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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 8
I got into my car and then just sat there, dazed. My heart was pounding.
My nylon-clad legs were shaking. I was breathing quickly and deeply, my
fake breasts heaving with every breath. I could feel my bra digging into
my chest. Then I began to think furiously about what had just happened.
The whole situation had suddenly taken a dark and rather sinister turn.
I only had myself to blame for the predicament I was now in. Dad had
tried to tell me that he was being forced to dress as a woman by the
other residents of Golden Days, and I hadn't believed him. But now Celia
Wardle had confirmed it. One word from her to Drew, her grandson, and
everyone at work would know I was a transvestite. I'd be a laughing
stock forever.
Elaine had insisted that everyone would understand, once they knew I was
doing it for my dad. That may have been so, but it was a scenario I
didn't want to test for real. The thought of going in to work every
Monday and seeing all the "I know what you did at the weekend"
expressions on people's faces was not one I relished at all.
But neither could I just give up on my dad. Now that I knew he really
was at the mercy of the women at Golden Days, I had to carry on
supporting him. And that meant I would have to keep visiting him dressed
as Carolyn, whilst hoping that I didn't have the bad luck to bump into
Drew Wardle along the way.
Celia Wardle had told me it would be our little secret "for just as long
as necessary". The implication was clear; I was being blackmailed,
purely for the entertainment of a bunch of old ladies with nothing else
to do. Put like that it sounded almost comical.
After sitting for a few minutes I began to feel a little calmer. I
removed my high heels and put on my flat shoes for the drive home. It
was almost midnight when I pulled onto our drive and let myself in
through the front door. Elaine and Julie were still up, waiting for me.
"Well?" asked Elaine. "How'd it go?"
"It was great," I replied, feigning a lightheartedness I didn't feel.
"Dad couldn't believe his eyes at first, of course. But he seemed happy
for me to be there, and that's the main thing. At least he's no longer
ashamed for me to see him dressed as a woman."
"That's wonderful, dad," said Julie. "I'm really pleased it turned out
so well for you both."
"Thanks," I said, kicking off my shoes. "And credit where it's due, I
told dad how much you'd both done to help create this vision of
loveliness!"
I sat down and gave a brief account of the evening, but felt it best not
to mention my disconcerting encounter with Celia Wardle. It had been
Elaine's idea for me to dress up as a woman for my dad, and Julie had
entered into the scheme with a joy she hadn't felt for months. I didn't
want to worry either of them now. Whatever Celia and her friends were up
to, I would keep it to myself for the time being.
The next day Julie was all for having me dress up again, but Elaine came
to my rescue.
"I think dad deserves a rest from being a woman for a few days," she
said.
I agreed. "Don't get me wrong," I said. "I love what you two are able to
do for me, but I'm afraid I'm not planning on spending the whole of
every weekend as Carolyn. I'm doing it for dad, remember!"
Julie laughed. "OK, fair enough," she said. "We'll leave Carolyn in the
wardrobe until next Saturday!"
The three of us spent the Bank Holiday weekend doing nothing in
particular. One of Julie's friends phoned to see if Julie fancied going
to the Happiest Day Magazine Spring Wedding Fair at the City Exhibition
Centre. Julie declined, saying she wasn't in the mood to think about
weddings, marriage or even, come to that, men. She was still hurting
from the breakdown of her own disastrous marriage.
For my part, I was living on tenterhooks waiting for the return to work
on Tuesday. The company I worked for was very small, with only nine
employees. Everyone knew each other reasonably well. I was anxious to
satisfy myself that no one knew about my recently acquired female
persona.
As it turned out, I needn't have worried. Apart from a slightly deeper
than usual frown on the boss's face, everything was as normal. Drew
Wardle didn't seem to be aware of anything untoward regarding Golden
Days, either.
"I went to see my grandma the other day," he told me. He went on to say
that he had told Celia that my dad had just moved in recently, and that
he (Drew) and I worked for the same company. Drew also told me that he
didn't expect to be making another visit anytime soon. "Once every six
months or so is quite enough!" he said.
"Did your grandmother mention my dad at all?" I asked, trying to be
nonchalant.
"Your dad?" Drew said, mildly puzzled. "No, not really. Just that he
seems like a nice bloke. She said he keeps himself to himself, but then
again, he's surrounded by a bunch of gossipy old women, poor bugger!"
I felt a wave of relief. The chance of my bumping into Drew at Golden
Days while dressed as Carolyn had been a major concern. That chance now
appeared to be almost nil, thank god. All I had to do now was stay on
the right side of Celia and her cronies. Whatever that might entail.
It was a slow week at work. The company, an import/export business,
hadn't been faring so well over the last few months. Wilson, the boss,
was particularly grouchy for some unknown reason. Drew, Trevor and
Collette, the younger members of staff, were doing routine housekeeping
tasks to keep themselves busy. The rest of us, Lynda, John, Gary, Arthur
and myself, did what we could to generate what little business there
was. The future of the company didn't look too promising.
Saturday came quickly, despite the slow week at work. In the morning
Julie took herself off to town to do some shopping. She had promised to
be back before four o'clock to supervise my transformation.
"Elaine," I said after Julie had gone out. "You don't suppose she's
buying something else for me, do you?"
"For Carolyn, you mean?" she replied. "I shouldn't be at all surprised.
She quite likes dressing you up, Charlie."
"Dressing me up?" I repeated, smiling. "That makes me sound like a doll!
Well, just so long as she doesn't get too carried away. I'm still
shuddering at the thought of how much Carolyn Ellsbrough is costing."
True to her word, Julie returned shortly before four, laden down with
carrier bags. "Don't worry, dad!" she said, seeing the look of panic on
my face. "This isn't all for you!"
Julie had bought some clothes for herself; a beige dress, a pair of high
heels, a skirt and a couple of tops. "Mum and I decided we'd both wear a
dress for visiting grandad tonight," she told me. "So I treated myself
to a new one for the occasion. First, though, we'd best get you changed.
Come on, dad!"
I'd already showered and shaved all over. Once I had put on my bra,
knickers, girdles, waist cincher and tights, Julie got to work on my
makeup.
"Now," said Julie. "I've left the mirror here this time, so that you can
see what's going on. I want you to pay careful attention."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I'm going to teach you how to apply your own makeup," Julie
replied.
I smiled at this. "To be honest," I said, "I had already thought about
asking you to teach me. But I doubt I'll ever be able to do it half as
well as you can."
"Yes you will, dad," she reassured me. "I won't pretend it's easy, and
there's a lot to remember, so I'll just show you one thing at a time.
You'll get the hang of it with a bit of practice."
Julie showed me how to apply the foundation cream with my fingertips and
a sponge. It certainly wasn't as easy as it looked, but Julie sorted out
my mistakes. Then, talking through the process, Julie altered my
appearance from a forty-eight year old man to a thirty-something woman.
Facially, that is; my balding head rather spoiled the illusion, and I
couldn't wait to get my wig on. Male pattern baldness was an Ellsbrough
family trait. My dad was as bald as a billiard ball.
Julie took care of the rest of the makeup apart from my eyebrows, which
she showed me how to pencil in for myself. "Not too heavy," she advised.
"Just gentle strokes, that's it."
With my face makeup complete, and my wig firmly clamped on my head, I
looked at myself in the dressing table mirror. Carolyn Ellsbrough looked
back at me, and smiled. She closed one eye, displaying smoky eyeshadow
and long, darkened lashes under delicate, well-defined eyebrows. She
turned one sultrily rouged cheek forward, and pouted her sensuous,
crimson painted lips. She tilted her head to one side, so that her hair
brushed against her bare shoulder. Then she sat up straight, and nodded.
"Amazing," I said, in Carolyn's voice. "Absolutely amazing!"
Behind me, Elaine laughed. "I hope I'm not in danger of losing my
husband!" she joked.
I stood, and moved away from the mirror. "Of course not," I replied,
using my own voice again. "I'm just doing this for dad, don't forget."
And, I thought, glancing back at my reflection, increasingly for myself,
too.
"OK, Carolyn," said Elaine. "Julie and I will let you finish getting
dressed. We'll go downstairs and get the tea ready."
"Right," I replied, slipping into Carolyn's voice again. "I shan't be
long."
I opened the wardrobe, selected the red dress and four inch heels, and
put them on. Then, once I had clipped and fastened my earrings,
bracelets and necklace in their various places, I stood before the full
length mirror to check my appearance.
"Hello, Carolyn," I said. "Don't forget your handbag, darling!" I gave
myself a demure smile, picked up my bag and went downstairs.
In the kitchen, Julie and Elaine were busily preparing a light tea. They
saw me come in. "I win!" announced Elaine, gleefully. "You owe me a
fiver, Julie!"
"What's going on?" I asked, bemused.
"Mum bet me five pounds that you'd choose that dress," Julie explained.
"I thought you'd go for the blue one."
"Oh, I see," I said. "Well, I wore the blue one last week. I thought I
ought to wear something different this week."
Julie burst out laughing. "You're thinking more like a real woman every
day, dad! If you're wanting to ring the changes every week, you're going
to need a bigger wardrobe. I feel another shopping trip coming on!"
After we'd eaten, Elaine and Julie went upstairs to change while I
washed the dishes. No sooner had I finished than Julie came back,
holding a bottle of red nail varnish. "I need to do your nails," she
said. "I didn't do them earlier, because I wanted to see what you picked
out to wear."
Julie had swapped her T-shirt and jeans for the beige dress she had
bought earlier. It was very close-fitting, and showed off her figure
very well. When she'd finished my nails, Julie produced one of the
smaller carrier bags she had brought in from her shopping trip. "I got
you a little something," she said, handing me the bag.
I looked inside. "It's perfume," I said. "I hope this wasn't too
expensive."
Julie shook her head. "Not too expensive, no." She took the box from me,
withdrew a small bottle of golden liquid, and sprayed some of the
perfume onto my neck. It smelled gorgeous, and instantly made me feel
even more feminine. "I can't believe we didn't get perfume for you
sooner. It's a must for every woman, after all."
Then Elaine appeared, wearing a sleeveless yellow knee length dress and
high heels. "Mmm! Someone smells exotic!" she said, sniffing the air.
"That would be me," I informed her. "Julie bought me a bottle of
perfume. Would you like to try it?" Elaine and Julie each gave
themselves a spray of my perfume.
"Very nice indeed!" said Elaine, smiling. "Julie, you're spoiling her.
Right, it's time we were heading off."
We left the house and got into the car, with Elaine driving and me in
the front passenger seat. Julie sat in the back, directly behind Elaine.
I glanced around the windows of the nearby houses, and was tingled with
excitement at the thought of being recognised by one of our neighbours.
Half an hour later we pulled in to the Golden Days car park. Our arrival
was enough to set two or three curtains twitching, and I immediately
felt on edge. I didn't want Elaine and Julie to suspect anything might
be amiss, however, so I hid my unease by pointing out a newly planted
flower bed near the main entrance.
As we approached, the door opened and two elderly women came out,
closely followed by none other than Celia Wardle. "Hello, Carolyn," said
Celia, cordially. "How lovely to see you again." She turned to her two
companions. "Alice, Joan, this is Carolyn Ellsbrough. You remember me
telling you about Carolyn, don't you? She comes to visit dear Samantha,
who moved in recently."
Alice and Joan nodded and smiled sweetly. Alice was a very slim,
birdlike lady, with large, thick glasses and blue hair. Joan was a tall,
well-built woman with a round face and arthritic hands. They looked as
though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. I had to remind myself they
were both part of a conspiracy which was forcing my dad to dress up as a
woman. A conspiracy in which I was now also trapped by association.
Celia returned her attention to me. "I see you've brought company,
Carolyn," she said.
"Yes," I replied. "Celia, this is Elaine and Julie." Somehow it didn't
seem appropriate to introduce them as my wife and daughter.
"Hello, my dears," Celia said to them. "Samantha's told me so much about
you. I do think you've done a simply wonderful job with our darling
Carolyn, here. I know that Samantha is extremely grateful for your
support, too."
"Thank you," replied Elaine. "Moving in to Golden Days was a big
upheaval for Sam-- I mean, Samantha. His cross dressing came as quite a
shock to us, but apparently it's surprisingly common for men in his
position."
"Yes, indeed," Celia concurred. "We were all a bit taken aback, too,
when he told us he wanted to dress up as a woman all the time. But now
we regard Samantha as one of the ladies. We think it's a bit of a hoot,
in all honesty!"
Alice and Joan cackled their consent. The image of a coven of witches
immediately sprang into my mind.
Celia's last remarks puzzled me. She had made it sound like my dad's
transvestism was his idea after all. Yet, last week, she had made it
perfectly clear to me that dad was being forced to crossdress by the
women of Golden Days.
Then I realised the truth of the matter. Celia must have deduced that
I'd decided to keep the details of last week's little chat to myself. As
far as Elaine and Julie were concerned, dad's crossdressing really was
his idea. By reinforcing their belief, Celia had now succeeded in making
me not only a victim of the conspiracy but also complicit in it.
By this time the six of us had wandered into the vestibule, where we
found several other residents shuffling about aimlessly. I was aware of
being watched as we slowly crossed towards the corridor.
"Well," said Celia, "we mustn't keep you any longer. Samantha will be
waiting for you. Give her my love, won't you?" And with that, she and
her two companions sauntered off into the community room.
"What a nice old lady," Elaine commented as we reached the door of dad's
flat. "She certainly seems to have her wits about her."
"Yes," I agreed, with concealed ruefulness. "Doesn't she."
Dad-- Samantha-- greeted us affectionately. He was wearing a royal blue
plain cotton dress, thick brown tights and a pair of black kitten heels.
A string of large fake pearl beads hung around his neck, and there were
bangles on his wrists. His makeup has been more skilfully applied, and
his nails had been painted with a coral coloured varnish.
"You look great, Samantha," said Julie, at once. Elaine gave a nod of
agreement.
"Thanks," Samantha replied, happily. "I just want to say how grateful I
am for your kindness and understanding. Not to mention the way you've
chosen to demonstrate your support."
"Charlie's done the hardest part," said Elaine. "All Julie and I did was
give him a helping hand."
"Well," said Samantha, "I would never in a million years have expected
to see my son turn up on my doorstep looking like a woman. And such a
good looking one, at that. Thank you again."
"It's a pleasure," Elaine replied. "I must admit, I was rather surprised
when Charlie agreed to do it in the first place. But I think he's come
to enjoy being a woman more than he cares to admit."
I could feel myself blushing at this, and I was glad of my makeup to
hide the fact.
"It was mum's idea," said Julie. "But I'm having a ball with the whole
thing. I love seeing dad dressed up, and it's brilliant how good he is
at getting into character."
Samantha laughed. "It sounds a bit like you'd be happy to have Carolyn
around all the time," he said.
"I wouldn't mind that at all," said Julie, in sudden earnest. "If that
was what dad wanted, I'd be all for it. Besides, I've had it with men.
You just can't trust the bastards. I'm going to become a lesbian."
There was a stunned silence. Elaine and I looked at each other, agog.
Julie's disaster of a marriage had affected her worse than we'd
realised.
"Oh, shit," Julie said, quietly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blurt it
out like that. I..."
"Julie?" I said, putting one arm around my daughter's trembling
shoulder.
Julie looked at me with moistening eyes. "My marriage to Davey was a
sham from the start," she began. "I've always been attracted to women,
but I never told you because I thought you and mum wouldn't approve, so
I hid it. Marrying Davey was a way of trying to bury my true feelings.
We hardly ever had sex, which made Davey more and more frustrated. Then,
about a year ago I admitted to him that I was a lesbian. He hit the
roof, big time. He threw things, smashed stuff, and started to beat me
up. Finally, just before last Christmas, he brought six of his mates to
the house after a drunken night out. They... they gang-banged me."
Julie collapsed into a flood of tears. We waited for her to calm down,
then listened as she continued her story.
"When I moved back home I was on rock bottom. I vowed never to trust
another man ever again. But I couldn't confide in you about my being a
lesbian, and it started tearing me up inside. Then, when I overheard you
and mum coming up with the whole Carolyn thing, it was like a new lease
of life for me. Like I'd been given a wonder drug or something. I love
you, dad, but all of a sudden the only thing I could think about was
turning you into a woman."
"Wait," I said. "Julie, are you telling me that you feel uncomfortable
when I'm around?"
Julie looked sheepish. "I hate to say this, but... yes. Look, it's not
you as such, dad. When you're Carolyn I feel fine. It's more what you
represent; men in general. When I dress you up, apply your makeup, turn
you into a woman, see you totally transformed, it's like I'm dominating
you, removing your masculinity. It makes me feel safe, in control."
"I understand," I said, flabbergasted. "But I would never hurt you,
Julie. You must know that."
"Of course I do," she answered. "But it's like a sort of phobia. Since
my rape, I just don't feel secure when I'm too close to men. Any men.
Even you, dad. You must have noticed how I've been keeping out of your
way since I moved back in."
"Well...yes."
"Yet now, whenever you're Carolyn, I feel OK. I don't feel afraid of
you--"
"Afraid?"
"Oh, you know what I mean, dad." Julie threw her hands up. "God, I am
so fucking messed up!"
There was another long, awkward silence. I hugged my daughter, the girl
who couldn't bear to be near her father unless he looked like a woman. I
looked across at Elaine. "What do we do now?" I asked.
Elaine looked at Julie, then back to me. "The answer's obvious," she
said, after a moment.
"It is?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Elaine. "Though, at the risk sounding repetitive, you may
not care for it too much." I recognised the twinkle in her eye, and I
knew exactly what she had in mind.
"OK," I sighed deeply, and turned back to my daughter. "Julie, you know
that your mum and I both want to help, so here's what I'll do. I will
dress as Carolyn at home, as much as I reasonably can."
Julie welled up. "Oh, dad!" she cried.
"I'm not saying it'll be all the time, mind," I added. "But I'll do my
best. When I get in from work, you can apply my makeup and I'll dress
and behave as Carolyn. "
"Every evening?" Julie asked.
"As far as possible," I said. "Weekends too. There'll be times when I
just can't, but, as I say, I'll do my best."
"You really are prepared to do that, dad?" Julie asked, brushing away
tears. "You'd become Carolyn-- the full works, makeup, voice, everything--
for me?"
"Yes," I replied, smiling. "But there are two conditions."
"Anything!" replied Julie. "What are they?"
"Well, first," I said, "and don't take this the wrong way, but I think
you need to seek medical help. Counselling, therapy of some sort, to
help you get over this."
"That's fair enough," Julie nodded. "What's the second condition, dad?"
"The second condition," I said, "is that you call me Carolyn."
To be continued...
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