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DOING IT FOR DAD
Chapter 11
When the minibus finally pulled into the Golden Days car park after the
two hour return journey from Scarborough, Elaine was there waiting for
me.
"Aww, that's a shame," muttered Jerry, sounding genuinely disappointed.
"I was going to ask you in for a coffee."
"Another time, perhaps," I replied. The phrase "over my dead body"
sprang to mind.
"Oh, you can count on that, Carolyn, my darling!" responded Jerry, with
an enthusiastically lop-sided grin.
We had sat in almost total silence for most of the way back. Jerry had
insisted on my sitting in the front passenger seat. Behind us, a few of
the elderly passengers had slept through most of the trip, only to be
jolted awake by the car park speed bump. As soon as Jerry brought the
minibus to a halt, I got out and opened the rear doors.
"Thank you, my dear," said Celia Wardle as she climbed down from the
back of the bus. "Did you have a nice day?"
"Lovely," I replied. I had to be careful what I said, for Elaine was
already standing right beside me to assist with the exodus of women.
"I am glad," said Celia. "I know it can't be too much fun for a young
woman like you to go wandering the streets of Scarborough with a bunch
of old dears like us!"
I realised instantly that Celia was ordering me to keep quiet about the
time I'd spent with Jerry. It was an easy order to obey, since I
certainly didn't want Elaine and Julie to learn about the ever-deepening
mess into which I was being drawn.
"Honestly, Celia," I said. "I had a whale of a time. It was nice to see
you all enjoying yourselves, too."
"Oh, yes," said Celia with an approving smile. "We all enjoyed it
immensely. And we think it's so sweet of you, Carolyn, to support
Samantha the way you do. She's finding it so difficult, you know,
fitting in with us all and getting involved in our little activities."
"Well," I said, "I do what I can to help."
Celia turned to Elaine. "Mrs Ellsbrough," she said, "we all think it's
so marvellous of you to be willing to turn your husband into a woman
every week. You've done a wonderful job on him!"
Elaine smiled modestly. She had been taken in completely by Celia's easy
charm. "The idea was mine," she said, "but most of the credit has to go
to our daughter, Julie."
"Oh, I dunno about that," chipped in Jerry. "Surely most of the credit
must go to poor Mr Ellsbrough here. He deserves a medal just for
tramping round Scarbrough for six hours in those heels. Not to mention
putting up with the barmy old bats who live here!"
Elaine laughed. "In any case," she said, "he seems to be enjoying the
experience, high heels and all. He certainly throws himself into being
Carolyn, and he looks forward to his weekly visits here."
"Ah, we all look forward to Carolyn's visits," said Jerry, somehow
managing to brush one hand against my bottom without anyone else
noticing. "You all adore Carolyn, don't you, girls?"
This last remark was addressed to the several women who were now
shuffling towards the Golden Days main door. They turned and nodded
their agreement before disappearing inside.
After politely refusing another offer of coffee with Jerry, Elaine and I
said our goodbyes and went home. Elaine and Julie were naturally curious
to hear details of the trip. It wasn't difficult to invent an account of
a pleasant day strolling around Scarborough, but I felt awful having to
spin the deceit.
I was back at work the next day as plain old Charles Ellsbrough.
Business had picked up a little, but Wilson still looked worried each
time he stepped out of his office.
Drew Wardle regaled the rest of us with rather boastful tales of a
successful weekend on the golf course.
"How's your dad, Charles?" he asked, when the golfing stories had dried
up. "Is he mixing in, yet?"
"He's fine, thanks," I replied. "As a matter of fact he went on a coach
trip yesterday."
"Ah!" exclaimed Drew. "That wouldn't have been to Scarborough, would
it?" I nodded in confirmation. "Yes," Drew continued, "I remember seeing
the notice for it on the board next to the community room. I went to
Scarborough on a stag do a couple of years ago. We found this godawful
little cesspit of a pub, just along from the funicular station. Bloody
dive of a place!"
It had to be the same place that Celia had "recommended" to Jerry and
me. "I'll be sure to give it a miss if I ever go to Scarborough," I
said, earnestly. "Did you tell your grandma about that pub, Drew?"
"Yeah," he said. "Described it to her in detail, and she was horrified!
Not that she'd ever go to a dump like that. Granny's far too genteel!"
Drew illustrated his opinion by holding an imaginary teacup, little
finger daintily raised. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," I said, and let the subject drop. Now I knew how Celia
had known about the pub, not that the knowledge would do me any good. I
couldn't help wondering what other nuggets of information Celia had
squirreled away in her brain, ready to be plucked out and used against
me.
At two o'clock my phone rang. It was my dad. "Charlie," he said. "What
happened between you and Jerry yesterday in Scarborough?"
The office in which I worked was small, and telephone conversations were
rarely private. "Tell you what, dad," I said. "I'll ring you back later.
But don't worry, everything's fine!"
I put the phone down, and then went to ask Wilson if it was OK for me to
leave at four.
"Yeah," he said, frowning. "It's not as though we're busy, more's the
pity. Go whenever you like, Charles."
As soon as it got to four o'clock I closed down my computer and left the
office. Finding a vacant bench in the Old Square, I sat down and tapped
dad's number into my mobile.
"Dad? It's me. I couldn't talk before. Listen, about yesterday; Jerry
took me for a drink, and then we went to see "Some Like It Hot" at the
pictures."
"Is that all that happened, son?" asked dad. He sounded perturbed.
"Why are you asking, dad?" I said. "What's happened?"
"Jerry came to my flat this morning," dad explained. "He said he'd
enjoyed spending time with you in Scarborough, and then..."
"Go on," I said. "And then... what?"
"And then he said to me, "When you see the lovely Carolyn, be sure and
tell her that next time I'll be wanting more from her", and then he
left. Charlie, what really happened? Tell me!"
"Dad," I said. "Nothing happened. But it sounds very much like Jerry's
hoping something will. Look, dad, Jerry's what's called a tranny-
fancier. He likes men who dress up as women. He's latched onto me
because he knows I can't escape. He and Celia Wardle seem to have some
sort of understanding. Though exactly what that understanding entails
I'm not quite sure yet."
I recounted to dad what Jerry had told me about his transvestite
grandfather's residency at Golden Days, and about how Celia had
masterminded the revival of the "joke".
"Incidentally," I said, "just how did Celia persuade you to become
Samantha, dad?"
"It was easy," he said. "She got me drunk, then got me to dress up in
some clothes she'd brought with her. She stuck a wig on my head and put
makeup on my face. She said it was just a bit of fun. But then she took
photos of me on her mobile, and said that if I didn't dress up as a
woman all the time, she'd put the pictures on the internet."
"I see," I said, not sure whether to laugh or cry at the sheer absurdity
of the explanation.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," said dad. "I've been such an idiot, haven't I?"
"What's done's done," I replied. "Look, I doubt Jerry would try anything
on me while Elaine and Julie are around. But you have to promise me that
you'll let me know if he starts being funny with you."
"Funny? What do you mean?"
"Dad, you know perfectly well what I mean."
There was a moment's silence before dad spoke again. "He wouldn't! Not
with me, surely? I'm an old man!"
"You're a man who dresses up as a woman, dad," I said. "That's all that
matters to Jerry. I don't think your age comes into it."
"Oh, thanks a lot!" said dad. "That's comforting to know. Are you still
coming over on Saturday?"
"Of course I am," I said, adding, "At least, Carolyn is. With Elaine and
Julie, naturally."
I ended the call, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply. It was quite
apparent what Jerry wanted from me. I suspected it was only a matter of
time before he took it, too. Whether I liked it or not.
The next few days at work were frustratingly quiet. Most of us were
reduced to sitting at our desks looking desperately for something to do.
"I reckon," said Drew Wardle, "this company's about to go down the
plughole, Charles."
"It's certainly going through a rough patch," I said, "but I'm sure
Wilson'll tell us if it starts looking hopeless."
All the same, things didn't look promising, and Drew's assessment seemed
uncomfortably likely. Wilson still had several good contracts on his
books, however, so nobody was in any imminent danger of losing their
job.
It was a relief to go home at the end of each day. At home I could cast
off the cares of being Charles and step, literally, into the high heeled
shoes of Carolyn. As soon as I gazed into her not-unattractive face in
the mirror, I could feel relaxation coursing through my whole body. It
was better than any massage. The sensation of freedom was marred by the
thought of just one thing.
Jerry.
Or, more specifically, about what he wanted to do to me. I imagined his
grinning face, leering at me lasciviously. I imagined his arms snaking
persistently around my waist, pulling me towards him. I imagined his
hands caressing and squeezing my bottom. I imagined his lips locking
onto mine in a deep, passionate, violent kiss. I imagined closing my
eyes and giving in to the inevitable...
"Are you all right?" said Elaine, snapping me out of the fantasy. A
fantasy I'd had several times in the past few days. "You look miles
away."
It was now Saturday afternoon. In a few hours we'd be setting off for
our weekly visit to Golden Days.
"I'm fine," I replied. I could hardly admit to Elaine that she'd just
interrupted a daydream in which I was being royally screwed by the
Golden Days warden. Instead I said the first thing that came into my
head. "I was just thinking about getting my ears pierced."
"Ooh, yes!" Julie enthused. "There's so much more choice in earrings for
pierced ears. I'll book you an appointment!"
"Hold on!" I cried, just as Julie was grabbing her mobile phone. "Julie,
I only said I was thinking about it. You know that I can't actually do
it."
Julie looked disappointed. "No, I suppose you can't," she agreed. "It'd
be a bit difficult for you to explain at work, wouldn't it? Sorry, I
wasn't thinking." She put away her mobile, and went upstairs. A few
minutes later came the sound of the shower being turned on.
"That was awkward," said Elaine, after a moment. "Julie's self-
confidence has come on a lot since you began dressing as a woman,
Charlie. But dealing with her expectations is a bit like walking on egg
shells. I know you want to keep her happy, but be careful what you agree
to for her."
I smiled. "I'm an ordinary looking bloke, nearly fifty and balding. But
look at me now! I'm wearing a maroon lace dress, tights and four inch
stilettos. I've learned to apply my own makeup, using my own cosmetics,
and I cover my baldness with a shoulder-length brunette wig. Every
Friday I glue on a set of long fingernails, and paint them with nail
polish. I wear jewellery and spray myself with perfume. I speak and
behave like a woman, or at least I try to. I'm Carolyn Ellsbrough for
more than half my waking life, and I'm happy to do it because I'm doing
it for my dad and for my daughter. Apart from the ear piercing I've
agreed to everything Julie's suggested."
"Not quite everything," said Elaine. "Charlie, the other day she asked
me if I thought you'd be OK with taking female hormones."
I stared at her. "I'm... I'm not, am I?"
"No, no, of course you're not. I told her that giving you hormones was a
step too far. She saw sense eventually."
"Well," I said, "thanks for that. I don't really fancy sprouting my own
boobs. Although the thought of not having to shave does have a certain
appeal."
Our conversation was ended by the sound of the shower being turned off.
Once Julie had come back downstairs, I went up to take one myself. This,
of course, meant first removing all my makeup and then afterwards having
my second close shave of the day. Then, after climbing back into my
foundation garments and a clean pair of tights, I reapplied my makeup,
glued on and mascara'd a fresh pair of eyelashes, and sprayed myself
with perfume. With my wig firmly in place, I put my dress, shoes and
jewellery back on, and checked the result in the mirror.
Carolyn Ellsbrough smiled back. There was an unmistakeable twinkle in
her eye.
"My god, but you're gorgeous," she said, silently. "Look at you,
standing there with your hourglass figure and your long, slender legs.
It's no wonder Jerry wants to fuck you, girl. And you might as well
admit it, deep down inside you know you want him to, don't you? And
that's precisely where you do want him, isn't it? Deep down inside! He's
going to have you, sooner or later, one way or the other. Maybe even one
way and the other! There's no point in fighting it, girl, so you may as
well just give in and enjoy the ride. Enjoy being ridden. All you have
to do is lie down, close your eyes, and open your..."
"Carolyn! Tea's ready!"
The sound of Elaine's voice calling from downstairs made me blink with
surprise. My reflection glared back at me, eyes wide, mouth gaping,
breasts heaving. I shook my head to rid it of the daydream, and hurried
down to tea.
Soon it was time to leave for the drive to Golden Days. I freshened my
lipstick and applied another coat of mascara to my lashes.
When we turned into the Golden Days car park, Jerry was milling about
near the main entrance. "Hello, ladies!" he called out to us, cheerily.
"I'll get the door for you."
Jerry opened the main door with his pass code, and stood to one side to
allow us past. Julie went in first, followed by Elaine and then me. As I
walked in, I felt Jerry's hand sliding smoothly onto my waist and then
down to pat my bottom.
"Thank you," I said. "For opening the door."
"My pleasure," came the reply.
I was conscious of Jerry's eyes boring into me as I walked past the
community room and along the corridor towards Samantha's flat.
Samantha greeted us warmly, with cups of tea and custard creams as
usual. Elaine and Julie asked questions about the trip to Scarborough,
and I was relieved that nothing Samantha said contradicted the version
of events I had given.
"Are there any more bus trips planned?" Julie asked.
"Not as far as I know," Samantha replied. "They're talking about going
to see a play at the Imperial Theatre sometime. I suppose I'll get
dragged along to that."
"The Imperial Theatre?" I said, panicking slightly. A day trip to some
distant town was one thing, but a night out in our own busy city was
another entirely.
Elaine sensed my unease, but before she could say anything there was a
knock on the door.
"I'll go," I said. "I wonder who this might be?"
I opened the door, expecting to see Celia or Jerry, but it was neither.
Instead, a frail old lady with knarled hands and unsteady legs stood in
the doorway, supporting herself on a dark wooden walking stick.
"Oh," she said. "Hello again, Carolyn. It is Carolyn, isn't it? You're
the young girl who came with us to Scarborough last week, aren't you?"
"Yes, that was me," I agreed, preparing myself for whatever was about to
come next.
"I'm glad I've caught you. May I come in?" The woman hobbled past me and
sat down with the others. "Hello, Samantha," she said. "How are you
keeping, my dear?"
"I'm all right, thanks," Samantha replied. I could tell he was as wary
as I was of this woman's unexpected arrival. "Would you like a cup of
tea, Ruth?"
"No, thank you," Ruth replied. "The thing is, it's my birthday next
Sunday. I'll be ninety. And I'm going to have a party."
"Oh, that's nice," Elaine said. "Here?"
"Yes," said Ruth. "We're going to have some music, and Jerry's going to
order in food and drinks for everyone. Can you guess how old I'll be?"
"No," Julie said, wisely.
"Ninety," Ruth replied, proudly. "I'll be ninety."
"Goodness!" said Elaine. "You certainly don't look it."
"So I'm going to have a party, for my birthday..." Ruth stopped,
seemingly having lost the thread of what she was going to say. There was
another knock on the door.
"Ah," I said, getting up. "Here come the reinforcements." I opened the
door, and this time was not surprised to see not only Jerry, but also
Celia. They both looked at me with glee.
"Hello, my dear," said Celia. "Is Ruthie here, by any chance?"
"Yes," I replied, pointlessly. "Come in."
Celia swept into the living room and took command. "Hello, Ruthie, dear.
Have you told them about your party?"
Ruth peered at Celia, slightly bewildered. "Oh, yes, my birthday party.
I'll be ninety, you know."
"Yes," said Celia, "we know. Have you told them about your guest
policy?"
"OH! Oh, yes," said Ruth, "I almost forgot. Samantha, everyone who lives
here at Golden Days is invited, of course, along with their sons and
daughters."
I could almost hear the mechanism of the trap being wound up. "Sons and
daughters?" I asked.
"Yes," Ruth said. "I thought it would be a nice idea to invite all our
sons and daughters to my ninetieth birthday party, just to show our
appreciation for what they've done for us."
"I see," I said. "And what about our wives and husbands? Would they be
able to come, too?" I knew the answer to this without having to even
ask.
"Oh, no," said Ruth. "No, I particularly want this party to be a sort of
thank you to all our sons and daughters. I'll be ninety, you know."
"Ruthie's paying for the party herself, you see," Celia confided. "She
can't afford to invite spouses as well, and she won't contemplate anyone
else paying."
"Of course," I said, nodding. "Well, we can't go against Ruthie's
wishes, can we? So, next Sunday it is. What time does it start?"
"Four o'clock," said Jerry. "Until whenever."
"Did you mention the theme of the party, Ruthie?" asked Celia.
"The theme?" said Ruth, mistily. "Oh, yes, the theme! It's a costume
party. It'll be such fun. I'll be ninety, you know."
"Yes," I said. "You mentioned that."
It was Julie who asked the obvious question. "What's the theme of the
party, Ruth?"
Ruth flashed a smile, displaying a mouth full of gleaming false teeth.
"It's Vicars and Tarts," she said, obviously pleased at having
remembered this detail for herself. "Everyone has to come dressed as
either a vicar or a tart, you see."
Julie's eyes lit up. "I can feel a shopping trip coming on again," she
said, gleefully. "I'll make you look absolutely amazing, Carolyn!"
Jerry chuckled. "I'm looking forward to it," he said.
Yes, I thought, I bet you are. "And what will you be coming as, Jerry?"
I asked him.
"Oh, I'll be a vicar, obviously."
I sighed. Celia played her trump card once more, just to make sure I
knew where I stood. "My grandson loves fancy dress parties. It's such a
pity he won't be able to come to this one."
"Yes," I said. "A great pity."
To be continued...
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