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Sara, Becka and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter V
The First Week
Monday - A dress and more
My ears are pierced. I now own more girl's clothes. And have a supply
of makeup that will last me a year. Then Becka met her father and Sara's
father. It was scary to start with. But I was surprised that they
accepted me and why I was doing it. What more can happen?
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Monday started out crazy and got crazier. A little after ten we, Mrs.
Monroe, Linda, Sara, I, headed for the dress shop where they'd purchased
not only Linda's bridal gown, but all of the brides maids dresses. And
as I should have guessed it was a high end store.
As we walked into the bridal shop, I was carrying a bag containing the
shoes that I'd be wearing for the wedding. A woman greeted Mrs. Monroe
and Linda very warmly. Then Mrs. Monroe introduced me to Mrs. Shelby.
Then she explained to the woman, that one of the original bride's maids
had backed out at the last minute and that I was the replacement.
Mrs. Shelby was surprised about one of the bride's maids backing out of
such a big wedding and also said it was much too late to order another
dress. Mrs. Monroe explained to her that the bride's maid had been tall,
almost as tall as I was. And hopefully her dress would fit me with only
minor alterations. And that money was no object.
Mrs. Shelby said, "Let's go to a dressing room, we'll take some
measurements, then I'll get the dress and we'll see."
The four of us followed Mrs. Shelby back to one of the dressing rooms.
This dressing room was like nothing I've ever seen. To start with, it
was big, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a raised platform
in the middle. The walls were covered drapes. There were couches along
the walls. And it was nicely carpeted.
"Okay my dear," Mrs. Shelby said to me. "Stand up on the platform and
let me take some measurements."
I did as she asked and she started at the top and worked her way down.
When she reached my waist, she looked up at me, stood up, looked at Mrs.
Monroe and yelled, "What are you trying to pull! This is a boy. I don't
dress boys in clothes meant for a girl."
Mrs. Monroe stood up, glared at Mrs. Shelby and yelled, "We have spent a
small fortune here. And we've come to you for help."
Pointing at me, Mrs. Shelby yelled, "This is a boy. Why does he need a
dress?"
I wanted to run out of there, but I was frozen. Frozen there crying.
Mrs. Monroe then yelled back, "Yes. She's a boy. A wonderful boy that
wants to help my daughter have a perfect wedding."
Just then, Linda, almost in tears, stood up and yelled, "Stop! Just
stop! Both of you stop right now!"
The two battling women looked at her, then Linda said, "Mother. Tell
Mrs. Shelby about this whole thing. And Mrs. Shelby, please listen to my
mother. Then if you won't help us, we'll just leave."
Mrs. Monroe looked at Mrs. Shelby and said, "I'm sorry I got angry. But
this has been a very stressful time with what's happened," And she went
on to explain to Mrs. Shelby everything that had happened.
I was finally able move, I got down off the platform and sat with Sara.
She held me and wiped away my tears.
When Mrs. Monroe finished explaining, Mrs. Shelby looked at me and said,
"Honey. I am sorry I did what I did. And what you're doing for the
bride is both strange and wonderful. And if you'll allow me I'd like to
finish my measurements and see what we can do with the dress."
I sat there and looked at her for a minute, then asked, "How did you
know?"
"Honey. I was very close to you, I noticed your breast forms, but didn't
think too much about them. But your waist is thicker than a girls. And
there were just other small things. But honey, you make a very pretty
girl. And unless someone is very close to you and knows the female
figure as well as I do, they would never know. You even walk like a
girl.
"And Becka is it, let's see if this dress will work for you. Please back
up on the platform."
I slowly got up and back onto the platform. Mrs. Shelby continued taking
her measurements. When she was done, she said, "I'll be right back with
the dress."
After Mrs. Shelby had left, Mrs. Monroe said, "Becka. Honey. I'm so
sorry that this happened."
"Mrs. Monroe," I said, "it's all right. I'm very surprised that no one
else has seen who I really am. And it could have been worse."
Mrs. Shelby was back shortly with a very pretty gown. She told me that
is was a one shoulder satin dress with an asymmetrical floor length skirt
in teal and that it was very form fitting. Then she said, "I'm a little
worried about the waist. But if it isn't too bad, we can fix it. Did
you bring your shoes?"
"Yes ma'am," I said, "I'm still learning to walk in them."
"You know. You even sound like a girl."
"Thank you. We've been working on that too."
"Well we need to see how this dress fits and what we need to do. So, if
you don't mind, would you please remove your blouse and jeans?"
I looked over at Mrs. Monroe, Linda and Sara. And Sara smiled at me and
just nodded yes. I slowly started to unbutton my blouse, when Mrs.
Shelby said, "If you'd be more comfortable. We could go to a changing
room."
"No. No," I replied. "It'll be fine."
I removed my clothes and Mrs. Shelby helped me step into the dress. Then
she had Sara bring my shoes over and they helped me put them on. Sara
stayed with me, since I was still a little wobbly in the shoes.
Mrs. Shelby then attempted to zip the dress up, but couldn't. And she
said, "This is what I was afraid of. Your waist is too thick. And there
isn't enough material to let it out. The padded panty works for the hips
and her bust is good."
I asked, "What can we do?"
"Have you ever worn a corset?"
"No ma'am. A waist cincher, but never a corset."
"A waist cincher won't work. I'm afraid that a corset might be the only
way. And with the one shoulder design, your bra can't have straps and
that may be a problem with your forms. But the correct corset might just
do the trick."
"The forms can be attached."
"I see. Hmm. You know. Maybe. Just maybe. Let me make a call."
Mrs. Shelby walked out of the room and Sara said, "Brooke. Honey. That
dress looks fantastic on you."
"It does," Linda added.
"And with those shoes on, you are one tall drink of water," Mrs. Monroe
said.
I grinned. Then Mrs. Monroe asked, "Becka. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," I replied, "It upset me for a while, but I'm fine now."
A few minutes later Mrs. Shelby was back and said, "Becka. Would you be
willing to try a corset?"
I looked at Sara and said, "I guess. It couldn't hurt to try it. But
it's really up to Mrs. Monroe."
Mrs. Monroe said, "Yes. We'll try the corset."
Then Mrs. Shelby said, "If it works, you would have to wear it whenever
you wear the dress."
I sighed and said, "I know."
Handing a piece of paper to Mrs. Monroe, Mrs. Shelby said, "This shop is
a very good foundation shop. They carry corsets and if time permitted
they could order a custom one. But I gave them Becka's measurements and
told them that we need to take four inches off of her waist and have
something with a built in bra without straps. They said, that they just
may have something in stock that will work. And that four inches isn't
hard, but getting used to it a short time may be."
"Four inches!" I said.
"Yes. It's doable. But wearing the corset for the wedding and reception
will take some getting used to."
I looked at Mrs. Monroe, then Linda. Both of them were looking at me
questioningly. I looked at Sara, she was giving me her sweet coy smile.
"I'll try it," I said.
"Becka. Are you sure?" Mrs. Monroe said.
"Mrs. Monroe, we've come this far. It's for Linda. So, I'm willing to
try."
"Honey," Mrs. Shelby said, "if you do this and can get down four inches
in your waist and be comfortable. Come back and see me and we'll check
the dress."
"Yes ma'am. I'll be back."
Shortly the four of us were pulling into a small strip plaza and the
biggest store was the foundation shop. Just looking at what was in the
front window of the store had me wondering. When we walked in, a woman
clerk came up to us and asked, "Are you the ladies that Mrs. Shelby sent
over."
Mrs. Monroe said, "Yes we are."
"Good. I'm Gretchen, the owner. Who is it that's looking for the
corset?"
I just held my hand up.
As she looked at me, she appeared puzzled, then she said, "My dear. Mrs.
Shelby said that you were a boy.... You can't be a boy."
I quietly said, "I am."
"Well. If you are. Mrs. Shelby said that we needed to take four inches
off of your waist so that you can wear a bride's maid dress. And I think
we may be able to help you. I wish you had more than two weeks to get
used to a corset. But we'll do what we can. Come with me."
We followed her deeper into the store and to a room that had nothing but
very pretty corsets in it. Then Gretchen said, "Since you are so young,
we won't go with anything sexy. We actually have a very nice bridal
corset. It's heavily boned, made out of white satin, laces up the back,
has six garters and is an overbust corset. And I think I have the size
you need. She said that you have a thirty inch waist and need to be a
twenty-six."
She took a corset off a shelf and showed it to us. And said, "This
corset could take you down to twenty-two inches, but you don't have to
tighten it that tight. Would you like to try it?"
I looked at Mrs. Monroe and she asked me, "What do you think Becka?"
"It's very pretty. It's worth a try."
Gretchen smiled and said, "Come with me my dear. There isn't room for
more than the two of us in the changing room, so the rest of you feel
free to look around."
I followed the lady to the back of store and into a changing room.
Gretchen then said, "Okay honey. You'll need to undress down to your
panties."
I was about ready to panic and I guess it showed on my face. Because
Gretchen then said, "Honey. Don't worry. Remember, Mrs. Shelby told me
you were a boy and that you had breast forms. Don't worry we have men in
here all the time."
"You have men in here all the time?" I asked.
"Oh yes. There a lot of men that like the feel of a good corset."
I slowly undressed and of course when I remove my bra, the forms came off
with it. Then Gretchen shocked me when she said, "Honey. You should
consider getting implants. It would be a lot better."
That shocked me. And I couldn't think of anything to say.
She then showed me how to put the corset on. She unfastened what she
called the busk, which was a set of what looked like metal loops and
small posts, on opposite sides down the front of the corset. Then she
loosened the ties at the back of the corset, took the corset, wrapped it
around me and fastened the busk. Then she adjusted it, so that it sat as
it should on my body. She commented, that a man's body is different than
that of a women's and the corset will sit differently and that a custom
made corset would work better.
Gretchen then walked behind me and started tightening the laces. She
started at the top and worked to the middle, then went to the bottom and
worked to the middle. She kept working the laces, getting it tighter and
tighter and telling me what she was doing. It was getting tighter, but
not bad.
Finally she stopped tightening it and tied off the laces. Then she
measured my waist and told me that she'd taken it in about two inches
from my normal waist size. And was going to stop there to allow me to
get used to it and let the other ladies see. I put my breast forms back
in and we went out on the sales floor and found the others.
Sara saw me first and said, "Becka, that is so cute. How does it feel?"
"Not bad," I replied. "But it's not very tight yet."
The other two walked over and just loved the look. Mrs. Monroe said,
"Becka. What do you think?"
"I kind of like it. It's like a constant hug."
Then looking at Gretchen, Mrs. Monroe asked, "So, this will work for
her?"
"Yes," Gretchen said. "She's down to about a twenty-eight inch waist and
it's not that tight."
"Well take it."
"I think she'll be very happy with it." Then looking at me, Gretchen
asked, "Honey. Are you going to be lacing yourself, or is someone going
to help you?"
"Ah," I said, "hopefully someone will help me."
"I will," Sara said.
"Fine," Gretchen said. "Then let me show you the proper way to tighten a
corset and we'll see if we can get her waist down to twenty-six inches."
Gretchen had me turn around and showed Sara how she had tied off the
lacings. Then she had me raise my hands above my head and said, "Having
her raise her hands over her head makes it easier to tighten the
lacings."
Then she showed Sara how to tighten the lacings, starting at the top and
working to the middle, then working from the bottom towards the middle.
Then she had Sara try it and it felt as if she had gotten the idea,
because I could feel the corset getting tighter and tighter. Finally she
had Sara tie off the lacings.
I lowered my arms and said, "That's really tight. And it's hard to
breath."
"Just relax and it'll get better," Gretchen said. "And breathe using
your chest."
Then taking her tape measure, she measured my waist and said, "Twenty-
five inches. And we didn't even over tighten it. I think that Mrs.
Shelby will be happy."
Gretchen also told us how to care for the corset and properly break it
in. Plus, she told us that we should get a corset liner to help protect
the corset when it was worn.
Then she said, "Let's go back to the dressing room and we'll get you out
of the corset."
I looked at Mrs. Monroe and asked, "I thought we were going to go back
and see Mrs. Shelby?"
"You really want to do that today Becka?" Mrs. Monroe asked me.
"I figured that I have the corset on and it doesn't feel too bad. And
we're out."
"Sure honey."
Sitting in the car was interesting, I had to sit very straight.
Then I thought about what Gretchen had said. Finally I said, "Why do
people think that I'm going to do this all the time?"
"All the time?" Sara asked.
"Gretchen. When we were back in the dressing room and I was undressing.
She saw my forms and said that I should get implants. And Tammie, the
girl at Ulta, said I should get electrolysis."
Mrs. Monroe said, "You're kidding me!"
"No. They did. Maybe they thought that I was living full time as a
girl."
"I guess."
"Maybe it's because you're so pretty," Sara said, "And they figured that
you should be a girl."
I just look at her and said, "Not you too?"
"No. I want you the way you are."
It wasn't long until I was again standing on the platform again and Mrs.
Shelby was helping me into the dress and shoes. I felt the zipper go up
without any problem. Mrs. Shelby then checked out everything and said,
"Becka. My dear. This dress looks fantastic on you."
I looked over at the other three and Linda was just grinning from ear to
ear. Mrs. Monroe was just nodding yes. And Sara said, "Girlfriend. You
just rock that dress."
Mrs. Shelby got down off the platform and walked to where the others were
sitting and said, "That is very, very nice. The corset was just what was
needed. We only have a few minor things to do to the dress and it will
be perfect. And I have to be honest, I never in a million years would
have thought that a boy could look so good in a dress."
I just smiled.
After Mrs. Shelby helped me remove the dress, Sara went with me to a
small changing room and helped me out of the corset. As I finally undid
the busk, I said, "That wasn't bad. But it feels so good to have it off.
I can breathe again."
Later that day, Sara and I were at my house and were sharing our
experiences with my mother. And when I told her about Gretchen telling
me that I should get breast implants, she wasn't happy and said that it
was completely improper. My mother was really surprised about the corset
and we showed it to her and she thought it was very pretty. Then she
said, "Becka. With the corset having garter tabs, you're going to have
to get some nylons."
"Nylons?" I asked.
"Yes. The nylons will help keep the corset in place."
"Okay. Something new learned."
"Honey. Have you ever done anything with your leg hair?"
"No. But I guess I should."
"Yes. You really need to. Leg hair and nylons don't go good together."
"Can you help me?"
"Of course. How do you want to do it?"
"I was going to shave."
"You'll end up shaving every few days."
"I know."
"Want to do it just once between now and the wedding?"
"Maybe."
"I have a really good girl that waxes my legs."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"Yes. But it's worth it. I only have to do my legs every four to six
weeks."
I looked at Sara, she smiled at me and said, "You'd be braver then I am."
"I could call her and see if she could work you in tomorrow."
"I'll go with you."
I sat there for a few seconds, then said, "Call her."
My mother went and called her girl and was back in a few minutes. And
she said, "I hope you two are ready for an early up tomorrow. She's
going to come in early. We have to be there at eight."
"Eight!" I said.
My mother grinned and said, "Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to
look beautiful."
That evening when my father arrived home, I was in the kitchen helping
mom with dinner. As he walked in, I looked at him, smiled and said, "Hi
daddy."
He looked at me, shook his head, smiled, then said, "I don't think I'm
ever going to get used to seeing you looking and talking like a girl.
But hi honey. Did you have a good day?"
"A very interesting one."
"I did too. I'll tell you all about it at dinner."
"Okay daddy."
As he walked out of the kitchen, I asked my mother, "Is he really all
right with all of this?"
"Yes honey. He is," my mother said, "We've talked more about it. And he
sees that you're trying to help Linda. And he's accepted that you're a
cross-dresser. Realize, that with his job, that he's seen almost
everything."
At dinner we talked about our days. I didn't go into too much detail of
what went on with me, I just hit the highlights.
Then my father dropped the bomb, as he said, "I thought this wasn't going
to happen for a few months. And your mother was aware that this was
going to happen, but Becka you weren't. My boss, Rear Admiral Davis, was
planning on retiring around the end of the year. But has had to take an
early medical retirement. So, do you think Peter can come back on Friday
for a little while?"
What my dad had just hinted at hadn't sunk in yet. I just looked at him
a little puzzled. He finally grinned and said, "Honey. I'm being
promoted."
Then it hit me and I did something Peter would have never done. I got
up, ran to where my dad was sitting and gave him a big hug. Then I said,
"Oh daddy. That's wonderful."
Then what I'd just done hit me. I pulled back and said, "I'm sorry."
"Honey. Sorry for what?"
"For hugging you like that."
"But I liked it. Besides, aren't you Becka right now?"
"Yeah. I am, but..."
"No buts. Just be who you feel you are."
"Daddy. I'm so happy for you." Then something hit me. And I asked,
"Daddy. We aren't going to be moving are we?"
"No honey. You're stuck here in Washington."
Then I asked, "Why Peter on Friday?"
"I'd like my regular family with me at the Navy Yard when I'm sworn in."
"Will Richard be there?"
"No. I think that he's on some kind of summer training and probably
can't get away."
I hugged him again. Then asked, "Does the Colonel know?"
"Yes. He'll be moving into my old job."
"Then Sara probably knows?"
"Probably not. Because it won't be made public until Friday. But if you
want to tell her, you can. But it goes no further until after I'm sworn
in."
I went to run out of the house, but my mother said, "Young lady!"
I stopped and looked at her. She pointed to the sink and said, "Dishes."
"Mom!" I said.
"Young lady. Dishes first. Then you can tell Sara."
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