Friday, June 21, 2024

Quinntessa; Hold That Pose

Quinntessa; Hold That Pose

The ad in the local paper caught my eye. I reread it several times making sure that I was understanding exactly what the ad said.

Local company looking for a live mannequin for their store. Shift is five hours long, Monday thru Saturday. Either male or female can apply. Applicant must be slim of build and between five-eight and five-ten in height. Must be flexible and willing to model any type of clothes. Pay is ten dollars an hour. We will be hiring three individuals for the position to cover all hours of the store’s operation. Apply in person. T Gurl Fashions, located across from the mall’s southern entrance.

It sounded too good to be true but I didn’t waste any time in throwing on some clothes and heading over there. It seemed I was not the only one interested in the job judging from the line out the door of the store. As the line made its way inside, I realized that the clothes I would be modeling would most likely be female, since that is all the store sold.

It took an hour to make it to the front of the line then I was taken to an office at the back of the store. A taller lady asked me my name, if I worked or if I was a student. I responded no to the working, but a student who is trying to finish my degree, still lacking about twelve hours to graduate.

I was handed a stretchy white garment resembling a leotard and asked to step into the curtained area and put it on leaving the rest of my clothes in there. The garment was very tight, with me having to pull and twist to finally get it in place. I had attempted to put it over my shorts, but one look and I realized that will never happen. So off with the white garment, remove my boy shorts and then attempt to get it up and positioned on my body. I ended up having to tuck my penis back between my legs, the garment holding it there snugly. It was uncomfortable at first but I hoped to be able to put up with the discomfort until I was finished with the interview.

It felt funny as I emerged from the dressing room, luckily for me my male thingy was too scared to react. I saw myself in the mirror right outside the dressing room, not much masculine about my appearance anymore. The fact that I hardly possessed any body hair only emphasized that fact. I had done as instructed, stepping out naked except for the ultra-tight garment I was wearing.

Ms. Parker introduced herself, she would be the one to outfit me and oversee my work. I was shown a pose and told to not move from it. She slid a dress over my shoulders, then slipped my arms into the sleeves then over my shoulders and zipped up in the back. The dress startled me a little, I knew it would be female clothes, but a dress right to start was quite a surprise. I guess a test to see how I would react. I kept my stance, trying not to move any at all. She adjusted it on my body, pulling it here, tucking it there, and making sure it fit appropriately. Then she unzipped it and removed the dress. Another one was put on the same way, this one a form fitting dress, molding itself to my body from the shoulders to my thighs.

I have no idea what I thought the mannequin would be wearing but dresses was not one of those considered. The ad did say all types of clothing, my original assumption that it would be male apparel obviously very wrong. I know as the first dress settled on my shoulders that my facial coloring had moved into the red spectrum. I just hoped that it was not that noticeable.

Then she had me follow her out to the store, having me pose on a dais near the register. I was now naked except for the basic white stretchy garment standing in a store with customers. I was posed again the same as before, leaving me to get something from the back. She repeated her actions earlier, bringing a dress for me to wear, sliding it on and making adjustments as necessary. This was done for five more dresses, each one very different in style and material. When she removed the last dress she approached with a bra, fastening it around me, then sliding a breast form in each cup. A scarf was fixed around my neck and she let me stand there for quite a bit of time. I wasn’t looking for a clock, just trying to remain still and immobile so I had no idea how much time had expired.

I could feel the band of the bra around my chest, tighter than I presumed a bra would be on my body. I glanced around with my eyes to see if anybody was staring at me. In my limited field of vision no one was even looking at me. Even the line of applicants that was behind me had now suddenly disappeared. In just a bra with a scarf around my neck I was amazed, almost naked and no one even cared.

Then she approached and added lipstick to my lips, sliding a wig over my hair. Nothing was said, I just tried to maintain my composure and position as she added these items to my attire. Finally she approached and asked if I could stay relatively motionless for an hour I blinked my eyes and she left. I could taste the lipstick on my lips, the longer hair at the back of the wig caressing my neck sending shivers up and down my spine.

She interviewed some others, but none of them were asked to do what I was doing. Finally she came and got me to return to her office. She reached out her hand, the job was mine if I wanted it. Nobody else was interested after they found out what it entailed, so I could work all the hours I wanted. A thirty minute rest period every two hours, paid, of course, then another stint.

It would be similar to what I did today, the clothes would vary, makeup as needed and either a wig or my own hair styled if I had the time. I would be classified as an independent contractor, so there would be no overtime. I would bill the hours weekly minus any time for hair styling or other beauty services, but she would add a cash bonus to compensate for the time necessary to complete those specific services.

I was given a list of times she would prefer to have a mannequin, but would try and be flexible in when I worked. I had one class that interfered, but only had two more weeks of it before the semester break. She looked over the one discrepancy and made an adjustment and we were set. Tomorrow afternoon I would start. She did ask that I shave my body hair, anything below my neck and she would make an appointment for it to be handled by the salon in the future.

I was ecstatic at getting the job, not fully realizing that I would be pretty much naked a lot of the time. That fact sunk in later as I was celebrating my new found job by eating out. That evening I managed the task of shaving my body hair, although it took almost an hour and quite a bit of contortion to finally accomplish that task. For a male to be asked to shave his body, that is an almost impossible task. No prior experience at doing it, and then having to contort my body to reach all the spots that always seemed just a tad beyond my reach.

The next day I attended university in the morning and then went to the clothing store. I went into the back and undressed, sliding on the underwear she had furnished. It was a girdle like item that was very tight on me. I was instructed to tuck myself, pushing my balls back inside my body and my penis back between my legs. Once the garment was pulled up everything pretty much stayed in place. The same white stretchy body suit as yesterday was slipped on and I was ready to go to work.

I was told to stand on a dais, with one hand on a pole to steady myself. The dais was wheeled out to the sales floor and my time started. I got another bra, this one a push up bra. Once secured she pulled the extra flesh on my chest up into the bra, providing me with some cleavage. Different dresses were put on me during the first two hour stint, sometimes left on for some time as she was helping a customer with her selections.

When the time was up I was wheeled back to the back and helped down off the dais. I used the time to stretch and use the bathroom, then sipping a little water getting ready for the next stretch. Before she wheeled me out this time she made up my face with a full complement of cosmetics. The wig was added and I began my next stint as a mannequin. Only five or six changes this time, her store now quite busy with customers. Most of them complimented her on the lifelike mannequin, several times buying the outfit I was wearing. It was kind of embarrassing as my clothes were removed so that the customer could try them on for herself.

On more than one occasion I was touched and groped, customers trying to see if I was real or artificial. Ms. Parker said she would see what could be done to prevent the groping, she wanted to maintain the illusion of an artificial mannequin, not some human disguised as one. The next few days were the same, I came to love my time as a mannequin a time to reflect and think of other things. I found out I could zone out, my light breathing the only connection to my physical self. When I came in for my Friday shift, she caught me before I could change and asked if I would allow her to get my hair styled.

I didn’t see a problem, like most colleges these days you could find almost any look displayed there for all to see somewhere on the campus. I was given an address and told they would take care of my hair giving me a feminine hairstyle. Then there would be no need for the wigs. I drive over there and found myself in a feminine paradise. I was taken back promptly, my hair washed and conditioned. Then cut into a feminine style, even still wet the look now definitely female. Set in curlers and placed under a dryer, the gentle heat easing my body into dreamland.

After being awoken, I was moved to the styling chair and the curlers were removed. I was watching as she started to style my hair, then looked at my hands. I now had long fingernails, painted a bright pink. I never realized when it was done, but it made such a difference in my appearance. They were quite noticeable, anyone looking at me would first see my hair then my long nails.

Ms. Parker had handled the bill already, the store was still open so I went back to let her see what her new mannequin looked like now. As soon as I entered I was taken to the back and told to strip. I was handed a new garment rather stiff, but covered in lace. It pulled on like panties, but confined my male apparatus tightly against my groin.

A bra was added, my extra skin pulled up into the cups of the bra. No white undergarment today, just the panties and bra. On the dais again and moved out to the store proper. There seemed to be a lot more attention on me today, I guess the hairstyle added to the illusion significantly. I was out there for almost two hours, the store packed with customers.

Finally she was able to wheel me to the back, grabbing my face and kissing me hard on the lips. She left me to my own devices, since she still had a packed store. I was able to get out of the clothes, but couldn’t find my male clothes. Twenty minutes later she came back to her office and handed me a bag of clothes. Since my hair was now very girly she suggested I wear female clothes, to keep from having issues about my gender with less understanding individuals.

I nodded my head in agreement, but did have a few serious doubts. In the store was one thing, but out in the real world and having to interact with other people maybe not a good idea. Tonight I had no choice, since my male clothes were missing. I looked in the bag, a blouse and pair of slacks were there along with some clean underwear, presumably for tomorrow. The blouse was neutral, other than some lace around the neck and sleeves and the bust darts. The pants however, were very girly tight fitting in the hips and flaring out to ridiculous proportions. The back zipper didn’t help any, a male at a distinct disadvantage trying to get it up and fastened.

I did make it to my car, and then to my apartment, but was constantly looking over my shoulder to see who was laughing at my appearance. I lived on the second floor, having to climb a set of stairs to get there. There is five other apartments on the second floor, so getting in undetected might be a problem. I was right outside my door, getting my keys out of my purse, another recent addition to my attire before I left the store, when the door across the hall opened and Barb came out staring at the girl going into my apartment. Removing my keys proved to be a difficult task to start with for a male, the long nails only making it harder. I was hoping she would let it drop, maybe ask later about the strange girl.

No luck she followed me into the apartment turning me around so she could get a better look at my face. She let out a squeal that would deafen most eardrums then hugged me tight. I was carefully scrutinized in the next ten minutes then she led me to my couch, set me down and parked herself right next to me. “Okay I need the whole story from the start and do not leave anything out.” She grabbed my hand as she finished that statement, probably to insure I wouldn’t try to make a run for it.

I explained the whole thing about me getting the job, the times I have worked already and the hair style and nails today. She hung on every word, assuring me that she would come to the store tomorrow to see me working. I explained that I didn’t move, just a lowly mannequin displaying clothes for my bosses customers. I tried my best to talk her out of coming to the store, I had an idea that she would most likely interrupt my concentration and I didn’t want to upset Ms. Parker.

She wanted me to tell her everything again, I could tell she was fascinated by my tale. I did repeat the happenings of the last few days, then she suggested some nourishment. I agreed, thinking she would go out and get us some burgers. She did want the burgers, but instead of her going out I was dragged along as we both went to the drive-in four blocks down the street. I felt a little better about going out with her next to me, by the time we got there I had relaxed some. We did get some attention, but just normal male attention to pretty girls. Shit, did I just lump myself in the pretty girl category?

After eating I tried again to convince her not to come to the store. I finally gave up, when she told me that she would meet me at my last class and walk me to the store. The next day’s classes were almost a non-event. I was sure I would get noticed, because of the hair and nails, but one female in my history class the only one to notice anything. She had noticed my hair and complimented me on the style, much better than my ratty ponytail.

After my last class Barb did track me down attaching herself to my arm as soon as she was within reach. When we reached the store she looked around while I slipped into my outfit. As I was wheeled out to the front of the store, I heard a giggle. I presume it was her, my lack of clothes causing the giggle. As soon as the dais was wheeled out the store became packed. It was like they were waiting for the mannequin to be displayed. I got changed into the one dress and that was the only one she had a chance to utilize, the register being quite busy from then on. Today she had even had an additional sales associate to help her, but still could not get loose. It was almost three hours before she could get me moved to the back for a break.

Barb did try and influence me during the rush, feeling my dress and moving my arm up and down. She also made funny faces at me trying to get me to break my concentration. I managed to stay focused, but not sure quite how I was able to accomplish that, some of her faces she made were quite comical.

Ms. Parker did get me out on the floor one more time that afternoon, but cut it short when the store started getting crowded again. The last outfit was a mini skirt with a see through lace blouse, my bra clearly showing through the blouse. I noticed a rack next to where I was displayed with the items on it, by the time I was returned to the stock room the display was nearly empty. Barb waited for me to change, Ms. Parker giving me another outfit to wear home. A summer cotton gingham dress with a full skirt.

We walked home, about a twenty minute walk since it was still daylight and the weather was so nice. I felt the difference wearing a skirt outside, the cool breeze finding its way up my skirt quite often. Not enough to raise the skirt, but enough to allow me to feel every little gust. As we entered the apartment building, several of the guys that are on the first floor greeted Barb, wanting her to introduce me to them. I spoke softly, extremely nervous as I faced these three guys. Barb knew them, and cut the introduction short, introducing me to them as her cousin, who already has a dreamy boyfriend, so you guys are out of luck. Once we got to my apartment I thanked her, she suggested that I get a cheap engagement ring to wear that will help to keep the Lotharios at bay.

Ms. Parker was thrilled at my help in making the store more profitable. My first check was quite substantial, a pleasant surprise for me. The next week went like the first, often once I was out on the floor the store would get so busy that I was out there for four or five hours. I had bathroom problems the first couple of times, then when I saw it was going to be a recurring problem I cut down my liquid intake from before lunch till I reached the store. That seemed to solve the problem, so I was able to survive the longer periods on the sales floor. Each day I received a new outfit to wear home, having to remove a couple of my male outfits to get them all in my closet. Barb was thrilled with that, since we were almost the same size she would on occasion borrow an outfit for a date or special occasion.

I did receive a couple more salon procedures, one removing my body hair when it started growing back. They used a cream to handle the job, I was told another use of the cream and I would no longer have any body hair. I only had a few facial hairs, so one application of the cream and I was permanently hair free on the face. The second procedure eliminated my almost non-existent eyebrows, they had been shaped before, but now they were totally missing. I just penciled in a high arch every day and I was good to go.

I eventually got used to the looks I received, I even interacted a little with a couple of the males. I much preferred Barb along with me, her support made everything so much easier. She went with me often, practicing her skills at getting me to crack up. Thankfully she did it when there were few customers around. The store was doing real well, I had already received three wage hikes due to the effect my presence was having on sales. Now Ms. Parker wanted me to come see her Saturday morning, wanting to discuss something she wanted to try.

I showed up an hour early, not knowing how long it would take to tell me what she wanted. She pointed to a chair in front of her desk. As I settled into the chair she told me what she would like me to do. The mall was planning some one day special sales where all stores were expected to participate. Each store depending on the size of the store would be allowed mannequins on raised dais spread throughout the mall. The clothes on the mannequin could be changed as often as they like, but the item displayed had to be offered at a sale price. The thinking that the customers would walk back and forth through the mall looking for a sale on the items they might be interested in. Since the mall is open for twelve hours, lots of possibilities for a sale that they might be interested in.

Of course she wanted to use me as the display, but didn’t know if I could hold out for twelve hours. Any clothing changes would have to be done in full view of the customers. not an impossible task to handle. Food and drink would have to be handled some way, but since the first of these special sale days was not for two weeks, maybe I could work out how to handle the possible difficulties. I told her I would do it, I knew it would be quite beneficial for her store, a whole day of special sales would increase her sales figures significantly.

Now all I had to do was figure how I could handle it. At least, I hoped I would be able to handle it. The food and water was the easiest to handle, I would eat the day before, filling myself up but not overdoing things, as of the night before I would withhold any more food and take only small sips of water. When changing my clothes in the middle of the mall my boss could use a squeeze bottle to give me some water in my mouth, on the pretense of washing something off my lips. As far as waste goes, an enema of which I was not fond of before my stint in the mall would handle most problems, and me wearing a diaper under my foundation garments would handle any potential wetness problems.

As far as support for that long of time her dais had places for supports to be inserted in the base, so we would use some of them. After my outfit was changed my hands would be reattached to those supports to help keep me upright. A more substantial support would run up my back and be hidden under my foundation garment. Once secured I would be unable to move much, that would help me in the later hours to keep from moving as my muscles became stiffer from holding the position for so long.

We decided on a trial run, on the following Saturday. I didn’t eat much Friday, stopping any water intake after midnight. Right before I left for work I gave myself an enema, the act of doing it reinforced my hatred of the task. When I arrived at her shop, she took me back to the room where she usually got me dressed. The dais was there now with larger wheels on the four corners. A rod was in the center sticking up about shoulder high. there were two smaller rods in the corner of the dais, presumably for my hands. I was diapered, her giggling all the time as I was pinned in it. She told me she had added a soaker pad to make sure any liquid would be contained. Then a plastic pair of pants to add an extra layer of protection. Her favorite part was coating that area in baby powder. I am sure I had enough on me for three babies. Most likely she was a frustrated Mother, now I was filling that spot.

Then the body briefer was loosely tied around my body. Some stockings were slid up my legs and attached to the garters hanging down from the brief. A pair of heels in a neutral color that would look appropriate no matter what color clothing I was wearing was added to complete the lower part of my lingerie. Unfortunately they were quite tall changing how I stood. I was moved to the dais, helped up on it and turned so my back was up against the rod in the center of the dais. I was not sure how she was going to connect the rod to me but after a few minutes she had apparently accomplished that part since I couldn’t move away from the rod. My hands were attached to the other rods by sliding them into a mitten, the mitten having a ring at the back of the mitten that slid into a hook on the end of the rod.

I looked at her with a questioning stare, I was immobile and was still half naked. She approached with something in her hand, asked me to open my mouth then shoved the item in it. I was taken aback, not expecting anything like that. It was sticky adhering to the insides of my mouth and my tongue, a few seconds later I couldn’t move my tongue and my mouth was stuck shut. I stared at her, she just smiled, it will keep you quiet and will ooze moisture all day long. Now behave while I get your breasts attached to your chest.

Two quite sizable breast forms were glued to my chest, then slipped into a bra. Since I would be without clothes a lot of the time the bra was lacy and quite pretty. All ready for my debut I was wheeled out to the very front of her store, just inside her front door. I just realized how visible I would be here, no one walking by the store being able to miss seeing me. I did notice that Ms. Parker had hired several more sales associates to ring up customers, allowing her to spend more time to select and dress her mannequin.

The plan was for me to spend eight hours out here, then if it went well a twelve hour stint next Saturday one week before the big mall sale. The first few hours were a little hard, since I had been used to breaks every once in a while. At about the six hour mark I ended up using my diaper, the red in my face a sure sign of me doing the deed. Ms. Parker smiled at me, and I got a pat on my butt as she went to the back again to get more clothes.

There seemed to be a lot of people in the store, but being right out front I could not see how many sales she was getting. I think she changed my outfit twenty-two times, but at the end I was not sure of my count. Barb did make an appearance right near the end of my stint, at least I think it was near the end. With no clocks I had no way of telling time. I did catch her talking with Ms. Parker out of the corner of my eye, wandering what the two of them were cooking up.

Finally I was moved to the back, my eight hours apparently up. I was waiting to be released when Barb came into my field of vision. She walked around me surveying my looks and how I was attached to the dais. She released my one hand and moved it behind my back fastening it to the rod. Then she did the same to my other hand, not much I could do to prevent it since my arms had been immobile for so long they were pretty useless to me. I felt the two hands in the mittens attached to each other and released from the supporting rod. She leaned down and tied a ribbon around each leg at the knees and then together allowing me a short but restrictive stride. The same done to my ankles. She released me from the rod, having to hold me for a moment as all of the weight settled on my feet in the heels. After I moved a little she led me out the back door of the store and into her car. I presume I will be going to her apartment with her.

When we got there she parked in her usual spot and freed me from the seat belt. I was stood outside of her car and a long coat was slid over my shoulders hiding my outfit and my bonds. My ankles were released and I was walked into the building right to her apartment. I tried to head in the direction of my apartment but that was not to be. The gag still in my mouth kept me from voicing any words of protest, so I was soon in her living room in front of her couch. She grasped my head and kissed me, not letting me resist in any way. With my mouth full she was not allowed access, but believe me she is some kisser. I melted into her arms, as she moved her arms lower holding me tight.

Finally my hands were freed from behind my back, but they still were pretty much useless from being secured for so long. The mittens were secured to each other in front of me, a more comfortable way to be trussed up. I was laid down on the sofa, her tying my ankles to the arm of the couch. So much for wandering off and getting away from her. Brief moments of some sanity surfaced every once in a while, wondering why she had kept me tied up when she removed me from the store. I liked her a lot, was comfortable with her but I did wonder why I was still unable to show her how much I wanted to be with her.

She returned a little later with a squirt bottle and flooded my mouth with some liquid. I think it was a juice of some kind, but my taste buds were way off. The blob in my mouth dissolved and the remains of it and the juice slid down my throat. I was released from the couch and taken to her bedroom. Laid on the bed and undressed part way to get to my diaper. I turned red, not liking the idea of her changing my diaper. I tried to tell her no but she told me to be quiet or she would use another of the novel gags on me.

She changed my diaper, with me wondering why she just didn’t take it off. Then the realization she was going to keep me bound and unable to move hence the need for a diaper. I tried again to speak, her holding one of the balls right in front of me convinced me otherwise. I closed my mouth, better to be able to speak.

My dress was pulled back down and I was stood up. She attached my tied hands to the headboard and went to get something from another room. I was looking out the window hoping for some divine intervention when I heard her come back pushing something in front of her.

I rolled my eyes as she entered pushing something just like was at the store. It had three rods instead of the one main one, not as tall as the one at the store. I was quickly helped up on the platform and my butt attached to the back rod. This was done with a strap that went around my waist and through my crotch, the end attached back to the part around my waist. I heard a click and now I couldn’t move from the pole. I was leaned forward and my hands each attached to the poles at the corners of the platform. I can’t say it was comfortable but I guess I could live with it.

Then she unzipped the top part of the dress and slipped it part way down my body until it gathered around my waist. My bra was unfastened and removed then two clips were fastened tightly to my nipples and the cords attached pulled taught to the poles that were holding my hands. Although I had no feeling in the nipples the feeling of my whole breast form being stretched away from my body was there. A hood was slipped over my head and she walked away plunging me into darkness. I was tempted to say something but decided to wait for a while to see if she was coming back. The thought of that blob in my mouth, enough to keep me quiet.

It was easier to take the restriction of not being able to move than at the store, but unable to see anything was certainly a negative. It seemed it took her forever to return, but the hood being removed caused a smile to come to my face. That quickly vanished as I saw what my dinner was going to consist of. I was fed the baby food, almost gagging at the taste of it. Then drank the milk from a sippy cup, not as bad but it also didn’t taste like normal milk. She cleaned me up with a wash rag, then I was kissed passionately.

She explained that I need more practice at being a mannequin, thus I will be spending my nights in training. I groaned out loud causing her to reach for one of the balls. I quickly shut my mouth, hoping the pleading look on my face would stop her from inserting it in my mouth, an action that I could not prevent as tied up as I was. She warned me again that one more sound and she would gag me and leave it in for a week.

So for the next week I spent my time at my classes, then at the store for a six to eight hour shift. Then home to Barb’s apartment. Most nights I was spared the baby food, but as always hand feed every bite of my evening meal.

Always a groping session, where she showed me how much she liked her play toy. I didn’t mind, the amount of kissing, hugging, and body stimulation pretty much made my life quite satisfying. Attached to my home for the night, the hood slid over my head and I was soon asleep.

Several changes due to my attire became apparent over the next few days, wearing heels 24/7 except for when I was bathed caused my tendons to shorten. This made wearing at least a three inch heel a necessity to be able to walk or stand without pain in the calves of my leg. Being in a diaper most of the time and unable to use the restroom like a normal person made me incontinent. That was disturbing to me, but since Barb loved to change my diaper I was not sure how to approach the problem.

The store’s sales continued to climb, most of her business coming when I was on display out front. Ms. Parker told me that quite a few customers would regularly call and ask when the mannequin would be on display, so they could plan their shopping trip to coincide.

It turned out that Ms. Parker hired Barb to handle me, getting me in position and making the clothing changes to me during my time at the store. That freed her up to wait on customers and ring up sales. Prior to our arrival she would pick out the clothes for me to wear, having them on a rack for Barb to use to dress me.

The next Saturday turned out to be a very long day for me. I was staying at Barb’s apartment now, with her taking me to work and back home after my shift. I spent every night on my dais there practicing my craft. That was after a session with my lover where I was shown how much she appreciated me in her life. After removing the hood I was kissed and then an enema nozzle was inserted in my anus. She literally filled me up, the warm water doing all kinds of things to my body. I was then somewhat released and allowed to use the toilet. A follow up of some scented liquid, then the toilet again. I now smelled very feminine standing there. Very seldom does she release all of my restraints, her smirk as I plead to be let loose quite irritating to me.

Diapered after being drowned in baby powder and then secured for my trip to the store. Now instead of a long coat she uses a sheath dress that comes to my ankles. My arms are inside of the dress, the sleeves empty and hanging loose. Once at the store I am undressed then positioned on the dais and secured. A corset is slipped over my body and loosely laced up. Through the laces the means for my attachment to my dais pole is fastened. Now she can tighten the corset to its fullest, but I will nor be leaving the dais till the store closes. The corset comes part way down my thighs, since walking is not an option for me. The top of the corset cradles my breasts that just lay in the cups of the corset.

My feet are slid into a higher pair of heels, my toes seemed to be pointed straight down. It did make standing there a little easier until she raised the pole I was attached to a few inches. Now my full weight was on the pole, the toes of the heels barely touching the dais, the heels almost hanging in the air.

She puts a lot more enthusiasm in my change of clothing than Ms. Parker did, slipping each outfit on while adjusting the fit of the item on my body. My nipples are rock hard all the time along with certain other bits of me. Even though no one can see the other hard on, you can take my word for it. I was getting used to the long hours though, my mind other places during my stint as her mannequin.

The first day of the mall promotion came and at the ungodly hour of seven A.M. I was wheeled into position a few stores from the food court. Here I was sure to be seen by everybody that walked the mall. Barb would change my outfit every thirty minutes, wanting to be sure and impress as many shoppers as possible through the day. I am not sure I will ever get comfortable being naked in front of all of those people. Naked except for some panties and a skimpy little bra. The mall had arranged for a roped off area around each mannequin to keep the customers from poking and handling the clothes. In my case, to keep them from poking and handling me.

I did manage to make it through the entire day, although when I was taken back to the store and released from the dais I was so wobbly I could hardly stand. I was sent home with Barb, Ms. Parker telling me that she had the largest sales in her store’s history, all thanks to me. I did get rewarded by Barb, as she let me sleep in bed with her. As I was lying there I couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning but still wide awake. Finally at three AM I woke her and asked her to put me on the dais and slip the hood over my head. She did have quite a smirk on her face, knowing what she had ingrained in me had worked. It seemed only a few minutes after that was accomplished I was asleep, not remembering anything further till late the next day when the hood was removed.

I did graduate from school, but a year later I am still a mannequin for Ms. Parker, now earning fifteen dollars an hour. I was moved out of my apartment, Barb deciding I was to live with her. She tends to all of our finances, confident that we will soon have enough to afford our own home, a goal she is determined to accomplish. Oh by the way, I have no male clothes left, Barb seeing to their destruction. Along with the loss of male clothes I also lost my male name. Barb in her infinite wisdom decided Quinntessa was to be my new moniker since I was working as a mannequin anyway. The name is proudly displayed on my right butt cheek, with the words property of Barb right below it.

A tattoo I am immensely proud of. Most nights I still sleep on the dais, secured there unless Barb needs me beside her in bed. The fondling, kissing and groping as she handles me during the day more than enough loving attention for me.

I guess that the life of a mannequin was so comfortable for me that is the only way I can proceed in life. With a loving handler, and a stern taskmaster combined in one I am sure I will be kept on the right path, a path to happiness and contentment as a mannequin.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

 

Reese; Trading With Sis

Reese; Trading With Sis

Dad was teaching us about some of the best poets in history, reading us excerpts from their better pieces and then asking us to tell him what the author meant when he wrote it. He would give us some of the history of the poet, what was happening all around them during this time in their life.

The us is my sister and I, our parents are home schooling us, their opinion of the school system barely repeatable. They would take turns with each parent teaching us what they knew best. Today was Dad’s turn, literature and history the topics for the day. Both of them were college professors, well qualified in most subjects. We had a set period for school, starting at seven every morning, and concluding around three in the afternoon.

One hour off for lunch, with my sister and I having to make the lunch. We were spoiled in a way, both of our parents making over a hundred thousand dollars a year. A nice house, several cars, and almost anything we might want. Sis was one year older than me, but we shared a birthday only one day apart. According to Dad, Mom was determined to have me on the same day, but she missed the day by twelve minutes.

We were definitely not a conventional family, as soon as were old enough the task of cleaning a lot of the house and meal preparation was handed over to my sister and I. There was a maid for the more time consuming tasks, laundry, doing the floors, and changing beds among them. But bathrooms and the kitchen were left for us. We both resented it when we first started, but after a while we assumed the duties with no complaints. We shared in the tasks, never really being told to do so, we just figured it out for ourselves.

Every year, we had to take a state test, making sure we were learning what was required. The results were always very good, with both of us scoring in the upper two percentile of home schooled students. Recently our parents started talking to us about activities outside of home to make sure we developed some social skills. Since we would not be going to high school, we would miss a lot of interaction with others. They didn’t want us to miss any of this, a well-rounded person was their goal. To make up for a lack of anything athletic, we were offered classes in any of the martial arts and any type of dance we desired.

As per usual for my sister and I, she chose the martial arts taking Judo and Taikwan do. I selected tap dance and ballroom dancing. Since early childhood she always desired the things that a male would usually want and I always picked the things that a normal young female would desire. Our parents talked to us frequently about it, but there was never any forcing us to do something else. I remember the first time we received presents, a set of construction trucks and a Barbie doll. Sis took the trucks and headed outside to play and I took the Barbie and went to our room to play dolls. Later in life we learned that it bothered our parents greatly, but they never did interfere or force us to choose one or the other.

I think they purposefully made the presents more masculine and feminine to try and get us to do what normal kids do. One Christmas, sis got a beautiful dress and her first pair of heels, I received a suit with white shirt, plus a shiny pair of shoes. We did wait until we went upstairs, with sis wearing my suit and me in her dress. When dinner was announced we appeared in our new clothes, both of our parents giving up on us after that. From that day on we regularly wore each other’s clothes, no comment made by either parent about how we were dressed. I guess if we had been in a regular high school we would have been kidded or bullied, maybe forcing our hand to dress more gender appropriate.

For birthdays and Christmas after that we were give the presents that we would prefer, me receiving skirts and blouses and her pants and shirts. I got CD’s of music I liked and she got computer games. She played online almost every day, her avatars always high scoring, mastering most of the games that were available on the internet.

For years Mom had taken us to her salon, for haircuts, both of us receiving unisex haircuts, where the length of the hair was almost collar length. It was coming up on Reese’s sixteenth birthday and Mom wanted to give her some special pampering for her birthday. Reese, however, wanted nothing to do with it. Over the week before her birthday there were many discussions on the subject, finally Reese told her to take me, I would enjoy it and Mom would get a chance to bond with her other daughter.

Well that shut Mom up for a while. The day before the appointment Mom came to me and asked nicely if I would like to go to the salon for a day of pampering. When I launched myself at her, kissing her all over her face, thanking her for the gift and constantly bouncing up and down on the bedroom floor, I think she gathered that I would like the treat.

Things changed that day, Reese became the name that I used and she became Reed, my old name. I was sure that Mom had something up her sleeve, for a professor she was very bright and according to Dad quite conniving till she gets what she wants.

When Sis and I talked that night before going to sleep, she thought that mom would try and smother me in everything female trying to get me to back away and become a little more normal as far as gender was concerned. I hoped I was up to the challenge. That was one reason that she didn’t want the salon day, for fear that would happen to her.

Mom wanted a daughter to share her life with, Reese just didn’t share in that vision. I wanted that to happen to me, but being born male just about made that impossible. I knew when puberty hit, my last chance to live the life I wanted would disappear or at least diminish greatly. In my case puberty was delayed, already approaching my eighteenth birthday and no sign of any masculine traits like a beard and a deepening voice yet. A visit to the family’s doctor showed no problems that could be detected.

I wore a dress the day of the appointment, hoping Mom would take the femininity as far as she could manage. Maybe a hint to her would make it so. When she came to get me Reese was with her, but dressed in my pants and a t-shirt. I looked bewildered a little, thinking that maybe Reese changed her mind.

I started to say something but Mom stopped me. No talking and get in the car. I looked at Reese but she just shrugged her shoulders. She mouthed I don’t know what this is all about. Mom turned and looked at us both, I told you to stop talking and that includes mouthing the words.

She drove us to a salon, the opulence of it quite apparent. The parking lot was crowded, but Mom eventually found a spot. As we got out of the car she grabbed each of us by a hand and dragged us into the salon. She talked to a receptionist and two technicians were called up. Mom addressed us as she was getting ready to leave. “Do as you are told and I will be back to get you at six tonight. You have no choice, this is your birthday present from your father and me. I have told them not to tell you anything ahead of time, but your schedule is all arranged. I think both of you have wanted this for years, so today is the day. I want your promise that you will abide by your father’s and my decision, if you are violently against it after you have experienced it we will talk about it and possibly reverse it at a later date.”

She looked at us waiting for an acknowledgment, we both said we would abide by their wishes. Mom and Dad can be stubborn at times, but usually their actions are quite well thought out, and they have always made us try out things before we bitched about it. We both let out a sigh, figuring that our fate had already been determined, so objecting to this would be futile.

I was led away to a smaller room and the door closed. My stylist is Haley, a pretty twenty-something female with gorgeous looks. She helps me undress and then has me lay on a padded table. It is cold in the room, goose pimples already forming on my arms and legs. She checks me for body hair, then stirs some thick liquid in a pot on the counter. It is smoothed over a portion of my leg, the warmth of the liquid feeling good, almost hot. Then a cloth is pressed into the liquid and she grabs the end of it and yanks.

Apparently, Mom is quite determined to correct our gender confusion, starting with our looks. I figured I might get some makeup or a feminine hairstyle, but waxing as a first step is quite earth shattering. I knew I didn’t really have much choice, my sister’s and my behavior in the past made all of this a logical step for the future as far as our parents are concerned. I am looking forward to some of this, my love of the feminine through the years only getting stronger as I matured. I presume that our actions have pushed our parents, mainly our Mom to this solution to the problem, at least that is what I hoped had been planned.

I knew she always wanted a daughter, if my sister was to deny her that option she would correct the problem. I figured sis is getting a male haircut, short, maybe even a flat top. I doubted they would remove her breasts, at least not at this stage. Then I thought of her dressed in jeans with a flat chest and something resembling a penis stuck in her underwear, I am sure she would love it, but all of that brought my situation back to the here and now and my predictament.

I am apparently the daughter, to be molded and primped to Mom’s perfect ideal of a lovely and feminine young female. I shuddered at what might be awaiting me on this excursion as her daughter. When Haley moved to my groin with her waxing I suddenly returned to the present. She place a wadded up cloth in my mouth and told me to bite down. The hot wax was spread in neat strips, one area after another falling to her ministrations. Each area waxed required more effort on my part to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. The last strip pulled was right at the base of my organ, it hurt like hell, even though the surrounding area had gone numb.

When she moved away from my groin, I let out a sigh of relief, even though she only moved her attention to my eyebrows. She applied the wax quickly, maybe a little too quickly, pushed the cloth into the hot wax and jerked it off. When I looked in the mirror, I was stunned, no eyebrow at all in the image. The other one is handled in a like manner, my whole face seemed to change because of the lack of eyebrows.

Haley put up everything, my ordeal seemed to be over, at least for a while. She rubbed cream into all of the sensitive skin, she indeed had not missed any spot on my body. The cream would stop any future regrowth of hair, at least, that is what she told me. My first thought is my eyebrows, I would have to pencil in a shape for the rest of my life, well until they managed to grow back, but that now seemed unlikely. This is immersion, total immersion, and maybe too fast to get a handle on.

Next came another technician in with a box of additions to my body. My feet were still in the stirrups from the waxing, my male member still shrunk almost to the point it disappeared. Haley found a color match to my skin, an exact duplicate to a female’s vagina. I was about to protest this newest addition to my body, but had second thoughts all of a sudden. Mom’s words suddenly ran through my mind, keep quiet and put up with the changes, then afterwards we can discuss reversing them. I did keep quiet, and soon the false vagina is glued in place, now I am a carbon copy of my sister in that region.

I never was fond of my penis, most of the time it was left alone, just touching it made me sick to my stomach. The one time I managed to play with it for a while, as it swelled up and spurted my lunch was lost, gawd how can anyone enjoy something so loathsome. I never did play with it again, not even holding it to pee was something I could tolerate. From that day forward I sat to pee, even when we were away from the house.

Next a formidable machine is wheeled into the room and two cups are placed over my nipples. I presume my lack of boobies is now to be seen to. The cups are lowered to my chest, then glued to the chest. They had been centered over my nipples and a pump turned on causing the excess skin to be pulled into the cups. It was not much at first, my normally flat chest lacking much fat. As the machine continued in its efforts, the cups started filling up. Two more technicians arrived, one to work on my feet and one to work on my hands. I saw the extensions being laid out on the table next to her, I soon will be sporting long feminine nails as a result of her work. A cute little smile managed to peek out, the long nails something I could embrace easily. Another tech comes up behind me, loosening my ponytail and starts brushing my hair.

All of the above is taking a toll on my sanity, I can feel them working on me, but also the suction on my chest as breasts are pulled from my chest. Brushing my hair is soothing, the extensions being glued to my existing nails a little unnerving, the constant suction on my nipples very disturbing. I quickly think of how this could be reversed if suction pulled the stretched skin out enough to make breasts, how would anyone get it back in. I finally succumb to the onslaught on my masculinity and slip into a trance, not really conscious but still somewhat awake.

It was five hours later before the pump turned off, the cups were full, I now had breasts. My hair had been cut into a feminine style, and they had added highlights. I received a full makeover, then told I would be returning in a day or two for makeup lessons. The image in the mirror was not one of the male that I used to portray, the female in me had taken control and the male vanquished to the unknown.

I thought of my sister several times, but my image always brought me back to my new look. When the hoses were removed from my breast cups two perfect breasts emerged and jiggled their hello. The cups were rigid when they started, now they were somewhat flexible. I was told in a day or two they would dissolve completely leaving only the soft tissue of the breast. The tech gave me a shot in each right through the nipple, it stung a little and I was definitely curious about why, but I decided I didn’t really want to know, this is like a dream come true, why try and rock the boat.

I was given new clothes to wear, a gorgeous bra and pantie set first then a garter belt and long seamed stockings to complete the undergarments. A flouncy sun dress, bare shoulders except for two smallish straps to keep my bra straps from showing. After getting it on and zipped up, my first reaction was to twirl around my skirt flaring out as I spun. I noticed someone standing in the door and turned to face them when I received another shock. From the look on his face he also was suffering from extreme shock. Sis and I were now staring at each other, only now we were each portraying the opposite gender.

Smiles were quickly displayed on each of our faces, what we had desired for most of our young adult lives was now real. His hair was short, definitely a boy’s cut, and his breasts were no longer visible. Somehow his figure had been added to, instead of curvy a more straight up and down of a male was prevalent. His nails were short, no polish and I even spotted some hair on his arms and hands. It was a drastic departure from the former female sibling, but I could tell from his expression he liked it. Maybe more than his liking his new look, he liked that I had now replaced her former self as sister and daughter to my parents.

Then speaking of the devil in walked Mom. We both ran over to her, grabbed her in hugs and kissed her all over her face. I don’t think she was expecting this reaction, but soon she was smiling and leading us back to her car. She drove us to one of the better restaurants in town, where we were met by our Dad. We each got the once over, then he hugged the new Reed and kissed the new Reese on her forehead.

We ordered our meals, and made small talk, just a normal meal out that we have had almost every week of our childhood. We both got asked if we were happy, our sudden and decisive answers to the affirmative, confirmed their actions taken today. The trip home was uneventful, both of us anticipating getting home and seeing what the other had gone through. As we made it into the house Mom steered us into the front room. “This is your life now until you tell us that you have had enough.”

“If you change back it is permanent, if you stay this way at your eighteenth birthday we will finish the transformation. No waffling back and forth, female or male but from now on. Now I am sure you want to see what has been done to your sibling so head on upstairs and explore each other. Reese you are now totally female as far as we are concerned so your curfew is at ten PM and we have to meet and approve of any boyfriend. Reed we would like to meet anyone you might want to date, but we will allow a midnight curfew as long as your studies stay current and you keep up all your chores.”

Both of you will have monthly gynecology exams until your eighteenth birthday and the time for first one is on Monday at ten AM. Reed is because she is still a female and Reese is because you are turning into one. Now scoot, after you have it all out of your system we will be having hot chocolate in the kitchen, of course you will prepare it.

We almost ran to our rooms, each of us going into our old rooms. A quick look and we both came back out, our bodies no longer reflecting their previous gender. We went to Reese’s room, my room now and immediately started undressing. I wanted to show Reed my new figure, but also wanted to look at it again myself. The glimpses of it at the salon not enough for me. I was curious what they did to her boobs, she was developing quite a feminine figure and until today I was extremely jealous.

Once shed of our clothes we gazed at each other, then in the closet door mirror at our new bodies. I was ecstatic at my new looks, no longer unable to fill out my sisters clothes. I guess that should be my clothes now. Reed look happier now, he was wearing a padded undergarment that ran from his bust to his groin. It flattened his boobs and left a bulge at his groin. It wasn’t as realistic as my vagina, but he was pleased just the same.

Each of us got dressed in some casual clothes, although it took me longer to pick out my outfit. Reed came in to help, wanting help making the hot chocolate. I finally decided on a shorts and tank top, both in pink and very minimal. I wanted as much of my body to show as possible. We got to the kitchen and made the hot chocolate. With four cups we met Mom and Dad in the dining room and slowly sipped our brew. Dad looked at us and smiled. He could see we were comfortable in our new roles, knowing that the gender conflict that had been going on for years is seemingly over.

I was smiling at Mom deciding I need to show her a glimpse of her new daughter. I got up, placed my cup on the table and walked over to her chair. I made her scoot back some and sat on her lap, laying my head on her shoulder. She was giggling away, knowing full well what I was doing. As I turned my head to look at her, she said that is enough, yes we will go shopping tomorrow, I am sure Reed can find something to do around here. When we looked up Reed was dragging Dad towards the den, telling him about the great basketball game on TV tonight. We all broke out in laughter. Sis and I had traded roles and all was right in the world, at last.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Scarlett; Brush With History

Scarlett; Brush With History

I was a director of the local museum, six years of university managing to get me to this point. It was a small museum, in a southern state, funded by several Patrons of the museum. The Patrons of Oak Lane is the name they went by, the museum had been built to honor their family’s history and the history of the area. It had grown, twice they had added more to the museum, the building now over thirty thousand square feet under roof.

In actuality it was several old store fronts that got rebuilt and added to. The families had money, but were also wanting to preserve as much of the history of the area as possible. It was located in a quaint little town in the southern part of Georgia. Not much to the town, a main street and a few assorted gas stations towards the edge of town. We did get a few tourists from time to time, the area rich in history, with lots of plantations within a few miles of the town. A hotel, restaurant, some retail shops and a combination general store was it for businesses. We had three churches, representing most of the religions that people in the south worshiped.

How I ended up here is quite unusual. After my fifth year at university, one of my professors at University of Georgia heard from someone that needed a director for their museum. I was a history major, had my Masters already and was thinking of pursuing my Doctorate. My name was brought up and he had obtained an interview with the patrons of the museum if I wished to attend. It didn’t sound thrilling, so I was a little put off that he would ask if I am interested. He suggested that it might be worth my time to attend the interview, a lot of southern history is housed there and the families of the Patrons are very influential in the state. Even if I was offered the job and turned it down it would look good on my resume, a plus for future interviews.

So I drove down to the museum and met with Ms. Davis for the interview. The meeting lasted for over five hours as she asked me questions that I didn’t think would be asked. How I saw the museum in general, what importance I put on local history, and what relevance could history be assigned to modern day life.

My personal history is covered in detail along with my family and romantic interests. The questions on the museum and my view of it were expected, but the ones on my family and romantic interest were not. I answered truthfully, I had nothing to hide but wondered why a few of those questions came up in the questioning. I saw that she had a copy of my transcripts from college, I am sure my professor had provided that. Luckily I didn’t tense up, she is an easy lady to talk with, friendly but also deep probing.

The interview had started out with her asking me if it would be alright to video tape the interview. I nodded my assent. She said that the other patrons would review it before a decision would be made. After she got my viewpoint on everything including the price of eggs, she told me about the job and what would be expected of me. They wanted a working director, someone to host the tours, answer questions of the guests and attend any and all social functions in the state, representing the museum. It would require me to learn the history of the area and especially the families involved in the creation of the museum.

It sounded way more than I wanted to tackle, I imagine the pay would not be that much, so a lot of work for not much return. I politely listened to her, asking a few general questions about the hours of the museum, and if there was any other staff. They were open six days a week from ten AM to five PM, and other than two historians working part time, no other staff. All the setup of displays and exhibits was accomplished by volunteers, about thirty different ones that helped on a regular basis when needed. Any tour now was hosted by a volunteer, adequate but not what they desired in the long run.

I asked about the salary for the position, but she declined mentioning any pay figure until the rest of the patrons saw the interview. She suggested that I stay in town tonight, their treat, and come see her tomorrow at noon and she will fill me in on the rest of the details if I was approved. It was getting late and I was not looking forward to the four hour drive back to Athens, so I agreed to stay until tomorrow.

She had already made arrangements at the hotel in town for me, told me to eat at the Southern Lady restaurant and mention her name and they would take care of my tab. I got an unexpected hug and I left for the hotel. I was impressed at her interest in me, the hug something I was not expecting. The questions of the interview were fact finding, but the hug and her wanting to be sure that a room for the night and a dinner is okay with me kind of showed her concern for me.

Initially I had decided to turn down the job if offered, but time and thought might change all of that. A nice bed and a good meal would help my thought processes quite a bit, maybe it would help me decide what to do, if I was even offered the job.

I checked in at the hotel, they asked about baggage, I had not intended to stay the night, so I explained that and the desk clerk gave me a small valise with essentials for the evening, courtesy of the hotel. As she explained to me Ms. Davis owns the hotel, the restaurant and several other businesses in town. Maybe I shouldn’t be too hasty in turning this job down if offered, that thought came out of nowhere, but maybe deserved some consideration in the long run.

The room was huge, a canopy bed with exquisite linens, a full dresser, and a huge walk-in closet. I made myself comfortable on the love seat and stared out the window of the room. I was on the third floor that was the first obstacle since there was no elevators in the hotel. I was winded by the time I made it to my room, but once I opened the door with the key that was furnished all was better. No TV but an individual stereo, with racks of records, tapes and even some original 45’s still in their original sleeve. I knew what I would be doing tonight, to wile away the hours till bedtime. My love of music would at least be sated after the evening here.

My stomach growled, and that became the next concern. I washed my face and hands, brushed my hair and put it back in its low ponytail, tucked inside my shirt collar. I made my way to the restaurant as it was only right down the block, with only a small frontage on Main Street. When I walked through the doors I was amazed. The place was huge, at least a hundred feet back with the kitchen right in the center of the room. It was decorated as if it was directly pulled from the Civil War era and transported here. All the ladies working there were dressed in clothes of the era, their hair done up and piled on top of their head. The skirts were full the blouses gathered around the neckline showing off their breasts. The best part though is the smell that was emanating from that kitchen.

I was shown to a table and asked what I would have tonight. No menu was offered, if you didn’t know what was offered all you had to do was ask and the server would recite the entire menu. When she asked me I replied. “I’ll take a portion of what smells so good, some iced tea and a salad with some dressing.”

She started to tell me the dressings, I just told her to surprise me. The iced tea was delicious, obviously brewed here and not from a mix. They served some stir-fried vegetables with a ranch dressing for appetizers and of course fresh rolls. Those came with all the dinners no matter what you ordered. The first bite of the homemade rolls with butter made me a believer, the vegetables cinched the deal. I could make a whole meal on just those two items alone.

Of course, the delightful smell was fried chicken, the best fried chicken I have ever had. It was served with mashed potatoes and gravy, broiled zucchini squash and a salad. Six different lettuces, tomato, onions, bell pepper, with a blend of seasonings ground and sprinkled over the salad. Then a tray of dressings, six on this particular tray, ranging from Ranch to Bleu Cheese. I handled the decision on what to put on my salad by using a little of each.

I was stuffed when I finished most of the meal, there was still one piece of chicken and several pieces of zucchini, but I couldn’t eat another bite. Then the waitress had the nerve to ask if I wanted dessert. My answer was a low groan, so she brought me a plastic container for my left overs and a takeout container of iced tea. She informed me of the breakfast menu, then told me that the tab had been handled. I never had the chance to tell her who I was or whom I had seen today for the interview.

I walked back to the hotel, the walk up the stairs actually making me feel a little better. I opened the valise when I got in the room, and saw everything I might need, I took care of my bathroom duties, slipped on the pajamas that were furnished, silk by the way, and loaded some music on the stereo. The sound system was fantastic, the music filling the room as if the orchestra was playing right next to me. I slipped under the covers and soon was sound asleep. I got up to go to the bathroom around three, the music was still playing. I don’t remember loading that much music, but it was welcome, never the less.

I woke up at seven AM, got dressed in my clothes from yesterday and made my way downstairs. I tried to turn in the room key, knowing that I would drive back tonight as soon as I had seen Ms. Davis. The desk clerk told me to hang on to it, if necessary give it back to Ms. Davis when I left. I walked around the town a little, trying to remove some of the bulge in my tummy from last night. Around ten I ventured back to the restaurant and had a small breakfast, figuring I would skip lunch today.

There was a park nearby, so I spent some time there until my interview. I went back to the museum and walked around viewing some of the exhibits. They were very well put together and interesting. I saw where some improvements could be made, and then went back to the museum office a few minutes past noon. Ms. Davis was waiting for me, already behind her desk. On the side couch were three other ladies, I presume some of the patron group.

I was introduced to each, a Ms. Beaumont, Ms. O’Hara, and Ms. Liddell. Ms. Davis continued the conversation. “After looking at the video and discussing your qualifications we have decided to offer you the position. Salary would be sixty thousand a year, would include room and board in the hotel if that is satisfactory. Later, if you require a house we can make some kind of arrangement for it. Meals of your choosing at my restaurant. Hours worked in the fifty to sixty hour area, two weeks’ vacation a year, and a percent of the museum fees collected. At this time we have decided on five percent. Last year that would have netted you another five thousand dollars.”

“We would like you to take another day to think about it, we are wanting someone to stay with us for the long term, not someone only wishing to gain a position to be able to advance to another. For dinner tonight, I would like to invite you to my home, eight PM is fine. Since you are here without extra clothing please go to my clothing store and pick whatever you like, my treat. If you have the time we would like you to visit the rest of the museum and give me your thoughts tonight.”

That was it, they had liked what they saw and offered me the job. No further discussions seemed to be necessary, I should think about it and if I wanted the job just tell them. I was given directions to her clothing store, and said my goodbyes. I knew enough of southern customs, that I took each ladies hand, gave it a light kiss and thanked them for their consideration. When I left the room I saw four smiling faces.

I went through the museum first, making notes on my IPad, for discussion later. They really did have a lot of local history housed there, laid out pretty well for visitors to see and enjoy. From there I went to the clothing store and was greeted by the manageress as soon as I entered the store. Being a small town I figure everybody knew who I was now, even if I hadn’t been introduced to them. I was taken to a changing room in the back, where she helped me get undressed and measured me.

I was a little worried about her behavior, but soon realized that is just how she handles her customers. Since most of the clothing offered is for ladies, I am sure they like this type of treatment. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, it was just that it is so unexpected. Rose returned in a few minutes with a handful of clothing for me to try on. I was just going to pick something and settle for however it fit me, but she was against that from the start.

I tried on each piece until I had tried them all, picked the items that I thought looked the best and then had to put them back on again for her to make note of where they needed to be altered. I was going to say something about the fact that I needed them for tonight, but she hushed me telling me they would be ready in thirty minutes. I dressed again in my clothes, and walked around the store looking at what she had to offer.

I was surprised she had so many period pieces, right out of the movies, even the undergarments that went with them. She caught me looking at one particular dress, cut low in the bodice with an enormous skirt, at least five feet across from one side to the other. I had been looking at the dress for ten minutes, moving it around on the rack to get a look at the front and back of the dress. Not something a man would normally do in a clothing store.

Without any hesitation she asked me if I wanted to try it on, well that short-circuited my mind and nothing came out. She smiled. “When you want to try it on just come back and I will personally take care of you. Now here is the garment bag with your clothes for tonight, the rest of your wardrobe will be delivered to your room later after the shop closes.”

I did manage to get out of the shop, but my mind is apparently gone, now missing in action. Why was I looking at the dress? Rest of my wardrobe, I only picked out the one suit, nothing more. When no sane thoughts are possible the stomach rules and I went to the restaurant for a snack. Five hours till dinner, is a little too long when my body is already close to shut down, both from lack of food and lack of mental activity. I had questions, lots of them, but there is no activity in my poor overwhelmed mind.

Those delicious vegetables and the dressing to dip them in was a perfect snack, without ruining dinner. Back to the hotel, the stairs seem to be getting easier, I am not sure why. I hung up the suit, then laid down for a few minutes. I must have dozed off, because the call from the front desk reminding me of the dinner, was my salvation. I wondered for a minute how they knew about the dinner, but then in a small town, everybody apparently is aware of what is going on.

I freshened up, got dressed and made my way to her home. The directions she had given me were clear, with me arriving a few minutes before eight. Her butler answered the door, a very imposing man, quite polite and very businesslike. I was shown to the library, where Ms. Davis awaited me, and after greeting her I set in one of the side chairs near her love seat. I complimented her on her looks, and she on mine. We discussed the museum, and I gave her my thoughts on several things.

Nothing was said at the time, but she seemed to be receptive to my ideas. It was never brought up whether I would accept the job, just talk about the museum and then a tour of her house. It was beautiful, way too many rooms, but each one decorated to the period and all with apparent antiques, original to that time in history. There was nothing out of place, not a bedspread, curtain, doily, throw rug, absolutely nothing.

Gregory, her butler, announced dinner, and led us to a huge dining room. The table must have seated at least twenty, for tonight just the two of us, setting at one end of the huge table. The dishes were China, all antiques, and the settings were fully displayed. A dinner dish, dessert plate, salad plate, soup bowl, cup and saucer, then all the serving dishes gathered in the middle of the table next to our place settings. The silverware was actual Silver, the design quite ornate, and I counted at least seven pieces around my place setting. Three crystal glasses were there too, for what I am not sure, but they added a lot of elegance to the place setting.

The food looked delicious, pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, Sauerkraut, corn on the cob and of course salad. She apologized for not having soup, but she felt it was too warm to offer it at this time of year. I put a little of each on my plate, at this rate I will be a blimp before I manage to leave town.

Idle chit chat during dinner, then we made our way to the parlor for tea and pastries. The pastries did it for me, every different kind I tried so mouthwatering delicious. Ms. Davis was smirking as I tried to be conservative in my choices, but when the pastry got to my mouth and I took a bite, the low moan of satisfaction kind of gave the game away.

We eventually got down to some serious business, discussing the museum, their plans for it and my ideas on what could make it better. Three hours of this discussion brought us up to Eleven PM. I told her I would like to take the job, as long range employment, not something for just a few years. Everything she had told me was satisfactory, the wages, the room at the hotel, and the meals at her restaurant.

I will work with them to develop a plan for implementation of some of their better ideas, and also solutions to make their other projects more doable. “I need three weeks to take care of my responsibilities at Athens, then I will be back to start employment. I just have some personal effects, and some clothes to bring, no furniture or other larger possessions.”

“That will be fine, the store has delivered to your room your wardrobe that has been altered to fit you. I think you will find adequate clothing there for your job as director. Unless you want to choose another room, the one that you are in will be your room at the hotel. When next at the restaurant you can pick a table as yours, it will be kept empty for you whenever you desire it. Please plan on coming to one of our houses every Sunday for dinner, a must if you are going to be working with us. When you return Gregory will work out a schedule for you. Thank you for accepting our offer of employment, I am sure both parties will be quite happy.”

We said our goodbyes and I headed back to the hotel. The stairs seemed to be getting easier, now I don’t mind them at all. I made myself comfortable, put on some music and relaxed in a chair over by the window. I could get used to this, although not an apartment it is a nice room with bath and with the restaurant I will not starve, probably the opposite a more likely outcome. I suddenly remembered the wardrobe, got up and went to the walk in closet. Now full with all manner of clothes, many suits, sport jackets, slacks, and even a horde of casual clothes. I couldn’t believe it, thousands of dollars of clothes now in my closet. I guess there was not much doubt of me taking the job, since the clothes were delivered before I actually accepted the job offer.

I relaxed for quite a while, then packed a few items for my trip back to Athens. I had told her three weeks just in case, but I doubted it would take me three days to gather what few items I wanted to save. The dorm room was not a problem, all I had to do was clean it to get my deposit back. I would have to make sure that I thanked the professor for his help, a dream job delivered to me on a platter, a silver platter.

The next morning I made the trip back to Athens, gathered my few possessions and checked out of my dorm room. I found the Professor and thanked him, he then told me that before I went down to the interview he knew I would get the job. I was a perfect fit for what they had in mind, both short term and long term. You made a good decision to accept the offer I am looking forward to seeing you at some of the meetings of museum directors later this year and next year.

I took my time heading back, even spent a day at one of the theme parks in the area. Then another at one of the gardens, known nationally for their beauty. It is kind of weird to visit them alone, but I had fun people watching, a favorite past-time of mine for years. I arrived back and settled the few possessions I brought back into my room.

The restaurant was my first stop, I had missed it the most, although the stereo and the music was a close second. I tried there Boston Butt, the first bite sent waves of pleasure through my body. The steamed cauliflower and homemade macaroni and cheese completed the meal. I managed to clean my plate, even using my finger to get the few spots of cheese sauce off the corner of the plate. I decided then to skip breakfast and lunch so that I could enjoy the dinner here at her restaurant in the future. I found out that they offered ten different selections every night, nothing repeated during the week.

The next day I made my way to the museum, to get started. Ms. Davis was waiting for me, her network of informers in the town doing their job well. She showed me my office, then allowed me time to settle in and get started. I made another tour of the museum seeing what should be fixed now and what could wait for a few days. I contacted a couple of the volunteers, asking them if I could get their help in the next few days.

When I arrived the next day they were waiting for me, eager to get started. I gave each of them a project, outlined and explained on a computer generated sheet. I had them read it, to see if they had any questions. The smiles on their faces showed that the way I had explained the project was perfect. By lunch most of them had finished, the couple of projects that still needed some help soon had the rest of the volunteers pitching in, and by three all of the projects had been completed.

What I had done initially was to label each display, using computer generated signs and artwork. All were true to the period, in easy to read script detailing what each display was pointing out. People involved, time lines, what actually happened, and impact on history. The displays they worked on had some of this material, but in homemade signs and graphics that were hard to read and lacking all the information. All the volunteers had to do was mount the signs and attach them to the display. I had generated each display with a different background color, so that the nearby displays could easily be distinguished from one another.

I had taken a few pictures with my phone and sent them to Ms. Davis. It is something we had talked about, but she didn’t have any idea how I was going to implement it. An hour later, all four patrons entered the museum, walking around and admiring the changes. Nothing was said to the volunteers, but as they left I received four bigger than life smiles from the Patrons.

During the rest of the week, I spent time learning about the local history, who was involved and what happened. As I was committing all of this to memory, I found a few mistakes where the wrong information had been supplied to the people setting up the display. That turned out to be my second week project, finding and fixing all of those mistakes. Most of it was just clerical errors, putting the wrong name down when researching the history.

All of the local history was taken from journals, letters from the people involved and from newspaper clippings of the time. These actual history sources were kept in safe storage in the basement of the museum. We used acid free boxes and folders, stored in a temperature controlled environment free of any sunlight. Since the material has been stored this way for years, all of it is in pristine condition. I planned to take it one step further, having all the material scanned into electronic files in the near future. This would serve as a second backup if there was ever any damage to the originals.

By the third week I was hosting the tours myself, we had two a day, a walking tour of the museum where I filled the attendees in on other aspects of the displays, history not in the display itself. They were scheduled for two hours each, although I never was able to limit them to that time. Once we got started they were interested in the rest of the story, and how all of it tied together leading up to the families of today.

From my first day I had kept a journal of things that interested the visitors, questions asked of me and what parts of the local history were the most popular with the visitors. Without a doubt the Civil war period and prohibition were the two periods that fascinated people the most. Since most of our visitors were female and their children, the dress of the period, what activities were pursued, and what people did to entertain themselves were the most asked about.

Along with the walking tours, we were visited several times by the local schools, ever year, and the variety of our exhibits kept the attention of the students. We had agriculture exhibits, what crops were grown, how food was prepared, and what life was like back in the civil war years. Since most of the historical material was from that period that was what most of the exhibits dealt with. There was a small tourist interest in the area, mainly civil war buffs and people interested in the prohibition years.

That was the other claim to fame of the area. There were numerous stills in the area, lots of fast cars and even a large speakeasy just outside of the city limits back in that era. How it got to be here is a mystery, but since we were not that far from Augusta and Savannah it was very popular. At first they did not want to acknowledge that time during prohibition, but eventually the patrons decided it was more noteworthy than humiliating.

Ms. Lydia Davis was the spokesperson for the group of ladies that funded the museum, the patrons to all the rest of us. She had asked me to her home, to discuss something that has just come up. I had an idea, since one of the Patrons, Ms. Liddell, had died recently. Her funeral was quite large, a very prominent citizen like her is quite respected and everyone turned out to show their respects. Of course, I attended, although we were never close like Ms. Davis and I, we still interacted every once in a while. The one odd thing was the Sunday dinners with each of the Patrons, her house was never gone to. When it was her time to host the dinner it was always at Ms. Davis’s house.

I usually got along with Ms. Davis, her ideas were doable, not something that could never be attempted. After their selection of me I was pretty much left alone to run the museum. She did check in with me from time to time, but never to interfere. At those times I would cover changes that I was planning and the general condition of the museum. She would listen then go back to the Patrons to report. Never a comment made to me about what I was doing or how I was doing it.

I was greeted at her front door by her butler Gregory, a very influential member of the community and frequent volunteer to the museum. He led me to her parlor, where she was waiting for me. I took her hand and kissed it, a familiarity that was often indulged in the south and a normal thing between the two of us.

I found a seat and Gregory asked what I wanted to drink. I chose tea, a favorite of Ms. Davis, I am sure that he had prepared a pot for her. Ms. Davis started the conversation. “We need to deal with the death of Ms. Liddell, a prominent member of the Patrons. She left her entire estate to the museum, with a few stipulations in place to make sure her wishes are carried out. Ms. Liddell was the most financial well off of the females in the Patron group, so the museum will benefit greatly.”

“Her house which is right next door to the museum is the main part of her gift to us. It has been in her family for over a hundred and sixty years. It has recently been renovated completely from the basement to the attic. Everything has been kept as it was in the years around the civil war, but some modern upgrades have been added to make it more livable. Those things that have been changed, have been done so that the mansion is still authentic to its period in appearance.”

“She wants the house added to the museum tour, with someone living there all the time to host the tour and speak of the life in those times. Since it is quite large, including a miniature ball room in the basement, she would like socials, balls, dances hosted there to give everybody a peek at the atmosphere she was raised under. It is her dream for it to become an integral part of the community again, like it once was.”

She paused, I nodded my head and told her I saw no problem with her wishes. “It would be fairly easy to make the addition to the museum, then set about scheduling events there to fulfill the rest of her wishes and desires. Gregory had brought us our tea and we both sipped at it, enjoying the sweet taste of this brew. I sensed there is more to this than what I have heard so far, but I also knew that Ms. Davis preferred to do things at her pace and remained silent until she restarted the conversation.

“Ms. Liddell made several specific requests in her will, all of them dealing with you.” That statement surprised me, I had talked to her during the two years I had been here, just as I did with the other Patrons, but we never managed to get beyond Patron/employee in any discussions that we had. Ms. Davis and I had got beyond that employee classification, we got along well and often interacted with each other away from the museum. I escorted her to a couple of dances, actually more of a social, but never the less we enjoyed a pleasant evening when the occasion arose.

Ms. Davis was apparently at a loss for words, not knowing how to tell me what was requested of me. Instead of saying something, I just sat there, waiting for her to find the words. I guess it is more difficult than even I thought, since she decided to pick up a copy of the will and read Ms. Liddell’s request of me directly from the will.

I want Scott to handle my home personally, live there and conduct the tours and be hostess to any social gathering she feels would be appropriate. I have admired her since the interview video, but not as Scott. Down deep she is Scarlett, a Southern Belle, to the core. Her interaction with others, her demeanor, her appearance all speak of an inner female that need to see the light of day. I know that initially she will reject the idea, her pride not allowing her to see inside her heart and body.

There for I am giving her a gift of fifty-thousand dollars, the only string attached is live in the house and dress as a female for fourteen days. Perform her duties as she usually does, but as a female. I have arranged for some help in her transformation, all of my clothes have been cleaned and tailored to fit her and her new body. No expense will be necessary for the fourteen days, everything has been taken care of. If at the end of the fourteen days if you see fit to perpetuate the role, everything that I own and have will be yours, including the house. I do ask that you still allow the house to be toured, be a hostess to dances and social functions, like it was back in my youth.

“I know I have asked a lot of you Scott, but feel sure that you will make the right decision. Take a day to think about it, let your male façade go on vacation for two weeks, I am sure you will not regret it.” I was speechless, finally I managed to ask Ms. Davis if she agreed with what Ms. Liddell has stated.

“Since you came here you have always been Scarlett, maybe not in dress, but in mind and actions always a female, a cultured Southern Belle. Change the clothes, speak softer, and you are easily Scarlett.”

Maybe this is not the time to bring it up, but your professor in University saw it, when we asked if he knew of anyone, your name came up immediately. His words stated the obvious. “She would be a perfect fit for the museum and the local history, just needs to find herself, a job that I am sure you might be able to assist her in.

Lost in thought, it was quite some time later when Ms. Davis asked if I might want to eat something, she had been with me the whole time, letting my mind process all the information that had been dumped on it. I shook my head trying to get a rational thought out, I told her yes, something to eat would be nice. She rang for Gregory, told him what to get and he disappeared, soon returning with bags of food from the restaurant.

The dining room was set, the food placed on the table then Ms. Davis took my hand and led me to my chair. I was there in body, but lost in thought. I ate, but couldn’t even tell you what it was that I consumed. I do remember that it tasted good, but that is the extent of my recollection of the meal. There was no conversation, at least, if there was I don’t remember a word of it.

After dinner I was having a hard time staying coherent, conversation was impossible. Ms. Davis asked if I would like to lay down for a while to let things process, I nodded my head and then she asked Gregory if he would take me to Ms. Liddell’s, briefly show me around then let me explore the house on my own for a while, maybe take a nap if necessary. It sounded good to me, I had never been to her house and since she had specified so many things in her will involving me I needed to get to know her a little better, maybe looking through her house would give me a feel for her. It was a short trip there, less than a block to be precise, right on the other side of the museum entrance. He showed me to the back door, unlocked it and handed me the keys. We went in with him leading the way as he showed me through the three floors of the house. He pointed out things, showed me where things that I might need were located and then prepared to leave.

I asked him to stay for a minute, tried to figure out how to ask him what he thought of all of this. He is also part psychic, as he gave me a big smile. “You have been the topic of conversation of the ladies ever since you arrived here. They have discussed every facet of this many times, your possible reaction and if you will accept their plan. Ever since the dress episode at her clothing store, you were being primed for just this type of thing. My opinion, yes you should do it, I also see a female beneath the shroud you live under. Wouldn’t it be nice to live life as it should have been, at least once? He leaned over took my hand and gently caressed it, then leaving a small kiss on it, he left.

It must have been hours before I realized that I was just standing there in her parlor, staring at an empty space somewhere in front of me. My hand was tingling where Gregory had kissed it, such a feeling to be treated as a female, a southern lady. I slowly made my way back through the house, looking at how it was decorated, the pictures that were hung on the walls, the nick-knacks on the various pieces of furniture. Although it was my first time here they were familiar, like I had been there when the picture was taken or the item purchased.

The library was the most fascinating room of the house. I browsed through her extensive library, picking a book here or there to read a page or two from it. All of it utterly fascinating. In these books were the history of the south, her family in particular. I was tempted to sit and read, the fascination of the books hard to suppress.

I yielded though to my curiosity, and went browsing again this time to the upper floors of the house. When I entered her bedroom, the feeling of being in the right place overcame me. I sat at her vanity, looking through her cosmetics, all brand new and never opened. I would imagine they were in my colors, if truth be known.

In one of the side drawers, there were letters, I picked up the stack, I know not the reason I did so, it just seemed to be what I needed to do. Shuffling through them I came upon one addressed to me. It was sealed, but had never been mailed. I used her letter opener and slit the top of the envelope. I withdrew the letter and unfolded it, there in her own handwriting was her request of me. Some of the words were the same as used in the will, others were obviously her personal words for me as to why she had made such a request of me.

If you have found this letter you and I have a connection that spans time and dimensions. Please read it thoroughly and believe that the things stated are true and heart felt. From the day I saw you in the video, I knew you were the one to continue my work here. The image in the video was of a young male, but all I saw was a female yearning to get out of her shell. Ten minutes into the video I told the other ladies that we would hire you, no matter the cost. As the video continued playing I outlined what my plans were for you. There was still some doubt whether you would join in, but after the visit to Ms. Davis clothing store we knew you would. Rose described your look after seeing that gown, I did so wish that you would have tried it on, it would have saved many months in planning. Your actions in the following months proved how right I was about you, your take control attitude about the museum, and your leadership of the volunteers, all done to perfection. Then there was your absorption of our local history, all of our family’s history. You found mistakes in those accounts and corrected them, something no mere employee would take the time to do. The other ladies soon saw what I saw from the start, joining in on my plan. Unfortunately my health got worse and I will not be able to see the conclusion of my wishes. I have always felt a connection to you that is not normal. I can sense what you think quite often and I think you can do the same with me. Please do as I wish and give yourself fourteen days to see if you can live this way. Consider it a gift to a loving Mother, who wants to see her daughter grow and prosper.

With much love and respect

Savannah Liddell

I laid the letter down on the vanity and walked to the bed. I slipped off my shoes, then my pants and finally my dress shirt. I laid down on the comforter, staring at the bottom of the canopy cover. My mind wandered, nothing specific, just random thoughts about my job, and my time here so far. Why I looked in the vanity drawer, then through the letters until I found the one addressed to me. Coincidence maybe, but I doubt it. Something was drawing me to the room, the vanity and then the drawer.

I drifted off to a restless sleep, immediately I thought of dancing at a ball, me in a gorgeous peach dress, the skirts swirling around my stockinged legs, while the corset I was wearing is tapering my waist for the best effect. The snugness of my bodice as it follows the lines of the corset, my hair dangling down from the top of my head in blonde curls caressing my ears and tickling my neck. I remember lots of dances, all the young men anxious to swirl me around the dance floor. I wake up, go to the huge walk-in closet and look inside, there on a hanger facing the door is that peach dress. I step in, touch the dress and run my hands over the bodice. I feel it against my body, as if I am wearing it.

I decide to try the fourteen days as a southern lady, as Scarlett. My mind is so preoccupied by the thoughts that I will never get any rest until I start. I put my clothes back on, close up the house and walk back to Ms. Davis’s house. Before I can knock on the door Gregory opens it and leads me to Ms. Davis. I set on the love seat with her, telling her I will do the fourteen days, as per Ms. Liddell’s request. A few minutes later Gregory and another female enter the parlor. It turns out she is Gregory’s wife, Tina, and she will be my personal maid and dresser during the two week period.

We have a nice dinner, both Tina and Gregory helping to serve it. There is little talk, the food is great but my mind is already looking forward to my transformation tomorrow. Ms. Davis and Tina had made the arrangements right after I told her of my decision. I was scared and also thrilled, even excited to be able to be someone else, to be Ms. Liddell’s daughter, to continue her work. The period, the time, the clothes all made that era so special. Most people knew nothing of that time, maybe a little history of the Civil War, but nothing of the ladies, the children and the lives they enjoyed, Maybe I could teach them a little, show them what it was like, help them to see a portion of that history that is so often overlooked.

Tina walks back with me to Ms. Liddell’s house, now mine I guess. I open the door and we enter. She scurries off upstairs to prepare my bed for the evening, I wander off to the library to read for a while. A little while later I hear Tina in the kitchen, she has made tea and I am given a cup. Then she pulls me from the chair and leads me upstairs. I left the tea on the desk, she tells me I can return as soon as she gets me dressed for bed.

Up the stairs her leading me directly to my bedroom. Over by the bed she starts undressing me, folding my clothes and laying them on the bed. She slides a chemise over my shoulders and it settles around my chest. Then a corset is placed around me, the front busk being fastened together. She goes to my back and starts tightening the corset, gently but soon has it conforming to my body. It is tight but not overwhelming. A pair of lacy voluminous pantalets are slid up my legs and settle around my waist.

I managed a peak at the mirror, Scott has already left the room. A lacy nightgown is lowered and I am officially dressed for the night. I am persuaded to sit at the vanity, as she removes my scrunchie and starts brushing my hair. It feels so good, the brush being pulled through my hair making me sigh as the feelings become almost too much to handle. She then separated my hair into three bunches and starts braiding it for me. When she gets to the end she ties the end off with ribbons. I am given some shoes, kind of like a sandal but decorated with ribbons and lace. A robe to wear to make me decent and I am ready.

She helps me to stand then helps me back downstairs. My tea is refreshed, then she gives me a cheek kiss. “I will wake you at seven, you have several appointments for tomorrow and a lot to learn in the next few days. In the back of your closet you will find your stereo and your favorite music to play this evening. Sleep tight and I will see you in the morning.”

I head back upstairs and to my bedroom. I stare at the image in the mirror as I stand before it. A couple of hours have passed since I accepted the trial, but I can see nothing of my male person anymore. I turn right then left to take in the total image. The braid looks so feminine, the ribbons tied off in a bow at the bottom of it, the ends of the ribbons splaying out over my hips. Since I had forgot to bring a book from the library I pick one from the small bookcase along the closet wall.

I lay it on the bed, then went to look in the closet, the closet is huge dresses lining both sides of the room with shelves at the end. Shoes are lined up on the shelves, most of them heels of varying heights. On a shelf shoulder high is the stereo from the room at the hotel and all of the music I had played on it. I load up a selection for the evening, then turn it on. Suddenly the room is filled with music coming from every direction. I look to see where the speakers are but can’t find them.

The closet keeps pulling me back in, the desire to look at the dresses and outfits quite strong. As I am going through the dresses I see the dress that I saw at the store. I pull it out and hold it up to me, swaying back and forth as if I was dancing in the dress I walk out into the room swirling around, the dress’s skirt swinging back and forth to the music. I gently lay it over the back of a chair, my choice for tomorrow if it is appropriate.

The next day is spent at a salon in a nearby town. Originally in a sweat suit, I am quickly undressed and they start work on me. My body hair is removed, my eyebrows are arched in a feminine shape and my hair is washed, conditioned and cut in a feminine style. Essentially my hair length stays the same but my split ends are removed and then placed in curlers to give me the curls of the era. Placed under a dryer my nails are worked on while my curls are baked in. No exaggerated extensions are used. Just shaped and many coats of polish are added. Once my hair is dry, makeup is added and then sprayed to keep it fresh and smudge free. The last thing before my hairstyle is brushed out is a piercing in both ears and Ms. Liddell’s diamond earrings are inserted. Tina shows up with my underwear and dress for the day and thirty minutes later I am corseted and slipped into the dress.

I will have to admit it is heavenly to be encased in the dress, my corset pushing up extra breast tissue to fill the cups quite full. The dress is form fitting through the waist then flared out to a typical southern belle skirt. Tina helps me get back in the car, the skirt making it a requirement to use the back seat, the whole back seat. Back at home I am helped out of the car and taken inside. Walking through the door it seemed to be so much different. It felt like I was finally home, home where I was raised as Mom’s daughter. I shook my head at those thoughts, but they persisted.

Up to my room, the huge skirt really not hampering me as I climbed the stairs. To my bedroom, and the feeling again as I realized that it was now my bedroom, what Mom wanted when she passed on. I looked in the full length mirror on the stand in the corner, the feminine image all that was reflected back to me. It was indeed the image of Scarlett, a daughter to my Mother, one of the original Patrons of the museum.

I turned around, now sensing all the things I need to do to fulfill my Mother’s wishes for the house, the museum and for my life. A simple brush with history and all of this is now mine.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

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