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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 4
Part of my training as a woman was to help Elaine cook dinner. She made
me wear one of her kitchen aprons in order to protect my dress. I had to
keep my high heels on the whole time, too, so that I would get used to
walking around in them. It was very strange to hear my own footsteps
click-clacking across the wooden floor of the kitchen, and to feel my
skirt softly brushing against my legs.
Once dinner was out of the way, I was dispatched back into the kitchen to
do the washing up. "Why don't we just load up the dishwasher?" I argued.
"All part of the training, Carolyn," said Julie. "And you know what they
say about a woman's work!"
As soon as I had finished doing the washing up, I was given a crash
course in feminine deportment. Elaine showed me how to sit down, keeping
my knees together and smoothing the back of my skirt as I lowered myself
onto the chair. I was told how to cross my legs without revealing
anything I wouldn't want to be seen hanging on the washing line.
When I had practiced sitting down and standing up a few times, Julie made
me walk up and down the stairs, advising me to place one foot directly in
front of the other. "It'll give you a more feminine wiggle!" she assured
me.
Julie also showed me how to move my arms as I walked. "Don't swing them
so wildly, Carolyn," she told me. "Keep your elbows tucked in, and turn
your arms out slightly as you bring them back. That'll help you achieve a
more womanly gait. Keep your shoulders relaxed, too, but push them back
at the same time. It'll show off your bust more!"
No stone was left unturned as the instructions came thick and fast. I was
told to tilt my head frequently, to relax my wrists and allow my hands to
move freely, and to keep my fingers together. I was even told to raise
the pitch of my voice a little, and to soften its sound by relaxing my
larynx.
As midnight approached, I was exhausted. "Can't we stop now, please?" I
asked. "I think I've learned all I'm going to for one night. But right
now I'd like to get out of these clothes and go to bed. I've got a busy
day at work tomorrow."
"Of course," said Elaine. "You've done extremely well. Just remember all
we've taught you, and your dad'll be over the moon with you on Saturday."
I had a lot of difficulty concentrating on work the following day. My
mind was filled with thoughts about my having been turned into a woman
the day before. Or, at least, into the semblance of a woman. Elaine and
Julie had done a magnificent job, but in the cold light of day I knew
deep down that I could not really be taken for a real woman. I felt my
confidence ebbing rapidly. Driving home after work I seriously doubted
that I'd be able to pull off the whole idea at all.
Elaine could tell something was amiss the moment I set foot in the house.
"Had a bad day?" she asked.
I slumped into the sofa. "Workwise, no. Everything's fine. It's Saturday
that's concerning me, Elaine. I don't think I can do it."
Elaine sat next to me. "Charlie, it's perfectly understandable for you to
be getting cold feet," she said. "What you're going to do is way out of
your comfort zone. But remember the reason why you wanted to do it in the
first place."
"For my dad," I said, nodding. "I haven't forgotten. If he wants to dress
as a woman then I'm OK with that. I really am. But it hurts to know that
he'd rather I didn't visit him because of it. He's still my dad, and I
love him."
"And that's precisely why you must go as Carolyn to visit him on
Saturday," Elaine replied. "Think how much happier he'll be, knowing that
he can see his son without feeling ashamed for the way he's chosen to
look."
She made it all sound perfectly reasonable. "But what about you, Elaine?"
I asked. "How do you feel about seeing your husband of thirty years
suddenly becoming a woman, parading around in a dress and high heels?"
Elaine gave a gentle laugh, and took my hand. "Oh, Charlie! You're not
becoming a woman! You're just going to dress as one, and for a very good
reason. Simply because you're wearing a dress doesn't make you any less
of a man. Not to me, at any rate. I love you for what you want to do for
your dad, and I support you every step of the way."
"And Julie?" I asked. "What must she think of me? Her dad's a tranny."
"Julie thinks the same as I do, Charlie," Elaine assured me. "And
besides, she's having a whale of a time supervising your transformation.
I haven't seen her this happy since things started going belly up with
that no-good husband of hers."
"Hold on," I said. "What do you mean, "supervising"? I thought this was
your idea, Elaine."
"It was my idea," Elaine replied, nodding. "But Julie's made it her pet
project. And I wouldn't be at all surprised if she's got even more
things planned for Carolyn. You know what Julie's like when she gets her
mind set on something."
"Yes," I replied, thoughtfully. "I just hope she doesn't get too carried
away."
Elaine chuckled. "So, are you feeling better about Saturday now?" she
asked.
I frowned. "Sort of," I replied. "I suppose so, but..."
"But...?"
"There's still one thing I've been churning over and over all day.
Getting dressed up yesterday was OK, because I was here, in my own home,
with you and Julie."
"Ah!" Elaine said. "I think I know what it is. You're apprehensive about
leaving the house to go outside, aren't you?"
"Apprehensive? I'm terrified! What if someone sees me?"
"Someone's bound to see you," Elaine replied, matter-of-factly. "But so
what if they do? You make a fairly convincing woman, Charlie. And that's
all anyone will see."
"But what if I'm spotted by any of our friends? Or, worse still, by any
of my work colleagues?"
"That's not likely to happen," replied Elaine. "And even if it does, it's
none of their business!"
I pondered this for a few moments. "OK," I said. "But I'm still a bit
afraid of leaving the house dressed as Carolyn on Saturday."
"Then why wait until Saturday?" Elaine said suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, if you're afraid of venturing out of the house, then I think you
need to conquer your fear before it's too late."
My jaw dropped. "You mean go out, as Carolyn? Before I go to see dad?"
"Yes!" replied Elaine. "Why not? When you come home from work on Friday,
Julie and I will get you dressed again. Then I'll drive us somewhere, and
we can go for a walk."
I could feel sudden panic rising within me. "Oh, I don't know about--"
"Charlie," cut in Elaine. "It's the best solution, honestly. It'll get
you used to the idea of being outdoors as Carolyn. You don't want to risk
having to pull out on Saturday, do you?"
"No," I said. "Of course I don't. In an odd way, Elaine, I've been
looking forward to becoming Carolyn again, and seeing my dad. It's the
bit in the middle that's giving me the colly-wobbles."
"Then go out with me on Friday night," Elaine said, with an air of
finality. "Take the plunge. Once Carolyn's been outside for the first
time, you'll be fine. Trust me."
I knew Elaine was right, of course. I would feel terrible if I had to
abandon making the trip to visit dad through fear of leaving my own
doorstep. And, of course, I couldn't let all the time and effort put in
by Elaine and Julie go to waste. I owed it to them, just as much as I
owed it to dad, to go through with the plan.
"OK," I said, at last. "When I get home on Friday, I'll dress as Carolyn.
You can drive me somewhere, and we'll go for a walk."
The next few days seemed to fly by. At home, much of the conversation
revolved around the walk I'd be taking on Friday night. Julie knew all
about the plan, having been filled in by Elaine while I was at work.
Naturally she thought it was a great idea, and couldn't wait for Friday
night to roll around.
It was a different story at work, however. I'd had a busy week, with one
thing and another, leaving me little time to dwell on what lay in store.
On Friday afternoon one of my work colleagues, Drew, asked me if I had
any plans for the upcoming Bank Holiday weekend. "My dad's just gone into
"Golden Days" sheltered accommodation," I told him. "I'll be visiting him
every Saturday from now on."
""Golden Days"?" said Drew. "That's where my grandmother lives. She's
been there about a year now. She's very happy there, apparently. If you
see her, say I'm asking after her, will you? Her name's Celia."
I groaned inwardly. This was all I needed. A work colleague with a
relative at the same home as my dad. "Don't you visit her yourself,
then?" I fished.
"Not anywhere nearly as much as I should, I suppose," Drew replied. "Last
time I went was about three months ago. I should really go and see her
sometime."
"Yes," I said. Just not on a Saturday, I thought to myself.
"Saturdays are out, though," Drew continued, as if answering my unspoken
hope. "It's the only time I get to have a round of golf. Maybe I'll go on
Monday, with it being May Bank Holiday. Anyway, must dash! Got a meeting
with Wilson. See you, Charles!"
Well, thank god for small mercies, I sighed, grateful that Drew's
Saturday activities precluded any chance of him seeing me visiting my
dad. I prayed that none of my other colleagues also happened to have
relatives at "Golden Days".
When I got home I told Elaine and Julie about the conversation with Drew.
"It doesn't sound as if he goes to see his grandmother much, if at all,"
Elaine commented. "You probably won't bump into him when you're visiting
your dad."
"God, I hope not," I replied. "I'd never live it down if he saw me as
Carolyn. It'd be a total disaster for me at work if anyone found out I
dress up as a woman."
"Speaking of which," said Elaine. "Go and have a shower and a shave
while I make dinner. Once we've eaten, Julie and I can get started on
you."
I felt refreshed and relaxed after my shower. I shaved my face and neck
as closely as I could, and scraped away the minute growths of hairs on my
legs, hands, arms and armpits.
Then it was back to the bedroom for my second transformation. On went the
bra, knickers, waist cincher, pantie girdles and tights. Elaine looked on
as Julie busied herself with my makeup. "I think evening makeup is more
appropriate for you tonight, dad," said Julie. "I'm going to give you
smoky eyes and a more sultry contouring."
"Sultry?" I exclaimed. "Careful, Julie, I'm not going out to pick up a
man, you know!"
Julie just laughed. She applied a fresh pair of false eyelashes, and
coated them with a layer of mascara. "I'll give them another coat in a
few minutes, after I've done your nails." Julie picked up a small
package. "I thought, since it's Friday and you don't have to go to work
until next Tuesday, we could be a tiny bit bolder with your look for the
weekend!"
From the package in her hand, Julie produced a set of acrylic fingernails
and a small tube of adhesive. "Don't panic, dad!" she said, gluing them
in place. "They'll soak off." When all ten were fixed on, Julie began
painting them with red nail varnish.
"What happened to the blue?" I asked. "To go with my dress?"
Julie looked at me and smiled. "Spoilers!" she said, enigmatically, and
continued painting. As soon as she had finished the nails, my eyelashes
were given another liberal coating of mascara. "I'll give your lashes and
nails another coat in a bit," said Julie. "Time for you to get dressed!"
I turned to face Elaine, who was standing ready with my dress. Only it
wasn't the midnight blue dress I had expected to see. Instead, Elaine
held a red lace dress, with a gathered waist, a full skirt and a red lace
hem. On the floor was a pair of red high heeled shoes. "Julie's been
shopping," she said, simply.
"You know what they say, dad," said Julie. "If you want to be noticed,
wear red!"
"But I don't want to be noticed, Julie!" I protested. "I want to attract
as little attention as possible!" Julie's face fell, and I knew I'd made
a mistake. "I suppose..." I said, "I could give it a try. And it is a
lovely dress. And the shoes, too. Thank you for buying them for me."
I gave Julie a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark behind. Julie
took the dress from Elaine and helped me into it. "You'll look great in
this, dad, I promise! You've got the colouring to carry it off."
I wriggled into the dress, and smoothed it down across my hips. Then I
stepped into the shoes. "These feel different," I said.
Julie nodded. "Yeah. I was impressed with how well you coped in your
three inch heels, so I thought I'd treat you to a pair of four inch
stilettos."
I smiled. I didn't want to upset Julie again, so I simply said, "Great!"
and left it at that. I hoped my forthcoming evening walk was not going to
be a long one. All the same, the sight of my legs stretching down to the
dainty shoes on my feet gave me a bit of a thrill.
The time was now approaching 8.30pm, a little early for my liking to be
going out as Carolyn for the first time. The sun would be just setting,
so we decided to give it another half an hour for dusk to set in. To fill
in the time we went downstairs and had a cup of coffee. As I sat
drinking, legs demurely crossed at the ankles, I kept glancing at the
clock on the mantelpiece. As 9pm drew nearer, I could feel my heart begin
to beat faster.
"Shall we go?" said Elaine, as the time reached 9pm.
"Yes," I replied. Picking up my handbag, I stood and tottered to the
front door.
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