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Chapter 1
Chuck and family
He had done all his homework, and now he wanted to be alone.
He headed for the shack at the end of his parents' garden. That part of
their property ended close to an enormous swamp. So everything here grew
wild, very few people wanted to go there - but Chuck Davidson loved it.
He was surprised that the swamp was devoid of mosquitoes and other vermin
- at least around here.
It was quiet here. He did not consider himself a loner - but after a full
day of noise, company and demands he wanted solitude.
The shack was perfect for that. It was small - somewhat like eight to ten
yards square, but it was fully furnished - for his needs. The table was
almost useless. The other furniture was not much better, but he did not
care. The only thing that was up to standard was the electricity. He had
changed the lamp and the bulb almost a year ago.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Then he started reading a
novel.
He had started smoking a week ago.
Suddenly the door was opened.
"So this is your hideout?"
"Right." Chuck had the impulse to hide the cigarette. But he did not. She
had already seen it - so why even try?
"Smoking?"
"Trying it out." He showed her the pack. "I bought this - maybe ten days
ago. When it's gone - I'll stop."
"Promise? It's not good for your health."
"I know. And I promise. I HAD been thinking about dropping the rest of the
pack into the bin.
In reality I don't like it. I just had to try it out."
She decided not to pressure him about that issue - since he sounded
sensible. "So what are you doing here?"
"Reading, relaxing, thinking. Sometimes I come down here to do my
homework, if it requires concentration."
She looked at the lamp. "Do you have electricity here?"
"Didn't you know? It's your house."
"I've never been inside this shack before."
They talked for some time.
"What are you reading?"
"Tom Clancy - Red Rabbit. Do you know it?"
"I haven't read it. I know that it's one of Daddy's favorites. It's old -
isn't it?"
"Yes. But I like it as well."
"You don't have a bookcase." She looked around.
"I did think about buying an old one - second-hand. But I suppose that the
books would not like to stay in here. It's much too damp to store books
here for a long time. I'll read the Rabbit - then take it back to the
house. School books spend the nights in the house."
"Do you clean the shack yourself?"
He blushed. Fortunately it was too dark in here for her to notice. "Yes. I
do it every week. Takes an hour or so."
"Has Donna been in here as well?"
"Not to my knowledge. Probably too dark."
"What about Helen?"
Chuck was surprised. "Helen has left home - so why should she be
trespassing here?"
"Your property, eh?" His mother smiled.
After a quarter or so, his mother left - leaving him with his book - and a
sigh of relief. Fortunately his mother had not opened the chest of
drawers. He would have been hard pressed to explain the two panties that
he kept there.
When he cleaned the shack he was wearing panties - and nothing else. He
was sure that mom would freak out if she knew.
Somebody knocked on the door. Oh, hell. Couldn't he have some private
time?
"Come in."
Donna stuck her head in. "Do I disturb?"
"You do. But come in anyway."
She smiled and came inside. "Mom told me that you used this as a hideout.
She wanted me to stay away. I told her that I'd go down here to have a
chat. After that - I promise to stay away."
"Cross your heart?"
"And hope to stay alive." They laughed. They had always been close. In
reality they had stuck together - not opposed to their big sister - as
such. But Helen had always seemed mature to them - unapproachable.
"It's kind of dark in here."
"Yep. The only light is that - the one and only window and this lamp."
"You should clean the window. It's dirty."
"You are right. I'll do it next time."
"Do you clean it all by yourself?"
"Who would help me? Are you volunteering?"
"In your dreams. Helen has already asked me if I wanted to help clean up
her place - meaning that I'd have to do it all."
"That's one big place to clean." He knew the apartment. The whole family
had helped Helen move.
"Right. I wouldn't mind - but as you said - it's one big place. It would
take me hours."
She looked around.
"Not very well furnished. One of everything - except you don't have a
bed."
"I have never thought about sleeping here. I MIGHT do it - but what would
be the point?"
"I agree. And the room is a bit small. "She fingered the table, the chair
and OMG the chest of drawers.
She even opened the top drawer.
Chuck had hoped that she would be satisfied with that - but he was out of
luck.
"What? Panties. Two of them." She had a closer look. "They are not mine -
and probably not mom's or Helen's.
Did you find them here?" She looked up at him - then down again. "No. That
couldn't be. In that case they would be filled with crawlies and spider
webs. They have been washed recently. So Sherlock Holmes would deduce that
they are yours."
"Guilty as charged." He smiled.
She shook her head. "Why?"
"When I clean the place, I place all of my clothes outside and put on one
of them. Then I'd not dirty any of my proper clothes."
She said no more. He hoped that he had presented her with a plausible
explanation.
The next day at dinner Donna asked him if she could visit him later.
"Sure. Any particular reason?"
"Just to talk."
"Hi, Chuck. Do I disturb?"
"Not today." He smiled as she entered.
"I've been on the Net several times since yesterday. I have read at least
ten articles about transvestism.
I think that I know enough to ask you some questions. We have several
options. One - you can tell me to mind my own business. Two - we could
talk superficially, and I'd be satisfied that I'd know my brother a little
bit better. Three - we could really talk, and maybe I could help you."
"Help me - how?"
"You see - one of the articles mentioned that cross dressers - not all,
but many - are afraid of being found out.
Strangely enough they are also excited - they seem to WANT to be found
out. I find that difficult to understand.
Anyway.
I don't KNOW if you are a cross dresser. I don't really want to know. But
- as I said - I want to know my brother better."
He had to think it through.
"It's true. I AM a cross dresser. I AM scared that anybody finds out. But
at the same time the thought excites me."
"I still find it hard to understand. I know your secret. I have found you
out. Does that excite you as well?"
"No. I don't know why. I must think about it."
"All right, Chuck. But you didn't really answer me before. What option
would you like?"
"Uh. You are one of the few people I can trust."
"Mom, dad, Helen?"
"Mom would freak and close her ears to anything about this. Dad would just
say: 'Pull yourself together'.
He could never understand anything like that. Helen wouldn't care one way
or the other. In reality she has never been a big sister to me."
Donna reflected. "She has always been remote. That's true. As for the
reactions of our parents - I agree.
You wouldn't get any help from them."
"So I have to choose between options two and three."
"Look, Chuck. If you choose option three - you must realize that I would
never be a part of your play.
I might be able to help you - but if you get excited around me, I want you
to tell me straight away.
I wouldn't want that. Promise?"
"I promise." He smiled. "Actually - one of my stories is about a boy who
is bullied by his sister to dress like a school girl."
She looked him in the eye. "If you want anything like that - you'd better
find some new sister."
She considered the situation.
"You have collected stories? Would you be willing to let me read them?"
"Yes, Donna. And I HAVE decided. I want option three. I want to tell you
all about it. You are not much older than me, but your point of view might
help me, after all."
"All right. Email your stories to me, and I'll read them. Then we'll talk.
But if you want option three - I need you to answer me some questions
right here and now."
"Ask away."
"Imagine that you are dressed as a bride. Who's the groom?"
"Uh." He considered. What would he want? A man or a woman? "A woman."
"How tall? What does she wear? Describe her."
"Almost as tall as me. Slender - with a nice curvy figure. She's wearing a
suit. Her shoes are platforms so that she seems taller than me. She's very
pretty, but her hair is cut like a man's."
"All right. Do you like to be tied up?"
"I don't know. I've never thought much about that."
"Do you like to be forced to do something? How about punishment?"
"Both would excite me."
"I see. You like to wear panties when you clean the shack. How would you
like to be fully dressed as a maid and clean an apartment?"
She did not need his answer. She could SEE the result.
"I can't help you with the enforcement - or with the punishment. Or rather
- I don't want to have anything to do with that. BUT - why don't we both
accept Helen's offer? We'd go there every Wednesday evening when she's
out. You could be dressed as a proper maid. We spend three hours - clean
her place - collect our pay - then return here."
"That sounds promising. So I'd have to change - twice."
"So what? How much time would that take?"
"That depends on how much I change."
"What on Earth are you talking about?"
"All right. Let me tell you what I'd like to wear."
She looked strangely at him. "Go ahead."
"First of all - a corset. A really tight corset with garters. Stockings."
Donna rolled her eyes but said nothing. "Panties, a full slip, the maid
uniform, female shoes."
"I have seen sissy maid uniforms on the Net. Are you talking about
something like that? A French maid?"
"No. I have seen them - they wouldn't do. I'd prefer a simple black dress.
A large and frilly apron - and a cap would make out the finishing touches.
And the shoes should be comfortable to walk in - not high heels."
"I agree completely. But I see what you mean as to changing. Most of the
things would take little time to change into or out of - but the corset
and the stockings might slow you down."
"So I should go there - dressed in all of my underwear?"
"That's up to you."
"Let's see. Complete change. I carry everything. The corset may not weigh
that much - but it does weigh something. Stockings, panties, slip would
weigh almost nothing. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes to do the change.
I must do it twice.
If I go in my underwear, I'll have to change trousers, shoes, and sweater.
Maybe five minutes to change."
"So what do you choose?"
"Hey, wait a minute. I haven't said I'd do it."
"You don't fool me one instant, little SISTER. You WANT to." She smiled.
He nodded. "You are right. One of the only catches is - maybe the apron
would not weigh that much, but it would be bulky."
"It could be folded without problems."
"Yes. But I want to FEEL pretty. I want a smooth apron."
"All right. I'll tell Helen that we'll buy two aprons and just let them
stay in her apartment. I'll ask her to wash them every week. When we go
there, you'll have to iron them first. How would you feel about that?"
"Oh, could I? You have a deal."
"Wait a minute. What if Helen or her boyfriend walks in the door -
unexpectedly?"
"Helen would just ignore me. I suppose that we could make her keep it
quiet. Her boyfriend? That's quite a different story."
"He might want to kiss you."
Chuck made grimaces. "Don't tease me. Please don't. I like girls. I don't
like guys. Not like that, anyway."
End (for now)
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