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It was Saturday morning. I was just about to go out when the doorbell
rang. I opened the door to find my neighbour, Mrs Robinson, standing
there. I was a little surprised to see her. Apart from introducing
myself when I first moved in, we hadn't really made contact since. She
was older than me - maybe forties? She had a god figure - slim waist,
generous hips, shapely bosom, nice legs, pretty face, blue eyes. She
was holding a package. Once I had got over the surprise of seeing her
there, it occurred to me that maybe this was the package I'd been
waiting for, wondering why it had been delayed so long.
"Hello, Dee," she said. "This parcel was delivered, and I'm afraid I
opened it without checking who it was addressed to. It's addressed to
my house number, but I see now that it's addressed to Miss D Willis. I
was about to send it back when I remembered that your surname was
Willis, and I wondered if it might be for someone who lived here with
you." She didn't hand over the package, though. She was clearly waiting
for a response from me.
I froze for several moments, not able to put together a coherent reply.
All sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind. I knew what was in the
package. How could I have given the wrong address? Or was it a mistake
by the supplier? I really wanted to get possession of the items, but I
didn't want to admit that it was me who had ordered them. Not to this
strong female personality standing before me - who obviously knew what
was in the package. When I didn't reply she spoke again. "The parcel
contains a rather nice red dress trimmed with black and a pair of black
patent leather shoes."
A smile played at the side of her mouth. "I guess you'd look good in
them", she said. "But maybe you'll have a problem with the back zip.
Can I come in and help you?" Before I could think what to say she had
already brushed past me. "Oh, this is very nice," she said as she
entered my lounge. "Very neat and tidy. I would say that it had a
feminine touch." As she said this last phrase our eyes met and I felt
myself blushing.
She smiled. "Come on then, get those boy things off." When I didn't
move she added, "Don't worry, I've got a daughter your age." She stood
there, waiting for me to say or do something. Under her powerful gaze I
started to unbutton my shirt. She didn't seem surprised when my open
shirt front revealed that I was wearing a bra. Only an AA cup bra, only
lightly padded. Not noticeable under my shirt. Except to me of course.
It was both comfortable and comforting. The back strap and the shoulder
straps gripped gently but insistently. The almost flat cups kept my
nipples and the area around them warm, especially in cool weather. But
it was also symbolic, of course. I wasn't trying to pretend that I had
a bust. Wearing a bra didn't make me female. But it showed that I
wasn't a real male either.
She smiled sweetly. "And your jeans, dear," she said. As soon as I took
my shoes off she would have noticed that my feet were in nylons, not
socks. I unfastened my jeans and stepped out of them. Now she could see
that all my underwear was feminine. Pink high-waist knickers. A
suspender-belt, white to match my bra. Dark tan stockings on my
hairless legs.
"Very pretty underwear," said Mrs Robinson as she helped me on with the
dress and fastened the back zip. The dress was a close fit above the
waist and looking down I could see that my bra gave me the tiniest hint
of a bust. I slipped my feet into the shoes and was pleased to find
that they were a good fit. They had two and a half inch heels and I was
instantly aware of the change in posture that came with wearing them.
And with the change in posture came a change in the sensation of my
underwear, in the tautness of my suspenders and stocking-tops, and in
the way my knickers fitted my bum.
"Oh yes," said Mrs Robinson. "That dress really suits you. Give me a
twirl." As I turned around I liked the sensation of my skirt flaring
out a little. I was glad it wasn't too short - when standing still it
was about three inches above my knee. "You have good legs and look good
in a dress," said Mrs Robinson. "I do a lot of catalogue shopping and
have quite a few catalogues. Let's go and pick out a few more things
for you." I must have looked rather startled. "Don't worry," she said.
"You'll be fine. It's only next door. Bring your credit card. And your
house keys, of course."
I was rather nervous as I stepped out of my front door and locked it
behind me. Although I often wore female clothes in the privacy of my
home, I had never worn a dress or a skirt outdoors before. I walked up
the front garden and onto the pavement, wondering if any of the other
neighbours were watching from inside their houses. A couple of cars
drove past as I walked the short distance to Mrs Robinson's garden
gate. I didn't look at the cars in case someone recognised me. I
followed my neighbour down her garden path and was quite relieved to
step inside her house.
She led me into her front room. There was a pile of several catalogues
on the table. She pulled a chair out for me and reached one of the
catalogues. "Have a look at this to start with," she said. "I'll be
back in a minute." I thumbed through the catalogue pages. There was a
wide range from formal wear to casual, from coats and scarves to night
wear and underwear, from party clothes to overalls and aprons. Mrs
Robinson came back into the room. "You can have this, dear, "she said.
"I never use it. And it will go with your dress and shoes" She handed
me a shiny black leather handbag. It was just large enough for keys, a
purse and a few essentials like lipstick and a handkerchief. It had a
thin shoulder strap. I thanked her and put my keys and credit card in
it.
She had also brought a measuring tape. "Now just stand up for a moment
while I check your vital statistics," she said. After she had finished
making notes on a pad she said, "Well you haven't exactly got an hour-
glass figure. But there again a lot of girls these days don't. I'm sure
we can find clothes that would suit your shape. And there are all sorts
of foundation garments that could give you a few extra curves if you
like," she chuckled. We spent some time going through some of the
catalogues and picked out a couple of dresses, two night-dresses and
several pairs of knickers. "I can see what sort of knickers you like,"
she giggled. "They're perfect for sissy boys." I felt myself blushing.
She helped me fill in the order forms. "Better make sure the address is
right this time!" she said. "I'll send these off with my next orders.
You should get the items within a week or so."
Just then the doorbell rang and she went out of the room to answer the
door. Moments later she came back in accompanied by a young woman of
about my age. "This is my daughter Ann," she said to me. Turning to
Ann, she added "And this is my next-door neighbour Dee. I discovered
this morning that he likes wearing dresses, so we've just been picking
a few things from the catalogues." "Hello, Dee," said Ann with a smile.
"Do you wear dresses all the time?" I shook my head. "No," said Mrs
Robinson. "When I called round this morning he was wearing a shirt and
jeans. But he had his bra, knickers and stockings on underneath." Ann
gave me a questioning look. "Er, well, I was just about to go out
shopping," I explained. "Well that's fine," said Ann. "I'd just called
to pick up Mum so that we could go to the shops. We can all go
together." "Yes. You'll be quite safe with us to chaperone you!" said
her mother.
So a few moments later, somehow unable to resist my neighbour's
suggestions, I found myself walking down her garden path to Ann's
little car. It only had two doors, so I had to get into the back seat.
I arranged my skirt demurely and remembered to keep my knees together.
It was only a short drive to the parking area at the shopping mall. Ann
held the car door open for me as I clambered out past the front
passenger seat. An awkward manoeuvre when wearing a skirt. Ann giggled
as she watched me. "They're a pretty pink, aren't they?" Her mother
smiled and nodded in agreement. Blushing, I smoothed my skirt down as
she locked the car.
Ann linked her arm in mine as we walked into the shopping mall. "Is
this your first time out in public in a frock?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," I replied. "Well remember to walk like a girl," she said. "You
can't walk like a man anyway when you're wearing high heels, so try and
be dainty. Don't make eye contact with any males. They will be looking
at you and your lovely legs. Just ignore them. And don't ever look
back. Even if they say something as they go past."
We looked in a few shop windows and then went into a large department
store with an extensive section of womenswear. I caught sight of my
reflection in a mirror and realised with a shock that I had not seen
myself in a mirror since I had put the dress on. Mrs Robinson had
whisked me out of my house before I had had a chance to check my
appearance, and then we had left my neighbour's house before I had had
the chance to find a mirror there either. Standing next to Ann in front
of the mirror I could see our reflection. We were both wearing dresses
and both had pretty legs. But Ann had a shapely bust and a feminine
hairstyle. I was a little taller, was flat-chested and, I realised,
looked like what I was. A boy in a dress. Other shoppers would have
seen me and known. Maybe some would have recognised me. Both Mrs
Robinson and her daughter must have known this and had deliberately
brought me to a public place to put me on display as a sissy.
Strangely, although I felt humiliated, it was also erotic, as if I
wanted my sissyness to be flaunted in public. There was a little
tingling sensation in the tip of my cock. I hoped I would not get an
erection.
"Should we get something done with your hair?" asked Ann. "My
hairdresser is almost next door to this store. I'm sure she'd fit you
in without an appointment." So a few minutes later I found myself in a
salon. I was given a gown to put on. It was warm in the salon and I was
glad to be given a cold drink. Soft music was playing. I started to
feel drowsy....
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I awoke to see my reflection in
the mirror. Was it really me? Blonde highlights in my hair, which had
been styled somewhere on the feminine side of unisex. My face had been
expertly made up with luscious red lips and pencil-thin eyebrows. When
I blinked I glimpsed coloured eye-shadow and mascaraed lashes. As the
stylist was helping me off with my gown I noticed that my nails had
also been manicured. " I could do more with your hair if you let it
grow a little longer," she said. I murmured my thanks. Ann and her
mother were waiting for me. They were carrying several shopping bags.
"Oh you do look nice, dear," said Mrs Robinson. " Doesn't he, Ann?"
"Yes he does," replied her daughter. Ann's hand fondled my bottom
through my dress. "Who's a pretty boy then?" she giggled. "All you need
now is some lady lumps in your bra."
Ann drove us back to her mother's house and had another giggle as she
watched me get out of the back seat. "We bought you a few more pairs of
those knickers that you like," she said, handing me a carrier bag. "I
don't want to see the same ones every time I look up your skirt!" I
helped Mrs Robinson carry her shopping into the house as Ann drove off.
"Thank you, Dee," she said. "But we forgot to get your shopping didn't
we?" "Oh, it's all right," I replied. "I only needed a few things from
the supermarket." "Right," she replied. "I need to get some milk as
well. We'll walk down together." I realised that my day out in public
was not yet over. Somehow I just had to fall in with Mrs Robinson's
suggestions.
I need some food to make my evening meal, but Mrs Robinson added a
large tube of depilatory cream to my shopping basket. As we walked
round the supermarket, I saw a couple of other neighbours, but no-one I
knew well. But as we waited in the short queue at the checkout, my
heart started pounding. Julie was on the till. We knew each other quite
well. We had been at school together and had been on a couple of dates
about a year ago. Perhaps she wouldn't recognise me. But then I
realised that I didn't have any cash and would have to pay with my
credit card. Which, of course, had my name on. But she didn't need to
see the name. "Hello Dee," she said as she scanned my purchases.
"Haven't seen you for a time. Why don't we meet up sometime. You know,
just girls together." She winked and I couldn't help smiling. I felt
that little tingling feeling in my cock again.
Vicky
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