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JULIAN'S STORY
He climbed the stairs to the spare bedroom, pulled two suitcases from
underneath the bed and placed them on it. They were empty and he opened
them both. He had been putting this off, it was something he knew he
had to do but he felt a stab of regret but knew he had to get on with
it.
Julian went to the wardrobe and before opening it looked at himself in
the full length mirror attached to the front of the door. "Getting on,"
he thought as he looked at the old man staring back at him.
He began with the dresses, removing them one by one, folding them ever
so carefully and placing them with great care in the larger suitcase.
Every time he laid one in the suitcase he would think back to the last
time he had worn it, or how often he had worn it and on the rare
occasions who he had been with when he had worn it. What was he on
about, it was always with Sarah.
Next came his coats, the gabardine was his favourite, three quarter
length that once showed his nyloned legs to advantage and there was
something thrilling about wrapping that belt tight around his waist. He
had not bothered with nylon stockings in years. Too much effort for him
now attaching them to a suspender belt. But how he had enjoyed it in
years gone by.
Next to go into the case were his small collection of skirts, no short
ones like he used to love wearing, these were what he called sensible,
knee length of even below the knee. He only possessed one pair of
slacks, if he was dressing up then dressing up in trousers had never
appealed to him much.
He realised that when he added his sweaters they were going to fill up
the case. But once again each and every one he placed on top of the
dresses, skirts and coats brought back memories that he knew were
precious for him. The white V-neck, oh my, over that bra that gave him
just about enough cleverage to make it almost believable. Sarah with
her arm around him and her hand playing with his nipple.
Reluctantly he closed the lid on all his memories and opened the smaller
of the suitcases.
He crossed over to the dresser and again the mirror where he used to do
his face informed him that age had caught up. In the drawers here, just
like the skirts, the underwear he was filling up the case with now were
nothing like he had once loved to wear. It was all about comfort. Full
cotton briefs that covered everything, although he did note with a smile
that there was still a lot of pink in amongst them. Always his
favourite colour.
He took one more look at the smaller case, taking in the contents of his
nighties, knickers, bras, tights, a couple of scarves, his fluffy
slippers and of course his small collection of shoes, no heels anymore,
too dangerous at his age and he also closed it with a massive sigh that
surprised him.
Once more he went to the wardrobe and brought out the vanity case.
Should he take this also to Mary's. He knew how much he had spent on
its contents, a small fortune. Good makeup did not come cheap. In fact
he knew that what all three cases contained was worth thousands.
He was not about to just chuck them. Everything he had packed was in
the best, in fact, almost new condition. He would bring everything over
to Mary and tell her they had belonged to Sarah. If there was anything
she liked she was to keep, everything else could go to the second hand
store. Everything except his own and Sarah's jewellery.
It took him two trips to get the cases to the life out of the building
and to his car. Finally sorted he left the city and headed out to the
countryside where Mary and Jack and bought a lifestyle block just two
years before Jack passed on. Made no sense to Julian at the time, why
move out of an apartment in town and live in a 12 acre mini farm that
required lots of work to maintain in your retirement years.
Mary was living out there on her own and had been for the last eight
years and he felt just a little bit guilty that he had not been out to
check up on her. An age thing maybe. But they had not caught up since
Jack's funeral and before that it was Sarah's. That was 10 years
previous.
Even at 80 Julian was not worried about the two and a half hour drive,
he tuned into a 60's music station and was off. He had called Mary
earlier in the week and said he was going to come out and call on her,
if that was OK with her. She told him to bring his pj's and it would be
really great after all this time to catch up. She said he was to spend
a few nights, or else. Typical Mary, still assertive.
Mary was 75 and had been widowed for some time now, she had sounded
really excited, if that's possible at 75, with the news that Julian was
about to come out and visit. Visitors had been few and far between
since Jack passed on.
She was already waiting at the front door as Julian was pulling into the
drive. She descended the steps and had Julian in a bear hug the moment
he stepped out of his vehicle.
"It's so good to see you, it's been far too long." She looked down on
him from her lofty 5ft 11in taking his chin in her hand. "You look
great, not a day over 90."
"I've always loved your sense of humour Mary," he laughed. Looking up
from his 5ft 7in he said, "You have not changed a bit since I last saw
you, you look great."
"Come insider, I've got the coffee on, or there is beer in the fridge,
bought specially."
"Let me get the stuff from the car first."
He noticed she did that trick of hers of lifting one eyebrow as she
watched him remove the three cases.
"Julian, I said bring your pj's so you could maybe spend a night or two
and save you driving back to town, I did not say you could move in."
"Ha, ha, no, I went through the wardrobe back at the apartment and
collected some of Sarah's things thought maybe you might want go through
them."
Here Mary raised both eyebrows, she remembered going through all of
Sarah's stuff after she died and what she, Loo and Cathy did not want at
the time went to the Hospice Shop. She said nothing, just picked up the
two biggest cases and told him to follow.
Despite it been years since they had seen each other they managed to
chat as if it was only yesterday for almost two hours before any mention
was made of the contents of the cases.
She noticed Julian was slightly nervous as he opened them, "Just a few
dresses and things," he pretended to laugh.
"Oh Julian, these are just beautiful, and all with designer labels,
there's a small fortune here."
"Thank you," he managed and then realised that was not the reply he
meant to give.
"But there's a small problem, and by small I mean small literally, I,
just like Sarah was, am a size 16, these beautiful clothes are for a
much smaller woman, I would say a 10 or 12."
"I had not realised," he stammered.
"Now Jillian," Jillian had been Sarah's name for Julian when he cross-
dressed, "come clean Julian these beautiful items are yours. We all
knew you loved to dress up and become Sarah's little house fairy."
The mention of the name Jillian made his heart flutter, not good for an
80 year old and he could hardly believe it when he felt his face burn.
"It's OK Jillian, we'll take the bags up to the room I have prepared for
you. Then I will make a call to the Italian restaurant down in the
village and get them to deliver us dinner."
With that she picked up both cases and headed for the stairs. "You grab
your vanity case and I'll show you where you will be sleeping."
In a state of shock he did as he was told.
An hour later they were sitting down to a spicy pasta which Julian knew
would give him heartburn and have him up half the night. But the way
the conversation had been going he did not wish to complain.
Mary informed him that they were all aware of his little fetish. Sarah
had always kept them informed of his girly ways. Apparently she had
boasted about never having to do any housework, she had her little
submissive Jillian for that.
"She called you her 'little fairy'," Mary smiled and winked at him.
He had not felt this unsettled in many years and getting up from the
table told her that he was not capable of drinking like he used to and
the few wines they had had with the meal had gone straight to his head
and excused himself.
"By the way while you were washing up, forgive me, but I left out one of
your nighties for you so you will not have to go rummaging for one,
sleep tight Jillian, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," she told
him as she wished him a good night.
Julian had put so much effort into packing his female clothes that he
had forgotten to bring anything for himself, so not for the first time
he put on a nightie and climbed between the sheets.
Next Morning...
"Ah, you're up, about time sleepy head, its country hours out here, not
that get up late town time you keep."
She was sitting at the table with the newspaper spread before her
dressed as if going out for a hike. Check shirt, jeans and work boots.
Julian looked at the clock over the stove, it read 7.00am. In town he
never rose before eight. He was wearing a powder blue nightgown he had
found mysteriously at the foot of his bed which was obviously Mary's as
it almost long enough on him to sweep the floor.
He had been tempted to don a clean pair of knickers that he had packed
yesterday but in the end decided as he would be heading home today the
same pair of boxers would do.
"The bread is in the cupboard, the toaster is on the bench, the kettle
needs filling and plugging in, coffee is in the container beside the
plunger and the eggs are with the milk in the fridge. The pot is down
below sink, I think we will have scrambled eggs, so what are you waiting
for Jillian?"
Mary smiled to herself and was really interested seeing how Julian would
react to her commands.
The mention of Jillian once again made his heart flutter. He had had a
terrible night, heartburn had kept him awake and his mind was racing
with the knowledge that they all knew he cross-dressed.
"Chop, chop, Jillian, remember breakfast, coffee first, I need coffee.
I love a cup while I'm reading the paper. Hard to believe that they can
get it out here before I'm out of bed. I may live out here in the
wilderness but I like to know what's going on in the world. The morning
TV news shows are diabolical, also unlike the kids of today reading the
news from a computer screen is not something I wish to get used to, give
me the real printed word anyday."
"For goodness sake Julian, stop staring and get the coffee on. Oh, by
the way, after you retired to bed I contacted both Loo and Cathy and
invited them here. They both were seemed delighted to hear you were
staying over and were keen as. They should be here sometime after
noon."
"It's been so long since I had an all-girls weekend, it will be so much
fun."
Julian knocked over the coffee plunger.
"That's OK love, just clean up and make more."
Loo and Cathy had been part of what they used to call "the tribe."
Sarah and Julian, Mary and Jack, Loo and Peter, Cathy and Mark. The
parties, the trips away, the trips they had without leaving home, the
drinking, the clubbing had lasted probably longer than they should have
but at the time they were well up for it. All history now.
Loo was now 72 and Cathy 73, they were both divorced and had been for
almost 20 years. What had become of Peter and Mark they did not know or
care as they had both ended up better off than they had been when
married. Julian and Sarah had always known where they were but had kept
that to themselves.
Julian was not looking forward to seeing either of them, Loo had a
vicious mouth and Cathy was her aide de camp, always there to help her
out, not that she ever needed it. He decided he was not brave enough
and would tell Mary he was leaving early as he had a doctor's
appointment back in town.
"No way mister," Mary stared him down, "you are staying put, I have no
wish to be left out here alone with them two."
"Well you should not have invited them."
"I know, but surely they have mellowed."
"We'll soon find out."
"Sure, but in the meantime let's have breakfast and after you're
finished cleaning up you get yourself into the shower and dressed, in
whatever you want to by the way, and we'll head out for a stroll.
Forty minutes later they were wondering along country roads, he was
wearing the clothes he had arrived except for a clean pair of pink
cotton panties, Mary's invitation to wear whatever he wished struck a
chord. She was still in the check shirt, jeans and boots which Julian
thought was very masculine.
"When did it all start?" she asked him.
"What start?"
"The dressing up, of course."
Right now he felt it had been a mistake to be wearing panties. "So long
ago I cannot recall," he replied.
"But why and more importantly how?"
"It began with an arm-wrestle."
"That makes no sense at all."
"Sarah came up with this game that whoever lost the arm-wrestle would do
the dishes, she was always bigger and stronger and if you remember back
then she had taken up weight lifting. Well she won all the time. She
enjoyed winning, enjoyed being stronger."
"From there it just progressed', he continued, "she bought a frilly
apron and it became whoever lost the wrestle would wear the frilly apron
while doing the dishes. I suppose I could have put a stop to it then
and there, but I sort of enjoyed our games and it always led to great
sex."
"She really did bulk up when she got into weightlifting," Mary said, "so
when did the whole sissy thing and full on dressing happen?"
"It was all so gradual that I never noticed," he continued, "our arm-
wrestling turned into actual wrestling. She would get me in a head lock
and demand I surrender on the condition that from now on I would wear
women's panties."
"I suppose I was a bit of a pushover because soon I was wearing dresses
and high heels at home and had literally turned into the housewife."
"One tough lady!"
"You are not kidding, but then James and little Sarah came along and for
the next 20 years, other than times we were alone I wore men's clothes
over ladies underwear. I still did most of the housework and the
cooking, the kids did not seem to see anything wrong with daddy doing
housework. But as soon as they left home she insisted I revert to as
you mentioned earlier to being her "little fairy."
"I did it willingly Mary, I loved Sarah and I guess I have always had a
submissive nature, so pleasing her was all important."
"You miss her just as I miss Jack but it must get lonely all alone in
that apartment Julian, I know I am very lonely out here. I wonder if
you would consider living out here with me. No commitments, think about
a trial."
"I'm sure the fresh air would do me good, and you are right, I am more
than a bit lonely, I seem to spend my time these days wondering from
room to room and then asking myself why I came into that particular
room, a head scratcher. Let me think about it."
"Oh, by the way I know why you got in touch and brought the clothes with
you. I thought about it last night. At 80 you have had thoughts of
passing away, none of us go on forever and you have decided to get rid
of your stash because when you do move on you don't want anybody finding
all that pretty underwear and fancy dresses and put two and two
together, am I right?"
"As always, Mary, yes," he answered. "Especially the kids and the
grandkids, it would be unfair to them."
"See, there's another good reason for considering my proposition, the
clothes could belong here with you and it's not as if I care a fig what
you wear. There could even be benefits in it for me too, I've seriously
been considering getting in a maid to help about the place. You could
fill that role," she said as she poked him with her elbow. "The two of
us could handle it."
He had gone silent so she continued, "Just think about, Jillian could
make a return. But really it could be more about us keeping each other
company. Anyway it's time to get back, your two favourite ladies will
be arriving soon. Whatever was I thinking by inviting them and telling
them you were here. I am so sorry Julian."
"It's OK', he replied, "I've survived this far, I'll survive them."
"We do not have to meet them," Mary said.
"What do you mean?"
"Follow me," she said and led him by way of the line of trees that
bordered her property till they could see her front door.
Sure enough there were Loo and Cathy just visible through the cigarette
smoke in Mary's porch way. They stared at them for about a minute and
like two school children with massive smiles they both shuck their
heads.
"Could you handle another fifteen minute walk, there's a really nice
restaurant in the village that do a great lunch and have a top caller,"
Mary prompted.
With no hesitation, and remembering an old phrase he replied, "Lead on
McDuff."
Like the two conspirators that they now were, they laughed all the way
to the village. Mary was well known at the restaurant and was asked if
she was going to have her usual. He said once again remembering a line
from a movie said, "I'll have what she's having."
They laughed about their ability in remembering certain things,
especially they both agreed how annoying it was when during a
conversation not being able to remember someone's name or what something
was called and then 30 minutes later it would come back to them.
Just then the great time they were having in each other's company was
shattered.
"Should have stopped off here first Cathy, this one," she pointed at
Mary, "and that, whatever you want to call it," this time pointing at
Julian, "were always going to put themselves before us."
"Do you know we have been waiting an hour outside your place Mary?"
Cathy continued. "It's not good enough. We drove all the way from town
just to see you and sissy boy here."
"Please," Mary said, "there is no need to be nasty, you did say sometime
after noon. Look, just sit down, the pair of you and order some lunch,
I'll buy."
And they did, they both ordered oysters, the most expensive item on the
menu, the pinot gris was not cheap either, they drank two bottles.
It did not make them any happier, they chipped away at Julian on how
they all knew what he was and how Sarah delighted in telling them all
about him. Then there was the day they spotted him on the shore wearing
that short brown trench coat and the matching Fonterra hat over the
blond curly wig, the black boots and the nylons.
"I swear, if Sarah had not pointed you out I would have been sure that
it was some hooker plying her trade. For all I know Julian you were on
the make."
"Remember how they would tease you, surely you knew that they knew. How
Mark always called you Jewels and Peter was always telling you not to
get your knickers in a twist because he knew you were wearing a pair,"
Cathy's laugh was a harsh smokers laugh.
The lunch continued like this until Mary turned and looked them both in
the eye, "that's enough from you two, Julian does not have to put up
with this, he is more of a man than Peter or Mark ever were, I can tell
you that."
"My Peter was a real man," Loo said, "not like the little fairy sitting
here."
Julian finally spoke, "Tell me, Loo, Cathy, do you know where Peter and
Mark are at present."
"I could not care where the cheating bastard is now," Cathy said.
"You may not want to know, but I am about to tell you, your husbands
have been living together in a relationship for the past 20 years and
before that had been having it off behind your backs for almost 30."
"Sarah had caught them in bed together when she came to pick me up from
one of our golfing trips. She walked into the wrong motel room and
caught them going at it hell for leather. Surely you both remember how
Sarah could have them running after her all evening when we were all
together."
"After all, she had told you everything about me, which by the way I
have only just discovered, but if she would inform everyone what I got
up to, your husbands must have been more than a little worried what she
might say about them. But she never did."
"You lying little bitch," Loo screamed as she attempted to hit Julian
across the face with the wine glass she had in her hand.
She missed him, but he got drenched and the glass slipped from her hand
and fell and broke on the floor.
The girl behind the bar had been watching and was there immediately.
She knew Mary as a regular and took her part. "I'm going to have to ask
you to leave Madam," she told Loo.
Loo protested but the younger girl had no trouble leading a drunken Loo
to the door. Cathy fell over as she tried to assist Loo and the manager
who by now had arrived picked her up and soon she was standing on the
pavement outside with Loo.
"I think you should both remain here for a few minutes before
departing," the manager told them when he came back into the restaurant,
"I suggest you both have a coffee on the house and wait until those two
crazy bitches go, please excuse my language Mary," and he walked off to
order for them with a smile. "Nothing like a bit of excitement now and
then, even if it is amongst senior citizens," he told the girl behind
the bar.
Later...
Back at Mary's they both had a feeling of accomplishment. Just like the
restaurant manager they enjoyed the "bit" of excitement.
"Makes you feel alive," said Mary.
"She could have slashed me with that wine glass."
"It would have improved your looks, you old codger."
"Even an old trannie would not look to good with a scare running the
length of his face."
"Oh, I'm not sure you could ever look bad. And by the way, out of
curiosity, that day so many years ago that Sarah brought us all to the
caf? by the promenade where we spied you, what were you wearing beneath
that trench coat?"
"Umm, I remember feeling so sexy, well, all I had on was a beautiful
white lacy bra and matching panties, also from the same set a suspender
belt to hold up my nylons, that was it."
"Oh, Julian, you made a magnificent Jillian, I was so jealous of Sarah,
all I had at home was old dependable and but very boring Jack. He knew
about you, of course, but always considered you a friend first."
"I know," Julian answered. "I am going to turn in, I think I've had
enough excitement for one day."
"Please Julian, think seriously about my offer of moving in, the company
would be lovely," Mary called after him.
Before climbing into bed Julian unpacked his cases and hung up what
belonged in the wardrobe of Mary's spare room and filled up the dresser
with what belonged there.
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This story is something we will all eventually have to think about, the
"stash', and when to get rid of it.
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