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Chapter 10 A Big Mistake
March brought the first signs of spring and with it hope. The news was
still bad of course, Captain Sir Tom, a national figure of the first
lockdown for his fundraising, sadly passed away. The death rate still
rose but the second peak was over. The number of people vaccinated
increased dramatically, leaving many Europeans fuming at the United
Kingdom's accelerated vaccination programme. Finally, prime minister
Boris Johnson announced a timeframe of return to normality. It was time
to start wedding planning.
That's when Christian and I had our first disagreement, actually a
full-blown argument. Since Henry had been disowned by his father,
Christian had not heard from his brother. Even if he didn't come to the
wedding I thought he should at least know of his brothers' marriage, so
it was that I set out to find Henry. In between my online studies and
lectures I worked to try and track him down. Carelessly I had left
these notes on the desk in the study and Christian had discovered them.
It started as a discussion but escalated when Christian said, "I forbid
you from contacting that man."
It was like a red rag to a bull. I may have become a submissive
transvestite but no one had ever forbidden me to do anything. "How dare
you tell me what I can and can't do." Then things got nastier.
"I can tell you what to do because without me your just a fucking
penniless cock sucking tranny"
At that, I struck out to slap him across his face but he grabbed my
wrist. "Don't you understand you daft slut, what Henry knows could stop
my inheritance and our marriage and trust me he would."
He released my wrist, I looked him coldly in the eyes. "What marriage?"
I slipped off the engagement ring and slapped it onto the kitchen
worktop. "If you loved and respected me you won't have called me those
things. I loved and trusted you Christian, but I am not just your
plaything that you can control day and night."
I turned on my heels headed out of the kitchen. I had already put on my
coat and was picking up my handbag when Christian appeared in the hall.
I ignored him and walk out the front door leaving it open.
I am not sure how long I walked around the deserted streets of
Cambridge, the clicking of my blue high heels rhythmical as they struck
the pavement. The gentle tug of suspender straps, the chill air on the
brief exposed gap of my stocking-clad legs, my now long hair blowing
gently across my face. All these sensations of femininity that I now
enjoyed so much. As I walked I weighed up my options, return to
Christian and be submissive and bow to his requests, go to my cousin
Lauren's where I may endure her wrath and further humiliation or to do
as I had wanted and risk the percussions. I chose badly.
It wasn't the first time in my life I had made a bad decision,
especially when it had come to being told what to do, back then of
course I did. It was the weekend and with my mother working I was
dropped off at Aunt Penny's. I had already had a text from Lauren being
most descriptive of what items of her discarded lingerie I should wear
beneath my male attire. I had given up trying to resist her blackmail
hoping she would tire of it.
When I was dropped off I was surprised to find my cousins, not at home.
Although they were week boarders at High Cross School for Girls they
were normally home on a weekend, this weekend however they were both
playing hockey for the school. I was relieved to know I would not be
subject to my cousin's, especially Lauren's humiliations, yet annoyed
that she had still forced me to wear black opaque hold ups and black
bra and panties beneath my male clothes. I settled down in the living
room and watched youtube video's on my I pad, by noon it was flat and
that's when Aunt Penny suggested I should pop next door to see George.
I reluctantly agreed but was far from thrilled to do so. The last time
I had seen George I had been wearing a pink princess dress and tied
together and he had cum all down my nylon clad legs, it hadn't helped
that I knew he was gay.
George was home alone, his parents out as was his older step-sister
Abby. The door had hardly closed behind me when George switched from
pleasantries to questions.
"Last time we meet was fun wasn't it?"
"Well, you obviously enjoyed it," I retorted, which made him blush.
"Are you wearing girly things again? You said you like too. I just
wondered if you did all the time?"
I stayed silent.
"You are aren't you!" And it was my turn to blush. "May I see?"
I tried to act all coy and defensive, but George was a good three
inches taller, and two years my senior. Reluctantly I lifted my t-shirt
to reveal the briefest glimpse of my black bra.
"Perhaps we should go upstairs Robin, show me in my room" I hesitated
but then turned and went up the stairs. I am sure I could feel George's
eyes boring into my back as I did so.
I got to his bedroom and turned around. He stood between me and the
doorway and I began to feel I had made several mistakes already in an
attempt to continue my lie.
"Now will you show me?"
Slowly I removed my trainers, socks, jeans, hoodie and t-shirt and was
left standing there before him in only stockings and black lingerie,
subconsciously I tried to hide the bulged in my panties but at the same
time did a very girly thing of trying to cover my breasts as well.
"You'd make a very pretty girl Robin but your an attractive young man
too."
His last comments made me uneasy and I squirmed slightly trying to
cover myself as much as possible. He took several steps towards be I
stepped back as far as I could and felt the bed on the back of my
stocking-clad legs. He picked my clothes up off the floor and placed
them neatly on a chair.
"I bet you are pleased to be out of your boy clothes. Though you look
uncomfortable"
To right I was uncomfortable, a boy wearing women's lingerie in a
virtual strangers house with a known homosexual.
"I am cold," I lied hoping it would be enough for him to pass me my
clothes.
"Off course how silly of me, let's see if we can find you something
pretty to wear."
He beckoned me forward and I reluctantly followed him out of his
bedroom and into Abby's bedroom. The change was remarkable, the air
smelt sweeter and perfumed, no harsh blues but gentle pastel shades. He
opened the louvred wardrobe doors. Inside was an array of skirts
dresses blouses and trousers in a technicolour array. George reached in
sorted along the line until he came to a woollen red dress which he
gently took off the hanger and passed to me. I hastily took it from him
and pulled it over my head and quickly pulled it down over my partly
naked body.
"That looks pretty" George complimented me. "What about these?" he said
handing me a pair of bright red high heels.
I sat on the corner of the bed and slipped them on then fastened the
ankle straps. Although I had worn heels before I stood up very
gingerly, making sure of my new balance, I could feel the instant pull
in my calf muscles.
"Give us a twirl then" insisted George. Reluctantly I took a few
hesitant steps across the room turned, feeling the dress twirl around
me then walked back.
"I can tell you like wearing girls clothes Robin."
Although I had been wearing female lingerie all day, the addition of
the dress and heels had indeed turned me on, as George had correctly
observed by the slight bump in the front of my dress.
"Do you think I should try it too Robin?"
I can't remember what I mumbled back but it was enough for George to
start removing his clothes. When naked I could not fail to notice his
raging hard-on, and strangely marvel at its size compared to my own. He
opened his stepsister's drawers and pulled out a pair of red silky
looking panties. He was about to put them on when I heard the front
door opening.
Instant panic filled me. I knew there was insufficient time to reach
the bedroom door, cross the landing back to George's room to reach my
clothes. A naked George also panicked and hustled me into the wardrobe
and shut the door. I was surrounded instantly in soft perfume smelling
material, just a brief light from the louvres which allowed a brief
glimpse back into the bedroom. I froze as I saw Abby enter the bedroom,
she had obviously run straight up the stairs to get something but
immediately froze at the sight of her naked stepbrother clutching a
pair of red silky panties to hide his modesty.
Her reaction was what you would have expected. First a shriek at
finding her stepbrother naked in her room then an, "Oh my God," as she
took in the fact that he was covering his nakedness with her red silk
parities in his hand. "Are you wanking in my knickers"
George was very flustered. "Err No," then quickly realised that would
lead to further questions of his nakedness and possessions of his
stepsisters' knickers changed it to, "Yes I mean Yes."
Abby, who must have been about 18, quickly regained her composure.
George was furtively glancingly from embarrassingly down to across to
her wardrobe. She spun quickly on her heels and pulled open the
wardrobe doors and took an instant slightly shocked step back. There
was an initial confused look, then a faint glimmer of recognition.
"Robin, Robin Fowler, Lauren's cousin?"
I wanted the ground to swallow me up but knew there was no longer any
point in hiding as the Americans would say in the closet, I had been
caught red-handed in a red dress and I knew there would be
consequences. What came next I never expected and meant that the
decision to go around to see George that day was up until that point
the worst in my life. "Yes," I replied.
I saw a glimmer in her eyes, I had seen it before in Lauren's. Her
whole demeanour seemed to change instantly, but not to that I expected.
She looked at her naked brother then at me, her next comment took me
aback.
"I am so sorry I walked in on you and your girlfriend George," she
grinned. "But why are you in my room, is it because yours smells too
bad" she joked. "Poor little girl looks petrified." And she was right I
was. "Maybe you should give her a hug and a kiss to calm her down.
Though I really must apologise, up to now I always thought you were gay
George," she joked.
George obediently shuffled forward and pecked me gently on the cheeks.
"Oh no George that won't do at all. More passion, and full on the lips.
I said hugs too," she said in a slightly sterner tone.
George got as close as he could to me, to protect his modest before he
wrapped his arms around me. I could feel he was still rock hard as Abby
forced our bodies closer together.
"Now a kiss George on the lips, nice and long." He did as directed and
to my shame, I felt a hot flush run through me and worse not only did I
feel myself get even harder, I felt George did too.
As our lips parted Abby said, "your girlfriend was in such a rush to
see you George she forgot to put her makeup on" she grabbed my wrist
and pulled me towards her dressing table, her tone changed from soft to
sharp and annoyed "Sit down" and then to her brother "and you stay
right there and do exactly as I say or I am calling my mother right
now"
We both complied. She was far from gentle as she applied makeup,
concealer, blusher, eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick in a brilliant red.
That didn't concern me as I knew I could wash those off, it was the
bright red nail varnish she put on my fingernails that I knew I would
have to have help to remove. She then attempted to brush my unruly
mousey blonde curls but gave up.
That was when the doorbell rang. Abby left her bedroom to go
downstairs. I could see George was contemplating making a run back to
his bedroom, I shook my head. It was a mistake for worse was to come.
The front door opened and I recognised the voices instantly.
"Hi Abby, Mum said Robin was here seeing George" it was Lauren
obviously back from her hockey match, then I heard Chloe too.
There were hushed whispers followed by laughter then the girls'
footsteps as they came up the stairs.
Lauren was the first to speak. "Hello Robin, you know it's very
different now! You can hardly claim I forced you, for here you are all
dressed up, makeup and heels in a strange house." She looked at a naked
and very embarrassed George. "Did he dress like this for you George?"
He mumbled a reply head down.
"So Robin, you don't find dressing as a girl humiliating anymore?" said
Abby. "Oh it ok I already knew about you and had seen all those pretty
pictures of you that Lauren's taken over the years."
I blushed as red as my dress in the knowledge that Abby had known of my
secret blackmailing by my Cousins.
"I, I ...." I was lost for words.
"So Ladies," said Lauren forcefully, "how do you think we should punish
these two boys for wearing Abby's clothes without her consent."
The three of them gathered together and there were furtive glances
across the room to us, hushed whispers and giggles.
"As I can't humiliate you anymore by putting you in a dress, as you
obviously enjoy that, maybe we should humiliate you by undressing you.
Take off Abby's dress sissy boy," said Lauren assertively.
I glanced across at a naked and shivering George and slowly pulled the
dress over my head leaving me only in lingerie and heels.
"Thank god I thought he was wearing my underwear too," said a relieved
Abby then quickly added, "Whose bra panties are you wearing?"
I could have tried to explain Lauren's blackmail but opted for the less
painful option. I looked down at the floor, I could feel my cheeks burn
red with humiliation and a tear well up in my eye as I said, "They are
mine."
Abby sniggered but saw my tears. "Oh George your sissy girlfriends
crying, best hug her again."
Chloe and Lauren dragged the hapless naked and fully exposed George
across the bedroom. He hugged me quickly, I was not sure whether for
sexual pleasure or to hide his nakedness.
The three girls teased us unmercifully, and once again we were made to
kiss, this time my lipstick leaving marks on George's face. As usual,
Lauren upped the ante and made us use our tongues, failure to do so had
resulted in a sharp smack on our bottoms.
"I think your Girlfriend is a lot happier now," said Abby, though in
truth I was hating every minute.
At the girl's direction, I was made to turn around and once again felt
George's erect penis through my thin silky panties this time though
nestled in my bum crack. At their direction, he slipped his fingers
into the cups of the black bra and gently played with my nipples. No
one had ever played with my nipples before, and I found it strangely
erotic, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the trio
"Aw your girlfriends really turned on," said Lauren who prodded the
bulge in my panties whilst sat on the bed which we were next to. Then
without warning, she grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. Balancing
on high heels I had no choice and fell onto my knees, bottom in the air
torso on the bed that was quickly pinned down by Abby and Chloe.
I could no longer feel George. Lauren got off the bed, ignoring my
protests.
She pushed George close back up behind me.
"What do you do when your sissy Girlfriends turned on George?" said
Lauren, there was no reply, she continued, "Then you fuck her brains
out. Go on George fuck your girlfriend"
I tried to resist, I was still a virgin, but definitely considered
myself heterosexual. I tried to thrash free but couldn't. My plea's
silenced when the silky red panties were shoved into my mouth. It
didn't occur to me that with my panties still on and covering me there
was no way George could penetrate me. I felt him thrust forward and
instinctively clenched my buttocks in an attempt to stop the unwanted
invasion. It had the opposite effect of gripping his hard penis.
Whether forced or voluntary I felt George begin to thrust harder and
harder, he stopped suddenly and I felt a sudden warm patch that quickly
cooled at the back of my panties, then for the second time I felt his
cum run down my naked thighs to my lace stocking tops.
The girls let me go and I quickly fled the room to Gorges bedroom, back
to my clothes. George was not so fortunate. Whilst I tried to wash off
the badly applied make up I could hear George's pleas for mercy and his
apologies. These were soon silenced. The girls had let me go and I had
taken the opportunity to get dressed in my male clothes but I dare not
venture out of George's bedroom as the girls had by the sound of it
moved into the landing and stairs. There was much laughter then
suddenly the door of George's bedroom opened.
It was Chloe, although at times as cruel as her sister she still had a
softer side towards me
"Poor Robin let's get you home, I've got some nail varnish remover you
can borrow."
I glanced down at my painted nails and clenched my fists to hind them
then and followed my cousin downstairs.
That's where I saw George for the last time in a long while. The poor
lad had been dressed up by the girls. A blonde bob fancy dress wig was
slightly askew, his face plastered in makeup, so bad even I could have
done better. A white blouse gaped open and a bright red bra was clearly
visible, its cups stuffed full to bursting with tissue paper. A short
black tight skirt was pulled slightly up to reveal the tops of black
stocking attached to red suspender straps, and he was now wearing the
bright red high heels that I had worn earlier. The girls had tied him
to the end of the stair bannister, the first thing you saw when you
walked in the house. An A4 piece of paper, safety-pinned to his breast
read
"Caught stealing my clothes." Technically accurate though it inferred
that George was dressed as he was of his own free will.
As we headed out the door poor George struggled with his bonds, they
became more frantic when Lauren said, "Your stepsister said your father
will be home in an hour."
I pitied poor George, his father knew about him being gay but tolerated
it, but as a rough and ready engineer would take a pretty dim view of
his son prancing around dressed as a girl. That was the last time I saw
George, thankfully I was collected by my mum just before George's dad
arrived home.
It had been the worst mistake of my life up till now, well if you
discarded allowing Lauren to blackmail me back into wearing female
clothes 24/7. The truth was I enjoyed my female persona.
As I walked through the cities deserted streets I enjoyed the click of
my heels, the swish of my skirt on my nylon clad legs, a mixture of
feeling, the tight restriction of bra suspender belt and straps
contrasted wildly with the floaty blouse and skirt. The warmth of a
scarf around my neck but the chill on my stocking-clad legs.
It was getting dusk as I approached Lauren's house. I paused outside. I
still had a key so I could let myself in and explain my disagreement
with Christian to her, would she punish me for letting her plan to
totally humiliate me crumble or understand my predicament. The house
was in total darkness and I made a snap decision to go back to
Christian, but continue my search for Henry.
My heels clicked on the pavement where the pools of light shone down
from the street lights as I approached Mid Summer common, the large
park area in the centre of town. A large area of darkness lit only in
the middle, but that was visible from the edges of the park. My feet
were aching from walking so long in my heels. I had a choice walk the
empty deserted streets around two sides of a triangle or take the
shortest route home across the common. My male instinct must have
kicked in and I made a mistake to cross the common.
I was a little under halfway to the central lit section, when I became
aware of footsteps other than the click-click of my heels, I turned and
saw a man dressed in dark clothes still a long way away but on the path
blocking an about-turn and forcing me onwards further into the common
and away from houses.
At that moment I knew I had made the mistake of my life. I had thought
like a man but to the world, I was a reasonably attractive woman
dressed in skirt and heels alone in a remote part of town. My mind
flashed back to the disappearance, of poor Sarah Everard on her way
home in London, abducted and assaulted and murdered by an off duty
policeman no less. I quickened my pace and the man shadowing me did so
too. I reached the central area of the park where the diagonal paths
crossed. Should I go straight ahead back into the darkness but with
every step taking me closer home to Christian's or turn left or right
and get off the common quickly or risk staying in the pool of light
where hopefully passers-by would see me, but there were no passers-by,
this was a lockdown and the stranger was getting closer. So I ran.
I don't know if you have ever tried running in heels, it's hard and
painful. The rapid click-click masked the sound of the stranger's
footsteps so I glanced back to see him gaining on me. That's when my
heel went into a metal grating there was a snapping sound as the heel
broke off sending me sprawling into the darkness off the path and onto
the grass. I rolled over and in doing so, pulled my coat open and skirt
up exposing my stocking tops. The man was running now towards me, I
wanted to scream but couldn't and cursed what a fool I had been. Then
he was there above me silhouetted by the central lights.
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