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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 6
Julie was in fits of laughter at breakfast the next morning, as Elaine
and I recounted the details of our exploits in Pelworth. "Oh, dad!" she
cried. "Your first time out, and you get chatted up! You're a man-
magnet!"
"Now, now, Julie," said Elaine, jumping to my defence. "Your dad was
terrified last night. I think he did exceptionally well. It wasn't an
easy thing for him to do, walking into that pub. The place could have
been crowded, for all we knew."
"Yes," I agreed. "I was mortified when the police arrived, though. They
saw through me in a flash. I suppose it proves that I don't make as
convincing a woman as I'd hoped."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Charlie," said Elaine, clearing away the
breakfast things. "The police have seen it all before, you know. And they
are trained to observe. They'll have come across countless cross dressers
in town on a Friday night."
"Hmm," I replied. "Well, at least the three regulars in the pub were
fooled. Especially Harry of the wandering hands." I noticed Elaine and
Julie exchanging a look. "What?" I asked.
Julie sighed. "Dad, please don't take this the wrong way, but you don't
pass as a woman, not completely. Mum and I did a great job on you, and
you've got the walk and the mannerisms down really well... but you can
still tell you're a man. I think the blokes in the pub were probably just
humouring you."
I felt a bit deflated at hearing this. How could I have thought I would
ever have been taken for a real woman? Suddenly it all seemed so
ridiculous.
Elaine, realising I'd been thrown into despair by Julie's comments, said,
"Look, Julie is right. But very few men can fully pass as females. The
ones who do have usually had a lot of facial reconstruction surgery,
hormone replacement therapy, breast implants, the lot. And I'm assuming
you're not wanting to go that far?"
"No," I replied. "Of course not."
"Besides," Elaine continued, "These days people are far more tolerant of
transvestites than they ever used to be. Even of the most obvious ones.
Sure, you'll get some idiots who'll hurl abuse across the street, but in
the main people just look, smile, and carry on. And don't forget the
reason you're doing it in the first place."
"For dad," I said. "I'm doing it for dad. You're right. I don't need to
be a hundred per cent convincing. I just need to show my dad that he
doesn't have to feel ashamed about me seeing him dressed as a woman. And
if the best way to do that is for me to share the experience by becoming
Carolyn, then that's what I'll do."
At that moment the phone rang. It was the police, to say that our car had
been found. So-called joyriders had driven it nine miles to Crawside, a
suburb on the northern outskirts of the city. Elaine and I went to
collect our car after lunch, and were relieved to find it had not been
damaged.
I was due to visit dad at 7pm. At twenty past three, Julie, Elaine and I
were sitting in our living room, watching the clock go round. It was
Julie who galvanised us into the inevitable action. "Come on," she said.
"It's like a dentist's waiting room in here. Let's make a start on
getting you ready, dad!"
Then a thought came to me. "Wait a minute," I said. "What if dad's
crossdressing phase has ended? What if I turn up on his doorstep as
Carolyn, only to find him wearing his comfy old shirt and trousers? I'd
look a complete and utter fool!"
"There's an easy way to find out," said Elaine. "Give him a call and ask
him."
I picked up my mobile and called his number. "Dad? Hi, it's Charlie. Dad,
I'm coming over to visit later, and I just need to ask you something...
Ah, yes, that's actually what I wanted to know... OK, dad. Bye." I ended
the call.
"Well?" asked Elaine.
"He says he's still dressing as Samantha," I answered, "and doesn't want
me to visit."
"OK," said Elaine. "Now you know. What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to become Carolyn, of course!"
I'd already had a shower, so all I needed to do was shave my face and run
the razor over my arms and legs. "Don't forget your hands and your
armpits!" Julie called up to me. Once I was satisfactorily hair-free, I
went into the bedroom to be transformed once again into Carolyn.
Julie, bless her, looked away as I exchanged my underpants for a pair of
pink cotton panties. Then I put on the waist cincher, the pantie girdles,
and the bra, padding it out with the rolled-up tights. Thus attired, I
sat down for Julie to apply my makeup. She kept up a running commentary
on what she was doing all the way through, clearly enjoying turning her
dad into a woman once more.
"This concealer around your mouth and chin will help to hide the facial
hair shadow... this foundation is a nice light shade, and the setting
powder will make it last longer... now some highlighter and shader to
give your face some contours... and a nice natural blusher... I'll fill
in your eyebrows to give them a bit of definition... some eyeshadow
primer, which helps your eyeshadow to stay on longer... the eyeshadow
itself is a lovely neutral colour, it really brings your eyes to life...
with some eyeliner to enhance your lash line... now to glue on your false
lashes... and a couple of coats of mascara on them... and a pale red for
your lips, with just a touch of lipgloss!"
The makeup was finished in less than half an hour. I was, of course,
still wearing the acrylic nails I had been given the day before for my
trip to Pelworth. Julie inspected them for chipped nail varnish, and
pronounced them satisfactory.
Elaine stretched the wig cap over my head, and then fitted the dark brown
wig on top. "OK," she said. "Tights next." She handed me a fresh pair,
and I put them as I had been shown.
"You're looking amazing," said Julie. I glanced at the beaming face of my
daughter. Elaine was right; it had been a long time since Julie had
seemed like she was having fun. I was glad to see her appearing so
cheerful.
Elaine handed me my blue dress. I stepped into it, and Julie zipped me
up. After smoothing down the wrinkles around my hips, I did a little
twirl in front of the mirror. Carolyn was back.
"We're getting quicker at this," Julie said. "It's only twenty-five to
five! Tell you what, Carolyn, put on your bling and your shoes, and mum
and I will sort out something to eat." With that, Julie and Elaine went
downstairs and into the kitchen.
My jewellery was kept in a small suede case in my sock drawer. I took out
my necklace, bracelets and earrings. Then I noticed an item that hadn't
been there before, a beautiful silver ring with a small cluster of blue
stones mounted on it. I tried the ring on the fourth finger of my right
hand, and found it to be a perfect fit. Julie had been shopping again, I
realised, and wondered yet again how much money my transformation to
Carolyn had cost.
Finally I put on my shoes, electing to go for the four inch heels I had
worn in Pelworth. They were ever so slightly harder to walk in than the
three inch heels had been, but for some reason they made me feel more
confident. Now fully dressed and feeling fabulous, I went downstairs to
join my wife and daughter.
"Ah!" said Julie, as I walked in to the living room. "You found the ring,
then!"
"Yes," I said, using Carolyn's voice. "It's absolutely lovely, darling!
But you really shouldn't have, you know. I don't deserve it."
Julie's eyes widened. "Wow, dad... er, I mean Carolyn! You're really
getting into this! Love the voice! It sounds dead sexy!"
"Yes," said Elaine, arriving from the kitchen with a tray of sandwiches
and cups of tea. "I think Carolyn here is giving you and I a run for our
money, Julie!"
"Very funny," I said, back in my normal voice. I helped myself to a
sandwich and daintily placed it onto a plate. "Let's see if my dad shares
your view when we go to see him later on."
"You know, I think it would be best if you went alone, Charlie," said
Elaine. "It's bound to be an emotional meeting, when he sees you as
Carolyn for the first time. It might very well be an emotional time for
you, too."
"Mum's right, dad," agreed Julie. "You and grandad need to bond in a way
that neither of you have ever done before. Having mum and me there would
get in the way of that, both for you and for him."
"But we will come with you another day," added Elaine, quickly.
I knew that what they said made perfect sense. When Elaine had first
suggested the scheme I had imagined she would be there with me, as moral
support. I hadn't bargained on having to go through with it on my own.
But the more I thought about it, meeting my dad later today would be an
intense and bizarre moment for each of us. It would probably be for the
best that this first encounter should be a wholly private affair.
And besides, hadn't I already shown Carolyn to the world, or, at any
rate, to Pelworth? Hadn't I taken a step further into the unknown by
entering the Boar's Head pub? Hadn't I been treated as a woman by six
complete strangers, two of them police officers? Hadn't Elaine told me
that if I could handle that, then I could handle anything?
Well I had handled it. So I could surely handle visiting dad on my own,
too.
"Of course," I said. "Come with me next week. And the four of us can have
a girly night in!"
Once the tea had been drunk and the sandwiches eaten, I took the plates
and cups through to the kitchen. The time was still only five o'clock, so
I decided to wash them by hand. "Why don't you use the dishwasher?" asked
Elaine.
"I'm really just killing time," I replied. "There's still an hour and a
half before I need to go out."
"Fair enough," Elaine answered. "Tell you what, I'll let you do the
ironing when you come back. And tomorrow you can vacuum the floors. Oh,
and the beds need changing, too!"
I laughed. "Point taken," I said. "A woman's work is never done, I know.
Perhaps I should do a bit more of the housework."
"You?" asked Elaine. "Or do you mean Carolyn?"
I felt a pang of confusion, and covered it by laughing again. Elaine
wandered back into the living room again. What had I meant? Was I
beginning to derive pleasure from being Carolyn? Was I finding some sort
of inner satisfaction in being able to take on her persona?
I shook my head. Carolyn was temporary. She was an invention, created to
bridge a psychological chasm between a son and his father. In time she
would be gone.
Wouldn't she?
I finished the washing up and returned to the living room. On the TV was
an advert for the Happiest Day magazine wedding fair at the City
Exhibition Centre. The advert was followed by a women's makeover show. I
settled down to watch, and soon found myself exchanging comments on the
programme with Elaine and Julie. I realised, with a start, that I was
doing it in Carolyn's voice.
The makeover show drew to its gorgeous conclusion at 6.30pm. "It's time I
was going," I said, standing and collecting my handbag and flat shoes.
"Wish me luck, girls."
This was the earliest time I had been out of the house so far. The sun
was still fairly high. I felt very conspicuous, and wondered if any of
our neighbours had noticed me. The thought gave me a slight thrill.
I got into the car, and swapped my high heels for the pair of flats. Then
I started the engine and trundled out into the street. My heart beat ever
so slightly faster in my chest as I joined the main road traffic. My
progress across town was slow. Traffic was heavy, and every light seemed
to be on red for ages. I kept expecting to hear shouts of "Look at the
tranny in that car!" But, thankfully, it didn't happen.
Presently I pulled into a space in the Golden Days car park, and switched
off the engine. This was it. The moment that everything had been building
towards had almost arrived. I changed out of my flat shoes and back into
my high heels, then opened the car door and stepped out.
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