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Sara, Becka, and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter VI
The First Week
Tuesday - A waxing.
Wednesday - Nylons.
Thursday - Aunt Dorothy.
Now, not only do I have a bridesmaid's dress, but a corset. I thought it
was all over when the dress maker found out that Becka was really a boy.
But in the end she was willing to fit me with the dress, as long as I
could get four inches off my waist. That's where the corset came in.
But that was a little unsettling too, when the lady at the corset shop
told me that I should get breast implants. What next? Oh yeah. A leg
waxing. And of course my dad was getting promoted in the middle of all
of this.
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The First Week: Tuesday - A waxing
My sleep on Tuesday morning was interrupted when my mother knocked on my
door, and said, "Rise and shine. You've got an eight o'clock
appointment."
I rolled over, looked at my clock, it was only six. Then I said, "Mom.
It's only six."
"Get up. Or, I'm coming in there and opening you blinds."
"I'm up. I'm up."
Two hours later the three of us were walking into a salon. And we were
greeted by a girl, and mom introduced us. The girls name was Jackie.
Then Jackie said, "Becka. This is going to take a little while. Mrs.
Carter, there's a nice restaurant down the street. You and your friend
could get breakfast if you want. And we'll call you when we're done."
"Just how long will this take?" I asked.
"It could take an hour or so."
"An hour or more!?" I asked.
"Yes. It may not take that long. But we're probably going to need to do
more than your legs. And I'll have to look at you to see what we need to
do."
I looked at my mother and Sara, they both smiled, and my mother said,
"We'll see you a little later honey."
I followed Jackie down a hall and into a room. There was a nicely padded
table, a roll-a-round cart, some cabinets, and a couple of chairs. And
music playing. Jackie then said, "Becka. Your mother explained what
you're doing. I think it's very nice, but also very strange for a boy to
dress as a girl. And even stranger, to be asked to be a bridesmaid. But
all in all, I think it's cool.
"Now. We have men in here all the time being waxed, so I've seen it all.
I want you to go into the bath room and completely undress, and you'll
find a robe to put on. Then come back out here, and we'll see what we
have to do."
I was really nervous about being naked in front of her. But I did as she
asked. When I came back out, she said, "You may want to take your wig
off too. That way it won't get hurt."
"You knew it was a wig?" I asked.
"Yes. It's a really good wig. But also being a hair dresser, it was
easy to spot."
I removed the wig, and carefully set it on one of the cabinets.
Then Jackie, as she handed me a towel, said, "Take the robe off, hop up
on the table, and lay on your back. And here's a towel to cover
yourself."
She went over to the roll-a-round cart, which put her back to me, and I
did as she asked.
She walked back over to me, and said, "I use what's call sugaring. It's
like waxing, but it's an easier cleanup. All you need to do is take a
shower after we're done. And what's on your skin, will just wash off."
Then she asked, "I know you're going to be wearing a bridesmaid's dress.
What does it look like?"
"They called it a one shoulder dress. And it's floor length."
"Sounds cute. If it's a one shoulder dress, then it probably doesn't
have sleeves."
"It doesn't."
"Well then we need to do your underarms, unless you're shaving them?"
"I'm not."
"Okay."
Then she looked at my arms. My chest. Then she had me roll over, and
she looked at my back. When she was done, she said, "Well. You are a
real blond. I don't think we need to do your arms. But with the type of
dress you'll be wearing, we don't want any hair to show on your
shoulders, back, or chest. You really don't have much chest or back
hair. So, what I'd like to do, if you agree, is your legs, underarms,
back, and chest. Basically a full body wax, except for your arms. That
way you will be nice and smooth. Is that okay?"
I took a deep breath and just said, "Go for it."
"Good. Now. What I'm going to do is spread the warm sugaring syrup onto
an area, place a strip of cloth on it, rub it a couple times, and then
quickly pull it off. And I'll be honest with you. It will hurt. But
believe it or not, it will get easier. Stay like you are and we'll start
with the back of your legs."
She pulled the roll-a-round cart over next to me. Then said, "Ready?"
"Yeah. I guess," I said.
I laid there, and I felt her spread the warm syrup over my lower right
leg. Then she places a cloth strip over it, rubbed it a few times, and
then there was pain. I yelled. And she said, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said, "but that really hurt."
"Sorry. But sometimes we have to go through a little pain to look
pretty. Can I go on?"
"Sure."
She continued to work, and she worked quickly. She finished the back of
my legs, and then I felt her spread some on my butt. I was going to say
something, but I figured that she had said, a full body wax, so why not.
My back must not have been too hairy, because it wasn't long until she
had me roll over onto my back. I used the towel to cover myself, she
grinned at me, and said, "I promise that I won't wax you there. Some
people like it. But I won't unless you want me to."
"I'll pass," I said.
Then she started on the front of my legs. She worked up to my crotch and
stopped. Then moved the towel, so that I was still covered, and
continued up over my stomach and chest. I guess I didn't have much hair
there either, as part of the work she did she used the same strip over
and over. She'd place it on me, rub it, and pull it off, the go to
another spot and do the same thing. Every once in a while, she'd apply
some syrup and use a new cloth strip.
When she was done with my chest, she carefully went over my shoulders.
Then she said, "Time for the underarms."
Again, she quickly removed the hair from my underarms. And she said,
"All done."
I sat up, looked down over my body, and saw my hairless legs. Like I
said, they weren't too hairy to start with, but now there wasn't any
hair. Then I looked at my arms, looked at Jackie, and said, "Do my
arms."
"You really don't have to. They look fine for a girls," she said.
"I know. But I look at my legs with no hair, then at my arms, and they
look really hairy. And you did say a full body wax."
A few minutes later she had finished my arms. Then she said, "Go and
take a shower. That will get all the sugaring off your skin. Then
there's some lotion in there, smooth it all over your body. It'll help
it recover from the sugaring. And I'll give you some more to take home
before you leave"
After she walked out of the room, I called my mother's cell phone, she
answered, and I said, "Hi mom." ... "Yeah. I'm all done. Just going to
jump in the shower." ... "Yeah. She told me about the lotion." ... "See
you in a few. Bye."
I took my shower, and spread the lotion all over. It had a very feminine
smell to it. I got dressed, put my wig on, and freshened my makeup.
Then, as I waited for my mother and Sara, I chatted with Jackie a bit. I
asked her, "How often do people get waxed like this?"
"Most women have it done about every four weeks," she replied. "The skin
is less sensitive if it's done that often. And over time, with regular
waxing, the hair follicle have less grip, and come out easer. And may
even grow finer and thinner.
"You know. We should have done your eyebrows. We could have made them
look really feminine."
Just then my mother and Sara walked into the shop, and my mother asked,
"So, Becka. How was it?"
"Painful. But worth it," I replied.
As she paid the bill, she said, "A full body wax!?"
"Yes," Jackie said. "She decided to do it all."
"All?"
"Well. Not quite all."
The First Week: Wednesday - Nylons
Today I actually got to sleep in. What woke me up was hearing a car pull
into the garage. I looked at my clock and it was a little after ten. I
got up, threw on my short pink satin robe, and went to the kitchen. Mom
was just setting some bags on the table, and I mumbled a, "Good morning."
"Good morning sleepy head," my mother said with a smile.
"Where were you?"
"I had to get some things. And I got you something."
"What?"
"Nylons."
"Nylons. Why?"
"To wear with the corset."
"Oh yeah. You know. I've never tried nylons or pantyhose."
"Really? You mean in all the dressing that you and Sara have done. She
never had you try panty hose?"
"No. It just never came up. I've never seen her wear anything like
that, except when she's really dressed up. So, maybe she didn't think
about it either. Her mom got me some pantyhose for the wedding, but
we've never tried them."
"Well. I guess a lot of the young girls don't wear them."
I went back to the spare room, and brought Becka out. The special panty,
a bra, my forms, the wigs, a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt. As I brushed
the wig, I was, of course, looking at myself in the mirror. I thought,
why are you doing this? Why do you like to do this so much? Why is
everyone so accepting? Was I having second thoughts? That I could
answer. No, I wasn't.
I thought about the talk that Aunt Dorothy and I had. And the more I
thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I was transgendered. A
cross-dresser. I just loved looking like a girl.
Was it my whole life? Right now, yes. Was it going to change? When the
wedding was over, yes. Was I going to stop completely? No. I loved
doing it too much to stop.
Then, looking at Becka in the mirror, I said out loud, "Becka. I love
being you. But I also love being myself. Why I'm worried about it? I
don't know. But I shouldn't be. The love of my life, loves it when I'm
you. My parents, and even her's, have accepted this part of me."
I hadn't heard Sara, but as I finished saying what I did, she walked up
behind me. We looked at each other in the mirror. She put her hands on
my shoulders, bent down and kissed my cheek. Then she said, "Peter. I
love you. You're my life. You're so happy when you're Becka. And that
makes me happy. You make a wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend. Don't
ever change."
I stood up, turned around. She took my face in her hands, and kissed me.
The kiss turned into a very deep, very long, kiss. When we broke the
kiss, she said, "Your mother sent me to find you. Lunch is ready."
"Did you hear everything I said?" I asked.
With her cute little smile, she said. "Yes I did. And I'm glad I did."
Sara had come over for lunch, and as we ate I asked her, "Why haven't we
ever tried nylons?"
"I don't know," Sara replied. "I don't wear them much, and I never
thought about it."
"Mom got me some to use with the corset."
"Well I guess you get to experience nylons starting today."
After lunch, Sara and I headed back to the spare room, which I guess was
now Becka's room. Later we were going to a movie, then dinner afterwards
as girlfriends. So, we had time to work on Becka's learning to walk in
heels, wearing the corset, and talking like a girl.
I stripped off everything but the special panties. Then Sara handed me a
package of nylons and said, "Here put these on."
I took the package and asked, "How?"
"You take them and roll them up like you do your socks. Then carefully
work them up your leg. And you can run them if you're not careful. So,
be very careful."
I sat down, rolled them up like I do my socks, and worked the first one
up my left leg. I don't know what to say, other than, wow! The feeling
was interesting. Very interesting. I ran my hands up and down my leg.
And I was glad I was wearing the special panty.
I then worked the other one up my right leg. When I was done, I looked
at Sara, and asked, "Why don't you wear these?"
"Well," she said, "I think my legs look really good without them. But I
am going to wear them for the wedding. With your legs, they actually look
great without them, but there is something about seeing them in the
nylons now. They actually look really good, and even sexy."
Next, Sara laced me into the corset, and I think she liked to see how
tight she can get it. When she measured my waist, it was twenty-five
inches.
Then she said, "Well, fasten your garters."
I just looked at her. She shook her head, then said, "Let me show you."
Then as she fastened the one on the front of my right leg, she told me,
"You put the rubber nub behind the stocking, and then you take the clip,
put the rubber nub through the big hole and slide it down. Like that.
Now you do one."
I did the front one on my left leg, and she said, "Good girl. Now, do
the others."
I did the ones on the sides of each of my legs without much trouble. But
the ones on the back, I just couldn't figure out. I struggled with them
for a little while. Then Sara said, "Here. I'll help you."
She fastened the garters on the backs of both of my legs. I took a
couple of steps, looked at her, and said, "Now. That's a different
feeling."
"What's that?"
"The feeling of the garters pulling on the nylons as I walk."
She just smiled. Then she said, "I was thinking of having you wear your
shorts, but your garters would show. What the heck. We're going to be
the house for a while. Put on your shorts."
I did as she suggested, and put on a pair of shorts. And she was right,
the garters did show.
Then I got the heels out. Sat on the vanity's bench and, slipped them
on. I carefully stood up, and got my balance. Sara stood there and just
stared at my legs. I finally asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said. "But... But you have one gorgeous
pair of legs."
"Gorgeous! You're kidding me?"
"No I'm not. I've seen your bare legs before. But there's just
something about seeing them in the nylons and with the heels."
I carefully started walking around the room, close enough to something I
could grab if I started having a problem. After a few minutes, Sara
said, "Let's walk around the house, and see how you do."
We walked down the hall to the main part of the house, and into the
kitchen. My mom was on the phone, she glanced at us, and smiled. Then
did a double take. Then said, "Becka. Girls don't show their garters."
Then she said into the phone, "Dorothy. I have something I have to do,
let me call you back."
"Sorry Mrs. Carter," Sara said. "It was my idea. I thought it would be
okay since we wouldn't be going out until later."
"Then it's okay."
But my mother was giving me strange looks. So, I finally asked, "Mom.
What's wrong?
"Nothing," she said.
"Mom?"
"Your legs."
"What about them?"
"I've never seen such pretty legs, except on a model."
"Told you so," Sara added.
I just said, "Sorry."
"Honey," my mother said, "Don't be. It just surprised me. With those
heels, they just look so long and shapely."
I grinned, and said, "I guess I'm just stuck with 'em."
We spent the next couple hours doing some things around the house with me
in heels and wearing the corset. Sara made sure that I didn't sit too
much, but walked around. The longer I spent in the heels the better I
felt. But I was happy to get them off. I was surprised the corset
wasn't that bad. But it did feel good taking it off. Also, my talking
like a girl was getting better, thanks to Sara. If I said something like
I shouldn't, she'd correct me, and make repeat it a few times.
Sara had dinner with us, and as we were cleaning up, my mother asked,
"Would it be all right if your Aunt Dorothy met Becka?"
"No problem. She knows all about it. Why?"
"She's coming over for lunch tomorrow."
The First Week: Thursday - Aunt Dorothy
Thursday, was just about the same as Wednesday, except I didn't sleep in.
And Aunt Dorothy was coming for lunch.
Sara was over early, and I spent about three hours in the heels and
corset. And Sara worked with me on speaking like a girl.
Just before Noon, Sara and I were in Becka's room removing the corset,
and I heard the doorbell. I figured that is was Aunt Dorothy. Sara
asked, "Is it all right if I stay for lunch?"
"Sure," I replied, "I think mom was planning on it."
After I was re-dressed in a pair of shorts, cute white top, and my
wedges, I sat at the vanity, and redid my makeup. Then Sara and I walked
to the kitchen. My Aunt Dorothy saw us walk into the kitchen, looked at
me, and smiled. Then said, "Jean. I didn't know you had two daughters?"
"Well," my mother said, "Sara we've adopted, and Becka just appears from
time to time."
"I thought you told me that Becka was going to live here until after the
Monroe wedding?"
"Yes, she is. She may even stay with us after the wedding."
"Mother!" I said. "Stop kidding around. You know I'm going back to being
Peter"
"Sorry honey. We were just having some fun with you."
"She even sounds like a girl," Aunt Dorothy said.
"Yes. Sara has really been working with her on that and a few other
things."
"You really look at Becka being a girl. Don't you Jean?"
"Don't you? I see a pretty girl standing there. She talks like a girl.
Walks like a girl. And even acts like a girl."
"Sometimes she even acts like a blond girl," Sara added.
"Thanks girlfriend. I love you too," I said.
"Well Becka." Aunt Dorothy said, "I guess I was right about you. Wasn't
I? You are transgendered. Actually a cross-dresser. And you're really
good at presenting as a girl. Not planning on staying this way. Are
you?"
"No. Aunt Dorothy. I'm not. But I do love looking this way. It feels
good. And it's fun."
"I see that you and Sara are still close. And from what your mother
tells me that it might be the real thing."
I looked at Sara and said, "Yeah. I think so."
And with her cute smile, Sara said, "Yeah. I think I'll keep her."
After lunch my mother left the three of us to talk. And we spent the
early afternoon doing just that. And one of the things I asked Aunt
Dorothy was, "Why has everyone been so accepting of me doing this? I've
read that guys have been beaten up, and worse, for dressing like a girl.
And that scares me."
"Well honey," Aunt Dorothy said. "There is just something about you that
says girl. I think, that people that you don't know and see you,
actually see a girl. And the people that know you as Peter, first see
that you're trying to help someone, and then they also see you as this
girl.
"And I'm thinking that Sara has been a really good teacher. I'll almost
bet, that even when you first started to dress with her, that she treated
you as a girl. You grew up together, and when you played dress up, she
taught you to be a girl. And when you're Becka, you are a girl. And
when you're Peter, you are a boy.
"Just be careful. There are some people that, if they find out about
you, will react in a nasty way. It may only be verbally, but if could
also be physical.
"But the support that you receive, not only from Sara, but from your
family and Sara's family, is the best thing you have going for you. And
you couldn't ask for more."
"Now, Sara. I know you've been wondering why you like Peter to be Becka.
Haven't you?"
"I have," Sara replied.
"Well. I don't really have an answer for you. But some things to think
about until we can really sit and talk about it. Neither of you have
ever had or ever wanted to have another love interest. You've found who
you want. I know your parents don't want to hear that, but I think it's
true. And why that's happened, I don't think anyone can answer. It just
has.
"Sara you could be bisexual, and you would really have the best of both
worlds in Peter and Becka. A good looking fun loving boyfriend, and a
very pretty fun loving girlfriend. But I just don't think that you are
bisexual.
"Then, you have been helping Peter dress as a girl since you were eleven.
You've had fun with it, and you've seen both sides of him. That he has a
masculine side and feminine side. And you like what you see. You have
fun with both of them.
"Then there is this thing between the two of you. I think that both of
you know that you belong together. That there is a special connection
between you. And you're willing to accept anything about the other one.
And you've accepted Peter's feminine side. Probably better than anyone.
"That's about all that I can tell you. I know it's not much, but it's
all I know. Sara, I just hope I haven't confused you, but given you some
things to think about."
"No Aunt Dorothy," Sara said. "You've given me some interesting things to
think about."
Aunt Dorothy smiled. "Aunt Dorothy? You already consider yourself as
part of this family. Cute."
"I'm sorry. But that's all I've ever heard anyone call you."
"That all right honey. I truly believe that one day you will be part of
this family."
We talked a little more, then as Aunt Dorothy was leaving, she said,
"Kids. The more I talk with you, the more I want to get to know the two
of you better. You are a very interesting couple. I would really like
to find out what makes your relationship work the way it does."
I looked at Sara, then said, "Maybe after this wedding is over."
"And Becka, it's just been amazed watching you this afternoon. You are
so at ease being a girl. It's just like you were born one."
After Aunt Dorothy had left, I looked at Sara and said, "Hmm. Bisexual
huh?"
"Maybe," Sara said, with a gleam in those pretty green eyes of hers. "But
only if it's with you."
Sara and I had dinner with her parents and Linda. And Sara talked her
dad into dancing with me. The dancing was a little awkward at first. Me
getting used to being led, rather than leading. But after we'd danced
for about a half an hour, I was getting it. We danced for another half
an hour, and I actually started feeling comfortable dancing as a girl.
And I figured that if I could do it another couple of times that I'd be
ready for the wedding.
It was a nice night, so Sara and I spent the rest of the evening cuddled
on the patio talking.
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