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Get Used to It!
by Diana Prescott
Chapter 3
I was up again early that first Monday and everyday thereafter as I had
to help make Uncle Mark's lunch before he left for work. Unlike my
cousins who filled their week by playing baseball and hanging out their
friends I was relegated to more and more lessons. Slowly things were
added to my duties and wardrobe. I was now pretty much housekeeper to
everyone. My day was full of dusting and vacuuming, cooking, dishes, and
even laundry. Not only was I doing the laundry but also folding, ironing
and putting everything away. I hated having to put my cousins clothes
away, especially if they were in their rooms as they teased me, called me
sissy, and even tried to get a peek up my skirt. I also responsible for
hand washing my and Aunt Sharon's delicates and putting them away. Aunt
Sharon even made me sit with her during the afternoon and watch her soap
operas with her. At first I thought how dumb but as it was now the only
television I was allowed to see I quickly became enthralled with them.
Aunt Sharon had added jewelry to my outfits and it took some getting used
to watching my necklace didn't caught in anything. I also found the way
bracelets slid up and my arm as I worked annoying. Those were minor to
the pain the clip on earrings hurt my earlobes. Aunt Sharon had saved all
of my grandmother's jewelry so there was an abundance of earrings to go
with my limited wardrobe. I was even now being introduced to a purse. I
had to have it with me all the time, either carrying it or near when I
was working. Once I had forgotten it downstairs while putting away
laundry. Aunt Sharon was so mad she took me over her knee, pulled up my
skirt and slip and spanked me. I hadn't been spanked since I was maybe 4
or 5 so I was shocked and forgot how much it stung. It did teach me and I
made sure my purse was always within arm's reach from then on.
By now it was Thursday and I was standing at the sink finishing up the
breakfast dishes. I had on the denim mini skirt and a white t-shirt with
a pink flower printed on the front. I glanced down and saw the bump my
padded bra gave me. How did I let this happen to me? Aunt Sharon came in
and told me to finish up quick, we had things to do today. What did we
have to do I asked her and she smiled at me.
"You know its Thursday and what do I normally do on Thursday?" she
smiled.
"You do the grocery shopping for next week," I replied.
"Well that is what I used to do but from now on it is going to be us
doing the grocery shopping," she said.
"But I can't go out looking like this!" I shouted.
"I know," she laughed. "But a quick brush through you hair and some fresh
lipstick and you will look fine Sissy. You know I have been thinking
about that I can't be calling you sissy out there in the real world. If
either of the boys had been a girl I was going to name them Diana Louise
so from now on that is your new name, got it Diana?"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I sighed.
"Good Diana," she smiled. "Now you finish and go freshen up and read one
of your magazines while I get ready."
"Yes Ma-am."
I brushed my hair and reapplied my lipstick and went into the family room
to read my latest magazine. I was so used to doing it I had spun the
chair around and had my back to the television even though it was off.
Aunt Sharon came to get me a few minutes later. She sure looked a lot
more comfortable and cooler in her capri pants and light summer blouse
that I was in my heavy denim skirt and pantyhose. After making me
practice climbing into her minivan so no one got a peek at my mint green
panties while getting in or out.
The first stop was the drug store but she made me wait in the car while
she ran in. She came out with a small package and when I asked what she
got she told me I would find out soon enough. At the grocery store Aunt
Sharon made me push the cart and get everything off the shelves. At least
I remembered to bend at the knees when getting something off a lower
shelf and try to hold my skirt down when getting something off a higher
shelf when I had to reach up and at 5'1" I did a lot of reaching! After
we got home and got everything put away she told me I did fine, I was
becoming a natural. What scared me was she was right I thought as I
curtsied and thanked her. It was then she took 3 bottles from the drug
store bag and set them on the table.
"Sit down Diana," she said as got a glass of water and set it on the
table in front of me. "I know you think what I am doing is punishing you
and maybe in the beginning it was but you have come so far in not even a
week I can see you were born to be a girl."
"But Aunt Sharon ..."
"No buts Diana," she interrupted me. "Look at yourself! You are a cute
15 year old girl. You cross your legs like a girl when you sit, your
nails are polished and pretty, you even have a little cute butt in that
skirt, you are a girl, trust me."
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I sighed knowing she was right.
"Now you need special girly vitamins and these are those," she as she
took pills from each bottle on the table. She put two pink pills and one
of each the blue and white ones in front of me. "Now I am going to trust
you to take these every day and I will know if you don't. They will help
you become more of a girl and we both know that is best for you."
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I sighed as I picked up the pills.
"That is my sweet niece," she smiled as I swallowed the pills with a
drink of water. "It's time for All My Children to come on."
As I sat next to Aunt Sharon on the sofa watching our soaps I couldn't
help but think about what she said. Maybe I really wasn't a boy, maybe I
was a girl. Look at me! I am sitting here in a denim skirt and flowered
t-shirt with my legs crossed just like a girl watching soap operas. My
hair has curls in it and my fingernails and toenails are the same soft
pink as my lipstick and sitting next to me on the sofa is my purse. No 15
year old boy would wear these or have nail polish on or have a purse!
These are all girl things.
By Friday morning I was so used to getting up at 6 I was awake by the
time Aunt Sharon unlocked my bedroom door. I took care of my bodily needs
and did my make up before going to my room to get dressed. Aunt Sharon
had already laid out the full pink skirt and short sleeved lacy white
blouse I had worn on that first day. I got dressed and back to the
bathroom to take the curlers from my hair and brushed it out. It hasn't
even been a week and all of this feels so natural like I have been doing
it all my life.
I went into the kitchen and was making Uncle Mark's lunch when Aunt
Sharon came in. I was a bit surprised as she had on a skirt and blouse
and heels. I hadn't seen her in a skirt since Sunday as she dressed in
slacks or shorts like one would expect from a housewife. When I had asked
her why I wasn't allowed to dress like that she told me maybe someday but
for now I needed to get used to being a girl and how she moves and acts
and skirts reinforced that. After she grabbed a cup of coffee I felt her
come up behind me and lift the back of my skirt.
"Very good Diana," she said. "I see you even have the correct slip on."
"Thank you Aunt Sharon," I smiled as I turned to her and curtsied as I
had been taught.
"You are welcome Diana," she smiled back. "You have learned your lessons
well, I am proud of you."
"Thank you, I had a good teacher," I smiled and curtsied again.
"That is sweet," she blushed. "Diana it is good you have learned your
lessons and manners but you do know girls today don't curtsey in public
nowadays?"
"I didn't think so," I replied. "I don't remember seeing any of them at
my old school do it."
"It is part of the changing society today and when we are out I don't
expect you to do it but here at home I demand it and have no qualms to
take you over my knee and spanking your bottom again," she said. "Do you
understand?"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I said.
By now Uncle Mark had come into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee.
He and Aunt Sharon talked as I started making breakfast for the boys who
would be down soon. Uncle Mark grabbed his lunch and a cup of coffee to
go . He smiled before giving Aunt Sharon a hug and a kiss. I saw out of
the corner of my eye his hands had drifted to her butt and he was rubbing
it. as I heard him whisper to her "Later Baby," as he let go of her
before heading off to work. After breakfast and the kitchen was done and
the kitchen was cleaned up Aunt Sharon smiled at me.
"You are going to make a good housewife Diana for some lucky guy
someday," she said. "Grab you purse and let's get going, we have a busy
day ahead of us."
"What do we have to do today? We did all the grocery shopping yesterday,"
I said as I followed her to the garage.
"You will see my sweet niece," she said.
I started to protest when she pulled into the parking of a beauty salon
and tod me to get out. I said there was no way I was going in there. and
she asked me I wanted a spanking right there. She then said if I was good
here and did as I should she had a treat for me. Reluctantly I grabbed my
purse and got out of the van. I followed her in and as she walked in the
receptionist looked up at her and smiled.
"Hello Mrs. Tyler," she said before looking at me. "This must be your
niece Diana."
"Yes it is Ashley," Aunt Sharon said. "Is Kathy ready for us?"
"Yes she is, go right in," Ashley said.
I followed Aunt Sharon past the counter. The smells in here are
disgusting I thought as we walked. There were 5 chairs and in 4 of them
were women probably Aunt Sharon's ager or older with women in smocks
attending to their hair. What is in store for me now? After Kathy and
Aunt Sharon talked for a minute they turned to me.
"As you can see my tomboy niece needs some help," Aunt Sharon said. "I
think at least now her make up looks pretty good but her hair is just
such a disaster."
"Nothing we can't fix," Kathy smiled as she ran her fingers through my
hair. "It appears to have body so we can hold off on a perm for now but
with a little layering and feathering would help and make it easier to
set in the morning."
"You are the expert Kathy,: Aunt Sharon said.
"What about the length? Leave it or is she going to grow it longer?"
"I think she will look better with it longer. My sister let her cut it a
while ago and she looked terrible, right Diana?" Aunt Sharon said as she
looked at me. I just nodded and blushed. "She has pretty hair but the
color is so plain. What do you think about some highlights?"
"Definitely," Kathy smiled. "Maybe some soft Auburn."
"Worth a try to start," Aunt Sharon smiled. "If it doesn't work we can
always change it."
I sat down in the chair and after covering me with a pink cape Kathy
tilted the chair back and washed my hair. It felt good as her fingers
massaged my scalp working the shampoo through my hair. After she rinsed
it and towel dried it she sat me back up and grabbed her scissors. As
Kathy trimmed my hair she and Aunt Sharon chatted about all sorts of
things, It took maybe 10 minutes but Kathy seemed pleased so she took out
a hand held hair dryer and blew dry my hair. I am done I thought, was I
ever wrong.
Kathy started with her comb separating out very small sections of my hair
and wrapping them in tin foil strips. Next she proceeded to paint these
little sections with a foul smelling almost gooey slime. I had to sit
there with that stench in my hair for 15 minutes before she leaned took
the foil strips out and leaned me back. She washed my hair yet again,
this time conditioning it. Next after another towel drying the curlers
went in. I still hated the feel of how the tightly rolled hair pulled at
my scalp but after almost a week of it every night I was getting used to
it. Finally I was led over to the hair dryer and she slid the bonnet over
my head and I felt the heat as the warm air blew about my head.
"Here is a magazine for you to read," Aunt Sharon said as I was sitting
there. "There is an article on dealing with menstrual cramps you should
probably read, maybe it will help you with your little problem."
I was so embarrassed I could have died! Not only the fact Aunt Sharon had
talked about menstrual cramps but because I was under the dryer with the
sound of the air rushing by my ears she said loud enough for me and
everyone in the beauty salon to hear. Still I knew what she meant by
saying I "should" read it so I found the article and read it. Finally my
hair was dry and back to the styling chair.
Kathy kept the chair turned so my back was to the mirror so I couldn't
see what she had done to me. It did feel good as she took the curlers
out. No matter how often or how long you have curlers in your hair it
feels good to take them out. Kathy fussed with my hair using her brush,
comb, and some sweet flowery smelling hair spray. I thought the hair
spray used Aunt Sharon was too sweet smelling but this was so much so it
almost made me sick to my stomach.
"Kathy you are a genius," Aunt Sharon beamed as Kathy stepped back.. It
is so cute and bouncy. There is no tomboy there anymore, she is all girly
girl now!"
I was scared at what type of freak I was going to see in the mirror as I
felt Kathy start to turn the chair around. What type of curly haired
freak did they turn me into? I am going to look like Little Orphan Annie!
My knees were shaking as I closed my eyes until I felt the chair stop. I
stared into the mirror I couldn't believe the girl staring back at me.
She was not a freak but a cute 15 year old girl! The soft curls cascaded
throughout my hair as it rested on my shoulders, The highlights seemed to
bring my mousy brown hair to life. I could see she had layered my hair
yet it was full of body and life. I shook my head and the loved the feel
of the soft curls as the danced around my head and across my neck.
"I can see by your smile you like your new look Diana," Kathy said.
"Oh my God, I can't believe its me! I look so different, so grown up,
thank you Kathy,"
"You're welcome Honey," she smiled.
Aunt Sharon paid the the bill and slipped Kathy $10 as a tip. Before
leaving she made an appointment for three weeks out to get my highlights
"touched up" as well as her own. Out next stop was McDonald's for lunch
and I fought the urge to order my favorite Big Mac but instead I followed
her lead and ordered a small salad and a Diet Coke. As we were eating
Aunt Sharon told me it was good I was learning to watch my figure. After
all the boys didn't want a fat girl but one with a nice figure. I turned
probably 50 shades of red at the mention of boys.
After lunch we went to the mall and straight into Penney's. It took a few
minutes but soon I was in the dressing room with an armload of dresses. I
tried each of them on under the watchful eye of Aunt Sharon and she
decided on 3 of them for me. Next it was blouses and skirts and there I
got 2 more skirts and 3 blouses. Gave those to the sales clerk to hold
for us while we went back and kept looking. I grabbed a pair of jeans and
held them up for her approval.
"I don't know Diana," she said. There are issues with jeans and the like
I am not sure you realize."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Not here," she said. "Let's pay for what we have so far and take them
out to the van and we can talk there."
"OK." I sighed.
We carried all all the bags out to the van and put them in the back. We
got in and Aunt Sharon started the car before turning to me.
"I know you want shorts and jeans and slacks like all the other girls
wear Diana but you have to remember they are different than you," she
started. "You have things in your panties most girls don't have. With a
skirt or a dress you can wear your pantyhose and with their control tops
there are no problems but girls your age don't wear pantyhose with shorts
or jeans."
"I never thought about that Aunt Sharon," I sighed. "It is just I see you
in your jeans around the house and they seem so much more comfortable and
easier. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry Diana I understand how you feel," she said as she put her
hand on my shoulder. There many be a way for you to wear jeans but it is
not something girls your age normally think or about wear but then again
I doubt many girls your age wear control top pantyhose. If you want to
try jeans I see no reason we can't see how it works for you,"
"Could we please Aunt Sharon?"
"Sure Diana," she smiled and gave my shoulder a squeeze.
We drove across the street to Target. Aunt Sharon led me to the intimate
apparel and soon she had a stretchy beige thing in her hands.
"These are called Spanx," she said as she pulled on the garment to show
me the stretch in them. "They are what the world now calls shapewear.
They are a far cry form the girdles of old days but they are very much
like the control tops your pantyhose has. I am willing to buy you a pair
of jeans if you wear these under them, OK?"
"Oh yes," I beamed. "I promise to wear them if you buy me some jeans,
please/"
"OK my sweet niece but if I do this you have to do something for me," she
smiled.
"Anything."
"OK, first we get the jeans but we have to go back over to the mall so we
can get your ears pierced."
"Do I have to? That is so permanent." I whined.
"Do you like wearing the clip on earrings?" she asked.
"You know I don't, they hurt!"
"Well what is it Diana? Jeans and pierced ears or skirts and dresses for
the rest of your life and clip on earrings?"
"Jeans and pierced ears," I said.
"Thought you would choose that way," she smiled.
It took a minute or so to find the Spanx in the style Aunt Sharon thought
would work in my size. She said not a lot of women who wear these are a
size small. With that in our basket it was over to jeans and soon I had 5
pairs to try on. Aunt Sharon explained that women's jeans came in a lot
more styles than men's and each fit a person's figure differently. I had
to try each on and go out and show them to her for her opinion. We both
decided the mid rise boot cut ones fit me best and my butt even looked
good in them. My God what are you saying! Less than a week ago you were a
boy and now you are talking about your cute butt!
I was shaking like a leaf as we walked back into the mall. Aunt Sharon
went through her story about her tomboy niece and the next thing I was in
the chair and I felt the prick in my earlobe. It only took a second and
it was all over. I figured she would go around to the other side but I
felt her grab my ear and the second prick maybe 1/2" from the first. I
wanted to say something but I sat still as she went to my other ear,
again two piercings. She held up the mirror and I saw the CZ stud and the
small silver ball in each of my ears.
I listened as the girl explained the cleaning procedure and went over the
instructions with me. She handed me the bag with the boxes for my new
earrings as well as the cleansing solution and a bag of cotton balls.
Aunt Sharon paid the girl and we were on our way back to the van.
"You said get my ears pierced but you never said anything about 2 in each
ear," I whined.
"All the young girls have two in each ear Diana, you do want to fit in
now don't you?"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I replied.
"That's my girl," she smiled. "Now because you have been such a good girl
I have one more treat for you."
"What?"
"You will see," she smiled.
Our next stop was DSW, at least I now knew what type of store that was.
When we got in Aunt Sharon looked at some high heels and I just assumed
they were for her until she looked at me and told me to sit on the stool
nearby and slip my shoes off.
"Try these on Diana," she said as she handed me the shoe box with the
bone shade high heels in it. "You have been such a good girl today and
now that you are 15 and becoming a young lady it is time you got some
real high heels."
"Oh my God!" I squealed as I slid the shoes on. "They fit perfectly!"
"There is more than fit to heels Diana," she laughed. "Get up and walk in
them."
I almost fell over when I stood up which drew a chuckle from Aunt Sharon.
My first steps were not much better with my ankles wobbling and I felt
like I was standing on my tip toes in the 4" spike heels. Several women
nearby noticed my clumsiness and smiled at me as Aunt Sharon told them
"Her first pair of heels." They all just chuckled and went back to
whatever they were doing. It took a bit but I was starting to get the
hang of the heels and grew more confident with each step. I turned around
and walked back to where Aunt Sharon was standing.
"Very good Diana," she smiled. "A little more practice and you will be
ready to run a marathon in heels."
I ended up with 3 pairs of heels, the bone ones, red, and black, as well
as a pair of cork soled blue canvas wedges that Aunt Sharon said would be
adorable with my jeans although she said because of the open toes on them
I had better make sure my toenails were properly seen to. We got home and
Aunt Sharon had me put the bone pumps on to get used to them. As we had
gotten late Aunt Sharon ordered pizza for dinner which made my cousins
happy. I even went to my room tonight and redid the polish on my toes.
Hopefully I can get to wear my new jeans soon.
Aunt Sharon came into my room as I was getting my nightgown on and I
thanked her again for all the wonderful clothes and even my new pierced
ears. I wasn't so sure about the pierced ears but it seemed to make her
so happy I knew I had to pretend it to me too. She did ask me how I felt
after an evening in heels and I did admit my legs ached.
"Get used to it sissy," she laughed.
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