. She only let them wear those for going into town, when she thought it would be safer for them if they dressed in an authoritative manor. They crept out the window and dropped down onto the front porch without being seen. The sun had just gone down, the street lights were just starting to flicker, and when they felt that the darkness concealed them, they held hands. At the theater, Georgia suggested they go see a documentary about African Birds. That theater was less than a quarter full, and the two were able to sit in the back without much notice. Georgia started by rubbing her leg against Charlotte's. Charlotte responded by raising the armrest and leaning up against Georgia, who responded by picking at the buttons over Charlotte's belly, then undoing them, then reaching in with her hand and running her fingertip around Charlotte's belly button. The two picked at each other's clothes, and brushed their hands over each other's legs until they were going crazy. Finally, Georgia started nibbling at Charlotte's lips. It was a short movie, and when it let out. They went to the lady's room to fix their makeup and then hurried home. They were pretty sure everyone was away, so they didn't bother sneaking back in. Instead they just walked up to Georgia's room and sat on the bed together. There was a knock on the door, and while they were both looking at each other dumbstruck, Ms. Hughes opened the door and strode in. "Ah ha!" She said in an amused, if haughty manor. "It's not what it looks like," Georgia protested. "So you and Charlotte didn't sneak off into town tonight?" "No we did, that," Charles said. Suddenly fully ware that he was sitting in front of his aunt in full makeup. "Look. I'm glad it was that. It was either that or you two snuck away to have sex. I'm relieved." The other girls had overheard, and they were peering in from the hallway. Ms. Hughes turned to confront them "It's okay girls. Georgia and Charlotte, just wanted to sneak off and see a movie." "Look Charlotte, if you want to experiment with the whole girl thing, I don't think anyone here will make fun of you. I mean we all do it, right?" Kate stuck her head in, "You look really nice." Lilly was chuckling to herself, but gave Charlotte a warm smile. "Sure, it can be our little secret. Besides we don't want Charles getting back to Ma'dam Bowman anyway." Ms. Hughes spoke again, "Okay, so let's try this. Tomorrow, Charlotte, why don't you try some of the more standard chores. You'll get to wear your uniforms during work, and I'll hire some of the local men to take care of the yard." Charlie was suddenly very self-aware. "I don't know if I'm ready for that." "Well, you're definitely experimenting right now, I'd rather you do it where I can see you. We'll go easy on you. I promise." "Okay, but maybe just for a little while." "Fine with me. And one other thing, I know it's late. But it would make me feel a little better if Charlotte and Kate switched rooms. I don't need any more surprises." Originally Posted on Fictionmania (Review it if you like it. It makes me happy.) [email protected]