Crystal; Dropped Into The Deep End
I never knew my
sister was so cunning, here I was at our mountain cabin, with no
transportation, only a cell phone and the things she had dropped off
for me. The problem was what she chose to leave me with for my stay.
Not exactly what I had in mind when I had seen this adventure as a
chance to get away from it all to get a better perspective on life.
I really wanted
to do something special this year, the year that I graduated from
college. It has been a tough year for me, a better and more truthful
answer would be it has been four years of hell. I was never a gifted
student, I studied hard and could recite it back to make good grades,
but truly learning the material quite often escaped me.
My other weakness
is my interaction with people; I am kind of shy, wanting to distance
myself from any social interaction. I could interact with people in a
normal way, but I usually avoided it with a passion. I hardly ever
started a conversation or asked a question of someone; I might think
of doing it, but when the time came, I would balk, tongue tied to the
hilt. This shyness tended to make me more of a loner as time passed.
During my four
years of college, I got close to maybe three people. Incidentally,
all were partners in labs or class projects. Now that college is out
of the way I wanted a little time to indulge myself in other
interests. I know a lot of students take a sabbatical or year off
from studies, especially after graduation. I needed some time to
figure out if anything is to be done with my degree.
The degree is in
English Literature, the only subject that I could pass without major
effort and sweat. I loved to read, often getting involved in a book
and reading it from cover to cover before I put it down. It didn’t
make any difference who the author was, as long as the story flowed
some. For some reason, I tended to like the more romantic stories,
not the Harlequin type, but where the heroine finds love after a
difficult struggle.
Consequently,
most of my favorite authors are female, their grasp of love and its
struggles much better than the typical male author. Maybe my love of
the romantic things in life has influenced me to such a degree that I
have withdrawn a little from it. What I read in books is not
something you find in real life, so settling for what is out there
becomes what life is about for me now, often a very disappointing
choice.
Like most things
in my life, I wasn’t sure how to go about planning my escape from
life and where I could do it at. I didn’t want to stay at home, too
many old friends from high school. I say friends, but they were more
like people that I knew from school. Through my twenty-two years on
this planet, I had no real friends, just some people that I knew
better than others.
I was born Chris
Edward Diamond, but eventually, everybody just called me Chrissie. I
was quite tall almost five foot ten inches tall, tipping the scales
at 155 lbs. My supposedly masculine features never quite materialized
as they somehow never found their way to my body. Hence, I was narrow
shouldered, with a smaller chest than normal.
The one fault
that is often noticed is that I have a very pudgy appearance. The
pleasing plump look has been with me for several years. Most of the
noticeable fat at my love handles and waist. I exercised some, but
none of the stubborn fat retreated, it just stared back at me from
any image that I saw in a mirror.
This did not mean
that I looked effeminate. I have been told that I am a handsome male,
not necessarily macho or exceptional in the looks department. Still,
all things considered, I was a member of the male species in good
standing, just not in the top fifty percent of the group. Maybe that
should be lucky to be in the group at all.
What I lacked in
my chest did manage to find its way to my waist and hips, not a
bubble butt, but way more than a male should be seen with. My face is
rather small with prominent cheekbones and surrounded with more hair
than on two normal people. The thickness is the problem, haircuts
usually requiring a thinning before they even attempted to trim it.
My parents were
away in Europe spending all their children’s possible inheritance
after deciding that after the last kid had graduated from college, it
is time to have some fun of their own. At home is my older sister, a
consultant for small businesses with regards to financial and tax
matters. Since starting her own business four years ago, she has done
quite well. This last year she hired her first employees and just
recently decided to expand again.
It really pisses
me off that everything she touches seems to take off, the fact that
she had a 4.0-grade point average all during college, just so unfair.
She never had to study, barely cracked a book during her four years.
Fortunately, for me she had not been interested in dating, keeping my
parents focused on her as the sole source of grandchildren. If she
had married, I would be the focus of my parent’s desire for
grandchildren since I would then be the last one to get married,
adding to the potential pool of grand kid producing progeny.
Sis still lived
at home, a fact that escaped any reasoning that I tried to apply to
the matter. Home being a spacious ranch house in Paradise Valley near
Phoenix. Constance, my sister, located her business in the northern
suburbs of Phoenix, fifteen minutes from our family home. Since her
office is so close, she decided to keep living at home, part
convenience, and part the fact that she could always squeeze a dollar
till it screamed.
Since I hadn’t
decided anything yet, I gave into Constance’s request to come home
for a while until I decided what to do. I arrived a few days later
with all my worldly belongings, determined to make the visit a brief
one.
Once home Sis and
I covered all the gaps in our memory resulting from my stay at
college. After covering all of my college escapades, she asked me
what I was thinking of doing for the near future. “I am undecided
since the job market is still very soft. A few companies were
beginning to recover, but the majority were still in wait and see
mode.”
She suggested
that I put out a few feelers while I am home to see if anything
popped up.
I told her I
would, asking if she had any particular businesses in mind. She
handed me a list of ten companies that might be worth checking into
while I am here.
“I will start
tomorrow. Meanwhile, do you have any ideas for where I could stay or
things to do for my time away from the grid?”
She thought for a
minute, then suggested that I spend a few months at the family’s
cabin in northern Arizona. The cabin is a fairly good sized house
located in the Tonto National Forest. It is not on government land
but on a fifty-acre parcel surrounded by the national forest. There
were two parcels of privately owned land in the middle of the forest,
one owned by my family, and one owned by our neighbors.
Our dads had
built the houses shortly after getting married, and we had vacationed
in them quite often. It was not a secret that our family’s shared a
friendship that has prevailed for many years, not often talked about
but never denied. I asked Sis if Becky was going up there this year,
our neighbor’s daughter was still here as her parents were sharing
the holiday in Europe with our parents.
She told me that
she didn’t think so since she was involved in obtaining her
cosmetology license. Becky had gone to San Diego for her training and
is helping her Mother’s friend at her beauty salon in town for a
couple of weeks after she got back. She had not yet applied for her
license, wanting to make sure that she had mastered all the material.
The next morning
I started on the list of companies that Sis suggested for me to turn
in an application. Most of them were electronic companies since a lot
of the economy in the Valley of the Sun is computer and electronic
technology. At least here, I was greeted in a friendly manner where
back east an application for a job was usually acknowledged by a
scowl and a grunt.
A lot of the
businesses were close to each other, located primarily in the eastern
part of Phoenix and the in the corridor of Tempe, Mesa, and Chandler.
By four, o’clock I had turned in applications at all of the
companies on her list. In fact, I was offered an interview at one of
the companies tomorrow at ten A.M. Since my degree was not in
electronics or business, the positions that I might be qualified for
were in their advertising and promotion departments. Most of these
companies did a lot of their own advertising and promotion, in fact,
the company that I had an interview with was looking to add to their
advertising department.
I don’t think
anything will come of it, but it was an interview, something I had
not ever achieved back east. I made it back home about five-thirty,
the evening rush hour traffic considerably more than I remembered. As
I entered the house, Sis asked how I did. I told her of the
encounters, and the one interview for tomorrow. She was happy for me,
hoping I could find something to occupy my time and thoughts. She is
well aware of my brooding nature, the longer I thought about
something, the bigger the problem became.
She invited me
out to dinner, a Mexican restaurant that is quite popular. Their
sopaipillas, a long-time favorite of mine, were to die for. We
chatted for a while as we were served, about what I wanted to do,
about the chances of me getting a job, about life in general.
“I don’t know
what I want to do, nothing sounds good, and everything seems out of
sync.” Constance told me to see what the week brought, and if
nothing materialized she would put together a plan for me, staying at
the mountain cabin for as long as I desired.
The interview was
alright, the company sounding me out for their proposed job. I think
I answered in the appropriate manner, but you never know. I doubted I
would be called back, but I had made a genuine effort. The rest of
the week meandered along; Sis was out shopping for most of the week
buying necessities for the cabin.
I left her to it
since she likes to do these things and is much more qualified than I.
Since I was home for the week I prepared our meals having them on the
table when she came home.
Our parents were
to be gone for the entire summer, so she arranged for me to pack all
of the gear for the cabin in their car. Then she would drive me up
and drop me off. She wanted me to be stuck there so that I would make
do with what I had. According to her, it would teach me
self-reliance, learning to be content with what I had at my disposal.
From the look of what she had obtained so far, I would not lack for
much. The thought that I would be left alone without transportation
is actually welcome. It fitted my shy personality, alone and unable
to get out and mingle with the general population.
The mountain
house is not isolated that much from humanity, two or three miles
from a small store and other cabins to the south. To the north was
another story as it was, at least, thirty miles through the national
forest to any kind of civilization. I would have my cell phone and
from the past trips, I knew there was a good signal at the cabin.
The house is
quite a bit more than a mountain cabin. There is a great room
downstairs, along with a kitchen and laundry room. Upstairs is two
baths situated between three bedrooms overlooking a balcony that
curves around the cabin. Each of the bedrooms has large windows
facing some of the most beautiful scenery in Arizona. In a way, I was
looking forward to being up there for a while. At peace with myself
and all the time in the world to rethink my life and goals.
Constance said
she would be ready to drive me up there this weekend, leaving on
Saturday morning we would be there around noon. I had packed
everything Sis had obtained for my trip in our parents SUV, their car
much larger than hers. She had packed all of my clothes in suitcases;
the food was ready to put in the ice chests as we got ready to leave
Saturday morning.
She knew I had a
laptop so she ordered quite a few e-books for me to read when I
desired something to do. The house is furnished with pots, pans, and
basic kitchen necessities. There was air conditioning since the
summers sometimes got a little warm. The fireplace is the source of
heat for the house, with propane the source of energy used for
cooking.
She had also got
me a lot of old magazines to read when it got boring, in fact, there
were three large boxes of them. Like I mentioned before she likes to
plan and organize things, and her squeezing that dollar always gets
her a lot for the money.
In the few
remaining days, I did receive several thank you letters for applying
for the job, but no openings were at present available. I sighed a
little in disappointment, but also was glad that there was nothing to
interrupt my trip. Sis took me out again to the Mexican restaurant
again since the absence of good places to eat near the cabin is a
well-known fact.
I savored the
food trying to keep the memory of it in my mind until I was able to
get back. The sopaipillas were just as good as last time, and I even
got three to take home with me. A little honey squirted into the
middle after you bite a corner off of the puffed up pastry tastes so
good. We talked some more as we finished up eating and then she paid
the bill. With my doggie bag of treats, we made our way home.
The next morning
is all sunshine and noisy birds as I was reluctant to get out of bed.
I grabbed the last of my things and packed the ice chests. I got them
all loaded into the SUV and then we were off. I am excited as we
drove along through the foothills towards Payson. It took us a couple
of hours to get there, with Sis getting our breakfast at Mickey D’s
in Payson.
Then out of town
heading to Kohl’s Ranch, turning north to go up onto the Mogollon
Rim. After we had got to the rim, it is only about twenty minutes to
the cabin. When we reached the cabin, it is early afternoon, and the
tall pines were casting shadows on the cabin’s front porch. She
backed up to the side porch that had a door leading into the kitchen.
I turned on the
electricity to the rest of the house, and we unloaded the perishables
into the freezer and refrigerator. We kept power to them all through
the year since it was more economical to do so.
After everything
had been put in the appropriate room, Sis took the time to make a
late lunch. It was just sandwiches, made with cold cuts, cheese,
tomato, onion, and lettuce. She had made a small batch of potato
salad, and although still slightly warm it hit the spot. Since I had
got a little sweaty unloading the car, she suggested that I take a
shower, now that the water heater had a chance to warm up.
I agreed and
headed upstairs. Shortly after getting in the shower she came in to
get my clothes to take them to the laundry room and left me a robe to
wear. I didn’t think anything about that, but looking back, it was
the start of my ordeal. I finished the shower and grabbed a towel to
dry off. Then I reached for the robe, finding out that it was one of
hers. It was very girly a light burgundy in color, adorned with way
too much lace around the collar, sleeves and hem.
I went downstairs
to find Sis sitting in the kitchen. As she saw me, she gave me a
little whistle; I am sure to tease me. I pulled up a chair, wanting
to ask her about the robe. She grabbed one of my hands, holding it
securely as she started talking. I was trying to interrupt, but she
placed a finger to my lips to quiet me.
“Your adventure
is going to be a little different than you have visualized. I know of
your experimentation with mine and Mom’s clothes. Also verified
through your computer history your interest in the transgender
community. Since you are going to use the time to find the true you,
I suggest you start with a desired gender.”
“You have the
next six months to live as a female, to experience everything as a
natural female. You have no male clothes in the house. To ensure your
compliance you also have no money or credit cards to obtain alternate
clothing. Plenty of food and supplies are available for you, so you
will not go hungry.”
She had the cable
turned off, although you have a lot of music, books, and magazines to
occupy your time. As she is telling me all of this, I just sat there
dumbfounded. At one point, she pushed up on my jaw to get my mouth
closed. Unless there is an emergency, she will not come back to pick
me up till the six months is up. I was totally at a loss for words.
How can she do
this to me, to live as a female for the whole time, this had to be
absurd. I tried to focus as she was getting up, asking me if I have
any questions. Yes, I have a question, how can you do this to me? As
Sis usually does she ignored my question, telling me that she loves
me, as her baby sister, suggesting that I spend my time wisely
learning to be the best little sister that I can be.
She leaned over
and gave me a kiss, then grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
The shock is now rampant; she was leaving me like this, expecting me
to handle this in a meaningful way. I was convinced that she had
flipped out, too much stress in her life. I got up heading over to
the door, as she is pulling out. I am alone, now what do I do. I
acted just like a little sister would, bursting into tears and
sobbing like a distraught child.
Surprisingly this
lasted for quite some time, me sobbing on the bed obviously not in
control of anything in my life. I must have dozed off for a while; I
figured my mind just gave up but was aroused by my cell phone
ringing. I didn’t want to answer the phone; I was in no mood to
talk to anybody. As I laid there, my mind entertained the thought
that Sis is calling to apologize and make amends.
I reached for the
phone, said hi and waited for the response. It turned out to be
Becky, our neighbor’s daughter. She detected the stress in my voice
and asked what is wrong. I nearly opened my big mouth and put both
feet in it, before I realized that I couldn’t tell her anything.
Here I am naked, in our cabin with no male clothes and no way to get
any.
I tried to change
the subject, to ask what she was doing and if she is at her cabin or
down in Phoenix. I was hoping with all the prayer that I could muster
that she was not up here in the mountains. Well, nobody was listening
to my prayers that day, she is in Flagstaff at the moment helping her
mother’s friend with her shop but was coming to the cabin tonight.
Great, all I
needed is her to see me this way. I would be a laughing stock for the
rest of my life. I tried to convince her that I am just here at the
cabin for a little while, but would be going back later today. Becky
then told me that Constance had called her asking her to check in on
me while she was up in the mountains.
Thanks, sis, you
just took my life from bad to nonexistent. She asked what I had
planned for tonight, me replying just hanging around the cabin.
Making up a little white lie wouldn’t help any since Becky already
knew that I am up here. I was vague, made up any excuse I could think
of, but the end of the conversation is that she would be here later
and would bring dinner.
Now what the heck
am I going to do, I knew that I needed to put some clothes on, but
from what Constance had said, there is nothing but female clothes. I
hoped that what Sis had stated is a little stretch of the
imagination, that she had left me a least an outfit or two that was
for a male. I started opening suitcases, searching for anything that
resembled clothes that a male might wear.
All I found is
lingerie, dresses, skirts, and blouses. Not even a pair of women’s
pants, in everything she had packed. Where she had come up with
everything was beyond me, and then I remembered how she spent hours
going through resale shops looking for clothes. It wasn’t bad
enough that she had bought me all of these clothes that I really
didn’t want, but she probably had fun doing it.
This wasn’t
like when I would dress in some of her clothes, the thrill of wearing
something of hers making it surreal. These female clothes are now
what I would wear for the foreseeable future. I went back through the
clothes in the suitcases and hung them up on hangers, putting the
lingerie in drawers. Of the three bedrooms, the only room having a
large enough closet is my parent’s room. After hanging up all the
clothes, it turned out to be a wise decision since it filled the
closet to capacity.
Doing something
with my hands did relax me some, I decided to make the best of the
situation laying out a sundress and lingerie to put on. For some
reason, sundresses were my favorite item of female clothing and
Constance had gotten me eight of them to wear. I wondered if she knew
how much I liked them.
This one is a
light pink print, with spaghetti straps, a full skirt, with a hem
slightly above my knees. The bra is a push-up from V.S. that enhanced
my slight breasts actually to give me a little cleavage. The matching
panties are a bikini, and I tucked before pulling them up my thighs.
I had learned the tucking technique from the internet several years
ago.
I looked for
shoes but sighed when I did not find one pair with less than a
three-inch heel. I should correct that statement since there was one
pair of boots for hiking, but I couldn’t risk the chance of wearing
them and being arrested by the fashion police for violation of
fashion common sense, besides they didn’t go with the sundress.
The heels I chose
matched the dress to perfection, with a four-inch stiletto heel and
ankle straps. I had been keeping my body free from any hair for many
months, so my legs looked good in the heels.
After reaching
this stage I began to worry again about Becky seeing me like this,
but I realized that I had no choice. It is either like this or naked
and, in the end, the clothes won. I was sure that I would regret the
decision later, but there is not much choice. I found the suitcase
with makeup and hair accessories, picking a few items out to finish
my transformation.
Since I had quite
a bit of time before Becky would arrive, I even did my nails, a nice
burgundy nail polish to complement the pink dress. I brushed out my
hair, putting into a high ponytail with a scrunchie. Mascara and a
little lip gloss finished the effect. Not a high fashion model, but
definitely a female image is staring back at me from the mirror.
I picked up a few
things as I made my way through the cabin, ending up in the kitchen.
I put a nice bottle of wine to chill and put the few things that we
had not put up in their respective places. I meandered back to the
living room wondering just how Becky would react to me. My cell phone
rang again, this time, it was Sis. I was very cold to her; this is
not how you treat family, but she wanted to know if I had put any
clothes on yet.
I told her I was
dressed, but not what I am wearing. She guessed the pink sundress,
how she could do this time and time again I will never know. I didn’t
verify it, but I could tell she knew that is what I had on. She asked
if anybody else called, and I told Becky did. It was silence for a
minute while she waited for me to say something. My silence,
answering some of her questions I guess.
She just wanted
to check on me, she did love me and wanted me to promise her that I
would give this life as Crystal a chance. I became aware at that
moment that she had found more of my files on my computer since that
was what I called myself. A few tears trickled down my cheek, knowing
that she did care, just had a funny way of expressing it.
It was about an
hour later that a van came driving up the road to the cabin. I took a
deep breath, knowing it was Becky; I certainly hoped that she would
be alright with this. I decided to meet her at the door, hoping that
if she is upset by this, she would just leave. I have never been good
with any kind of confrontation, if something came up, I evaded the
situation at all costs. We never used the doorbells at each other
cabins, we just opened the door and entered.
That was what
Becky did; she did stop to take in my appearance for a minute. “About
time Crystal finally showed herself” is the only comment from her
as she embraced me and hugged me. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks
as I tried to figure out what just happened. Becky had greeted
Crystal like it was the most normal thing in her life. She pushed me
away a little so she could scrutinize my appearance. Then I
remembered that she had called me Crystal, apparently everybody knew
all my deepest secrets including Becky.
She used her
finger to wipe away a couple of tears, and then pulled me to the
kitchen. She had picked up Chinese from a place in Flagstaff, keeping
it warm in a thermal bag. I managed to get the plates and remove the
wine from the refrigerator. She washed her hands at the kitchen sink
and led me to the table. We sat down, filling our plates from the
take-out boxes, as I poured each of us a glass of wine.
She reached over
to my face to remove another errant tear or two, and then said grace.
We were quiet as we stuffed our faces, Becky was apparently hungry,
and I was so nervous about being seen this way that I just wanted to
do something with my hands to keep occupied.
Becky admitted
being in on the plan to make me face my inner female. She had helped
Constance to organize things so that I would have no option but to be
the real me. Both of them are convinced that Crystal is the real me,
buried in the fantasy world of a male persona, Chris. I asked Becky
how the two of them could treat me this way. She giggled a little and
asked what way we were treating her that is so horrible.
I tried to tell
her that this was not my choice to live as a female, to be cut off
from the rest of society, to be isolated just because I had tried
some of my sister’s clothes at one time. She gave me a funny look,
then proceeded to tell me about what they found on my computer. My
quite often statements that I wanted to be a female, to live the life
of a woman that permeated my writings.
I tried to tell
her that it was just a story that I had been writing, that there was
no truth to the remarks. She gave me the evil eye again and asked me
if I was that blonde that I didn’t think that my other personal
file that was on my laptop would not be discovered. I knew she was
just pulling my leg now since that file was protected by three
different instances of requested passwords.
I told her that I
knew she was bluffing since it would take a real computer expert to
break into this file. She smiled but asked me to back up my
statement. In fact, she suggested that we make a little bet
concerning this file. I was pretty confident since I had changed the
passwords again just before sis and I had left this morning. If she
couldn’t get into the file, she would assist me in getting a male
outfit to make the six months a little more comfortable.
However, if she
could access the file, I would be Crystal without any reservations or
exceptions for the entire six months. I thought that she was grasping
at straws that my change of passwords would keep her out, so I agreed
to the bet. She called Constance on her cell phone and informed her
of the bet; then she requested that I tell sis that I accepted the
bet and had me state the consequences if I lost the bet.
With all bases
covered, Becky asked me to get my computer. I returned from upstairs
with the laptop and plugged it in at the kitchen table. After it had
booted up, Becky found the file and right clicked on the file to open
it up. The file was buried in another folder, with only a series of
letters identifying the file. The first prompt came up requesting a
password, Becky typed in a password, but the system rejected it. She
gave me a dirty look, then thought for a minute and typed in another.
This time, she
had guessed it correctly and the second prompt came up. Becky entered
another password, and the system duly rejected it. Another few
moments in thought and she entered another choice. This time, she had
better luck, and the third prompt came up. She looked up at me,
wanting to know if I wanted out of the bet, although I would have to
concede a few things to be able to escape the consequences of losing
the entire bet. My blond roots showed up as usual, and I told her
that I would take my chances. She thought for several minutes,
apparently trying to rattle me a little.
Then she typed in
the word she had been thinking about; I was watching her this time,
and she typed in the correct password. The file opened, and I was
suddenly sick. Not only was I to be subjected to even more
femininity, but this file contained all of my secret wishes and
desires. I was literally doomed in many ways. The fact that she had
known where the file was stored meant she had been in it before. When
I changed the passwords this morning, it only slowed her down.
The file
contained a diary of the last three years of what I had done
concerning my Crystal persona, and all of my thoughts regarding my
alter ego. When I had dressed up at college, what I had worn, what I
had done as Crystal, everything about her in detail. Becky looked
over at me, simply wanting to know if I was ready, to tell the truth
now, or continue with this absurdity.
I gave out the
biggest sigh, collapsed on Becky’s shoulder and cried. I felt
trapped since now everyone knew my deepest secrets and desires. All
the time that I am crying on her shoulder, she is running her fingers
through my hair and making cute noises in my ear. Finally, the tears
dried up with Becky dragging me to the great room.
She settled
herself on the love seat, then pulled me down next to her. She
cuddled me and told me that although it seems to be the end of the
world to me, it is a chance to become the real me. She informed me
that she was now working for her Mom’s friend performing remote
beauty services in Northern Arizona. She had passed her exams and
received her Master cosmetologist license. This meant that she could
perform any service, plus teach students also. She loved the freedom
to be able to travel through this area and perform her magic on
women.
In particular,
she is looking forward to one customer, a new client of the Turnabout
Gurl Salon, who shows great promise, although a tomboy phase has
existed in the past, she is sure she could bring out the girly gurl
in this lovely female. I finally realized that Becky is talking about
me, well that brought on the tears again. I wanted all of this since
it was part of the real me, but too many years of suffocating Crystal
by the male part of my persona made it hard to let go.
We talked for a
long while cuddled in each other’s arms about everything. No
decisions were made, just getting it all out there made it somehow
more manageable. The male Chris tried several times to get Becky to
help him out, to get him, at least, one outfit that did not have a
skirt or dress as part of it. I was listening to the male part of me,
a plea for some mercy, all of this just too much for Chris to handle.
Becky informed me
that before the six months was up, Crystal would be the most feminine
female in Arizona. I didn’t quite know what to make of that
statement since Becky’s new skills were not known to me. I did know
that anything she tackled as a project she completed to everyone’s
satisfaction.
About three in
the morning, we slipped into dreamland, still cuddled together on the
love seat. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday because we obviously
would not be able to wake at a decent hour. I managed to get up first
and had to make my way to the bathroom quickly. As I walked to the
bathroom, I felt the nightie swing to and fro around my legs. That
made me smile, but reality surfaced again as I had to remove several
pieces of clothing to be able to use the facilities.
I decided to
change and headed back up to my bedroom to clean up a little and find
something else to wear. Becky soon appeared, apparently having
already found the bathroom. She was shedding clothes as she entered
and made her way to my closet. Her eyes opened wide as she took in
the wide array of clothes available to me. She giggled a little
asking if she could borrow an item or two since it was apparent that
Constance had outdone herself shopping for my wardrobe. I told her
that she could have it all since I really didn’t want to wear
girl’s clothes for six months. Becky turned towards me holding a
mini skirt and a tank top that would not cover up much of my male
body.
I ended up with a
black mini skirt, and a red silk tank top for today’s activities
whatever they may be. Becky borrowed a tan mini skirt and a yellow
cotton tank top to wear. She literally dragged me outside, and we
headed down one of the trails between the cabins. She had conceded to
lower pumps, yeah three inches, with a more blockish heel. We
meandered along the trail coming to one of the benches that our dads
had built.
We sat for a
while as she tried to get me with the program. She finally got a
little testy, telling me that I better accept the new me or it was
going to be a long and boring six months. I asked her what was I
going to do for six months besides change clothes every hour or two.
She giggled mentioning that Constance certainly got you enough
clothes to do that without ever wearing the same outfit twice.
For one thing,
Crystal has to practice her skills if she is going to be the girl
that leaves the cabin after six months. I raised my eyebrows at that
but conceded that I might need a little honing of my skills if I was
to do anything about my alter ego. You need to walk through the
woods, letting yourself go a little. You don’t have any friends,
and you won’t even try to make any, but maybe six months alone will
convince you that there is more to this life than just sleeping,
eating, and dressing in pretty clothes.
I told her that I
would go nuts, and it would all be her fault. She looked at me with a
serious expression on her face, telling me that she loved me as a BFF
but if necessary she would haul my ass into Flagstaff and personally
embarrass me at every place of business that she could arrange. I
didn’t doubt her since she was a person of her word. I immediately
backed down on trying to make her feel guilty. It wasn’t going to
work.
On the matter of
keeping myself busy, she suggested that I take a lot of my stories
and expand on them making them into e-books. You can publish them
yourself from here, and she was sure there were a lot of people like
me that didn’t have the opportunity or two pushy females to make
them face reality. If they gained a little insight or hope from your
stories, that might help them live a life that was difficult with a
little hope.
We strolled back
to the cabin hand in hand, then up to the balcony with the remains of
last night’s wine. We sat on the wicker love seat together and
watched the goings-on in the nearby forest. Two squirrels were
burying nuts, but in between, they managed to entertain us for quite
a while. That and maybe finish a little lovemaking of their own that
had been left unattended to.
We had missed
lunch but decided that it wouldn’t be wise to skip dinner too. I
made my way to the refrigerator looking to see what might strike my
fancy for a dinner meal. Lots of fixings for a salad were prominent
and with a can of chicken breasts a decent and healthy meal. Becky
watched me as I prepared the salad, cutting up the lettuce, tomato,
celery, onions, and sharp cheese to make a bed for the chicken. The
chunks of chicken were added then a couple of olives to spice the
salad up. Some bottled ranch dressing completed the meal, and I
served it to Becky at the kitchen bar. Her snide remark that greeted
my sitting down at the counter was that I would make a wonderful wife
for some person. In an attempt to turn it around I gave her a
passionate kiss on the lips, telling her that I only have love for
one.
Well, that
brought us both suddenly to this place and time. The kiss was a spur
of the moment thing, I didn’t plan it or meant anything by it, but
it sure changed my opinion of Becky. Suddenly my BFF Becky was much
more, a romantic interest, maybe even more than that. I sensed that
Becky was a little stunned at the kiss also. Her only words escaping
her lips was wow where did that come from.
The day suddenly
changed, a kind of uncertain easiness settled over us as we tried to
file the new emotions into the proper file. After dinner, we
adjourned to my bedroom and spent some time pursuing the clothing
choices for tomorrow. Becky was allowed to wear casual clothes
instead of a uniform as she was handling her customers. So her
clothing choices were more like normal female clothing.
However, for me,
she wanted the most girlish clothing in the closet for my attire. She
settled on a micro mini skirt, with a knitted tank top that was
anything but the right size for me. It looked like it was poured on
me, as it hugged my every curve. All the normal sensual female spots
were covered, but boy how the covering accented these areas was
almost sinful.
I didn’t argue
with her about the clothing choices since I figured that as soon as
she left for her appointments, I would simply change them for
something more discreet and less flattering. After the try everything
on to see how it looks session, we each donned a nightie and settled
into the large queen sized bed. The kiss had unnerved me quite a bit,
and I was good, really good with only hugging and quite a bit of
cuddling until we both slipped into dreamland.
Morning, the
worst time of the day, to be subjected to a termination of the
night’s sleep, to be ejected into the harsh light of day as it
streamed into my bedroom through the windows. I needed to use the
bathroom in the worst way, but as I got up, Becky rushed the bathroom
and locked the door. That meant that I had to use the bathroom a
couple of doors down. I made it, but I was sure that there were
little dribbles along the way.
When I sat on the
toilet, the feeling of relief was so erotic. I guess that is what
happens when you fail to go thru the night because that would mean
that you had to leave the comforts of the bed. I wiped in the
approved method and made my way back to the bedroom. There was Becky
sitting at the vanity brushing her hair, making a remark about the
fact that I was not as fast as I used to be.
Becky was soon on
her way to her first appointment, a few miles outside of Holbrook. It
was a wash and set, a manicure and a cosmetic makeover for a lady
that had been confined to her house because of her health. The other
two appointments were also in Holbrook, although a few miles apart.
One was a permanent, and the other for adding hair extensions for an
upcoming wedding.
I decided not to
change clothes, since what I had on was comfortable although a little
scandalous. I cleaned up the kitchen, then went through the cabin
making sure all was neat and tidy. I had some fresh fruit for lunch,
then decided to write a little while to occupy my time. One of my
stories was quite far along; maybe I could finish it and make an
e-book out of it. I wrote for several hours, getting it almost to the
conclusion, then decided that I better start to fix dinner.
Becky and I had
decided that she would stay with me unless her appointments took her
to the other side of Flagstaff, where the distance would be too much
to commute every day. I found some hamburger meat and decided to make
a meatloaf, and then some baked potatoes to accompany it. I was kind
of lost in my actions, wearing a cute apron to keep my outfit clean
and neat. I didn’t hear Becky come in until she snuck up behind me
and kissed my ear. The fact that the stereo was blasting away with
the songs of Olivia Newton-John probably had something to do with the
fact that I didn’t hear her come in.
I jumped when she
kissed me, then she grabbed me and held me close making sure the kiss
that she was now giving was done properly. Since I had a hard time
getting my breath back, I think she succeeded. She helped get the
food to the kitchen bar and then opened two diet drinks for us. My
stool was held for me, and then she scooted her stool closer so that
we were almost touching. I asked her about her day; then she
proceeded to tell me all about it. She finished earlier than she
expected so she made a beeline for the cabin.
We kissed several
times during the meal, with Becky always the one to initiate the
kiss. I melted into each kiss, the feelings I received when she
kissed me making my toes curl. She helped me with the dishes, and
then we adjourned to the porch with two fresh drinks. We watched the
sunset together, along with the two amorous squirrels. She grabbed my
hand and led me into the cabin, then up to our bedroom.
I know two days,
and I am calling it our bedroom, but that is how I saw it. She had
grabbed one of her cases as we headed upstairs, leading me to the
vanity. I was forced to sit, and she opened the case, where
everything to do with nails was spread out before me. She sat on a
stool on the other side of the vanity and proceeded to work on my
nails. She removed the polish that I had put on but had more in mind
than just a polish change.
My cuticles
needing to be trimmed a fact that I had apparently left for way too
long, according to Becky. Then she added some extensions, way too
long for my liking, but she assured me that I would soon get the hang
of it. A vibrant deep red polish after a clear base coat was applied,
and then two more coats to assure they were sufficiently red. A clear
top coat, then a stint under a U.V. light to set the polish. She
assured me that nail polish remover would not touch it, but since
there was not any in the cabin, I would not have to worry about it.
After my nails
were sufficiently dry and set, we dressed for bed, and then we set on
the upstairs porch for a while to unwind. I ran my fingers over the
smooth polished surface of my new nails several times, wondering how
it would be to wear polish all the time. Then my mind recovered from
the abyss it was in, shouting that stupid you are wearing nail polish
now and for the foreseeable future. We cuddled for quite some time,
no words needed, then made our way to the bed.
A quick trip to
the bathroom and then I slipped under the covers next to my BFF, at
least that was what I was telling myself as I got as close as I could
to her warm and inviting body. The bathroom experience was not
without an incident or two since my new long nails got to my body
long before they should have. A small price to be beautiful I guess.
We sneaked a kiss or two and then were fast asleep, locked in each
other’s embrace.
Another morning,
not as bad as some since I woke up next to Becky. She calls the salon
every evening to find out about her appointments for the next day so
she can make appropriate plans. Her first appointment is never before
ten A.M., so she has time for the commute. Today she didn’t have
any appointments till three P.M. The trouble with that is the
appointment is in Williams Az., on the other side of Flagstaff. Then
three appointments the following morning there and in Ashfork, a few
miles further west.
With Becky not
coming home tonight, she decided that I needed more girly time. She
goes out to her van and retrieves another one of her cases that she
works from. She sets it up in the bedroom, then has me strip and lay
on the bed. I am told to close my eyes and keep them closed as she
works her magic. She uses several creams on my chest over the next
hour, massaging them in, them after ten to twenty minutes she removes
them with a damp rag.
I am now
presuming that I am hairless on my upper torso, from the feel as she
moves her hands over my nipples. I never had much hair to start with,
the small patch in the middle of my chest and a little leg hair all
that I managed to grow in my early years. She fiddles with my nipples
a little, and when I try to lift my head to see what she is doing,
she lays one of the rags over my eyes to block the view. She tells me
to lay perfectly still, or she will be required to restrain me that
said with a definite giggle.
I feel two cold
objects being placed over my nipples, and then a noise as a motor is
turned on. The skin of my breast is sucked into the objects and
apparently starts to fill the object as I can feel the contact of my
skin to the inside of the object. Then the pump goes to a cycling
stage where it runs then shuts off, then repeats the practice. Becky
again tells me that I need to lay still, or she will tie me down. I
don’t doubt that in the least so I try to lay still.
I figure that I
will soon be the proud owner of breasts, although what size and for
how long an unknown. I trust Becky, but this is more than just
dressing up in clothes of the opposite sex. She leans next to my ear
and whispers that I will feel a pin prick but do not move, or she
will leave me tied to the bed while she is on the other side of the
state. I feel a prick in each nipple; apparently, I just received a
shot in each nipple.
My anxiety level
goes up several notches, as she lays next to me and cuddles me,
calming me down with whispers in my ear and touches to my face. It
seems like hours before she is done and gets up. The pump is shut
off, the noise in the room ceases. She unhooks something from the
objects on my chest then removes the rag over my eyes. It takes me a
minute to adjust to the light, and then a few seconds to see what is
on my chest. Another few seconds to faint, the image of two very
significant breasts perched on my chest inside two plastic domes to
be etched in my memory forever.
I woke a little
later to Becky wiping my forehead with a damp cloth, then a wonderful
kiss from her as she plays with my tongue. I raise my head again to
see if I had been dreaming, but the breasts are still there, encased
in the plastic domes. The breast forms stay, they will eventually
dissolve leaving just natural breast tissue. A sexy bra now holds the
forms, a bra with breasts overfilling the cups. Becky tells me that
some of the volume will go away as the swelling goes down, but the
bra will still be full when all is said and done.
I guess Crystal
is really going to be around for the next few months. The breasts
that Becky has bestowed on me seem to be attached to my body,
although I have no idea how. They are not forms that have been glued
on; that would be far easier to remove, these are a part of me, they
move as I breathe causing me to wonder where this is headed. I
suddenly find myself a female, not a male impersonating a female, but
a breast wielding member of the gentler sex.
She hands me a
negligee to slip over my protuberances; now it seems almost sinful if
I am not covered up at least some. An addition of a basic female part
and things have changed so much in such a little time span. We
adjourn to the kitchen to make a couple of sandwiches before she has
to leave to make her appointments. She pays more than a little
attention to my breasts, in fact, I suspect the reason I received a
negligee.
After a delicious
lunch, although I do not remember what exactly I ate, she gathered
all her cases and headed to her van. I know it has only been a couple
of days, but I am fearful that she is leaving me for a day, although
I do receive extra kisses and a big hug as she gets in her van and
leaves. I stand and look as the van disappears down the road, then
head back inside. Now I have to find something to occupy my time, a
task that I can get lost in, to keep my mind off things, especially
Becky.
I decide to write
for a while, hoping that I can get immersed in it enough to forget
what is going on. I pick one of my stories that I had laid out the
general outline of and start writing. I use a little of what is
happening to me in the story, the hero (heroine) being left with only
women’s clothes to wear, and no way to change the status quo for a
while. I get into it and by early afternoon, I had written almost
four thousand words.
I took a minute,
actually several minutes and re-read the part I had written. It flows
along in a pleasant manner, the heroine trying to figure a way out of
her predicament, no matter what she tries she is stuck in her
feminine prison. Then she comes up with the idea to try and find
someone to help her out, but who will help and where is she going to
find this person. At that point, I had stopped jotting down my ideas.
I decide to
research my story a little and venture to the general store a few
miles away and see what I can come up with. I slip on some more
practical clothes, a longer skirt with a cute sleeveless tank top
both in a light tan color. There is nothing but heels to wear, but I
found a pair with a blockish heel that might allow me to use the
pedals on the bike that we kept around the cabin for this sole
purpose. There was no way that I was going to walk the two miles
there and back in heels.
It took a couple
of spins around the cabin to perfect my cycling, but I did manage to
get the gist of things eventually. I meandered along, not needing to
be in a hurry to get there, and not wanting to exert myself. A young
lady does not do things that result in sweating or perspiring in any
shape or form. If you have never tried riding a bike with heels on it
is a real trip, if I was careful I managed to keep the flat part of
the heel on the pedal thus allowing me to navigate the short distance
to the store. Surprisingly I did make it there in one piece, parked
the bike in front of the store, and then went inside. Luckily for me
it was a women’s bike, much easier to mount and dismount from.
I was more than a
little apprehensive about being out dressed as a female but hoped
that my new accessories were realistic enough to sway the fence
sitters. Walking up the three steps to the porch of the general store
was different. I had walked these steps before on many occasions, but
the movement of my breasts jiggling in their cups of my bra was more
than a little disconcerting. Then to be treated to the door of the
store being opened for me, another first, although I am not
complaining about the simple act.
I made my way
inside, looked around, familiarizing myself with what they carry and
made a couple of selections. Upon reaching the counter I saw a
familiar face, Mrs. Stapleton was the wife of the owner of this store
and had been a fixture for many years. She greeted me asking if there
was anything else I needed or couldn’t find. I did think of some
ink for my printer since a trip to one of the larger towns was
probably out of the question.
For special
orders, they made a habit of picking them for you, charging only the
cost of the item plus a small fee for transportation. I gave her the
numbers of the ink cartridge, then asked if she could put it on our
account. Luckily she could do that for me. There was no one else in
line, so she chatted with me for several minutes. She wanted to know
where I was staying and without thinking, I told her with my parents,
the Hamiltons. She gave me a once over inspection and smiled.
Nothing was said
further, as several other customers came into the establishment. One
of the young girls was a friend of Becky’s, although I had met her
before, we had very little interaction with each other since Becky
only saw her a couple of times a year when she was at the cabin. Her
name was Cynthia James, although Becky always called her C.J., a name
that stuck, so everybody now called her C.J. She asked if the bike
outside was mine, and I told her it was. She thought it might have
been since it was a girl’s model, and I was the only female in the
store other than Mrs. Stapleton.
Her quick glance
at my heels and I knew what the next question would be about. She
offered to take me back to my cabin since she had to go by it to
reach hers. We could put the bike in the back of her pickup, and I
could ride in style. She had heard me say that I was staying at the
Hamilton place, and since most everybody knows where all the
non-vacationers lived she knew where the place was. I was told that
her friend Becky lived next door, and she couldn’t wait until Becky
came up for the season. I told her that Becky was now a stylist and
is working for a beauty salon doing beauty treatments over most of
northern Arizona.
I thanked Mrs.
Stapleton for her help, with her asking me to lunch sometime this
week to share a little girl talk. I told her I would call, as soon as
I knew my schedule. I loaded the bike into the bed of her pickup, no
mere feat for someone in heels and ladies clothes. C.J. talked a mile
a minute as she drove to the cabin, with me getting a word in
edgewise every now and then. When we reached my cabin, I invited her
in for a soda, just trying to be polite. We grabbed two drinks and
went to the upstairs balcony to talk.
It was all of the
standard female questions, about my family, about where I was going
to school, and whether I had a boyfriend or not. I thought I had
answered all of the above satisfactorily, but C.J. was more astute
than her blond hair implied as she asked me if I enjoyed dressing as
a female. I was stunned that I had been found out and wanted to know
what had given me away more than answering her question. She told me
that my looks and actions were perfectly female, but the portrait in
the great room was a dead giveaway. The portrait was of my parents,
with their son and daughter done only a year ago.
The reason C.J.
put two and two together was that the artist was her mother, and she
had made the comment while painting the portrait that the Hamilton’s
had only one son and daughter, and I didn’t look anything like my
sister. The resemblance between my image in the portrait and me live
was too great to be ignored. C.J. took my dressing as a matter of
fact thing; she soon changed the topic to what I am doing this
summer. I am truthful, no need for an elaborate scheme, just the
truth, learning to be a girl.
“Well for that
you need a girlfriend, someone to confide in, someone to share your
experiences, and someone to teach you girl talk. She just happens to
know someone, and feels that we would get along together quite well.”
She had dinner with her parents tonight; they were visiting, then
they too were going on vacation, Hawaii their choice of destinations.
C.J. told me she would see me tomorrow morning, we could talk and
find something to occupy our time. I got a hug as she left, as I just
stared at her retreating figure. I just made a possible friend, her
acceptance of me as a female made me think what is happening here?
Most of my life as a loner, ostracized from society, yet two days as
a female and I have a lover and a girlfriend. Did I forget to mention
that I was eighty percent female in body already, with most of the
six month period left.
I made my way to
the kitchen, put together a salad for dinner, then made a pitcher of
tea, actually green tea, my favorite. I nibbled on the salad as I
thought of the day’s activities, from Becky giving me breasts, to
meeting C.J. and her discovering the truth about me. It is almost a
non-event, going to the store I accepted the breasts as a part of me,
never thinking about the fact that I now possessed C cup breasts.
Then with C.J. talking and her discovery of the real me, so I had
been found out, no big deal.
After cleaning up
the dishes and putting everything away, I sat down and wrote some
more. Still utilizing what actually is happening to me in the story.
I stayed at it through the night, for some reason I didn’t want to
go to bed alone, finishing the story as the sun came over the
horizon. I decided I needed a bath, so I dragged myself to the
bathroom and concocted a bath loaded with bubbles and sweet-smelling
salts. I lowered my body into the bubbles and breathed in the scent.
It is true heaven on earth. I relaxed and swished the water around
some, enjoying the warm water on my breasts. The semi rigid forms had
totally dissolved, now just natural breast tissue remaining. My
nipples got rather pointy and swollen, I thought about playing with
them but knew C.J. would soon be over, so that would have to wait. I
washed myself with a perfumed soap; now I am sure I would smell like
a female for quite some time. I dried myself and made for my closet
to find something to wear.
To no one’s
surprise, I found another sundress that called to me. A white lace
design with lavender ribbon woven through parts of the lace. Very
pretty and feminine, but then looking at the closet of clothes Sis
had picked out, not many of them were anything but girly. A pair of
four-inch heels and I am ready for whatever. Yes I did succumb to a
bra and panties, but drew the line on stockings.
C.J. turned up
shortly thereafter. I invited her in, and we partook of some diet
drinks. She wanted to walk the trails some, so we headed for the
door. She made a remark about my heels, but I explained that I had
nothing but heels, so they would have to do. I got a funny look, but
we set off on the trail leading to the store. We meandered along, she
wanted the back story of my dressing, how I was up here alone and
without any type of clothing that resembled masculine in shape or
form. We sat on one the benches that my father had built along the
trails, and I started from scratch and told her everything.
She listened
attentively to all that I had said, not making any comment or further
question. I presumed from her silence that something about my story
had upset her, so I suggested that we return to the cabin. As we were
walking back she asked if I would let her read one of my stories, I
figured that it wouldn’t make anything worse than it was so I
agreed. When we got back to the cabin, I retrieved my completed story
and handed it to her. She took it and curled up in one of the wicker
chairs on the balcony and started reading. I made us some lunch, just
some cute little sandwiches, decorated with olives, pickles, and
peppers along the side of the sandwich. A few potato chips on the
other side of the sandwich, and I took them out to the balcony. I
handed her the sandwich, but she declined it, just a few more pages
to read, I sat there on the love seat, watching her read and trying
to figure out if she liked the story or not.
She got to the
last page, then laid the pages down. She stared off into the distance
lost in her thoughts. She sat upright and asked if I had any more
stories in progress, I retrieved my laptop and opened up where I kept
my stories. She clicked on one of them, then reached for her
sandwich. I handed it to her, then leaned back and ate mine. This
went on for over three hours, as she read the parts of each story
that I had finished, no comment said during all of this time.
Finally, she seemed to be finished and came to sit next to me. She
wanted to know what I am going to do with the stories. I gave her a
puzzled look, I haven’t planned on doing anything with them, they
are just something to pass the day with, something to keep me busy
and not thinking about myself.
She told me she
has a friend who does some publishing of her own fiction, and she has
done some editing for her of her stories. She would like her to read
the finished story, and see what she thinks. I handed her the story
on a disc and told her to have at it, I couldn’t see how it would
amount to anything, but she is welcome to try.
C.J. looked at me
seriously and told me that I needed to finish the other stories, they
are too good to be left unfinished. The look I gave her in return
made her laugh. They are, you need to stay in the cabin until you
finish them. Then she wanted to know if I could write new ones, did I
have any ideas for more stories? She seemed very interested, but I
think she is just being nice, surely nothing I could write would
interest others.
It was two days
later when C.J. came bouncing over to the cabin. She had another lady
with her, dressed business like and with a briefcase along with her
purse. I presumed a lawyer by her looks. C.J. entered the cabin
asking if I was decent. I came out of the kitchen where I was making
me some lunch and I immediately got hugged. I was not expecting it, I
considered her a friend but we had not known each other that long.
She introduced her friend and dragged me to the kitchen bar.
The lady was
Veronica Stapleton and she had an offer for me. I sat there my mouth
wide open in amazement as she offered to buy all of my books as they
are completed. The deal gave me fifty-one percent of the sales, plus
extra for personal appearances at book signings. I did have to give
them an exclusive on any future writings, one that I had mixed
emotions about. What if I couldn’t produce any more stories worthy
of publication, I was told that was their problem, and for me to just
concentrate or writing more stories.
They left about
two hours later, leaving me with a signed contract and a check for
fifty thousand dollars. I gave her what I had written so far on
several stories for her to review and promised that I would have
another completed story in a few weeks. I did not notice till later
that the check was made out to Crystal. Another problem to deal with.
Becky got in late
after spending three days away from me. I was woman-handled at the
door, kisses, gropes and hugs given freely. I had dinner ready and
she set on my lap to eat, with me giggling at her actions. We
adjourned to the sofa where she told me of her customers and her
missing me at night. I had mistakenly left out the contract on the
coffee table and she spotted it. Zooming in on it she read it
thoroughly than hauled off and hit me hard on the shoulder. Again on
my lap and her nose right next to mine she demanded all the details
or she was going to undress me and throw me outside for nature to
deal with me.
I confessed all
to her, she was ecstatic but was trying so hard to not let it show.
My sister was called and they discussed me in detail along with the
deal. I was never given a chance to talk to her, Sis and Becky
deciding on what was to be done. Their conversation ended and Becky
wanting to see the check.
In the back of my
mind I had hoped that doing something with the check would allow me
to escape my solitude, but Sis had already taken steps just in case
and after Becky told me of their existence I realized that Sis was so
much smarter than me. I let out a big sigh, then signed the back of
the check after filling out a deposit slip that Becky came up with
somehow. The Bank had a branch in Payson and Becky would make the
deposit tomorrow morning. I was now rich and somewhat independent but
lacked any means to do anything with the money.
I did get to
cuddle Becky in bed all night, a most welcome action that I savored.
It was several days later when Becky turned up early dressed to the
nines. I was told to put on a dress that she was carrying in a
garment bag over her shoulder and she would do my hair and makeup. I
emerged a little later blushing red all over. The dress was brief,
barley covering my panties. The neckline exposed most of my assets
and hugged my body hard. My hair was pinned up with curls dangling
over my ears and spilling down my back. The makeup was applied
heavier than usual, leaving no doubt about the gender of the person
underneath it. I was hustled out to her van and she drove off after
locking the cabin up.
I tried to get
the skirt to cover more of my thighs, but it was useless. It did keep
me occupied doing so, not noticing till later we were already on I-40
heading west. I asked a few questions but Becky just had a smirk on
her face the whole time, not bothering to answer any with a
meaningful response. When we turned north at Kingman I had an idea of
where we were headed. I swallowed hard, wondering if what I was
thinking was Becky’s plan. Sure enough we pulled into the outskirts
of Las Vegas and she stopped at the first wedding chapel on the
highway.
She parked in
their parking lot and turned and faced me. Since you are not
screaming I presume you know what we are here for. I have always
loved you from the first day we met all those years ago. Then when
Crystal emerged some I was hopelessly enamored with you. Most of this
scenario is my idea, to get Crystal out and in charge. Now we are
going in there and getting married, then to a hotel where I can screw
you all night. I have the only piece of clothing you will need
tonight, a skimpy little pink nightie.
I was shocked but
also so happy, I started to mention needing a marriage license and me
not bringing any identification. Becky’s smirk returned as she
waved a handful of papers in her hand. I decided less talk and more
action was needed as I launched myself at her from the passenger
seat. I grabbed a hold of her kissing and groping anything I could
reach. The steering wheel was a problem, but Becky managed to get her
door open and dragged me across the seat giggling away. She literally
carried me inside as I was lip locked on her mouth. I heard the lady
handling the marriages giggle as Becky handed her the documents and
used her hands to request a marriage license. It was less than a half
hour later when she married us and Becky carried me back to the van.
Once she checked us in at the hotel I was hustled upstairs and into
our room. I looked around to see a heart shaped bed then nothing more
as my dress was removed and the skimpy nightie was dropped over my
head. I don’t remember much after that, just a lot of wonderful
feelings coursing through my body for hours. It was heaven on earth,
all of my years of suffering and angst now culminating in this
wonderful new life for me. I was indeed dropped into the deep end,
but I came out just fine.
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2024 by Francesca