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Simon had hoped to see Ben again as Sarah but the opportunity never arose even though they did go out with the group a few times. Ben phoned one evening a couple of months later to say that his family were moving away and he would be going with them. Simon had been sad that the relationship had not developed further since Ben had been a good mate as well as a sexy boyfriend.
"Remember," said Ben as he was finishing their conversation together for the last time, "it will be Sarah that's in control from now on, Simon is just a body looking after her until she is set free. Have fun. Goodbye and take care," and he was gone.
One afternoon not long after Ben had left Clair phoned to say she would be late back. Simon had only just returned home himself after a late revision session at school. There would not be enough time to change into Sarah now he thought, as he settled down to do more homework in his bedroom.
"Richard is away overnight on a course so I thought we could get a Chinese Takeaway, what do you think?"
"Sounds great Mum, what time will you be in?" Simon asked.
"I should be home just after seven, see you then."
Simon was still working when Clair arrived home.
"What a day. I need a bath and a large gin & tonic in the that order. Can you bring one up in about ten minutes, darling," said Clair already halfway up the stairs already beginning to undo her dress.
"Of course Mum," Simon headed off to the kitchen to prepare the ice and lemon.
He took the drink upstairs and went straight to the bathroom. Clair had left the door half open for him; she had never worried about him seeing her undressed. She was already soaking in the bath with her eyes closed when Simon noticed that she had left her clothes on the chair. Seeing them laying there reminded him that he hadn't had a chance to dress for a couple of days and he was beginning to miss Sarah.
"Here you are," he said. Clair opened her eyes dreamily.
"Thanks, darling" she said taking a large gulp, "come and sit down and tell me about your day." Simon sat on the chair which was placed slightly behind Clair's head so that she couldn't see him easily without sitting up and turning around.
"Oh just the usual, mainly revision and a session about exam technique. How about you?"
Clair started to tell him about the latest job she was working on and the reason she was late back that evening when Simon's hand felt behind him and realised her tights were hanging from the arm of the chair and about to fall onto the floor. He put his hand out to stop them and noticed something odd, they did not feel like the tights he normally found in the wash basket. These were finer, smother somehow and very slightly glossy. He knew he just had to try them on.
"So what shall I order then?" Simon thought quickly working out that if he could arrange dinner swiftly then Clair might not have time to tidy up her clothes. The plan worked well and he called up to say that the meal had arrived just as she was stepping out of the bath.
"Be right down," she called as Simon prepared the table.
"Right, I am going to plonk down here with a bottle of wine and not move for the rest of the evening, there's a good film on at eight o'clock. What about you?" Clair asked falling onto the sofa.
"I've seen it before," said Simon pretending to study the television pages of the newspaper. "I still have some reading to do so I think I'll have a bath as well after diner."
"OK darling, now lets eat, I'm ravenous."
When they had finished Simon cleared the plates away, went up to the bathroom and locked the door. Her clothes were still on the chair and her shoes were underneath just as he had anticipated. He quickly got undressed and set the taps running. He found her panties on top and pulled them on pushing his cock into its usual place, straight down in front of the gusset giving him a nice, feminine, profile. He had noticed recently that, although he felt excited inside, his cock had stayed soft and he rarely brought himself off at the end of a dressing session anymore. It was a much more relaxed feeling, one of comfort and serenity. That didn't mean that sex was no longer exciting though, indeed he had spent many a time stroking himself in bed last thing at night usually thinking about what Ben and Sarah had done together in Stratford or about some of the boys in the sixth form who he had begun to notice.
Sarah pulled on the bra and found some tights in the wash basket to pack them out with. Once again her feminine figure began to emerge. She knew now that she would never be particularly attracted to girls although she loved being with them as friends, good friends often, sharing ideas and secrets. She also new that she wasn't gay, well Simon wasn't at least although for a time he thought he might be when he realised that girls did not turn him at all. He had even explored this with a few friends who were openly gay but, once again, something was still not quite right. They wanted to be with another boy which, of course, left no room for Sarah. After being with Ben, Simon knew where his sexuality lay. Ben was not gay either and had not been attracted to Simon at all sexually, but as Sarah, Ben was all over her and she loved it.
She picked up the tights from the chair and pulled them over her hand, They felt wonderful, cool and smooth, and so light. They were the light tan colour that Clair preferred for work and Sarah pulled them slowly up her smooth legs, over her knees and up to her waist. They looked and felt fantastic. She walked around the bathroom and felt the whisper as her legs brushed together. She pulled the dress over her head, pulled up the zip, clipped the buttons together and put on the shoes that were laying under the chair.
It was as if Simons sexuality no longer mattered, or even existed. To work it out would be impossible, however Sarah sexuality was much easier understand. She was a lovely girl attracted to real boys, and men. It just happened that she had a little something extra to offer. And what's more they could be attracted to her judging by Ben's reaction while they were away for that week-end together. It had been a wonderful time for Sarah going out together as a couple but more especially when they returned to the house and had some fun although Ben had not attempted to make love to her. She loved Ben for that, she realised now, since it would not have been the right thing to do at that time. Maybe if he had stayed around a while longer though... who knows?
She walked around the room again and then looked in the mirror. From the neck down it was Clair just as she had come in from work. Her hair was darker and styled differently since Sarah resembled Richard more than Clair but her features were from that side of the family. Even without makeup though she was pretty and her legs looked great. She decided she had to wear these tights more often but how could she wait for them to appear in the laundry basket again, it might be weeks. She glanced over to the waste bin and there on top, was the packet that Clair must have thrown away that morning, Aristoc Sheer elegance - Sandal toe - colour Sherry. Sarah would have to buy some, the next day if possible. The bath was full so Sarah turned off the taps, got undressed and stepped into the steamy perfumed water. She would read for a while and then get dressed again. When she finished she took the empty packet back to her room and hid it in one of her desk draws.
The next morning Clair never noticed that the packet had gone but she did notice when it reappeared on top of the waste basket in the bathroom three days later especially as the bin had been emptied in the mean time.
Simon finished school early the following Wednesday and went to the high street to find a shop that sold the tights he needed. He wandered in and out of three main stores before he finding the type that matched the packet in his pocket. He looked through the rack at some of the other styles and finally picked up two pairs that were the same as he had worn a couple of evenings before. His breaths were coming fast again and his head felt light.
"Are they the correct size?" A voice appeared to come from nowhere and shook him out of his daze.
"Pardon," Simon responded.
"Who are they for?" asked the shop assistant once more.
"Er, my mum, it's her birthday," he added quickly.
"Ah that's nice, how tall is she?"
"About my, er, She's about the same as you," he said correcting himself.
"That should be OK then, these are medium. Tell her she can change them so long as they are not opened. That's five pounds please"
Simon handed over the money and left the shop. It would be much less nerve racking if it had been Sarah buying these, he thought, still maybe soon. As he walked back towards home he noticed a large charity shop which had a display of ladies dresses in the window. They looked as good as new and were very cheap. Why not, he thought? This way he would always have access to just the clothes Sarah wanted whenever she felt like appearing. He found a light blue dress with long sleeves, quite short, and another slightly longer in beige. He also chose a skirt and blouse all in the correct sizes which he now knew. The shop was busy and no one paid him any special attention as he paid for the dresses. Just before he got to the end of the shopping area he found one more charity shop displaying a really nice pair of blue sandals in the window and just his size, six. He just had to have them.
He almost ran home and leapt the stairs to his bedroom and got undressed. He spent the next two hours trying on his new clothes although he continued to use Clair's undies from the washing basket; he wasn't brave enough to tackle that shopping challenge just yet. All to quickly it was time to put his new clothes away and change back to Simon. He found a small box and folded the clothes careful and placed them at the bottom of his bedroom cupboard where they would not be found. A few minutes later Clair returned from work.
The next few weeks found Simon busy preparing for his exams. He was able to spend more time at home revising and, of course, Sarah was never very far away. She rarely had time to use full make- up but she tied her hair back which gave her a feminine appearance. She loved her own clothes and never tired of wearing them even though there was not much of a choice. Sarah always found it much more relaxing while studying, it was as if she knew what revision was required and how much work had to be done better than Simon did. There were a couple of occasions when Clair or Richard had come home early but Sarah had a plan for changing back to Simon quickly so it was never a problem. Finally the exams came and, all to quickly, finished. It was a great time for the gang celebrating especially as they had found a pub that didn't mind serving them even though most of them were under age.
Summer came and went an it was time once again for Simon to settle down and concentrate on his A level course. A pattern had developed where he would dress two or three times a week after school or longer on the rare occasions Clair and Richard were away. Life was busy and the year quickly passed with mid course exams once again to the fore. Simon felt he was lucky to have Sarah with him. It made studying relaxed and fun.
"We've decided to have an early holiday this year and we're going to Scotland touring," said Clair one evening over dinner just as the term was finishing, "Would you like to come with us?"
"Well, I was thinking of getting a job over the Summer," said Simon, "and I'm not too keen on touring anyway."
"That's alright, I didn't really think you would enjoy it much anyway. You'll need to look after the house though and NO parties while we're away."
"As if," said Simon already wondering how he might manage it without them finding out.
They went off a couple of weeks later and Simon had the house to himself at last for three weeks. He had found a job in a clothes shop which meant he had to work at the weekends with Thursday and Friday's off.
Every evening, so long as he wasn't going out, he would get changed and Sarah would come alive again. First he would shower and then put on Clair's makeup. She had lots but he was very careful not to use too much. He had considered buying some of his own but he would hardly ever have the chance to wear it. Now that he had the house to himself he made more use of Clair's outfits always making sure he put them back exactly as he had found them. His days off were great too since he could spend the whole time as Sarah and the evening and night as well. He even wore a night dress to bed and let his hair grow long enough for a pony tail which many boys were now wearing.
The weeks soon passed and the latest call on the answer phone from Clair had said that they were beginning to head back and would be home at the week-end. Sarah made the most of her last few days of ecstasy.
Clair and Richard had had a great time during the first two weeks but then the weather changed which also became the primary reason of the third major turning point in Simon's life. By Wednesday morning of the third week Richard had had enough. It had not stopped raining since Monday and the forecast for the rest of the week was not encouraging either.
"Come on lets go home," he said as they packed the cases from the most recent overnight stop. There was more that they had planned to see but Claire agreed that it wasn't much fun. They set off after breakfast and drove all day until they reached York where they stopped overnight. It would then be an easy run back to Warwick down the motorway. Clair had called Simon every few days but didn't always manage to speak to him although she always left a message on the answer phone. She called again when they arrived in York to say they would be home the following afternoon and to make sure the house was tidy. Once again there was no answer.
"What's the problem," Richard asked noticing her concern.
"Nothing, I'll tell you tomorrow in the car." Her fear was that they would turn up unexpectedly and then Simons secret would be out. Little did he or her know that that was precisely what was about to happen.
"So what's the big problem." asked Richard once they were on the Motorway heading back towards Warwick.
"Well, its about Simon," Clair began, "He's been wearing girls cloths." She had be pondering for weeks how to raise the issue and in the end decided to just come straight out and tell him.
"Oh," said Richard, "is that such a big problem? Remember I've put on some of your things now and again when we've been having some fun."
Clair laughed and remember some of the occasions he was referring to.
"Maybe you're right, he might just be going through a phase but I do think it's a bit more serious than that. I had noticed some of my cloths had been worn for a couple of years now but I assumed he was just curious. Then a couple of weeks ago I was putting some things away in the big cupboard in his room and noticed a box. It was full of just about everything a girl would need, underwear, dresses and some cheap jewellery."
"Yes, I see what you mean" said Richard thoughtfully. "Well I think, if it is serious for him, that it's better out in the open. So will it be me, you or the both of us tackling it?"
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