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Chapter 4
A couple of weeks later on a Sunday, Katie had the opportunity to spend
the afternoon with me. Katie actually worked out alongside me during my
afternoon workout. She could bench press more than me; leg lift more
than me and last on the treadmill longer than me! It was hard to
comprehend my wife was stronger than me now. I knew I was rehabbing
still but to be the weaker one of the two of us really stunned me. It
showed I still had a lot of time in front of me before I was fully
recovered.
After a quick shower to clean up we went back into my room. I was
wearing a tee shirt, shorts and sneakers so Katie told me to kick off my
sneakers lay on the bed and watch the Saints game. I had been a big fan
since I was a kid. Katie told me she was going to pamper me for the rest
of the day.
Katie grabbed my body lotion, ROSE PETALS from my dresser. I wasn't
partial to the body cream odor but I loved Katies touch. She began to
massage each of my feet then started up my calves. Katie was really
working my calves when I began to feel flushed in my face and my
breasts. My nipples began to grow hard and I could feel my heart beating
faster. Instead of watching the game I caught myself closing my eyes
enjoying what I was feeling. When Katie began massaging behind my left
knee ever so softly is when I felt it! A quiver in my pelvic area. I
couldn't help myself when short puffy breathy mmmaaahh escaped my lips.
Katie looked up at me and asked if I was alright?
I answered her in a voice that I swear must have sounded even an octave
higher, "Yea of course, I feel Ok." I pretended to clear my throat to
try and lower the timbre of my voice so I didn't sound so melodic. I was
hoping Katie did not realize I was actually getting turned on! When she
moved to the back of my right knee with an even softer massage, that was
it. I felt pleasure course throughout my body that I had never felt
before. If I still had my penis I knew it would be at full mast and
dripping. I closed my eyes and began to feel like I was floating. I knew
I was getting wet in my "voided Area" like Dr. Turnbul told me may
happen. I forced myself to reopen my eyes before cooing again only to
look down to see Matt Daniels rubbing my legs!
I shouted, "What the hell!" and kicked my leg up. That is when I
realized I must have fallen asleep. It was only some sort of dream. I
refocused and was wide awake then.
Katie asked if I was having a heart attack! She rang for a nurse just in
case, when everything calmed down, we all just had a good laugh.
Katie told me why not just sit in the bed instead and continue watching
the game. She was looking at me oddly. Did she know I had a dream about
Matt Daniels? No, she couldn't have. I was just jumpy.
"Paul look at your hair, it is a mess!" Katie exclaimed. "It is much
longer than before you know!"
Like I needed reminding right? I answered her irritatingly, "Yea I know.
I can't have it cut remember?".
"Well you have to comb it more or at least brush it much more often. You
should be brushing it out before bed each night, Ok? Here you watch the
game and I will brush it out for you," Katie said.
I just nodded and said ok. I had always liked getting my hair cut. I
liked the way someone else's hands felt on my head as they would do
their work. Or the feel of a razor as they would trim the hair on the
back of my neck. So why not let her have her fun.
I wasn't prepared for how much I would like my hair brushed though. It
seems my body was hypersensitive in a good way to my wife's touch.
After dinner I was exhausted. I told Katie I was going to bed early that
night. She wore me out in the gym. Katie told me she would just quickly
brush my hair again before she left. Katie grabbed the brush and
started. That's all remember until I woke up at 1:30a.m. that fateful
night. I was awakened when I heard some nurses talking loudly in the
hallway. I got out of my bed and was going to give them a piece of my
mind but decided instead to do something that I had purposely avoided
since I realized my breasts had developed into a full C cup.
I shut my room door and walked into my bathroom. I turned on the light I
and completely disrobed. I looked directly into the mirror. My bathroom
wasn't a typical hospital bathroom, it was much more. The mirror was
floor length.
I began to look at myself from the top of my head down to my feet. I
realized Katie who had spent quite a bit of time brushing my hair that
day and had slipped on a pink hair band on me that pushed my hair back.
She probably did that to help keep it out of my eyes as I slept.
I saw how thick, shiny and long it had become. The right side was
hanging over my right shoulder past my breast, the left side behind my
back. I raised my hands and pushed all my hair behind me. It was three
quarters down my back. Then my eyes reverted to looking at my breasts.
Oh my god I thought! They looked huge! It was cool in my room and my
nipples were responding like I had seen my wife's do many times when she
became chilled. I touched both my nipples and it felt so good, sending
waves of pleasure down my body. As I did that I looked at the rest of my
body. It was mine I knew, but still it looked so foreign to me. I looked
down past my tummy to see... nothing. No penis or balls hanging, nothing
not even pubic hair. Just smooth skin running up between my legs. That
is when I had enough. I turned, shut off the light and returned to my
bed.
I laid down and my mind was racing. I closed my eyes hoping to calm down
and fall back asleep. Instead I started thinking about something from
long ago in my past. Something I had never shared with anyone. Only one
other person knew of this but they were dead. I swore I heard my
mother's voice calling to me like she did so many years ago....
"Paul are you up here? Paul answer me young man!" I heard the attic door
open. My mother yelled for me again as she was reaching the top of the
stairs.
My actions of that morning flooded my memory like it had happened today.
What was I thinking! It all started so innocently. I don't know what
came over me that day. An hour and a half before I heard my mother's
voice fatefully calling for me.
I went up into our attic that morning to find my ice skates. It was late
April and my mother had put them away after the winter. My friend Pete
was having his birthday party at our local ice hockey rink in a few
hours and I needed my skates. My parents weren't home and I wanted to
make sure I had the skates ready to go when they got back. I knew my mom
put them up there but where?
I was opening and closing all sorts of boxes when I came across a box
marked "OUR THINGS FOR DONATION". I opened it and saw some of their
shoes and sneakers. I thought it would be cool for me to try on a pair
of my dad's old sneakers. I would be the man of the house soon enough
and wanted to prove it by putting on his sneakers showing him later how
much I had grown. I did and of course they were much too large for me. I
wasn't particularly large for my age, let alone to large enough to fill
his shoes!
For some reason a pair of my mom's shoes caught my eye. They were a pair
of lime colored shiny high-heeled shoes. I wondered if they would fit my
feet? Silly right?
I began to breathe noticeably faster and felt a twinge inside my tummy
after that thought. I always like how my mom looked in her heels but
this is crazy I thought to myself! Then I thought oh why not, they are
just shoes right? I kicked off my dad's sneakers and took my socks off.
I sat on the floor as I measured the back of my mom's shoe to my right
foot. I thought they might just fit so I went ahead and tried them on. I
was right they did fit. I stood up and wobbled a little. I decided to
try and walk around in them. It was tough at first but I got the hang of
it rather quickly. I kept looking for my skates while still wearing my
mom's shoes. I liked the sound I heard when the it the floor as I walked
around on the bare wood of the attic floor. A clicketing noise as I
paced back and forth. I even tried doing a little dance with them on. I
was flirting with disaster but I didn't know it at that time.
There was another pile of boxes in front of a full-length mirror that
caught my eye. My mom may have put my skates in one of those boxes in
front of the I reasoned. Instead of looking in those boxes I moved them
out of the way. I really had wanted to see what I looked like in the
mirror wearing her shoes.
I felt more butterflies in my stomach. I only wanted a fast look. I knew
this was wrong, but I seemed to be in a trance or something as I looked
down at my feet and in their reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a
tee shirt and shorts. I pulled my shorts way up. Then pulled the tee
shirt way down. Putting my legs together tightly made it look like I was
wearing a dress.
My cheeks reddened at that thought and I was about to take off the shoes
when I noticed the writing on a few of the boxes behind the mirror. They
were labeled "MY THINGS FOR DONATION" in my mom's handwriting. I knew
the boxes belonged to my mom and wondered what else might be in them. I
opened each one and found they were filled with her clothes.
It was if someone else had taken over my body. I pulled out some of her
things from the box and felt the material. They were soft and silky
things. There were some very lacy under things. Some bras, matching
panties and some slips. There was a very lacy pink colored body shaper
that I held up to myself. I don't know why but I did like the looks of
it.
I also found a few packages of unopened pantyhose. I was mesmerized by
the packaging showing photos of a beautiful woman sitting naked with her
knees pulled up to her body covering her breasts and wearing only the
hose. Then it really hit me!
A strong urge that started in my loins and went all the way up past my
tummy. I had butterflies like I had never felt before. I wanted to know
what it felt like to wear stockings! What would my feet feel like
wearing stockings and high heels? What would my legs would look like
with stockings on? Why would I care? My breathing became more rapid and
shallower with each passing moment. I contemplated what I was doing
again and again. All I knew was, I wanted to try on some of the other
things as well. I might just go all the way!
I was about to open the package of stockings but had a thought if I were
really a girl I would have to put on panties before my stockings, right?
I didn't really know but thought I was right.
I kicked off the heels I was wearing and took off all my other clothes
as well. Now naked, I reached for one of the pairs of panties. I found
some things that were the same color as the heels. A lime colored panty
with a matching bra. I thought I should put the bra on too to get the
full affect.
I felt that urge again, butterflies in my tummy and wave after wave
after wave of excitement rolled through my body stopping at my loins. It
was overwhelming this time. I also knew I had to tuck it under me to
have the right look. I didn't care what anyone thought about it. I was
going to go all the way! I was going to put on those panties, the bra,
stockings, a full slip and find a matching dress I could wear. Then I
was putting on those heels back on.
I wondered would I look like a girl? I was always getting mocked out
because of my size. I have to admit once in a while I thought I would
have been better off being born a girl. However, I never dwelled on it.
No big deal I thought. Panties are just like my own underwear, just for
girls instead right? As I touched them, I knew they were not like mine.
They were very smooth and silky and very light. I noticed the design on
the soft material in front, lacy looking flowers in the shape of
inverted V. The waistband was decorated with tiny lace roses. My heart
was pounding so hard.
I kept screaming to myself inside my head to stop but I had gone this
far I had to finish the job. I could feel a flushing from my groin up
through my tummy over and over. I was literally shaking as I raised my
leg and began to pull the soft panties up my legs. As I finished, I
think I almost fainted.
Why did I feel this way? Why did they feel so nice to me? Once I was
wearing the panty, I knew I really was finishing the job. I reached for
the bra and felt the material in the cups and loved it. The bra had a
front clasp when snapped together was covered by silky material that
matched the roses on the panty's waist band. I took some of the stored
panties and placed them in the cups to look like I had breasts like my
mom. Then I opened the package of pantyhose. I began to ball up the
silky material up and again lifted my right foot. I gently pulled the
fabric up my foot and half way up my ankle and then repeated with my
left foot. Then ever so slowly I pulled the pantyhose up my legs. When
the material reached my crotch I kind of split my legs and pulled up on
the waistband one last time as to make sure they were all the way up.
I followed with the full slip. I held the slip in front of me. I stepped
through the opening and brought the straps over my shoulders and
straightened it out. The hem was full of lace as was the bodice. The
dress was a nice black cocktail style. I unzipped the back and step into
it. I felt the hem brush up against my calves, and I liked the feeling.
Somehow I managed to zip myself back up and started to walk toward the
mirror again. I loved what I saw in the mirror. I was breathing so fast
now, my mind was racing, I was light headed, why was I doing this? All
the while reaching for the high heels that had started this unexpected
trip. Putting them on again, I practiced walking around in the attic. I
must have looked strange walking back and forth in an attic in women's
clothes.
I looked around some in some more boxes. I found one that was pink with
an opening covered with something like heavy duty plastic wrap. I looked
through the plastic and knew it was my mom's wedding gown in the box. I
knew I should not touch that one but it looked so enticing. Again, I
stripped. I was going to try my mom's wedding dress! I opened the box
and lifted the dress out and found under it a white silk body shaper
along with very sheer pantyhose and white wedding shoes. I slowly put
the shaper on and stuffed the cups. It was tight on my body but so soft.
After I very carefully put on the white hose I found one last thing in
the box, mom's wedding veil. I knew it was time. I held up her gown. Was
I sure? I wasn't sure I could even close the back of it but went for it.
I slowly lowered the gown and stepped into it. Then reaching behind
myself and reaching behind me I managed to zip it up inch by inch. When
I finished, I slipped on her wedding heels! I even put her veil on my
head. I stood before that mirror noticing a slight resemblance to my
mother. I walked around that attic back and forth pretending I was
walking down in the aisle in our church. What would my friends think
seeing me dressed like this I thought? What if Joe could see me though
the attic window? He lived next door and was really my best friend even
though he was 2 and a half years older than me. I didn't care, I was
having fun until I heard ...
"Paul are you up here? Paul answer me young man!" I heard the attic door
open. My mother yelled for me again as she was reaching the top of the
stairs.
At that moment I realized I had lost all track of time. I thought about
jumping out a window, or just running by her, no option seemed out of
the question. I turned to run to the other side of the attic. I was
going directly at the mirror to hide behind it.
" Whose up here?" mom said. Then my mother said in a hushed voice "Oh my
god!"
I froze and turned around slowly, knowing I was caught. My mom was about
to say something when I heard my father's voice calling to my mother.
My world was collapsing before me in mere seconds.
"Honey are you up in the attic, where's Paul?" My father called out
loudly to my mother. He was at the base of the stairs leading to the
second floor of our house.
She was still staring at me dressed in her wedding gown but shouted back
to my dad, " I am up in the attic honey, Paul was looking for .. she
hesitated a moment not knowing what to say
I whispered "Ice skates for Joe's party!".
"Ice skates for Tommy's party" she finished." I mean Joe's party". She
was flustered and it showed.
"Do you want help?" he asked.
For some reason she answered him by saying, "No Paul is up here with me
and we will be right down."
And with that I heard my Dad say "Alright".
My mother sternly in a quiet voice said, " Young Man, take off my things
and put them back in the right boxes! Then meet me in the kitchen. Your
father and I will talk about this when you get downstairs!" she said.
Before she left she reached into a box I hadn't noticed and handed me my
skates. "Here and don't take mine!" she said sarcastically.
I was shaking as she left. I disrobed from my feminine clothing and put
them back in the right boxes. What will my Dad think? Will he think I am
a pansy or something? I was crying as I put my clothes back on. I
started my march down the steps... to my utter doom?..
End of Chapter 4.
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