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The Girl Next Door
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
Rob lived in a small village quite close to the sea. He was a bachelor
and had a small two bedroom semi-detached house with a tiny garden which
he always kept tidy.
The next door house was owned by someone from London and was let during
the summer as holiday accommodation. During the winter, however, it was
usually let for 6 months. Although the owners had someone locally who
kept an eye on the house, the garden was obviously not a priority and
tended to get rather overgrown.
Sometime last October, he noticed a small blue car parked outside and a
couple of days later caught a glimpse of its owner coming out of the
house and driving off. She was fairly tall with long straight fair hair.
She wore a tight white sweater which nicely emphasised her ample assets.
Blue jeans and brown calf length boots. Her image kept coming back to him
and he began to fantasise about who she might be,
Single, married or divorced? Was she there alone? Boy friend? Just a
straight attractive girl? Kinky? Lesbian? Domme or sub? He was a bit
kinky himself and needed to find out.
On Saturday morning, the car was still parked outside so he assumed that
she was at home and made up some excuse to go and introduce himself.
Maybe he could help her tidy the garden?
He knocked on the door and his knock was answered almost immediately. She
was dressed in a grey track suit and slippers so he guessed she was not
about to go out. "Hello! I'm Rob from next door. I thought I should come
and introduce myself. Hope I'm not intruding."
"No. That's OK. Pleased to meet you. I'm Debbie. Just here for the
winter. Please come in. I'm afraid its a bit of a mess, but I can offer
you a cup of coffee."
"Thank you. Where are you from?"
"London. I live with my elderly parents but I'm a Civil Engineer and I
will be working on the new hospital."
"That sounds an interesting job for a girl. I'm just a humble clerk in
the local council offices. Not married and currently without a girl
friend. What about you?"
"Me neither. So I shan't be dashing back to London every weekend. Of
course, I'll go occasionally to see my folk and make sure they're OK."
They went on chatting about nothing in particular until Debbie said "I
couldn't help noticing the washing on your line. But you said you had no
girl friend?"
Rob blushed. "I guess I'll have to own up. They're my things. My little
hobby. I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you."
"Not at all. I knew someone once who liked dressing up. Maybe you might
share your hobby with me while I'm here."
He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he determined to tread
very carefully. He didn't want to spoil it before they had even begun.
"Wow. You really mean that? I've always thought cross dressing would be a
very solitary thing. Anyway. Thanks for the coffee. Maybe we can have
another chat about it later. I'm sure you've got things to do now."
"I shall look forward to seeing your wardrobe. How about tomorrow?"
"I hope you won't be disappointed. Its mostly undies. Why don't I book a
table at the Dirty Duck down the road? They do a very good Sunday lunch.
Its very popular. Be ready at 12.15?"
"Yes. Good idea. We can go back to your place afterwards."
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Rob had a home-made chastity belt which he always put on when he wore
panties. It was not particularly secure, but since he was also the
keyholder, that didn't matter too much. It made sure that his crotch
appeared nice and smooth and hid any attempted erections. As he didn't
know what to expect when Debbie came, he decided to wear it with some
frilly panties under his male trousers when they went out to lunch.
Promptly at 12.15 he found Debbie waiting for him on her doorstep. He
always took note of what girls were wearing and he was delighted to see
Debbie had on smart grey side-zip slacks, teamed with a patterned woolly
sweater in maroon and grey with a chiffon maroon scarf. It was only a
short walk down the road to the pub. They enjoyed their lunch and Rob
found Debbie excellent company. Conversation flowed easily but with no
mention of things to come. He hoped that they would "Go Dutch". However,
he was embarrassed but relieved that Debbie insisted on paying for both
of them as she obviously earned a lot more than he did.
He had spent a little time tidying up the house and showed her into the
sitting room.
"So what would you be wearing if we hadn't had a lunch date?"
"Probably just pull-on jeans and a top."
"Good. Go and change into them now."
While Rob was upstairs, Debbie looked around his sitting room. It was a
curious mixture of male and female things. The dark brown leather suite
was obviously a man's choice, but the room was softened by pale pink
paintwork, pictures which were prints of girls in diaphanous clothing and
some beautiful figurines. There was also a large bowl of fresh flowers
and a couple of fashion catalogues. She approved.
In just a few minutes, Rob reappeared. He was wearing a plain white T
shirt over what was clearly a bra with padded inserts, and girl's blue
draw-string jeans. He wore no make-up or wig but managed to have a
feminine profile from the neck down. He stood in front of Debbie and
waited for her to comment.
"That's fine but is it as far as you get? I can see why you don't venture
out, half male, half female. We'll have to improve on that. But first
let's see what else you've got to show me."
Rob took Debbie upstairs to the second bedroom where he had neatly laid
out the rest of his female clothes. There were quite a lot of panties,
ranging from simple white cotton ones to a very feminine frilly bra and
pantie set. He had a couple of C cup bras, some tights, a couple of
pantie-girdles and a pantie-corselette. There were several tops and T
shirts in various colours. Just a single skirt but no dresses. His
trousers were all either pull-on or side-zip. Leggings and a pair of
knee-length boots with 2 inch heels were his pride and joy.
Debbie looked through them all carefully. "I think I understand you a lot
better now. You obviously love wearing this stuff but there is no make-up
or wigs. And I cannot help noticing that you have been gazing at my
slacks all afternoon. You seem to have an obsession with hiding away your
male bits and not having fly openings."
"I'm sorry. Again, I hope I haven't embarrassed you. But, yes. It is very
important to me that my cock and balls are effectively banished from
sight. And I make sure of that by wearing a chastity shield under the
panties."
"That I must see! Drop your jeans and let me look."
Rob blushed as he obediently eased his jeans down, followed by his
panties to reveal his home made chastity belt.
"No wonder there is no tell tale bulge. You go to a lot of trouble. Is it
comfortable?"
"Yes. I've worn it for several days at a time."
"And there is a lock and key?"
Rob wondered where this enquiry was going.
"So if you gave me the key, you wouldn't be able to take it off?"
"I could cut it off, but that would ruin my DIY efforts. And it would be
obvious to you."
"I've told you that I knew someone with similar tastes to yours. I think
I can understand your urge to cross dress so maybe I can help you. Is
that what you would like me to do?"
This sounded music to Rob's ears and opened up possibilities which were
previously beyond his wildest dreams. Debbie could tell straight away
that she had got it right.
"In that case, I have a proposition to make. I'll help you with make-up
and help you choose a wig and some more clothes in return for the key of
that belt. Think about it carefully."
Rob didn't take long thinking. He was raring to go.
"OK. Go and fetch the key now - all of them if there's more than one."
As he handed two keys over, it did occur to him that Debbie had given no
indication of how, when or even if, she might use them. But it was too
late now and anyway, he wanted Debbie's help.
Debbie insisted that she would choose what Rob should wear for the rest
of the day. "By the way, whenever your dressed, I propose to call you
Rosemary. It such a lovely girl's name but you can shorten it to Ros.
That's pretty close to Rob.
"Lets see what you look like in the skirt." It was a fairly full three-
quarter length skirt in a blue-grey pattern cut on the cross and Debbie
chose a plain pale blue top to go with it and nude tights. A few minutes
later they were back downstairs. "Go on! Do a twirl! Yes. I can see the
beginnings of quite a good looking girl, though we'll have to shave your
legs and find you some decent shoes. Now come and sit down while we look
through these catalogues. It will give me an idea what might suit you."
They went right through the catalogues with Debbie commenting and Ros
nodding her assent but the prices seemed ridiculously high and way beyond
Ros's reach. Debbie realised this. "There's a good 'nearly new' shop
close to where I'm working. I'll drop in there and see what they've got.
I guess you will be a size 16, but I noticed that most of your trousers
are size 14. I'd better take some measurements. You're pretty straight up
and down and need some more curves."
Ros guessed she had come prepared for that, because she opened her
handbag, fished out a measuring tape and proceeded to take all Ros's
vital statistics. "It's not the sort of shop where you can return things
easily that don't fit."
"I found 14 slacks by trial and error. Pull ons have to go over the hips
so that is more important than the waist measurement and 16s can be a bit
baggy in the seat."
"OK. Now lets turn on your computer and find you a wig. That's
essential." There seemed to be a huge choice, but they soon narrowed it
down. Debbie insisted that they did not economise too much and go for
good quality. They finally chose one described as "Natural Straight Lace
Front Mid-Length Wig" in a mid brown colour similar to Ros's natural
hair. It seemed expensive but Ros paid with a credit card. Rob would have
to find some money to pay for it later.
It was late into the afternoon when Debbie said that she had things to do
for work the following morning. She went home promising to look in
briefly one evening if she had found any suitable clothes.
.......................................................
Ros reverted to Rob. He took off the skirt and sat watching TV before
deciding to go to bed early. Sleep didn't come easily. His mind was full
of the events of the last 48 hours and he was acutely conscious of his
chastity. When would Debbie release him? Obviously not until next weekend
and possibly - probably? - not then. And how much was it all going to
cost him? He had already spent a lot on the wig and not agreed how much
Debbie could spend, even if it was on second hand clothes.
He eventually nodded off but all too soon, he was woken by his alarm. He
hated Monday mornings, especially as he found his work boring. He
swallowed a quick breakfast and went out wearing his usual male clothes.
He did, however, choose plain panties over his chastity instead of Y
fronts. He would need to remember to use a stall rather than a urinal
when he used the toilet at the office.
The week passed slowly but on Thursday when he got home, he found a small
package on the doorstep and hoped the postman hadn't noticed that it bore
a sender's label with "Hair Fashions" prominently printed on it. He could
not resist trying it on but felt he looked faintly ridiculous without
make up to change his appearance. And there was a message on his
answering machine from Debbie. "I've got some nice things for you. I must
catch up on housework and shopping on Saturday morning but come round
here at 2 o'clock. Make sure you've shaved everywhere and bring your
undies and the wig which should have arrived by now. See you then."
So this was it! He really was going to become Ros from head to foot. On
Saturday morning he spent some time tidying his house and did some
essential shopping. Then he had a long luxurious bath, used quite a lot
of depilatory cream and finally used a hair dryer to make sure he was dry
under his chastity belt. He put on the matching bra and pantie set with
breast inserts. He enjoyed easing the leggings over the soft skin of his
legs. A lacy blouse and boots and he was ready to go next door at exactly
2 o'clock and see what Debbie had in store for Ros. It was raining so he
threw his usual anorak over his shoulders and carried the box with the
wig and hoped no other neighbours would see him.
"Hello. Come on in." Debbie was ready for him. She wore the same blue
jeans and white sweater that he had first glimpsed. She showed him into
the sitting room where she had laid out a number of garments which she
had obviously got from the second hand shop although they were in perfect
condition. Again, he wondered how much she had spent. However, she read
his mind. "It's OK. These were not expensive. I got the lot for ?50. Now
let's see how they fit."
So Ros spent the next half hour trying on two dresses, a blouse, a
sweater and a pair of slacks, which unlike his others did have a front
zip, although it did up the girl's way. Debbie had also bought a small
handbag and some costume jewellery. Finally, she pronounced herself
satisfied.
"The one thing you still need is a pair of shoes. You can't go on wearing
boots with everything. You look as though you are about the same shoe
size as me, so you can borrow these." They were a pair of black shoes
with 2 inch wedge heels which fitted OK but Ros found them difficult to
cope with. "You'll soon learn and when you're fully made up and dressed,
you'll find it natural to take smaller steps."
The make up session took quite a time with Ros sitting in front of the
dressing table mirror watching carefully. Soon all traces of Rob were
left behind under foundation cream, eye liner, blusher and powder - and a
lot more - until Debbie eventually refitted the wig and had Ros wearing a
simple dark red dress with three quarter sleeves and a round neck. With
black tights and the black shoes the transformation was complete.
"Stand up and see how you feel."
"Strange but wonderfully happy! I just seem to be a new ME!"
"I know exactly how you feel because its how I felt when I first
transitioned ten years ago."
Ros gasped in astonishment. "You mean........."
"Yes. I was born male and was David until I was 24 and I was 26 when I
had the operation. That's why I can help you, whether you eventually
decide to transition or just keep it as a hobby."
Ros looked Debbie up and down. "I'd never, ever, have guessed. You really
are the genuine person you seem to be."
"Yes. But it took a long time on hormones and some minor surgery in
addition to the main sex change operation. I'd always known what was
wrong but I only accepted it after I left college. I was very lucky to
have got a first degree and to be able to work now in my chosen
profession as a girl. Anyway, it's time to go downstairs for a cup of
tea."
They chatted for a long time and kept coming back to the subject of
Debbie's past and Ros's possible future. For Debbie, it was an almost
traditional case of feeling she had been born with the wrong body. She
had known that since she was a child but her parents didn't - or wouldn't
- recognise it. So she had waited until she had completed her education
before taking the first tentative steps towards what she described as
self-fulfilment. And it had only been when she finally came out that her
parents began to understand and welcomed their new daughter.
Ros, on the other hand, had no doubts about being male but had always
envied the girls their bodies and freedom of dress and wanted to join
them. The opportunity to dress completely was wonderful but he was not at
all sure that it would lead to a permanent sex change.
Debbie clearly expected Ros to stay over. "I've made up the bed in the
spare room and there's a lovely satin night dress for you." They spent
the evening watching a romantic film on DVD which had Ros reaching for a
handkerchief - a reaction which would have been unlikely for Rob.
At bedtime, Debbie just stripped off completely, announcing that she
always slept in the nude and did not feel in the least self-conscious
about it. Ros noticed her well developed firm breasts, her nicely rounded
bottom and particularly the neat triangle of pubic hair. All completely
female. There was an inevitable reaction in the narrow tube of the belt
but there had been no mention of the keys. Nevertheless Ros was not
surprised when Debbie slipped into bed with her. "Hold me, tight!" She
snuggled up to Ros and they lay there together enjoying mutual animal
warmth. Ros felt Debbie feel around the smooth front of the belt. "Good
girl. Girls don't have cocks, do they?"
After a time, however, Ros became aware of hands exploring under her bra
and gently teasing her nipples. Debbie was obviously aware of the likely
reaction and soon had Ros gasping as pressure built up in the tube with
no chance of release. Ros returned the compliment but felt she had to ask
what reaction Debbie had since she now had no cock. "It's nice. Gives me
a lovely warm feeling down below" and guided Ros's hand down to her
crotch. She was soon squirming with pleasure. Her sex change operation
had clearly not left her without feelings in that direction.
Next morning, Ros was woken by Debbie bringing her a cup of tea. She sat
on the edge of the bed while they discussed what had happened last night.
Ros said "I would give my right hand to have a body like yours".
"Well, if that's what you really want, you will have to convince a lot of
other people - not just me. And as I told you, it's a long, hard and
sometimes painful process. And I know several other transgendered people
who have not been as successful as I have."
"I don't really know what I want. It's very early days. Maybe I'm just a
transvestite. I'm certainly getting a thrill out of being dressed and
acting female right now. But how do I know if I want to be like this
permanently?"
"Don't worry! Sooner or later, you will just know instinctively what you
want. For now, just enjoy being Ros. I'll help you choose something to
wear today. I think just slacks and a sweater. We might go out later and
you don't want to be too dressed up to enjoy some autumn sunshine."
"Go out?"
"Yes. Of course. We'll be just a couple of girls taking a country walk.
There won't be many people around and you'll soon find that no one takes
any notice."
They walked along the coastal path for two or three miles. Even in late
October, the afternoon sun was warm but there were few other walkers and
those they passed just said "hello" and walked on. Whenever the path was
wide enough, they walked side by side and Debbie took Ros's hand, which
she found reassuring.
That evening, all too soon, it was time for Ros to go home and become Rob
again. As she was about to leave, she told Debbie how much she had
enjoyed the weekend and all Debbie's help and turned to give Debbie a hug
and a sisterly peck on the cheek but was a little taken aback when it
turned into a full-on lingering kiss.
"Wow! That was good! I was going to give you the keys but now I think I
might be safer if I held on to them. See you next weekend. Be good!"
Back home, Rob wasn't sure whether it was he or Debbie who had made the
move. Either way, it was fully reciprocated, and he realised that that
had answered his question already. He definitely found Debbie very
attractive and she clearly felt similarly about him. He was definitely a
transvestite and would keep it as a hobby - particularly with such a nice
girl as Debbie to help him.
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He eagerly awaited the next weekend. On Thursday, he received an email
from Debbie. "Come tomorrow evening. I'll be home by 6. Can't wait to
meet Ros again. Love Debbie". Fine! But who was Debbie falling for? Rob?
Or Ros? Was she a transgendered lesbian? Did it matter? Rob still wanted
to see Debbie. Just after 6, it was Ros who knocked on Debbie's door.
She had put on her wig and some make up and again wore slacks and
sweater.
Debbie greeted her with a hug and a more than sisterly kiss. "Hi! Come on
in. Oh dear! I can see that you will need more help with that makeup.
Anyway, I've got some supper ready." Debbie attended to the make up and
then took Ros into the kitchen where a large pizza awaited them.
They spent the evening watching TV and at bedtime, Debbie joined Ros in
bed again where they enjoyed similar cuddles to the previous weekend. And
again, Debbie came in with the tea next morning.
Ros asked a question which had been bugging her. "Please forgive me
asking, but are you a lesbian?"
"Oh no. I've told you I've always been female in my mind even when I
still had a boy's body and I'm quite capable of fancying a man to share
my bed. But I have to tell you a secret. You're the first person I've
ever gone to bed with and it just happens that you're a man pretending to
be a woman. And I'll tell you another secret. Having your male bits
safely locked away and under my control is a distinct turn-on."
"You certainly react to my finger down there. Does that mean that you
have a fully functioning vagina?"
"Its what the surgeon promised when I had my big op. Maybe I shall find
out one day."
The weather that weekend was wet, so they spent most of the time indoors
trying on clothes and makeup. As they were about the same size, a lot of
Debbie's things fitted as well as a few more purchases from the nearly
new shop.
The next few weekends followed a similar pattern. If it was fine, they
went for long walks but mostly they were spent on clothes and makeup.
Under Debbie's tuition, Ros became quite good at applying her make up and
much more confident when dressed. But she certainly had a lot to learn.
As well as clothes and makeup, she had to learn to stand and walk like a
female, cope with heels and adopt female mannerisms. And then there was
the need to soften her voice.
The two "girls" got on very well together and obviously made the most of
each other's company. Rob (or was it Ros?) found the chastity belt very
frustrating. In fact, Rob, aka Ros, soon realised he had fallen for
Debbie in a big way! And was sure his feelings were reciprocated.
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On day Debbie asked "What are you doing for Christmas?"
"Nothing special. Probably watch a lot of old repeats on TV."
"Well, I've told my Mum and Dad all about you and they have invited you
to spend the holiday with them. Would you like that?"
"Love to. But are you sure I won't be in the way?"
"No. They will make you very welcome but they have made one condition.
You must come as Rob. They found it difficult to adjust to my transition
and don't think they could cope with another."
Christmas week finally arrived and Debbie drove Rob up to London. He was
a bit apprehensive at meeting John and Hilda, Debbie's parents, but he
needn't have worried. They lived in a select neighbourhood in North
London in a detached house with a neatly tended garden. Debbie had warned
Rob that they had rather Victorian views and expected Debbie and Rob to
sleep in separate rooms.
They clearly saw him as Debbie's boy friend - which was exactly what he
now was. She had dated one or two lads previously but nothing had come of
them. Hilda explained that now they were used to having a lovely
daughter, they hoped she would find a nice boy to settle down with. So it
looked like they hoped that boy might be Rob.
On Christmas morning, Hilda's hopes were realised when Rob presented
Debbie with a small box in festive wrapping. It contained an emerald
engagement ring. There were kisses all round and toasts were drunk to the
happy couple. John took Rob aside. "Debbie has become even more precious
to us as our daughter. You will promise to take great care of her, won't
you?"
After enjoying a traditional Christmas lunch, John and Hilda both fell
asleep and Debbie took the opportunity to take Rob up to her room.
Debbie's present for Rob was also in festive wrapping but rather larger.
Rob was intrigued and astonished to find a new shiny professionally made
chastity belt.
"I had all your vital measurements so it should fit. I ordered it from
Neosteel in Germany about six weeks ago and it has arrived just in time
for Christmas. Its a shemale belt so it should hide your bits well."
Rob looked carefully through the wrapping. "There are no keys here."
"Of course not, Silly. You wouldn't expect me to part with them, would
you? Here are your old keys. Now go and take your old belt off, have a
good wash and come back here."
It was not long before Rob looked on as Debbie clicked the lock of his
new belt. It was beautifully made and looked very strong. He knew there
was no possibility of getting it off unless Debbie used her key. No going
back now!
"Yes, Darling, I've already promised to marry you but I will always hold
those keys."
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That was five years ago. Debbie and Rob/Ros are happily married, even
though their marriage is somewhat unconventional. As they can't have
children, they have discussed adoption but decided against it, as they
don't believe that it would be right to bring up children in their
particular circumstances.
Debbie is now self-employed, running a successful consultancy and
employing Ros as her PA.
Rob is sometimes seen around but always wears appropriately female
underwear with his belt under male drab. In fact, he no longer possesses
any male underwear at all.
Debbie does not use her keys very often but on those occasions her
surgeon's promise has proved correct!
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
March 2014
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