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Reversal By Annie James Prologue Charlotte and Charleen are identical twins. Moreover, as so often occurs with such a pair, they early became best friends and companions. They were quick to learn to take advantage of the inability of others to distinguish between them, and exploited their similarity in all manner of childish adventures and pranks. About the age of ten they invented a new type of prank altogether by creating an alternate identity. A 'brother Charles' appeared on the scene from time to time. This phantom brother was a single identity, played turn about by the two conspirators. Charles was never duplicated, but only appeared when the twins wished, in the presence of strangers, to be identified separately. The two could mimic each other so convincingly that, at any given time, even their parents could not always be sure which was playing Charles's role. In the normal course of events, Charles might have been expected to gradually disappear from the scene, but rather surprisingly, he remained viable even after the girls had passed puberty. They remained slight of build, with only moderate hip expansion and small breasts. While they were attractive girls, it was not particularly difficult to conceal a modest bosom under bulky clothes. The voice might have been expected to present a problem, but since the girls' natural tone was a pleasant contralto, such accomplished mimics could easily modulate their sound to a convincing tenor. During high school days 'Charles' enabled them individually to access the boys' locker room, though, due to the difficulty of changing clothes publicly, 'he' never actually participated in boys' sports. At University 'he' proved even more useful. If the available dates were not too appealing, 'brother Charles' was always ready to squire one of the sisters while the other made herself unavailable. When it came to part- time jobs to help with tuition costs, 'Charles', working as a waiter in the student pub, was less subject to harassment than either of his sisters would have been. The sisters were so comfortable with the role of the phantom brother that at graduation time it seemed only natural to experiment to see if 'Charles' would have better job prospects than his sisters. It was 'Charles' and Charlotte who applied, because it was easier to place a concealing ink blot over the 'en' of Charleen than over the 'otte' of Charlotte. To neither's surprise, both twins were offered jobs with the same company, though 'Charles' was chosen first and offered a higher salary. No other company accepted both girls, although each had several jobs to choose from. Rather taken aback by this circumstance, they were not long in concluding that since they preferred to work together, 'Charles' would be brought to life for an extended period of time. A month later, when they reported for their new jobs in a distant city, 'Charles' had already acquired a suitable wardrobe, and felt quite confident about 'his' ability to perform in the workplace. Unbeknownst to the company, the 'Charles' they had hired was actually two persons, as was also his sister 'Charlotte'. At first the sisters alternated daily in each of their two roles. Their major problem with the deception, besides the necessity of keeping each other well informed about their activities, was remembering whose turn was which on a given day. Later on they alternated by the week, due mainly to the bother of removing traces of nail polish and makeup, as well as redoing hair styles. By the time our story begins about two years later, they had become comfortable with a monthly schedule of change. In the expanding company, promotion had also come quickly, and now they ranked one and two in the office hierarchy. Of course 'Charles' still ranked ahead of 'Charlotte'. Chapter 1 "Robin Alexander Warren," asked the young woman as his interview began. "Am I pronouncing your name correctly?" "Yes, my mother chose it. She nicknamed me, Birdie, but I prefer to be known as Robin." "Very well, Robin," responded the interviewer, "You probably know that I am Charlotte Breen, Assistant Manager." As the interview proceeded, Charleen, (for this was her month as Charlotte), found herself attracted to the modest young man who was applying for the latest junior position at the office. What it was about him that attracted her, she was not sure, but her mind wandered a bit during the discussion of his qualifications. He was no taller than herself, slender rather than muscular, blond, with regular features, and seemed somewhat intimidated by the interview situation. Impulsively she reached the decision that he would be the one hired, though she did not communicate that thought to him until he had finished his presentation, and she had asked a number of further questions. At the end of the interview, she asked him to wait while she reviewed his qualifications with the manager. Later that day, Robin returned by train to his small town home to give his mother the happy news. His appointment had been approved by Mr. Charles Breen to commence at the start of the next week. Exhilarated with his success in landing the job, he found the strength to refuse his Mother's offer to move with him to the city. Instead, he rented a small one-bedroom apartment, and set out to be on his own for the first time in his twenty-three years. As the only child of a widowed mother, Robin had always been the apple of her eye. Because she had basically done nothing but keep house for his benefit during his childhood and youth, while he attended elementary and secondary school and the small technical college nearby, he had never learned basic responsibility for himself. He found it a considerable shock to be suddenly saddled with making his own meals, his own bed, and keeping his own place tidy. Most weekends he spent back home with her, avoiding the cooking and cleaning chores which had never concerned him before. At his new job, Robin gradually learned what was required of him and managed to acquit himself creditably, though without any particular distinction. His co-workers accepted him, and the assistant manager, who had chosen him for the post, seemed satisfied with his work. Actually he found her very friendly and approachable, though he was slow to adopt her suggestion that he call her by her first name, Charlotte. He remained somewhat in awe of her importance in the company. One Friday, about three months after he had begun work, Charlotte came to his desk with a surprising request. "I have a favour to ask, Robin," she began, "you may refuse if you wish, and I will not hold it against you." "I'm sure I will try to do whatever you need," he responded. "Better wait until you know what I am asking," she laughed. "This is outside of working hours, and has nothing to do with your regular duties. I need someone to be my escort for a dinner meeting with the big boss when she comes to visit next week. Usually Charles serves as my escort when we go to a business engagement, but in this case he will effectively be escorting our woman president. Since I am also required to attend, it would be much better if we could be a foursome." "Well, I - -," Robin did not know how to respond. He did like Charlotte, but he knew he would be out of his depth in such a group, and felt that he lacked the necessary social graces. Noting his hesitation, Charlotte cautioned, "Don't answer right now. Think about it and let me know Monday." That weekend, his mother, sensing an opportunity for her son, was very definite in her advice. "Yes, go," she said, "It is important always to play up to your boss." The following weekend she was very insistent in pressing Robin for all the details of the encounter. In essence she learned that Charlotte had collected him in her car from his apartment, that they had dined in the best restaurant in town, that he was quite impressed with the high- powered company president, that in the informal environment of the dinner table Charlotte's brother Charles treated him as an equal rather than a subordinate, and, most significant in her mind at least, that afterwards Charlotte had accepted the invitation to take coffee at his apartment before saying good night. Mrs. Warren congratulated herself that her instructions to her son had been followed to the letter and had turned out successfully. It was another month before he received an invitation from Charlotte to make up the fourth for an evening of bridge at her apartment, along with Sheila, a co-worker from the office and Charles. After a pleasant evening, Charlotte again drove him home and accepted his invitation for coffee in his flat. It was at the office Christmas party when it began to dawn on Robin that his mother might be right. Charlotte did seem to have a thing for him. Perhaps there was more to it than free flowing wine when she confessed on the dance floor, "You know, Robin, I really like you. Perhaps we should see more of each other." She was less than totally thrilled by his response. 'I really like you too, Charlotte, but perhaps we shouldn't let things go too far, in case we become serious. You're a career girl. I know you wouldn't want to give up your career for a man, but I want to marry a homebody, like my mother." "Well, at least you're honest about it, I guess," she responded, but there was disappointment evident in her tone of voice. "There's no reason why we can't continue to be friends though," he added lamely. "I'm certainly willing to go out with you whenever you need me." After that evening it was February before Robin received another request to partner Charlotte to a business dinner. He thought she was angry with him. For once he had refused to follow his mother's advice, by making no effort to apologize to Charlotte for his remarks on the dance floor. After the dinner engagement, during her usual stop for coffee in his apartment, Charlotte began to question Robin about his views on sex and gender roles. She was surprised to find that his opinions were even more extreme than he had expressed on the dance floor. "I know we disagree on this, Charlotte, but in my view a woman should quit her job when she gets married, and devote herself to her husband and family." "And what if she has no children?" she probed. "She is still needed to keep house and look after her husband." "You don't think it should ever be the other way round? Even if she has more education and a better job than he could ever obtain?" "That's just the way the world is. That's how my mother has lived her life, and she was a school principal before she got married." "And if you were a girl, you would be prepared to give up your career to look after a husband and family?" "Of course, but that's just it. I'm not a girl." Thinking back over this conversation in later years, Robin would come to realize that it marked a turning point. At the time he recognized no particular significance in Charlotte's final remark. "You know I would really like to meet your mother. Perhaps you could arrange to invite me over some Saturday or Sunday?" Quite willing to accede to this request, Robin duly consulted with his mother and an invitation was arranged for Charlotte to come on a Sunday afternoon and stay for dinner. The day and time were chosen for the practical reason that it would provide Robin with a ride back to town that evening, thus saving him both train and taxi fares Chapter 2 Mrs. Warren, who, in spite of Robin's descriptions, was not quite sure what to expect, was immediately taken with this attractive, friendly girl, so nicely clad in a bright print dress. No fool about the relationship between the older woman and her son, and with an agenda of her own in mind, Charlotte spared no effort to charm her hostess. In this she succeeded admirably, so much so that she accompanied Mrs Warren to the kitchen during supper preparations, effectively leaving Robin to twiddle his thumbs alone in the living room. Both women enjoyed the visit. Robin, the subject of much of their conversation, was not always comfortable with what was said about him, and blushed often when Mrs. Warren confided some of his childhood misadventures to their guest. Because of his departure in the car with Charlotte, he had no opportunity to remonstrate with his mother about her more embarrassing revelations. He did have an opportunity in the car, however, to tell his side of the stories. He was forced to wait until the next weekend to hear his mother's evaluation of Charlotte. He found that evaluation surprisingly positive. "She would definitely be a good catch for you, Robin," enthused Mrs. Warren. "But Mother, she's a career girl. She'd never give that up to marry me." "Why should that matter?" his mother asked. "Well, who would get the meals, and make the beds, and look after the children if we had any?" "I suppose you would work it out somehow. Other couples do." "But you always stayed home to look after me." "That's true, but I am not sure that I did you any favours by doing everything for you. When I come to the city, I'm not very impressed with the way you keep your apartment." "That's what I mean. I'm a man. I don't know how to keep house. It's women's work." Mrs. Warren suddenly changed the subject. "Robin, did I never tell you the reason I have stayed home all these years?" "If you did, I have forgotten." "Well, it was simply because of the way your father's insurance policy was written. If I had gone to work, I would have lost the allowance paid to me to look after you. It simply wasn't economical to go back to the work force. I've started now to look for a job, though. When I find one, you may have to go elsewhere to get your laundry done on weekends." "Then I'll really need to find a girl who wants to be a homebody." "You're being ridiculous. Have you never heard of a Laundromat?" It was a long time since Robin had heard such scorn in his mother's voice. This conversation was revealing a side of her which he had never encountered before. He was the one who changed the subject after she wondered out loud, "Perhaps Charlotte might help me find a position." Encouraged by his mother, but not really believing that Charlotte would accept, Robin invited her to go bowling with him on the following Wednesday evening. She agreed readily, even accepting the idea that they would go by bus to and from her apartment, since he could not yet afford a car. The evening was a success, crowned perhaps by their parting at her door. She did not invite him in, but thanked him cordially, and was the initiator of a light kiss on his lips. Although of course, he was not aware of it, the reason he was not invited in was that this occurred during the period when she was acting the role of Charles. She had changed especially for the evening and feared that Robin might accidentally encounter her duplicate, also dressed as Charlotte. Over the next several months bowling gradually became a routine with them, supplemented in some weeks with an evening at the movies. Robin found himself beginning seriously to think of asking for Charlotte's hand in marriage. Strangely enough, she gave the impression of gradually coming around to his view of a woman's proper role in marriage. During the same period, he was learning every weekend, that his mother's views were the exact opposite of what he had always thought them to be. She continually bemoaned the fact that she had done such a poor job of preparing him to take care of himself, and that in this modern age he held such antiquated ideas about correct family structure. Robin remained totally unaware of the close attachment which had formed between Charlotte and his mother. They talked regularly on the telephone, and had several meetings at times when Charlotte was ostensibly out of the office for business reasons. They were both agreed that Robin would be a suitable husband for Charlotte, if only his antiquated expectations could be reformed. How this might be accomplished, they were at first unable to determine, and Mrs. Warren began to fear that Charlotte might not become the daughter she had longed for and been denied by her husband's untimely death. Chapter 3 It was only in September, after Robin had worked up the courage to propose, that Charlotte was struck with an idea which she hoped might resolve her dilemma. Mrs. Warren was at first opposed, but began to support the concept after being taken into the twins' confidence about their dual identity. After that, the more she thought about it, the better she liked it. This plan would certainly teach Robin the lessons he had failed to learn because of his mother's indulgent treatment of her only child. As for Robin's proposal of marriage, Charlotte at first, neither accepted nor rejected it. In response she asked two questions, "I suppose you would want me to promise to love, honour, and obey you." "I don't think in this day and age that I could expect that, but it would be very nice if you offered," he responded. "And you would want us to forego my salary, and live entirely on what you can earn?" "I admit that it would be a struggle, but surely my wages will continue to rise. I'm planning to buy a car in the Spring. Perhaps I'd even get a promotion when you leave the company." Charlotte, who knew perfectly well that his limited education would preclude him rising even to her own present salary level, did not betray her thoughts on that subject. Instead she gave an impression of deep thought before finally responding directly to his proposal. "I do hope your will forgive me for not giving you a straight yes or no answer at once," she continued. "It is not that I have not been anticipating your proposal, but marriage is such a serious matter that there is a lot for me to consider. Let's talk about it again in two weeks. Perhaps my mind will be clearer then." And so it was left for the time being. Meanwhile Charlotte (actually Charleen) consulted extensively with both her twin and with Mrs. Warren. By the time the two weeks had passed, a plan of action had been worked out and agreed upon. On the night when she gave her promised reply, Charlotte (Charleen) both baited and sprung her trap. "Do you remember from your history," she asked, "how in the middle ages a knight earned the favour of his lady by doing some tremendous service, such as slaying a dragon, duelling with another knight for her hand, or accomplishing some task set by her." "Vaguely." "Would you do such a thing as slay a dragon for me." "Lady Charlotte, I am at your service." "Would you perform any task I set, even if you found it embarrassing?" "You have but to ask." "In that case I will set a task for you to perform at our office Christmas party. I have been made responsible for the program. If you perform the task well, I will consider setting a Spring date for our wedding. Perhaps I will even set a date earlier than you expect. There is a possibility that the company will want me to transfer to the West Coast after Christmas." When he asked what would be the nature of this task, Charlotte would give him no hint, other than that it would involve being part of the entertainment, and that he might find it embarrassing. "Wait and see," she told him, "you will be informed just two weeks before the party, on the day that the invitations are sent out." For a whole two months the expression, walking on air, could fairly be used to describe Robin's frame of mind. His relationship with Charlotte did not advance to the physical, although that was probably due more to his innate conservatism and wish to do right by his bride, than any reluctance on her part. He would be marrying the girl of his dreams, and on his own terms too. His wife would not be a career girl. She would devote herself completely to her husband. Who could ask for anything more? His cheerful optimistic mood was shaken on the Friday that he received his invitation to the office party. Charlotte called him into her office and presented it to him just at five o'clock on the day prior to its general distribution. It consisted of two parts, with an outer folder indicating that the party would consist of a mock wedding between 'Miss Robin Warren' and 'Mr. Charles Breen', details of time and place inside. The insert was engraved in exactly the format of a real wedding invitation, giving, besides the location, the information that the ceremony would commence at 6 p.m. on a Friday, with dinner at seven, followed by dancing. The names of the bride and groom were printed without apostrophes and each invitation even included an RSVP. "Is this to be my task, appearing as the bride in a mock wedding ceremony?" asked Robin, "You said I might feel embarrassed and I certainly will feel silly if that's what you want me to do." "Oh, it's not that simple," she told him, "You say you want your wife to be a simple homemaker. I want you to understand exactly what you are asking." "I think I know that now." "That's just it. You think you know, but you really don't. So unless you convince me that you really do understand, the engagement will be off." There was a note of resignation in his voice as he asked, "Exactly what do you want me to do?" "Your task will be to learn all about keeping house, and all about how a woman is expected to behave in the kind of world you think is ideal. You have exactly two weeks to learn. Your success will be judged at the office party, by how realistic you make the wedding seem. If it turns into a total farce, it will be obvious that you understand nothing about a woman's life, and I am afraid that will end our engagement." "Are you going to teach me?" "No. I have arranged for you to have the next two weeks as holiday time. You will go home to your mother's, and she will teach you everything you have to know." "My mother! What has she got to do with this?" "You can ask her that yourself tonight. If we hurry out to supper right now, then, after you pick up your bag at your apartment, I can drive you to the station. Since you have so much to learn, it is important that you get started first thing in the morning." Chapter 4 It was nearly eleven when Robin arrived at his mother's home, so there was not a lot of time for discussion about the task which Charlotte had set for him. In any case his mother seemed to know all about it, and had already decided how his learning should proceed. She said little to him about the plans she had made, contenting herself simply with issuing his first instruction. "Set your alarm for seven. I will be up at seven-thirty expecting to find my breakfast ready. You already know what I prefer to have in the morning. I will start at eight o'clock to teach you about the duties of a housewife." Robin had only once before in his life attempted to get breakfast for his mother. On that Mother's Day it would have resulted in total disaster if she had not come to the rescue, when both the toast and her porridge started to burn. That experience had confirmed her in the habit of doing things herself, rather than risking catastrophe by depending on her son. Greater maturity, or at least greater age, must have played a factor next morning, because he succeeded reasonably well, although she sat at the table for fifteen minutes waiting for him finally to have everything ready. As she poured herself a second cup of coffee, Mrs. Warren issued her second order. "Be a Dear, Robin, and bring me the morning paper from the front porch. I'll read it while you make the beds and do up these dishes. Then we'll get on to what you have to learn today." Already running out of patience with having to perform these petty chores, he was unable to resist questioning her about this new attitude of wanting to be waited upon, for the first time in his experience. "Mother, why are you going along with this silly scheme of Charlotte's? It seems to me you could have more respect for your son." Mrs. Warren suppressed the anger which was aroused in her by his self- serving remark, and she answered evenly. "I happen to agree with Charlotte. You do not understand what is expected of a woman. Furthermore I think she is a very fine young person, and I look forward to having her as a daughter-in-law. I'm only sorry that I failed to raise you to a standard that she has a right to expect. Now hurry along and get the paper before my coffee starts to get cold." By eight-thirty Mrs. Warren laid her newspaper aside. When Robin attempted to pick it up, she interrupted. "Now, son, there'll be no time for you to read the paper. You haven't decided yet what to make for lunch, let alone make out a menu for all the meals in the coming week. Bring a pencil and paper and I will help you with suggestions." It took the better part of an hour for him to prepare a menu to her satisfaction. This had to be followed by an audit of what was available in the cupboards, so that a shopping list could be prepared. Another hour was taken while he, under her careful direction of course, baked a cake for the weekend. Preparing lunch, even though it was only simple sandwiches and soup, used up the balance of the morning. Robin had not been able to relax for a single moment. Nor did he get any relaxation in the afternoon. As soon as the luncheon dishes had been washed and put away, he was directed to take his shopping list with him to purchase the week's supply of groceries. He returned, with that mission accomplished, just in time to begin preparing supper. Mrs. Warren allowed him to struggle through her cookbooks for a considerable time before coming to his rescue with specific instructions about cooking the roast and preparing the gravy, as well as making a sauce for the broccoli. Even after he finally managed to clean up all the dishes and pans used to prepare supper, his mother still insisted that the spilled gravy, which had burned on the stove elements, be attacked with cleanser. It was after eight when he finally had the chance to read the morning paper and to watch a little television. He had been going non-stop for over thirteen hours, except for short meal breaks. He was called upon again at ten, to prepare a tray of tea and cookies to share with his mother. Sleep came that night as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was allowed to sleep till eight on Sunday morning, but again was responsible for preparing breakfast and cleaning up. This morning was not such a rush so he had time for a shower before dressing for church. His mother only issued one order. She had always been resentful that he had earlier dropped out of the choir, so she took advantage of her sudden power over him to emphasize, "This morning I want to hear your voice during the singing." Without a reminder he accepted his responsibility for making the lunch and cleaning up afterward, but because of his inexperience, it was well into the afternoon before he finished the task. If he had expected relaxation then, he discovered that even that agenda was not his own to set. He was not in a position to refuse when his mother peremptorily ordered, "Put on your coat and we'll go for a walk. I feel like taking a stroll in the park." On their return he had to start in immediately with dinner preparations so that he was once more fully occupied until after seven in the evening. If he had any satisfaction from his work in the kitchen it came from his mother's reaction to his cooking. "Thank you for serving veal cutlets. They're a favourite of mine." Unfortunately she qualified her approval with an additional remark. "I thought the carrots were a bit overdone, though. During their evening, spent watching television, Mrs. Warren pre-empted the remote control and, although she consulted his opinion about what to watch, carefully avoided accepting his choices. She was taking seriously the promise she had made to Charlotte to see that his time be fully occupied with tasks or activities not chosen by himself. Just before bedtime, while sipping the tea he had prepared, she issued his instructions for the following day. ?So far you have had me to lean on for whatever housewife?s task you have had to do. Tomorrow you will be on your own, since I will be going off to the city.? ?Oh, are you going to visit someone?? he asked. She avoided giving a straight answer. ?I have things to do. Now don?t interrupt. I will be leaving on the commuter train at seven. I want my breakfast served at six-thirty. And don?t forget to waken me at six?? ?Couldn?t you set your own alarm.? ?Of course I could,? she replied impatiently, ?but you are supposed to be learning the responsibilities of a housewife, and one of those is to get her husband off to work on time. For our purposes you have to pretend that I am the husband. I thought you understood that.? ?Yes, I suppose so, Mother,? he acknowledged. ?What am I to do while you are gone?? ?On Mondays, I change the beds and do the wash. If you manage that successfully in the morning you might be able to squeeze in a short nap after lunch, but if you do, be sure to set the alarm. I will expect you to be showered and dressed when I arrive home at six.? ?Why do I need to shower and dress in the afternoon?? ?Oh, my! You are a dunce. As a husband I can expect my wife to be freshly turned out, to greet me at the end of a long working day, and that means a dress, or skirt and blouse. I wouldn?t accept jeans and a sweat shirt. I will want to be served a glass of wine while I read the evening paper, and I will want my hot dinner served sharp at six-thirty. You have plenty to do to prepare for my arrival home.? ?Will you leave me a list of what you expect me to do?? ?If you wish, but you really should be able to figure it out for yourself.? Chapter 5 Robin struggled to rouse himself at the sound of the alarm, but he did manage to waken his mother and have her breakfast ready on time. Everything went well until Mrs. Warren was just about to leave the house. She called from the doorway, ?Aren?t you coming to the door to kiss your husband good bye?? As he was approaching to deliver a dutiful kiss, she asked, ?Didn?t you bring my umbrella? It?s raining this morning.? Rather upset by the her demanding manner, he decided to take advantage of a housewife?s autonomy in setting her own work schedule, by postponing the breakfast dishes until after he enjoyed the morning paper which his mother had left beside her empty coffee cup. That might have cost him only a half hour out of his busy day, but he grew sleepy and the recliner chair was so comfortable that he slept for over two hours. It was time to start lunch by the time the breakfast dishes were done and the beds changed. Sorting the laundry and operating the washer and dryer according to clear written instructions did not overtax his limited household skills, but he realized the wisdom of his mother?s advice that he could have read the paper while the first load was passing through the wash cycle. The clock had reached almost five when he finished folding the last items out of the dryer. As he rushed to have his shower, he learned the hard way that the available hot water had all been used in the wash. There was no time to investigate what his mother had meant when she hinted he might find something suitable to wear in the cupboard in her bedroom. He donned the slacks which he had not worn since she had pressed them during his last visit home, put on a clean shirt, and rushed to the kitchen. He did remember to wear an apron to protect his fresh clothes. With the experience he had already gained, he managed better in the kitchen and actually had the meal on cooking when Mrs. Warren arrived home. She first appeared pleased when, having doffed his apron, he reached the door to offer a kiss of greeting before she had closed it behind her. Then, after rather coldly accepting the kiss, she complained, ?I thought you understood that I expect my wife to greet me wearing a skirt.? ?I didn?t think you were serious, Mother. I put on a fresh shirt and trousers. Besides I wouldn?t have had enough time.? ?You?ve put me in a grumpy mood,? she growled. ?Here, help me off with my coat.? While he was hanging up her coat in the cupboard, she rushed into her bedroom and came back quickly, carrying two pieces of clothing which she handed to him. ?Go into the bedroom and put these on at least,? she ordered. While she picked up her newspaper from the hall table and started into the living room, he moved slowly toward the bedroom. She waited in the doorway until he had closed the bedroom door before sitting in the recliner chair to begin reading. Robin, dumbfounded at being ordered to put on a skirt, was almost at the point of rebellion. He stood irresolute for a moment; hand on his belt buckle, wondering if now was the time to put his foot down about the limits to which he was prepared to go to please his prospective fianc?e and his mother. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother?s voice. ?Hurry, Dear, I?m waiting for my wine,? she called. Hastily he removed his pants, and over his BVDs pulled on the dark half slip he had been given. Feeling awfully silly, he tucked in his shirt as he drew on the pleated skirt before fastening its waistband and pulling up its rear zipper. The skirt fitted snugly around his tummy and hips and reached to his kneecaps. ?What?s taking you so long?? called his mother again, ?I?m waiting for my drink.? ?Coming, Mother,? he answered, and strode into the kitchen. When he delivered her chilled wine a few moments later, he was surprised that she made no mention whatsoever on his manner of dress. She looked up from her paper just long enough to say, ?Thank you, my Dear. You have no idea how much I have looked forward all day to this moment of relaxation.? Wearing his apron again, Robin completed the supper preparations and the meal went off without a hitch other than being five minutes late in starting. While they lingered over a last cup of coffee, Robin ventured to ask, ?Mother, why are you pushing this husband thing to the extent of having me wear a skirt?? Her reply was a request that he stand and walk across the room. When he had done so she continued, ?Now turn around, so I can see the total effect. That skirt fits you well. You have good legs, too. I don?t like that ugly hair on them though. You?ll have to do something about that.? ?Mother, you haven?t answered my question,? grumbled Robin plaintively. ?Did you not say to Charlotte that you would like her to promise to love, honour, and obey you?? ?Well, yes, in a manner of speaking, but she didn?t say she would.? ?Then you should realize, that dressing as she is asked, is one of the ways a woman pleases her husband. How can you appreciate that fact if you don?t try it out in practice?? The balance of the evening was spent as before. Robin took care of the supper cleanup without help from his mother, and she again took possession of the television remote. After he had served their nightly tea, he headed for his room and dressed for bed. He had not actually climbed in when his mother knocked. He slipped on his robe and opened the door. ?I?ve decided to rearrange our bedrooms to make things easier for you tomorrow. You will take my bedroom downstairs. That way you will be closer to the kitchen and will have your own bathroom so you can shower in the afternoon without tramping up and down the stairs.? ?But Mother, I don?t think it?s necessary for you to give up your own comfort just for me.? ?I have already moved what I need into the guest room. I want you to move tonight. That will save you having extra sheets for the laundry this week.? Silently he followed her down the stairs and into the master bedroom. She folded down the top sheet. He obeyed without comment when she ordered, ?Now, hand me your robe and crawl in.? When he had done so, she tucked the covers about him, then leaned over, just as she had done when he was a small child, to kiss him good night. ?Now close your eyes, Darling. Tomorrow will be another big day.? She stood waiting for a moment until he obeyed. Then she picked up his robe and slippers, turned off the light, and left the room. As she was about to lay her own head on a pillow a short while later, Mrs. Warren reflected back over the day with satisfaction. She felt that a lot of progress had been made. Robin had put on a skirt as directed without baulking. She had expected a contest of wills which had not materialized. ?If things will just go as smoothly tomorrow?? she thought to herself as she set her own alarm clock. ?Anyway he will have no real choice, unless he wants to go all day in his pyjamas. I think I found every other stitch of his clothes to lock in his room.? Chapter 6 Robin wakened next morning to the gentle touch of his mother?s hand on his shoulder. He felt a moment of panic at first that he had failed to set the alarm and she would be annoyed about a late breakfast. Her voice, though, sounded soft and reassuring, not angry. ?Wake up, my darling. Hurry into the bathroom and wash up. Never mind your robe. I will lay out on the bed what I want you to wear.? Still somewhat groggy, he sat up, put his bare feet down on the rug, stretched, and walked to the bathroom. After relieving his bladder he moved to the sink where he was surprised to find his shaving kit ready for use. What he found laid out in the bedroom for him to wear was not a total surprise. He had half expected something of the sort. A brightly- coloured cotton housedress lay on the bed. For underclothes there was only a single plain pair of briefs. ?No, panties,? he amended to himself, ?They have no fly. At least they don?t have any lace trim.? As he pulled them on, their silky texture roused him somewhat, but he was able to tuck his privates down so they were not overly conspicuous. The panties fitted him well. The dress was a loose fitting style which went over his head easily and fastened with a single button at the neck. It had short sleeves. For his feet he found sockettes which just covered his toes and heels and did not show above the low-heeled pumps. The heels were low by the standards of women?s shoes, but he at first found their narrow one-inch height rather teetery. Feeling just as silly as on the previous day when he had first donned a skirt, he walked from his bedroom to the kitchen where his mother was waiting. She was still wearing her satin dressing gown and slippers. ?You should find that very comfortable for doing your housework,? she greeted him. ?Mother, what will I do if anyone comes to the house today.? ?Don?t worry about it, Dear,? she responded. ?I?ll be home all day, so I?ll answer the door if need be. I do hate that ugly hair on your legs though. Why don?t we go into the bathroom right now and remove it.? She led the way back into the master bedroom, but waited at the bathroom door for him to enter first. With him standing on the toilet seat without his shoes, she used his own razor to scrape his legs clean. Surprised that this could be done without the use of shaving cream, he dutifully lifted his hem when requested, so she could shave above his knees. Happy that this project was proceeding with no objection from Robin, she wondered idly if he might have objected had she chosen a silky rayon or jersey instead of the cotton for his first house dress. Had she been able to read his thoughts she would have been pleased to learn that he was wondering how it might feel to be entirely clothed in a satin garment like her housecoat. He struggled mentally to control the arousal prompted by this thought, and she gave no sign of noticing the slight bulge which showed through his skirt front. Instead she remarked again that she thought his legs more attractive than most girls?. Back in the kitchen, while they worked together to prepare breakfast, she told him that for the day she would take the role, not of a husband, but of a mother helping her daughter prepare herself for the responsibilities of marriage. As she said this, she drew him to her for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When the breakfast dishes were finished, she showed him how to set up the ironing board and left him at this task, while she went to change out of her nightclothes. Later in the morning she undertook some instruction to further upgrade his cooking skills, and supervised while he baked a pie. When the kitchen had been tidied after lunch, she repeated some previous advice about a housewife?s schedule. ?Unless you have an early afternoon engagement, it is always best to take a nap, or relax in some way right after lunch. That?s probably the only time in the day when you?ll get the chance. Since we didn?t get up too early this morning, maybe you would like to forego the nap and just read the morning paper. We won?t have too long, because there is a lot yet for you to learn this afternoon.? They shared the paper, and Robin even had time to work the crossword puzzle before she told him what to do next. ?Give your face a really close shave now, and then take your shower. I left shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom, so wash your hair and use the conditioner according to the instructions on the bottle. I?ll help you put up your hair after you finish.? She thought as she waited for him, how lucky it was that his beard was so thin and blond. ?I won?t even have to put powder on his face,? she added to herself. When he called her into the bedroom to report that he was finished, she found him again wearing his housedress. ?Oh, I should have told you to change to something else and put those clothes in the laundry hamper. Did you at least change your panties?? When he confessed that he had not, she went to a drawer and came back with another pair. ?Here, put these on. A lady always changes her underwear after a shower. She must always be impeccably dressed to receive her husband at the end of the day.? He accepted them from her without comment and went back to the bathroom to change. She said nothing about the fact that it would have been easy to do so under cover of his skirt without leaving the room. Nevertheless when he pulled the fresh antron-satin panties with their lace trim up about his loins he had an even greater problem than before to hold his arousal in check. ?Do you like the lace trim on those panties?? she asked as she seated him on the dressing table bench. ?I suppose it?s quite pretty,? he answered. ?Husbands like their wives to wear lacy things,? she advised him, ?and unlike strangers, they get to see just what she?s wearing underneath.? She carefully combed out his hair and began the process of rolling it in curlers, insisting as she did so, that he practise putting in some of the curlers himself. When she had finished, he said that his head felt like the inside of a porcupine. A moment later she placed a shower-cap type hood over the curlers and connected its rear hose to the dryer unit. It ballooned out as the warm air surrounded his head and leaked past his ears and temples. ?We?ll start now to dress you.? She handed him an unopened package of pantyhose. When he had removed the wrapper, she showed him how to reach his thumbs into the toes to draw them up to each knee, before standing to pull them up over his panties. ?Don?t they feel smooth?? she asked as he adjusted them with his hands. When he had finished, she handed him a white Lycra pantie-girdle. ?This will help to control any urges you get while you are dressed,? she told him. He pulled the garment up over his pantyhose and turned away from her while he put his hand down inside to adjust the fit over his privates. When he had finished, the bulge which had interrupted the line of his panties was no longer evident. He liked the feel of the taut material compressing his small tummy. ?Lift your dress now so we can pull it off over your head when I disconnect the hose,? came the next instruction. ?There, now put on your shoes and stand up.? When he saw the white Lycra and lace bra which she next brought out, Robin ventured, ?I don?t think that will do anything for me.? She laughed, ?Not by itself, but I have a set of falsies for you. Lots of girls need them. When they are alone in the bedroom, a husband doesn?t necessarily mind if his wife is not overly endowed, but he certainly wants other men to think she is.? He held out his arms while she fastened the brassiere in place and adjusted its straps. When she had inserted the pads, she told him to stand up and face the mirror. He agreed with her assessment that the artificial enhancement gave him a convincingly feminine form. ?Many a girl would envy you your shapely body,? she assured him. The dryer hose had to be disconnected again while a full nylon slip slid over his head and draped about his body. He enjoyed the sensation as the cool silky material slithered over the bare skin of his shoulders and torso. He liked too, the mirror?s reflection of the lace at his knee and over his bodice. For a dress he was handed a flowered crepe number with a full skirt, flaring out from the hip. When its rear zipper was drawn up, its form- fitting design added emphasis to his shapely figure. After being reminded to sweep one hand under his skirt before sitting, he raised his arms to assist his mother in removing the curlers from his hair. Then she carefully combed and brushed it, using a can of hair spray to fix it in place. As he stared at his image in the glass, the femininity implied by the curls which framed his pert face began to affect his own perception of himself. To her great satisfaction, he blurted out, ?It?s lovely, Mother. You?ve done a marvellous job.? While he continued to sit facing the mirror, she handed him first a necklace to clasp in place, and then clip-on earrings to be screwed tight to each lobe. He would have continued to sit staring at his image after he had clipped a dainty gold lady?s watch on his wrist, had she not reminded him of the passage of time. ?Come along now,? she urged. ?It is time to begin preparing supper. We?ll have to save a lesson on cosmetics for another day. You can change your shoes, though. Higher heels will make you look even better in that dress.? During supper preparations, with a frilly apron covering the front of his dress, Robin tapped around the kitchen on two-inch heels. Slightly unsteady at times, he rapidly gained better control and more confidence in his balance. He could feel a strain at the back of his knees from the unaccustomed posture imposed by his heels, but considered that a small price to pay for the thrill he was experiencing from the realization that he could be a convincing girl. And he was pretty! He made several excuses for errands to the bedroom, just to confirm that fact in the full length mirror. Never before had he been so conscious of his own appearance. Never before had he ever felt so attractive. Mrs. Warren smiled when he began to hum as he peeled the potatoes. Dinner passed pleasantly, and they worked together to clear up afterward. While they sat in the living room watching television, Robin became fascinated at the embroidery work which kept his mother?s hands going steadily. Before the evening was out, she had started him at embroidering his own and Charlotte?s initials on a pair of pillowcases. Before their bedtime snack, she showed him through the cupboards and drawers in his room, all filled with feminine garments purchased specially for him. He was particularly delighted to find a full length satin housecoat, a match for hers, but in peach rather than yellow, with full flowing sleeves buttoning at the wrist, large buttons, and a shawl collar. At her suggestion he hung his dress in the closet and donned wispy blue baby doll pyjamas, over which went his new housecoat. Satin slippers replaced his shoes. On his own initiative he retained the padded bra. He felt ?Oh so elegant!? while they shared their tea and cookies, and he beamed with pleasure when she said how much she had enjoyed the day of sharing her woman?s world with a ?daughter of my very own?. His final task, before climbing into bed to luxuriate in his silky baby dolls, was to wash out his pantyhose and hang it on the shower bar to dry overnight. Chapter 7 When Robin?s alarm went off at five to six, he hurriedly donned his satin housecoat, and rushed to awaken his mother. The final thing she had said last night was how much she regretted having to revert to the role of demanding husband on the morrow, after developing such a pleasant mother-daughter relationship. ?Anyway,? she had concluded, ?I have business in town to attend to and I must catch the morning commuter train. And it is in your best interest to gain lots of practice filling a housewife?s role in pleasing a querulous husband.? He succeeded admirably at having breakfast served on time and was at the door ready to help with her coat when she departed. ?Thank you, Darling, you?re learning,? she said before bussing him on the cheek. As the door closed behind her, his attitude about the day?s activities was radically different from his feelings on the Monday past. There was no thought of reading the paper or taking a nap before beginning his work. Cheerfully he returned to the kitchen to clear up the breakfast things. As he leaned over the sink he was conscious again of his false bosom giving shape to his satin housecoat. The feeling of silk rustling against the smooth skin of his legs was another reminder of how much he enjoyed the sense of prettiness he had experienced when he first saw himself fully dressed as a woman. Back in the bedroom, he quickly changed for his morning?s work. He wore the same shoes as the morning before, but underneath a loose-fitting rayon housedress, were the lace-trimmed panties and bra from the previous afternoon and evening. The skirt of the rayon dress felt enjoyably cool and smooth as it rustled about his bare thighs. His morning task was to vacuum the entire house, and to dust and polish all the furniture. By working steadily he managed to complete everything just before the twelve o?clock time signal on the radio. It shortened his task a little that he found his former bedroom locked, with presumably all his male clothing in it, and he had no key for access. In mid-morning he experienced a paralyzing fright when he heard someone at the front door. If the caller was a friend of his mother, he would surely be recognized. If it was a stranger, would he be able to pass inspection as a female without more artful costuming? Fortunately it was only the postman, who turned away after pushing several flyers through the slot. After lunch he actually did take a nap, delimited of course by his alarm clock. Then what a pleasant time he had examining all the things stashed in the bedroom cupboards for his use. All those silks and satins! In such a variety of pastel shades too! He chose matching pink underthings for today?s wear. He advanced to shaving and showering, with his hair protected by a shower cap. After towelling off he dusted himself with fragrant bath powder. Then came the pleasure of donning the silky new underwear. He drew on yesterday?s pantyhose without causing a run, and added a girdle to smooth his tummy and control his privates. When pink bra and falsies had been covered up by his pink slip, he turned his attention to his hair. It was disappointing to find that some of the curl had been lost, but the effect was still quite pretty and feminine after he had brushed it out and added fresh hair spray. Doubting that he could cope with a back zipper, even with the help of a zipper cord, he chose a pink crepe blouse with flowing sleeves and a single fastening at the back of its wide neck. The lace of his slip showed enticingly through the thin semi-opaque material. An accordion pleated black taffeta skirt emphasized his narrow waist and rustled enticingly about his hips as he turned to locate his higher-heeled shoes. He sat facing the dressing table mirror while he fastened a black necklace around his bare neck and added black earrings and bracelet. It took heavy concentration for him to colour his nails a pink that matched the shade of his blouse, and he had to sit idle for several minutes while the polish dried. The final step was to apply lipstick and blot his lips with tissue. His surrogate ?husband? had expressly stated that ?he? would expect nail polish and lip gloss, but ordered him not to experiment with any other cosmetics. Mother would help him with that on the morrow. Satisfied at last, he stood and walked lightly over to the full length mirror to admire the total effect. He pirouetted a couple of times before the glass to watch his skirt swirl about his knees, and to feel its gentle caress as it twisted about his hips. Finally he left for the kitchen to don an apron and attend to the supper preparations. Mother had suggested that a more experienced woman would probably start the cooking before putting on her clean dress and fixing her face, but she had felt he would accomplish more by concentrating on one thing at a time. During the entire time that he worked in the kitchen he remained constantly aware of his manner of dress and feminine appearance. By six o?clock, with everything now in readiness, Robin was sitting primly on a living room chair skimming the newspaper. At the sound of footsteps on the porch, he rushed to greet his mother at the door. As the door opened, the person who stepped in immediately threw her arms out and grasped him to her for a deep kiss. Caught off guard, the shocked Robin barely had time to mentally register that this was Charlotte, not his mother. She released him for half a second, then initiated another deep kiss, in which he fully and willingly participated. Then she stepped out of the doorway to make room for Mrs. Warren, who had been standing in the background. Holding Robin by the hands, she stepped back from him, to stare intently at his transformed figure and face. ?Robin, you?re beautiful!? she enthused. ?And you blush very prettily,? she added, as his countenance began to redden under her intense scrutiny. ?I just had to come and see for myself when your mother told me what an attractive girl you make.? She released his hands, and stepped aside so that Mrs. Warren could have her own opportunity to kiss him. ?I knew you wouldn?t mind having one extra for supper, Darling,? his mother told him, ?but don?t look so stunned. Help Charlotte off with her coat.? The flustered Robin hung both their coats in the closet while they proceeded to find seats into the living room. ?I?m sure Charlotte would enjoy a glass of wine, Dear,? his mother added, as she picked up Robin?s discarded newspaper and handed one section to Charlotte. While he hurried to the kitchen Charlotte looked admiringly at his receding figure. ?He has such nice legs too,? she commented to his mother. Robin filled two glasses and set them on a tray, but before delivering them he slipped into the bedroom for a moment to restore his smeared lipstick. His action was prompted by a glance back to the living room, where he saw Charlotte doing so with the help of a compact from her purse. After delivering the wine, he remained in the living room only a moment before rushing back to the kitchen to consider how he might serve an additional plate. Supper had been prepared for only two. That problem was solved with the help of a package from the freezer, and the use of the microwave. He managed to serve the meal with less than a five minute delay. Dinner came off successfully and both women were complimentary about his cooking skill. He accepted the younger woman?s gracious offer to help with clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. They both laughed when his mother commented to Charlotte, ?Be careful not to spoil the cook, Dear. I never help with the dishes.? Afterwards, as they sat talking in the living room, Robin was at first embarrassed when his mother insisted Charlotte be shown the pillowcases on which he had begun to embroider, but he quickly got over that when she praised his evident skill and she commented, ?I wish my mother had taught me to embroider.? Charlotte had to leave early to return to the city, but her comment as he helped her with her coat, gave him a feeling of elation. ?You?re learning so quickly what it means to be a housewife that I?m already starting to think positively about your proposal. I hope you are as successful at the mock wedding as you have been tonight. Anyone would think you had been born a girl.? Again she took the lead, taking him in her arms for a passionate good night kiss which he found deeply satisfying. After the door closed behind her he stared for a moment at the image of his face in the hall mirror. Then he rushed into the bedroom to once more refresh his smeared lipstick. ?It looks as if you have need of a purse and a compact,? smiled Mrs. Warren when he returned to the living room. ?You?re having a lot of trouble with smudged lipstick.? Robin blushed, but answered simply, ?You?re probably right if Charlotte comes to visit again.? Thinking that it was wise not to embarrass him more, his mother changed the subject by asking how his day had gone. ?Everything went fine,? he responded, ?but I couldn?t vacuum and dust my regular bedroom. The door is locked and I don?t have the key.? ?As long as I can be sure you have gotten over any idea of running away, I?ll open it in the morning and you can finish up,? she answered. ?I don?t think there?s any danger of that,? he replied, ?Charlotte seemed quite impressed with me so far, and after all, this was her idea in the first place.? His mother could only agree. After all those years of catering to a spoiled child, she marvelled to herself about how her selfish and inconsiderate son could have been so easily transformed into such a considerate and helpful ?daughter?. There was a spring in Robin?s step as he rose again and went to fetch his embroidery. His cheerful lively conversation during the balance of the evening might well be described as music to his mother?s ear. As the expression goes, he was really ?getting into? the role that had first been forced upon him and he now played so willingly. Sleep came slowly to him that night as he lay in bed in his baby doll pyjamas. He thought of Charlotte and how she had continually praised his appearance. She had spoken so glowingly about his beauty and poise. Did she really mean what she said, or was it just part of a plan to gain the upper hand in the marriage to which she had not yet agreed? He began to wonder if he really cared what her motives were. It was so nice to feel attractive and cherished, while dressed in such light and sensuous materials. He kept yielding to the urge to run his hands over his false bosom and squirming about under the covers to stimulate the soft caress of silk against his bare skin. What would it be like he wondered, if the sheets themselves were of silk and he wore silk nightclothes which also covered his arms and legs? He finally drifted off with a smile of contentment still clinging to his lips. Chapter 8 Robin wakened before the alarm and lay there for several minutes just thinking back over his experiences of the past five days. What had started as a dreary drudgery required by a demanding fianc?e as a pledge of his love, had developed into a pleasing adventure. He wondered if the delights of yesterday and the day before, would be equalled or exceeded. Mother had promised that today would once more have a ?mother-daughter? theme. She seemed to be enjoying their new relationship at least as much or more than he himself. Just as the alarm was about to sound, he switched it off and hopped out of bed. On went his slippers and satin robe. Even though it did not seem to be expected today, he had breakfast ready and waiting when his mother appeared. She greeted him with a light morning kiss. He laid aside his embroidery in order to eat. When he mentioned the room which had escaped housecleaning on the previous day, his mother immediately offered the key with the suggestion that in order to save time for the day?s activities, she would do up the dishes while he got started vacuuming. He lost no time in changing to a housedress and getting right to work. She was silently amused that after finishing, he again locked the door and handed her the key. He had been given no hint of his mother?s plans for the day, and so was surprised to be sent immediately to shower and shave. Shortly afterwards he found himself sitting at the dressing table in slip and nylons while she undertook to show him the basics of applying cosmetics to his face. When his makeup cape was removed, Mrs. Warren found herself well pleased with the comely face which smiled back at them from the mirror. Thinning the eyebrows had brought tears to his eyes, but the total effect, blue eyes highlighted by eye shadow, the arched brows, the entire face and neck subtly tinted by a moisture base, pink cheeks shading into skin tones, pert nose and chin, the final dusting of powder subtly blending it all into a unified whole, and completed by the final stroke of lipstick, left Robin ecstatic. If he had any complaint it was that she considered mascara a little much for so early in the day. The basic white wool sheath dress he chose from the cupboard was soon accented by his black accessories, belt, beads, earrings, bracelet, and shoes. When he stood to examine the total effect in the full length mirror, he truly felt mesmerized by his own face and figure. He turned both left and right to examine his profile. ?Yes,? his mother?s voice sounded from behind him, ?you do have a truly outstanding face and figure. All that is lacking is a hairdo that will do justice to it. Come along now. It?s time we did something about that.? Wondering just exactly what she had in mind, and expecting it to be a home permanent, he followed her out of the room. To his surprise she went directly to the closet at the front door, from which she drew a pair of winter boots. ?Here, put these on,? she ordered, ?We?re going out.? Robin was immediately struck with panic. ?Mother, I can?t go out like this,? he protested. ?And why not?? she asked. ?Somebody might recognize me. Even a stranger could see I?m a boy, not a girl.? Mrs. Warren had rather expected such a reaction, and had thought carefully about how to respond. Should she adopt the commanding husband role which she had used to force him into his first skirt, or should she play the mother, sympathetic to her child?s fears, and offering comfort and support? She had opted for the understanding mother. ?Darling,? she began, ?I don?t mean to frighten you. Come sit on the sofa with me.? Carrying the boots with her she walked over to sit beside Robin, who sank down into the padded seat with a somewhat desperate look in his eyes. ?You just looked at yourself in the mirror. Tell me now, what did you see?? ?I saw myself made up to look like a girl.? ?Was there any part of you that did not look like a girl?? ?Not that I could see.? ?When I look at you I see a pretty girl. And Charlotte says you?re a beautiful girl. If you can?t see any sign of the boy, how would anyone else be able to tell? I?m going to be right with you, so you?ll have nothing to worry about. I won?t desert you.? She reached over and lifted one of his legs onto her knee, then pulled off the shoe and slipped a boot on his nylon-clad foot. He said nothing as she put that leg down and repeated the procedure with the other foot. Then she took him by the arm and gently led him to the closet, removed a coat from its hangar and held it open for him to insert his arms. Silently he did so, and remained without speaking, while she put a silk scarf around his neck and adjusted the collar before doing up the front buttons of the collarless lady?s topcoat. ?Now let?s go look at you in the full leng