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I awoke quite early to the rain rattling on the window pane. At first I was confused by where I was, then the nightmare of yesterday flooded back. I shuddered, I couldn't go through that again, today I would have to put my plans in motion, it seemed to be the only way I could get out this terrible situation. I would have to run and hide even if it was temporary, I just had to break this slow descent to the hell he was dragging me into. I showered, gently soaping my breasts, my nipples were sore and enlarged after last night. In fact, even though I thought I was crazy to think it, I was sure that my breasts really seemed to have grown. It was impossible, surely not. For the first time I really examined them, I must be imagining it, but they did appear to be fuller and heavier. I snorted to myself, bloody fool, pull yourself together, I really had to snap out of all of this. I dried myself and went back into my own bedroom in search of my clothes. The panties and the blouse from the previous day had gone into the wash, I was in the habit of changing my underwear daily anyway, so I started by rummaging through my pants drawer. Or was it my panties drawer now, the thought brought a stupid tingle, after all there was nothing remotely masculine in there anymore. I chose black and white patterned viscous pair, which were soft, smooth and stretchy. They clung to me as I put them on and without thinking I tucked my somewhat shrunken and still numb little penis down as I pulled them up. I glanced at myself in the mirror, something made me think of stockings and suspenders, but I forced that thought to the back of my mind. Instead, I started to rummage through the tops in my wardrobe. Today, in my resolution to break free of this sissy nightmare, I had decided that I would wear something with thicker material. I had to hide my maddening breasts somehow, which meant a tee shirt, but mine were all gone, replaced by this feminine assortment. I looked through them, rejecting them as I went along, low scooped necks, crop tops, strappy tops until I came to something that looked like it might just do the trick. It looked like a perfectly normal tee shirt, it had a normal round neck, short sleeves, it was full length and it was white. Ticked all the boxes, I took it out of the wardrobe, the only problem was that it appeared to be made from some sort of poly viscous material, but you can't win them all. I pulled it on over my head, it was a bit tight, but like my panties, stretchy. It felt odd, clingy, I looked in the mirror and froze. Clingy and tight weren't the words for it, it showed up every single curve of my breasts and completely enhancing my nipples, now fully erect at the feel and the sight of them through the material. I stifled a little gasp, unable to stop myself from slipping my hands up over them. It took a few moments to control myself, there was no doubt these dam breasts were tearing me apart. Grunting to be tough, I quickly pulled on the full zipped black fleece to hide their distraction, then went in search of my pink trousers. I finally found them downstairs soaking wet in the washing machine, I could have screamed, he'd screwed me again. I began a crazed search of my house, surely there was a pair of men's trousers here somewhere. Time eventually beat me and with my options drastically reduced, I resolved to wear the black slacks that were still in my wardrobe where I had left them on Monday. Slacks! Why call them slacks? That was the last thing they were, they were narrow legged and close fitting, some bloody slacks, the only good thing was they were black and not terribly noticeable. I tried to appease myself by remembering, at least my waterproofs would hide all this dam sissy stuff. I found some sort of thick shakes in my fridge, there was a row of plastic bottles which he must have put there. I took one for my breakfast, without thinking, at least it would keep me going. It was still raining which gave me a good reason to wear my waterproofs. I headed into the hallway to get them and froze to a halt, they weren't there, but in their place was a full-length see through plastic mac. I had no search time left, I'd already wasted ages looking for a pair of trousers, reluctantly I took the plastic mac. it was made from a thick plastic, it had a strong smell, it had a hood and it was completely transparent. It had a black binding around the edges, with black poppers and the cut was a completely feminine A line. I opened the front door and looked out at the rain, then reluctantly put the mac on with a resolve to run to my van. The mac was more than distracting, as far as hiding my clothes was concerned it was the opposite, it almost highlighted what I was wearing. I shuddered, then took a deep breath, slammed the front door and ran, heading off to my van and work. The morning went better than I expected, I managed to do most of the problems remotely and the one customer that I had to go to was an older lady who called me love and treated me peculiarly. As I ate a meagre lunch, I rang my boss and asked him about taking leave and also enquired about transfers. The leave seemed to be no problem, though I would have to sign the form some time. He was surprised about the transfer thing and did his best to talk me out of it. In the end he said he would look into it, but he wasn't happy about it and advised me to think again before I pursued the matter officially. To appease him I reluctantly agreed that I would consider things first and left it at that. The afternoon was more of a challenge, I felt tired and to be honest my breasts now appeared to be moving about continually as I worked and even just when I moved, which was very disconcerting. And if that wasn't bad enough, each movement of them made my yearning nipples rub against the material of my tee shirt which was seriously distracting. As a result work was slow, my focus drifting continually. It was late- afternoon that I suddenly received a message from him. Up until now he had never contacted me when I was at work. "What are you wearing today girl? Show me." I was shocked and looked around myself, I knew that I was in the exchange building on my own, but I still felt extremely nervous. I almost tiptoed into the washroom where I knew there was a mirror. It gave a partial view of me. I took the picture and sent it to him, a pang of nervous humiliation mixed with the dread of blackmail as I did so. Thinking about it after, I should have said that I was with a customer, or too busy, or even not answered him in the first place, but my head was all over the place and just seeing his messages made me descend into a depth of submissive fear. "Take that fleece off and take another, quick about it." With a banging heart I popped out of the washroom and peered outside of the front door of the building, there was no one about, in truth there never usually was in this remote building. I closed the door, then went back into the washroom taking off my fleece as I went. I looked at myself in the mirror, the material of the tee shirt was clinging to me, clearly showing the shape of my breasts beneath it. My nipples, erect and quite obvious, were visibly poking through the material. Trembling I decided to take the picture and send it to him as quickly as possible so that I could just get it over and done with. I wanted to turn my back on the whole dam humiliating day. "Good, now take your tee shirt and slacks off and put your new raincoat on, then take another picture." I looked in horror at his message, I couldn't do that, not here. I was trembling all over thinking about it, but even so I went to the front door and looked around again, all was still silent, so I hurried across to my van. I took out the crinkly plastic mac and hurried back inside the building. I couldn't do this, shouldn't do this. I went back into the washroom and quivering all over, I couldn't stop myself. I took off my slacks, nervously listening for every sound outside as I did. I folded them neatly to one side then foolishly, I took my tee shirt off too. My breasts swung free as I did so their size becoming even more apparent, their weight making me straighten in response, balancing against their pull. Hurrying and terrified that I could hear sounds outside, I put the plastic mac on. The immediate inner feeling of seeing myself through the clear plastic making me whimper and that was without the sensations of the touch of the plastic against my body, the ecstatic thrill as it touched, clinging to my nipples, hardening them even more, it was terrible, terrible, wonderful. I was almost squirming as I looked in the mirror, all I was wearing under the mac was the virtually translucent pair of black panties. Seeing myself it was almost like looking in a window, a clinging slightly blurred, yet revealing window. The brown stain colouring my skin was clearly showing and worse still it highlighted the white of my breasts which shone through the plastic like a beacon, completely noticeable to everyone who might see me. I took the picture in complete humiliation and then just stupidly stood there, waiting, shaking with emotion, on edge, my ears listening for anything that moved outside. "That's better, now go out to your van and take another picture of you beside it." My heart was pounding like a hammer, yet my stupid little penis was tingling madly between my thighs. I tiptoed out through the door, then rushed to the van, quickly taking a selfie as best as I could when I got there. The van in the background, my location in the small carpark, obvious. The reply was almost immediate this time "Blow me a kiss in the next picture girl and don't make me wait so long this time." I was near hysteria, looking around, almost expecting someone to turn up at any second, trembling all over, I was terrified someone would come. I took the picture in a hurry, not thinking, my lips stupidly pursed in a kiss. Again, his response was almost immediate. "That's much better, now drive home like that, take another picture when you're sitting in your van and another as soon as you arrive home and just in case you're thinking about cheating, you know what will happen if there is any disobedience. Now send the picture and quick about it." I gasped, a pulse of horrified humiliation going through me, I rushed back over to the building, hurriedly locking the door, before dashing back to the relative security of my van. I sat for a few seconds struggling to calm myself, then took the quick picture and drove off as quickly as I could. It was a nightmare journey; it took about three quarters of an hour and every minute I was aware of the fact that I was showing off my near nudity to the world. Every second I was prepared to try and cover myself up, but the thing that was really awful was the terrible erotic distraction of the continual clinging, pulling, rubbing of the plastic on my nipples. I just dare not look down at them! I finally got home, it was early, It hadn't occurred to me that I'd left work early, there could be questions why, but I was just too thankful that I was out of sight, safe in my own home. I took the picture as I knew I had to, standing in front of the hall mirror and it went to him immediately. "About time too, put on your stockings and suspenders and put on some of Mummy's lovely bright red lipstick and make sure that you keep your pretty mac on then show me." When would he stop all this, I was living a nightmare, his blackmail turning my mind inside out. I went upstairs knowing what the stockings and suspenders would do to me, trying my best to keep myself from descending into a quivering mess again. It didn't work, the stockings and suspenders were making my heart pound once more, turning me to jelly and making my little penis buzz stupidly. I looked in the mirror, I looked like something you'd see in a porn magazine, it was making me quiver all over, yet I still took the picture unable to stop myself from sending it to him. "What a sexy slut you are, dressing like a whore for your men. Make sure you look pretty for tomorrow too and remember to behave and do what you're told. You'd better send me another slutty picture before you go to bed, you know I'll be waiting for it." I gasped, the mac was driving my erect nipples insane and I was struggling to balance my emotions. It had all wound me up so much that for some terrible reason I was desperate to play with myself, yet somehow, I knew that if I did, then that would be the end of me. I shook myself and undressed as quickly as I could, yet leaving those maddening clothes available, knowing I would have to wear them for him again a little later. I showered then, keeping the shower cool fighting hard to pull myself together and finally turning it to freezing in an attempt to get my head straight. The rest of the evening I spent in my old dressing gown, searching for something, anything, that would make me look less like a sissy the next day. I was lucky, having looked in the garage and the attic, I finally found some things in the back of the airing cupboard, behind the hot water tank. There, under some bedding, was a set of old brown overalls. They might have been my father's, I tried them on roughly, they were very loose on me, but at least they would serve to cover me up a bit. As you might imagine, that evening I was in a state, what he had put me through that day and the fear of the impending horror of tomorrow, had me on edge. I was unable to think straight, unable to calm myself, unable to settle to watch the TV or read a book even. I put the washing into the machine, then found myself in my garage. I began tinkering around tidying things, any sort of distraction to ease my fearful struggles. I found some remaining bags of clothing, things I had cleared from my parent's room and had bagged, but not yet finished taking to a charity shop. They gave me a faint hope, perhaps there were still some of my father's clothes there. I opened them one by one, looking to see what was in them, but to my disgust these bags were my mother's, they were clothes that I had taken out from her wardrobe. I pulled the odd dress out, hoping to find a pair of father's trousers perhaps, but no. Instead, I found myself foolishly holding the dresses up in front of me, what the hell had got into me? I tried to pull myself back together again, but in the end, idiotically, I actually slipped out of my old dressing gown and began trying them on, one was of a red floral design, thin and light, clingy and mid-thigh length, it felt stupidly sexy. I was going crazy. I went back into the kitchen, still wearing it and carrying my dressing gown. I made myself a cup of tea. Such a British tradition, if all else fails have a cup of tea and it'll make you feel better. It didn't really, but it helped calm my nerves as I sat there, touching myself in her sexy dress, at the kitchen table. I must have phased out in a dream because I was brought back to earth by the ping of a message on my phone. I looked at it "Where's my picture slut?" Goodness that was the time, it sent me into a fearful rush, a terrible dash. I rushed upstairs and changed into the horrible evil mind numbing sexy, sexy, oh so sexy things and standing there. What had he said? A slut a whore. My little penis was buzzing madly again, my mind feeding on the erotic image in the mirror. The picture taken and sent. "What took you so long girl, I hope you are behaving." Still quivering, looking in the mirror, erotic sissy feelings buzzing in my head I gave a one word answer. "Yes." "Yes what girl? I hated him, I really hated him, but I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until he got what he wanted. I closed my eyes a second then taking a deep breath I sent the message. "Yes Daddy." "Look in the mirror and tell me you love me girl." I looked in the mirror, looked at the slut there in her teasing see through mac. My heartbeat increased stupidly. "I love you." I typed it reluctantly, yet too quickly. "I love you what girl?" What was he doing to me, my little penis was buzzing and I couldn't stop myself looking in the mirror. "I love you Daddy." The words caused a twisted confusion inside me. I didn't love him at all, I hated him, I hated him, but writing those words was making my little penis tingle insanely. "Keep looking in the mirror and say it again girl." It was almost as if he was watching me and I whimpered foolishly, irrationally wanting to touch myself. "I love you Daddy." "Keep looking and tell me again girl." I couldn't stop my fingers from straying down beneath the clear pvc, I pushed gently on my pubis, my little penis back between my legs, moving between skin and nylon, making me gasp. "I love you Daddy." "Yes you do, you little slut, now put on your nightie and get into bed. Before you turn the light out message me again. Tell me you love me and repeat it six times before you go to sleep." I was almost panting, it was crazy, how could I have let him work me up like that, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I hated him, wanted to hate him, why couldn't I just stop him. I left my panties on, but put on a clean nightie, this one was floral and peach and made from some sort of satin feeling material which made me shiver. Getting in to bed I cuddled down, then picked up my phone again. I looked at the previous messages, looked at the pictures I had taken and sent to him, my hand once again straying down between my legs. I was losing my mind. "I love you Daddy. I love you Daddy. I love you Daddy. I was rubbing myself as I wrote. It was making me squirm, my heart rate rush. I, oh god, I love you Daddy Ohhh daddy, ohh god I love you Daddy. My stupidly flacid little penis was wetting my panties and buzzing madly. Oh Daddy, Ohh daddy, Ohhhhh Daddy, ohhh god I love you, I love you Daddy. Ohhh ohhhg Dadday Daddyi ooo, I loveee you, I looove you." I dropped my phone squirming and wriggling as I foolishly played with myself, totally unaware of how idiotic I was being, how I was just playing into his hands. The climax refusing to come, even though I was still madly aroused, I suddenly felt terribly tired and in the end I gave in to it, calming myself as much as I could and turning the light off. I didn't think that I would ever manage to sleep, but curiously the tiredness possessed me totally and I slept heavily. I awoke fairly early the next morning, I was confusingly refreshed and reasonably light hearted. The sun was shining, it was warm and the birds were singing, it was a beautiful morning. I got up and went downstairs just in the nightie and panties, a nice cup of tea, I always started the day with a cup of tea. I opened the back door as the kettle boiled, it was already quite hot outside and I decided it would be an ideal time to put my clothes out on the clothesline. It made me feel quite naughty, hanging out the clothes whilst I was dressed like that, the gentle breeze fluttering my nightie and giving little glimpses of my panties as I stretched to peg the things on the line. I felt odd as I hung out all the female clothes, the row of pastel panties making my heart flutter, the nighties and the blouses teasingly translucent in their wetness and the pink trousers that I'd been wanting to dry so badly. I went back in to get my tea then looked out at the clothes gently moving about. Thank god no one could see them, I only had neighbours on one side and their house was closer to the road than mine, they could only see my back garden from their garden. I grinned to myself, what would they think? They were an old couple, sister and brother, quite pleasant, they always made a point of talking when they saw me, I usually had to make some sort of excuse to get away from them, but in general I had managed to keep myself to myself. Thinking about that, wondering what they would say was a silly distraction, it was that sort of day, nature all around me easing my thoughts, making me relax. Nagging in the back of my mind, however, was the fear of going to the stores and seeing Mr. Hughes again. Never mind, at least I had those overalls this time. I went up and had my shower then, a cool one again, I didn't want to set anything off! Dressing, a clean pair of panties, a blouse this time, no bloody tee shirt that enhanced my breasts like that again. I went to pick up the slacks then, they weren't over the chair, where I usually put my clothes. Thoughtful, I went into Mum's bedroom, the pvc mac was there on the bed with the stockings and suspenders, the sight making my heart beat louder, I tore my eyes from them and looked around the room, but no slacks. I racked my brain, I must have left them in the hall when I had come in yesterday afternoon. I almost flew down the stairs. Nothing, no slacks and no tee shirt from yesterday. I looked all downstairs nevertheless, nothing. I stood there in panties and blouse, thinking until it suddenly dawned on me, to my horror, I had left them in the exchange building when I had dashed home. I could have screamed, in a state, I ran back to my bedroom and started hunting for another pair of trousers, any pair of trousers. The only things that were there were the leggings, I realised that I had no alternative, other than wearing a skirt, I would have to wear them. I pulled them on in uncertain emotion, to say that they were leggings was a bit of a misnomer, they were more like thick-ish footless tights. They clung to me like tights, they showed every lump and bump and there was a mild translucency to them, I could see my panties through them and not just the shape, but a hint of colour too. My head was screaming again, so much for the tranquil start of the day, I couldn't go out looking like this I just couldn't, but then I remembered the overalls. Looking at the time, the clock dashing onwards to work start, I hurriedly started to put on the overalls. It was then that I realised that they weren't my old overalls, but my father's and he was much bigger than me! To say that they were baggy was to understate the obvious. I needed a belt to hold them up, I found an elasticated belt in my mother's bedroom. One of those things with two chrome hooks that linked into each other to fasten it. I almost had to gather pleats of material around my waist to pull it tight enough, the belt stretching and holding the whole thing there in a gathered bunch. To make matters worse, I had to turn up the legs, because they were far too long. I looked like a vagrant. The jacket part that went with it, was just as bad, the sleeves were too long and I could have almost wrapped it twice around myself. Looking in the mirror, I looked like a child wearing his Dad's clothes. Time was gone now, I had to go, there was no way out. I fixed my mind on going back to the exchange building where I had left the slacks and tee shirt, I had to get there before someone else found them. I grabbed another thick shake as a breakfast and set off, giving my work controller the excuse that I had left some equipment there the previous afternoon. He was very understanding and arranged for work in that area, working my way back towards the headquarters. Luckily, I found the clothes, but as I was now chasing the clock, I didn't have time to change. Anyway, I had got used to the baggy overalls and with very little social contact things went along just fine. As with most days, when I am busy, I don't think of much outside of the work I have to do. Yet today, once again, it was a battle to try and keep control of myself and ignore the pull of my constantly moving breasts and the never ending demand of my yearning nipples. As the day wore on, so the thought of going to the stores and seeing Mr. Hughes grew stronger in my mind. To such an extent that my concentration level, after lunch, became worse and worse and fairly simple problems took far longer than usual. Three o'clock was coming all too soon. When I say that, it's odd, in some ways you don't want it to come and in others you just want it to happen quickly so that you can get it over and done with and move on. So it was at two forty five I arrived at the depot, the place was deserted and I parked close to the side door of the stores. I headed into the empty main technician's room, feeling slightly apprehensive, I really didn't want to meet anybody. The pigeon holes were along one wall, each one with a name, I went to mine. The holiday leave form was there and I took it out and quickly signed it, putting it back into my manager's letterbox before returning to the yard. I looked at my watch, just about three. Stupidly I almost tiptoed up to the side door of the stores and knocked softly. I stood then, nervously waiting. It shouldn't be like this, I know that Mr. Hughes always disturbed me, even when I was just picking up my stores, but today was different. Today I was aware that he was one of Doug's group of perverted gay friends and today I knew that Doug had shown him the pictures that he was blackmailing me with. The door suddenly opened and he was standing there sneering at me. "Get in here sissy." He was almost as aggressive as Doug and if anything, scarier. I went in through the door and he closed and bolted it after me, a nervous lump growing in my throat as he did so. "Follow me sissy." I wished he wouldn't call me that, yet blushing, I nervously followed him. In the back corner of the warehouse building was a separate room built from concrete blocks and which had a steel door on it, there were no windows. Obviously at some time in the past it had been used as a secure storeroom. He led me inside and I could see that it appeared to be now used as his office. There was a steel desk with a computer and telephone on it, either side of it were two metal chairs. He closed the door behind us, turning a large key in the lock as he did so. I could feel the panic growing within me and stood nervously apprehensive looking at him. "This is my private room sissy, no one comes here unless I invite them. I used to use it regularly to teach new recruits how to behave for me. I could always tell which young lad would bend to my will." His grin was almost evil and sent a chill through me. "I missed out on you though, you were a bit older joining, you didn't go through the youths' scheme like they did, but we can put that all to rights now, can't we. Your Daddy sorted you out and now we can train you to be real special." I looked over at the door considering a dash to get away from him. He noticed my glance and laughed, "You want to run, do you sissy?" He picked up a few sheets of paper from his desk. "Let me tell you, if you do, then I will photocopy these and put them up on all the noticeboards here." He turned the sheets to face me so that I could see what was on them, but I knew what it would be before I saw them. They were of course pictures of me, taken in my own home and sent to him, Daddy. I tried to stifle a sob. "So you'd better behave yourself, if you know what's good for you. Now get those bloody old overalls off, let's have a proper look at you." "Please M,mister Hughes, it's all a mistake a a big mistake, I, I'm not like..." "Do as you're told sissy, or by god I'll make sure everybody sees these pictures and I am sure your Daddy won't be at all happy, will he?" I looked at him, beseechingly for a second, but it was no good and in reality I knew it wouldn't be. I slid out of the loose overall jacket first, placing it on the chair. "And the bottoms, get a fucking move on." I undid the elastic belt and the bottoms all but fell down, revealing the embarrassing leggings I was wearing beneath them. I picked up the bottoms from the floor and placed them on the chair with the top. "Now come here, let's have a closer look at what we've got here." He was looking smug as he spoke, standing there by the desk, his body language almost aggressive. I shivered nervously, then reluctantly went over to him, knowing there was no escape. "Good, that's more like it, now let's feel those tits of yours bitch." I let out a little whimper, but just stood there trembling as he opened my blouse. In seconds his rough hands were sliding over my breasts, lifting them, his fingers seeking my already throbbing nipples. I tried to stop myself from moaning softly, the sound catching in my throat. He started pinching them gently between his fingers and thumbs and I suddenly felt my knees go weak my moan louder. Before I knew it his arm was around me pulling me tightly to him one hand still on my breast, pinching my nipple and he started kissing me, his filthy maw enveloping me. I moaned, I couldn't help myself, couldn't stop him, his manipulation of my poor begging nipple driving me into a mindless submission to him. He manhandled me like that for goodness knows how long, I was lost and just like putty in his hands. Stopping his vulgar forceful kisses, yet still tugging at my poor throbbing nipple he looked at me in wicked success. "I could fuck you now bitch and I bet you'd love it too, wouldn't you?" He squeezed my nipple a little harder and I just gasped. He laughed. "If I hadn't promised your Daddy, I would have you here, but don't worry bitch, I can wait, it'll happen soon enough." He stood back from me leering at me and I shook myself to pull myself together, then in dire humiliation I pulled my blouse back around me, buttoning it back up to cover myself with at least a token. "You can pick up your stores on your way out sissy and to thank me, you can run me an errand." I looked at him, my face still burning. "Please can I have the photos back." "No fucking way sissy, they're mine." He brushed past me as he went to the door and unlocked it. "I want you to deliver something for me, come on." He gesticulated for me to follow him. I turned to get my overalls back and jumped as I felt him grab my arm. "LEAVE THEM." He spat in my ear, almost dragging me after him into the main stores warehouse. I stumbled along behind him, eyes and ears everywhere in abject fear of being seen. He stopped at a large desk just by the door, on it were two cardboard trays. The first tray contained the stores I had ordered, but the second tray was jammed packed with a variety of different telephones. "I want you to deliver this to my house sissy." He put his hand on the tray of phones as he spoke. "My wife and son will be waiting for you, so get a fucking move on and if you don't deliver it to them or if you say a fucking word about it, then those pictures will be all over the depot. Understand?" I nodded fearfully, he really made me feel terrified of him. He handed me a piece of paper and opened the side door of the stores. "Here's my address bitch, go round the back of the house, my Missus will ring me when she gets the merchandise and if she doesn't ring, then you're in big trouble, now get a fucking move on." In a fearful dash I brought the heavy trays out to the van one at a time, as he watched me from inside the building. I was sure that I'd die of embarrassment if I was seen publicly wearing the things I had on, that screaming fear inside me overwhelming all thought of the obviously stolen goods that I was now being forced to handle for him. The stores door was closed before I even got into the van and he was nowhere to be seen. I drove then, as quickly as I could. I had a fair idea of where the address was, so that helped, though I nearly missed the lane that led down to the house. It was narrow and rutted, but eventually I arrived, driving round to the back of the old house where there was a large garage workshop. His gormless looking, idiot son was there waiting, telling me to reverse into the building. As I did so, I heard him calling his mother. Quaking with that fearful feeling of continuing horrific humiliation, I got out of the van quickly, hurrying to open the back doors, unload and get back in again before she turned up, but no such luck. The tray of phones had slid further into the van and I had to lean right in to try and pull it out. The smack on my bottom made me jump and I almost bashed my head on the roof of the van. I span round, blushing bright red to find the boy smirking widely, his mother smiling evilly beside him. "So this is the little sissy we've been hearing about Billy, You're Da said we're all going to be havin some fun with her, didn't he?" She sounded loud and vulgar, the boy just made some weird laughing noises in response. I swallowed nervously, calming myself as much as I could, then half turned again, picking the tray of phones up. "Here's the box." I tried to make my voice as steady and gruff as I could as I shoved it towards the boy. He didn't take it straight away, instead he stood there his eyes wide, staring, ogling at me and I suddenly realised that he was focussed on my bloody breasts. I blushed even more and shoved the tray at him. "Take it." My voice was quivering a little. He took the tray from me, his eyes still on my breasts and I heard his mother cackling in the background. She broke from her horrible laughter to speak. "You'd love to play with them wouldn't you boy." My humiliation was overcoming me and I knew that I had to get out of there before anything else happened. I hurriedly slammed the rear doors of the van shut, I had a bit of time whilst the boy had his hands full. "Where are you going sissy?" She was approaching me, her hand out, I dodged round the side of the van and jumped in as quickly as I could. She scrabbled after me, just missing the door as I slammed it shut. I locked it, my heart in my mouth, a real terror growing inside me. "Open the door bitch, I han't finished with ya yet, now git out here." I took no notice and started the van, dropping the clutch and swerving to avoid their attempts to stop me before I headed back up the rutted lane, bumping and bouncing madly as I drove at speed. It was too fast for the rough lane, there were clanks and bangs from the suspension, but there was no way I was going to stop. The last I heard was her voice shouting after me, chilling me to the bone. "You'll be back bitch, you'll be back, then you'll pay for nearly runnin us over." There was no way I was going back to work, I was in too much of a state, instead I drove straight home. I got in through my front door still trembling, almost feeling sick and I made my way into the kitchen and sat down, holding my head with a sob. It took me five minutes to settle myself, but just as I was feeling a little calmer and putting the kettle on, I heard a knock at the front door. I froze, looking at hiding in the larder, but the knock came again, this time accompanied by a voice, a female voice. It was my next door neighbour. "Richie, Richie, helloo." I looked down at the feminine way I was dressed I could have screamed in embarrassment, I couldn't go to the door like this, I couldn't. The knocking increased, her shouting continuing. I crept into the hallway, my old fleecy dressing gown was still there where I had left it. "Just a minute, I'm coming." I called back weakly as I put the dressing gown on, doing my best to wrap it around me and suddenly realising that the belt was missing. "Hellooo, Richie, can you answer the door." I opened the door and peeped out at her, holding the dressing gown around me and blushing as I did. "Oh hello Mrs Davies, I, I'm sorry I, I was upstairs." I tried to quell my nerves by smiling at her, hoping that I wasn't showing anything. "Hello love, we saw you coming home, we've been watching out, waiting for you. The postman tried to deliver a parcel to you this morning and had to leave it with us." She pointed at a largish cardboard box at her feet. "We thought that it might be important." She smiled kindly as she spoke. I opened the door a little further, but didn't go right out to her. "Thank you, Mrs Davies, that's lovely." "How are you keeping love? George and I have been worried about you?" She obviously wanted to chat, but I was in no mood for that. "I'm ok Mrs Davies, just a bit busy that's all." "We haven't seen you properly for ages, George wants to talk to you about the boat, he said he'd seen you on the water a few times lately and I he wants to have a chat. Can you come to tea later?" She was virtually bubbling, her eyes all over me as she spoke. I blushed, I felt self-conscious, nervous she could tell what I had on. "That's very k,kind of you M,mrs Davies, but I, I'm a bit busy today." I stuttered through my excuse, blushing again as I spoke. "Tomorrow then, I won't take no for an answer, you know how George can be when he wants something, it will be nice to have some company and it'll do you good too Richie. Shall we say 5 o'clock?" She was very persistent and, in the past, I had spent quite a lot of time over at her house with her and her brother. Anyway, as I've said before, my mother brought me up to be respectful and kind so I gave in and agreed. "Good, we'll both look forward to seeing you Richie. Now are you going to take this parcel? It was quite heavy for me to carry you know." I looked down at the box, then with some reluctance and a horrible fear of impending embarrassment I clutched my dressing gown around me and almost tiptoed down the front steps to where she stood with it. "It's heavy love, be careful." She was all eyes as I let go of my dressing gown and hefted the box up off the floor. The dressing gown flew open, of course that's what they always do when you least want it to happen. I was sure that she couldn't help but see what I was wearing then but worse still, in shuddering humiliation, I was convinced that she had seen my damnable breasts, swinging there beneath my blouse as I had bent to pick up the box. I half turned away from her in an attempt to hide myself and hurriedly slid the box in through the front door, before once again wrapping myself in the concealing dressing gown and turning back to her. She was smiling, a sort of winning smile. "By the way, I took your clothes in off the line for you this afternoon, it looked like it was going to rain and it seemed a pity for them to get wet after such a good morning drying." The colour drained out of my cheeks, I felt an almost faintness coming over me. All the clothes on the line were female clothes and worse still, the row of panties and nighties. "I folded them neatly for you and put them in the laundry basket inside your back porch door. They are far too pretty to just leave out in the garden, aren't they? Next time ask me and I'll keep an eye on them for you." Her smile was worrying. "Now don't forget you are coming to tea tomorrow, 5 O'clock, Ok." I was dumbstruck, I don't know how I managed to even nod and she turned away in apparent delight, as she walked back down my drive to her house and her brother, leaving me in a turmoil of embarrassment.