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Caregiver in Love
(the continuing saga of the Caregiver)
Part 1
Caregiver Saga Part II: Caregiver in Love. Shawn's older sister
continues to dominate him. Shawn rejects and resists her efforts to
feminize him. Meanwhile, he is thrilled by a budding romance with his
beautiful cooking teacher, Jacqueline. He only hopes that his smooth
legs, and his complete lack of any experience with sports or other manly
attributes do not turn her off. He hopes that she can forget his
shameful evening where he was less of a man, and fall for him as the man
he feels himself to be.
Another cooking lesson. Me in Marilyn's white pants.
So that Jacqueline could meet me on time at Clinique, Marilyn had picked
up the ingredients for our lesson on her way home from the office. We
had greens for a citrus salad, some lovely heirloom tomatoes for a soup
and a loaf of French bread. The farm fresh lettuce and tomatoes
glistened on our kitchen counter. I put my black apron on over my
feminine outfit and then stood self-consciously with my back to
Jacqueline and Marilyn, as I chopped and simmered the tomatoes, with
onion and garlic for the soup. I wondered if they were looking at my
tight pants and heeled sandals. Jacqueline quickly taught me how to cut
up grapefruit and toss the lettuce leaves in a dressing of fresh-
squeezed lemon juice, mustard and olive oil. We heated up the bread in
the oven. Dinner was served twenty-eight minutes after we arrived.
Marilyn and mom clapped as we removed our aprons with a flourish. I
blushed realizing that my small breasts were jiggling in their lacy
brassier as I carried the four servings of soup to the table. Marilyn
complimented me on my pretty, sheer blouse. And when I got up to serve
the salad, my mother even complimented me on my nice white pants and
shapely hips. I was conscious of my gait as I walked away from the
table in my narrow kitten heels.
I was just about to get up and serve vanilla ice cream with some ginger
snaps, when Jacqueline, moving her hand under the table, gently brushed
my thigh and carefully placed a tube of lipstick in my lap. It was the
dark pink I had put on at her house. She winked at me.
I excused myself and got up to get the dessert, but briefly refreshed my
lipstick in my reflection in the kitchen window. I blotted my lips with
a tissue and then returned to the table holding a tray of ice creams,
but blushed yet again, because Marilyn had noticed that I had refreshed
my lipstick.
As we ate our ice cream, Jacqueline breezily said, "Shawn, I was
wondering if you like to play tennis?"
My heart skipped a beat, not liking to be the center of attention.
"I've actually never played before, but I'd love to try some time," I
lied.
"Well, I actually have a private lesson every Thursday morning at the
country club, and my teacher said that I can share the class with a
friend whenever I want," she said, looking at me carefully. Despite my
fear, my heart leaped when I heard her refer to me as a friend.
"That's just a few blocks from here. But I'm not a member," I said,
trying to keep my voice calm, worried that she wouldn't be my friend if
she knew what a weakling and a klutz I was in sports.
Reading my thoughts, she said kindly, "You can be my guest. You're
probably not as bad as I am. I'm just a beginner, and this is our
second class, coming up. It's pretty basic, just working on our swing
and ball control."
"Well, if it's okay for me to join your class, I guess that sounds like
fun," I said as cheerfully as I could.
"The other thing is it starts at 8am, so we have to get up super early,
but at least the courts are nice and cool and empty at that hour."
Marilyn interrupted. "We could have a sleepover, and you could get up
together and walk over from here," she said helpfully, looking at us
both. "That's tomorrow night, you know."
I again had the feeling that things were getting out of control, but
nodded to both of them as my heart pounded in my ears.
"Oh, darn. I can't play. I don't have a racquet," I said hoping beyond
hope that somehow we could drop the subject of tennis.
"You can borrow mine, sweetie," Marilyn offered, closing off my escape
route. "Is there a dress code at the club?"
"You know, I'm not sure. I think they prefer traditional whites,
because everyone seems to wear white. Some of the players have great
tennis wear. I really love clothes, so I bought an Addidas outfit that
I like a lot."
"I think we can get something nice for Shawn to wear," Marilyn said
helpfully, to my chagrin. "So let's plan on having our sleepover
tomorrow night after we cook."
"Sounds like a plan!" Jacqueline enthused.
We cleared the table and said goodbye to Jacqueline. I put Mom to bed
and said goodnight to Marilyn. "We should run over to the mall tomorrow
to get you a tennis outfit, Shawn, if you have time." She handed me a
package of makeup wipes and said, "Don't forget to take off your makeup
and do your acne cleanse before you go to sleep, little one."
She also handed me a pink bottle that said, Sweet Softness, for hand
washing all fine lingerie, and said, "You should rinse out your lingerie
tonight so that you can return anything you might have borrowed back to
Jacqueline tomorrow night. Do you need for me to show you how to wash
the panties and brassier?"
"Thanks, Marilyn. I'll read the label. No problem. Good night."
I got back to my bedroom and removed my heeled sandals. I slipped out
of the white pants and spanks. I slipped out of the translucent blouse
and silky camisole. I bent over my bed and reached behind my back and
released the brassier from around my torso. The two silicon mounds
dropped to my bedspread. I looked at myself in the mirror solemnly and
held up my right hand. I put my left hand over my bare chest. I
whispered, "I vow, I will never wear anything like those clothes ever
again, as long as I live."
Naked, I stepped into my silk pajama bottoms and slid the silk camisole
top over my tired body.
I read the instructions on the lingerie wash and filled the sink with
warm, soapy water. I dropped Jacqueline's spanks, silky camisole,
brassier and silicon breasts into the bubbles and let them soak. I
looked at my face in the mirror. I took a makeup wipe and wiped my eyes
and face and realized how much black makeup I was wearing on my eyes.
Too tired, I rinsed my face with water and then washed with the acne
wash. I raised my right hand and stared at myself in the mirror. For
the sake and survival of my own manhood, I will never, ever wear makeup
again, no matter who tries to put makeup on me.
Except for the acne treatment, I added. Which seems to be helping a
little.
Finally I rinsed the lingerie, blotted it on a towel and hung it on my
shower curtain.
Flowers for friends
The next day, I awoke again with fierce determination to dress more like
a man, but I still did not have any male clothing in my drawers or
closet. To make matters worse, I no longer had my flat espadrilles,
because Angie or Marilyn had thrown them away. I put on the white wedge
espadrilles even though they were definitely quite feminine, with their
two inch narrow espadrille heel. I pulled open my top drawer and
stepped into some beige lace panties and my white shorts. I opened my
second drawer and looked at my options for tops. They were all
unmistakably feminine with plunging neck lines or sheer, frilly fabrics.
I finally settled on a brown and white striped t shirt with cap sleeves
with a scoop neck front. I put it on and headed down for breakfast.
Marilyn, was reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee.
"Not so fast, sweetie," she said. "You can't just wear that top without
something underneath." And she twirled me around and followed me up to
my room. She looked at the lingerie drying in the bathroom and picked
up the silicon bra inserts. "These are awesome," she exclaimed,
holding one in each hand. "I don't think Jacqueline would mind if you
wore them again this morning, and we can pick up a pair some of your own
at the mall."
"Marilyn, that was special just for last night," I protested. "I don't
really need my own!"
"Well it can never hurt for you to have a few things that make you look
nice and special. And today's a special day, because we're going to
find you a nice tennis outfit for your tennis date," she said smiling.
"But, Marilyn!" I pleaded. "I vowed to myself that I would dress like a
guy from now on!"
She stopped and turned to me. Her icy smile said only, Please don't
ruin the two days of happiness we've had. I thought about the awful
days when I had to call her Miss Marilyn and she had cruelly ordered me
around. I had felt not only humiliated but also completely distant from
my own beloved sister.
I closed my eyes. Trying not to cry.
"I also think it would be sweet for you to cut some more flowers and put
them in a vase, one each for Angie and Jennifer. That would be very
personal, and a very nice way to thank them for helping you so much
yesterday."
Flowers I can do. But to thank them for helping me? I wasn't really
sure if putting excessive amounts of women's make up on my face and
waxing my legs and convincing me to wear Jacqueline's heeled sandals
could be considered "helping me," I thought.
In the end, to preserve the relationship with my dear sister and best
friend, I wore the bra and silicon inserts again that day. Marilyn
taught me how to put on the bra by fastening it behind my back, my
slender arms, twisted behind my back like a yogi. She then demanded
that I practice putting my bra on and taking it off ten times. As if
I'll ever need this skill again, I thought.
She finally handed me her scoop neck brown and white striped tshirt with
the short, feminine cap sleeves. I slipped the blouse on, again feeling
the feminine clothes and underthings strangling my masculinity, like wet
burlap smothering a small campfire. The neck line offered a clear view
of my somewhat tan, slender upper chest and an occasional glimpse of the
edges of Jacqueline's lacy brassier underneath. I tried to adjust the
bra cups and the inserts and the lay of the scoop neck so that my lacy
brassier wouldn't show. Just until I can get some guy clothes at the
mall.
Marilyn watched and helped me with my foundation and powder, and showed
me how to do my eye liner and mascara. I tried to put only small
amounts of each to start, but then she pushed me to try to make "more of
a statement," especially with my eyes and eyelashes. The lip gloss
seemed to satisfy her. "Lipstick is really nice at night," she said.
"No need to overdo it during the day." I felt relieved.
Marilyn left me alone to go to her room.
I realized that I would be seeing Angie to give her the flowers. Not
wanting to feel her wrath, I slipped off the espadrilles and put on the
Jacqueline's kitten heeled sandals. My pedicure peeked through the open
toes. "I don't want to wear these shoes again, but Angie will kill me
if she sees me wearing espadrilles." I put the espadrilles in a
shopping bag, so I could switch into them after I gave Angie her
flowers. Must remember to find polish remover asap!
"What a great call!" Marilyn exclaimed as she returned from her room
with a beige leather bag with a shoulder strap and a single, large gold
buckle.
"Your shorts don't have pockets, so let's keep your phone, face powder
and lip gloss in this shoulder bag." She found the zippered pink bag
containing my driver's license, cash and credit cards. "Don't forget
this purse, okay? Maybe best to leave it on the kitchen counter for
now," she said, putting the pink purse inside the shoulder bag and
handing it to me.
I thought the bag was way too feminine, but thought, I'll have a pair of
men's jeans soon and then I can finally carry stuff in my pocket again.
Finally dressed, we walked down to the kitchen. I dropped the dreaded
beige purse in the kitchen. Then I wheeled mom out to the patio, cut
fresh flowers from the garden for the patio table, and prepared cold
cereal with fresh strawberries for all three of us. I finally sat down
to green juice and my purple pill with Mom and Marilyn, enjoying the sun
on our bare skin.
Mom turned to me, sizing up the small, supple mounds on my chest and
said, "You look so sweet, Shawn, in your pretty white shorts and that
new top."
"Just borrowing the top from Marilyn, Mom," I said. I didn't say, Until
I can get a chance to buy some men's clothes at the mall.
End of Part 1
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