Departure

By: Bea

Much to my mother's disgust, I dropped out of college in my senior year. One
year later she was even more disgusted by the fact that I was still unemployed
and, as she put it, still "sponging" off of her. That's what
she said. In all truth, I'm sure that by that time she didn't mind. As she had
always hated any kind of housework, the fact that I got to doing it pacified her
more than somewhat. As I had also become a more than
passable chef, she found it more and more acceptable - she just likes to
complain is all. I even think she enjoyed complaining about my pony-tail hairdo
- the source of most of our arguments.

With her being a relatively successful real estate broker, we lived in a
modernized farm house that she'd bought and restored while I was at college. We
were about a twenty minute ride to town which we both enjoyed. Her because it
gave her time enough to think about her work while driving there, but not long
enough to bore her. I enjoyed it because it was far enough out that I didn't
have to put up with a bunch of door-to-door salesmen, etc.

We both enjoyed the house itself. Both for the same reason - the quietness and
the privacy. As she explained "It may be a little too secluded for my type of
business, but I sure love to relax here". I had another little
perk though - the fact that business took her away quite often, and I had the
house to myself.

I will admit that mother and I couldn't be more dissimilar. She's a large,
outgoing woman, very much into people. Loves to joke around, and thoroughly
enjoys a glass or two of Jack Daniels when she gets in at
night. On the other hand, I'm slightly built, can't interact with people to
save my life - somewhat scared of the opposite sex - do like a joke - but forget
it minutes later. Two small glasses of wine and I'm flying. Have
a very strong tendency towards being a couch potato if you want to know the
truth.

Have you ever noticed how a small incident can put your life onto a different
path?. Mother got into a minor car accident. Mother was not wearing a safety
belt. Mother did break her right ankle - as well as
badly sprain her left wrist. Mother then proceeded to make the next few weeks
of my life a living hell. This she did by having me drive her everywhere. This
not only disturbed my routine, her constant criticisms of my driving drove me
batty. Mind you, I'm the first to admit that I'm not a good driver - I get too
nervous, but her constantly shaking head, her pursed lips, and her right foot
constantly trying to brake - while on the passenger side yet, only managed to
make me nervous.

For years she had been bugging me about the lack of a girlfriend in my life. I
kept pointing out that I was friendly with two of the young ladies that worked
in her office. She'd snort that they seemed like 'friends' not girlfriends -
and I was never going to start making grandchildren for her, carrying on the way
I was doing. I was totally embarrassed by her frankness in this subject and
generally avoided it whenever I could. Finally, I guess, she got fed up waiting
and made a date for me.

I was furious. Came close to disobeying her. She got the look on her face
though that I knew meant a lot of trouble for me, so I caved in and agreed to
meet the young lady she'd picked for me. "You'll like her." I was told. "Just
moved into the area. I helped her rent her house a few months ago. Just found
out that I knew her mother in college. One of the sweetest, gentlest girls I
ever knew. If Linda - that's the girl's name, is anything like her mother, I'm
pretty sure you'll like her."

I was nervous of the upcoming meeting with this young woman, but this
description helped assuage my fears. She sounded like maybe someone I could be
friendly with - after all, you can't have too many friends, can you?

It had been arranged that she'd come and pick me up at the house. Mother had
explained that I'd been doing a lot of driving recently and was fed up looking
at the steering wheel of a car. "No sense in letting the girl find out what a
lousy driver you are." she explained.

It had started raining, but slightly, by the time that Linda came to pick me up.
I saw a red Chevy convertible - one of the old ones, with the sort of white
scallop down the side, pull into the driveway in front of the house.

The girl who jumped out of the car didn't look like she was the 'gentle' type.
Leather jacket, red scarf over dark short, wavy, hair. Blue jeans. Looked like
cowboy boots. Gave the car a bad tempered kick, then did something. The
convertible top, lurched up and into place. She seemed to spend a lot of time
setting the locks that located it. As she walked up to the door, I could see her
pull the scarf off her head and shake the rain from it with a bad tempered
shake. Nervously, I decided to let mummy answer the door.

I could hear a sort of muttering in the hall, and they came in together,
laughing about something. Right away, I knew this girl was no shrinking violet.
Confident in her walk and posture, very little makeup. Nice, but firm, mouth.
Small nose. Dark full eyebrows over brown eyes. Physically, about the same as
myself - a little taller in her boots. A firm grip when she shook my hand at
mother's introduction.
"Anderson?" She asked. "A kind of unusual first name, isn't it?" She asked
me. I started to blush.
"Oh yes!" Mother answerd quickly for me. "Been an Anderson in the family for a
long time - but if he doesn't get a move on, he'll be the last."
I blushed again, as Linda laughed.

"A lot of my friends call me Andy" I volunteered quietly.
A surprised look came over Linda's face. "Amazing!" She said. "I was
wondering when I'd meet my newest Annie." She turned to my mother. "This is
fantastic! I've never, ever, in my life not lived anywhere where I didn't have
a friend called Annie - I sorta look on them as being good luck.."
"Andy!" I said, as forcefully as I could. "Andy!"
She lookd startled for a minute, but then grinned an apology. "I'm sorry" she
said contritely "but you do have a very soft voice you know. I could have
sworn you said 'Annie'"

Mummy looked down into the drink she was carrying in her hand. "Sometimes.."
She started to say something, but caught herself in time. Looked up. "That's a
helluva car you've got there. Had it long?"
Linda beamed. "Yeh!" That's my pride and joy." She turned to include me in
her next comment, which was something about valves or cams, or something like
that. Mother shook her head. "Don't talk cars to him. Sees them as being
things to get him from point 'a' to 'b', that's all."
Linda shrugged, and turned her attention back to mummy. "I'm having some
problems with the top. Keeps coming down at the worst times. A real pain in
the ass, I'll tell you.."
"Isn't that dangerous?" I asked nervously.
She grinned. "Nah! Nothing to worry about. It makes enough racket when it
starts to misbehave that I have enough time to stop the car and get it back up
without any problem..."
"Maybe we should call the date off?" I queried.
She gave me a strange look. "If you want." She replied matter-of-factly "But
there's no problem, honest.."

Mummy snorted "You're not calling this date off Andy. Just remember to be
here in plenty of time to drive me to the airport tomorow." She turned to
Linda. "Got a trip I've got to make, so just make sure you have him home in
plenty of time.." She looked out the window. "And it looks as if you'd better
get going. It's getting darker by the minute - we might be in for some heavy
rain."

We left hurriedly, Linda opening the car door for me. I was having a problem
opening it, so she came to my side, and opened it with hardly any effort at all.
"Has a tendency to stick." She said.

She took me to a restaurant on the other side of town, only a couple of miles
from where she lived. Under the amused grins of the female valet parking
attendant, I was let out of the car door by Linda. I felt as if I were being
protected by her. It was a strange feeling, but sort of enjoyable. I noticed
that the rain had got appreciably harder when we left the shelter of the car.

The restaurant was anything but busy, and was quite dark inside. Nevertheless,
a few of the waitresses seemed to recognize Linda, shooting shy smiles at her as
we were shown to our table. She didn't seem to notice them though.

It became almost immediately apparent that I was Linda's date - not the other
way around. She was very attentive to me - pulling out my chair, making sure
that I got the menu that had no prices, being very solicitous of what I should
eat and drink - finally taking over completely and ordering the meal for both of
us. She ordered a glass of blush for my before-dinner drink, and a Jack Daniels
for her own. She was certainly not shy around the waitresses, asking questions
about the menu, recommendations etc., But they didn't seem to mind at all,
fluttering about and being very, very helpful.

I suppose I should have minded, but I was used to being in the presence of a
strong woman - even though this one was a lot more attentive to me and anything
I had to say than mummy ever was. Not that I actually said much.
She had had such an interesting life. Only four years older than me, she had
graduated early - magna cum laude no less, had actually started her own
businesses a couple of times - "Lost my ass the first one, but haven't done bad
since.." she admitted, taking an appreciative sip of her drink as she did so.
She had also crewed on an Alaska - Hawaii boat race. Some of the stories she
told made me shiver - I would never dream of doing that kind of thing. I've no
memory for what we ate, I was so entranced by this new force in my life. When
her toes started stroking my leg under the table I was taken aback. This was
not, actually, my first ever date - but she was the first companion I'd ever
been with that made the advances. I couldn't help it. I looked up at her and
smiled shyly.
"Did you know you're blushing?" She teased, leaning back in her chair a little,
her toe now working it's way up to stroke my inner thigh.

I squirmed happily. I hadn't been aware that I had been blushing, but now I
could feel the heat rise in my face. I didn't answer.
"It's so cute!" She whispered to me. "Almost pretty."
I blushed even more. She laughed, and put her hands over my right hand that I
had lying on top of the table. "I'm sure you and I will be the best of friends
Annie. Don't you think.."

Before I could react to her calling me Annie, she reacted for me - "Oh my god!
Did you hear what I called.. Oh! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me?"
She was obviously so sorry that I just shrugged it off. She started talking
again. Sure enough, a few minutes later she called me Annie again - and with
the same reaction. Again, I accepted her apologies in good grace.

I had had a couple of glases of wine by this time and was feeling very flushed.
Totally captivated by her stories, the interruptions caused by all these
apologies were distracting me from what she was saying. Finally, about the
fifth time, I waved my hand at her. "Linda? It's OK I'm not offended. You
don't need to apologise all the time - honest."

She looked at me, astonishment all over her face. "You don't mind being called
by a girl's name?"
I hastened to correct any wrong impression. "Well, normally I would, of course,
but you did say to mummy that you'd had friends called Annie all your life. I
understand."
She put her hands over mine again. "You're so sweet! So understanding! Just
like the others!"

And I was Annie from then on, for a while at least - even in front of the
waitress. She was a pretty young thing. Pert and with a bounce to her step.
She kept flashing glances at us. Linda finally saw her. "That young girl has a
crush on you, I think. Isn't it nice to see them at that age? She's very
pretty. I'm getting quite jealous, I think. Let's do something with her." And
she made some suggestions.

I wasn't so sure that the glances were directed at me, but blushed some more at
this indirect praise. My mind really wasn't on what Linda was asking me to do
then, so I went along with her. When the girl next came by our table to check
if we needed anything, Linda spoke up. "My friend Annie here, was wondering
about your uniform. Does the company supply them for you, do you have to buy
them, what are they made of? That sort of thing?"

And, with Linda looking on, the girl answered all of these questions and more.
Had me feel the materials of the outer apron, the skirt, the blouse. Showed me
how well the hems were sewn in, had me crush the fabric of the skirt to check
it's resiliency, and check the lace on the hem of the petticoat.
And it struck me - I was just another girl to her. Naturally, I'd be interested
in all the things she was telling me - while she was flirting with Linda!
Finally, I had to get away.
"Where are the restrooms please?" I asked. I actually thought for a minute
that she wasn't about to let me go, but she remembered where she was.
"Along that hall there. Second on the right."
I thanked her and started across the floor. Heard Linda behind me.
"Anne? She made a mistake. That's the ladies she's sent you to."
I was incensed. I had now gone from 'Annie' - which at least sounded like my
name, to 'Anne' a most definite female name. I was too scared to take Linda up
in it, so sent an indignant look back to the waitress instead. She put a false
smile of apology on her face.
"I'm so sorry ... Sir. Don't know what I could have been thinking of.." And
she stared a challenge at me until I looked down!
"Oh. That's OK" I mumbled.


But, in the washrooms, the sound of the rain was now distinct, lashing against
the small windows there with fury. When I got back to the table, Linda was
alone. I had rehearsed what I was going to say.
"Linda? I can't say that I like being called 'Anne'."
She shook her head. "But you said you didn't mind.."
"But.. That was different. That was 'Annie'."

She shook her head some more. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to offend ..
But after you said it was Okay? Well, I'm really.."
She was so truly repentant that I forgave her immediately. This didn't lift her
spirits though and, somehow, by the time we were through, I had accepted that it
was now OK for me to be called 'Anne'.
"A much nicer name don't you think?" She'd asked. Weakly, I'd concurred so
became 'Anne' openly for the rest of the evening.

We were about the last to leave. Outside, it was obvious that the rain was now
a full force storm. The valet parker was going to get the car, but Linda
stopped her. "No honey. That old car can get really balky in the rain. You
stall her and we'd be here all night."
"But we'll get soaked going to the car Linda!" I wailed.
"Don't be silly Anne. I'll go get the car. You'll have to get down to the curb
there - but maybe this young lady here can get an umbrella while I go get the
car?"

The valet girl nodded. Linda pulled her scarf out from her pocket - and
proceeded to tie it around my hair! Shocked, I tried to wave her off. She
addressed me sternly. "Look Anne? I'm gonna get soaked, no matter what. It
won't help you much, but it'll help some, so stop this nonsense, OK?"

And, a minute or two later, the parking valet now openly addressing me as 'miss'
I was led over to the car when Linda drove up. And, even trying very hard to
maintain some degree of masculine pride, I couldn't. I let out little squeals
of protest as some of the rain actually hit my forehead - it was so cold! The
two women smiled at each other as if to say 'she's a weak sister, eh?', I
finally got in the car, and we drove off.

She had a blanket for me, a lovely soft mohair in soft pastels. Gratefully, I
cuddled into it's warmth. Her arm snaked around my shoulder and pulled me into
her. I laid my head on her shoulder, and sighed happily. She put the radio on.
It was full of news about the storm, phone lines down, electricity out and so
on. Idly, I wondered if mother was all right.

It wasn't five minutes later that my euphoria ended suddenly. I must have been
starting to doze off when Linda's arm left me and she swore loudly. I didn't
know what to do. A loud noise came from over my head and, seconds later, a
shock of cold water hit me on the face. I realized that the problem with the
roof had started again.

As I woke to this conclusion, the car stopped totally and all the lights went
out. Linda reacted with a stream of profanity that would have won my mother's
respect. We were still protected by the car roof, but only a little as it
hadn't had time to retract fully before all the power had died. The weather
outside was terrible, but it was clear that we couldn't stay in the car.
"You'll have to give me a hand Anne." She said. "Gotta get this heap to the
side of the road before somebody hits us. You take the wheel. Put the car in
neutral, and I'll push."

She went out into the storm. I moved over into the drivers seat and steered it
over to the shoulder when she pushed it. She came back into the passengers
side, puffing for breath.
"Jesus! It's awful out there. But hate to say it sweets, it looks as if our
best hope is to head for my house. It's only about five hundred yards away, I
think - hard to tell. But I can't think of anything else to do. We can't stay
here all night. Any ideas?"

"No." I said helplessly. "You don't think you can fix the car?"
"Not a hope." She replied. "Honest. I'd go and get an umbrella, but I don't
think I even have one here. I'm pretty sure I left it at the office."
"Well. If you think it's best..?" I deferred to her. She nodded.
"Just a sec then." And took my lovely warm blanket and stuffed it into the
opening between the roof of the car and the winshield. "It'll help keep some of
the rain out of the interior" she explained. "Let's go, eh?"

She was right. Her house wasn't far at all but we were abolutely, totally,
drenched from head to toe by the time we got there. I don't think I've ever
felt so sodden in my entire life. Naturally, I was miserable. She, on the
other hand seemed to enjoy the experience facing directly into the storm, her
strong arm around my shoulders, helping me along.

"Wow!" She said as she let us into the hall of her house. "That was an
experience, eh? Why don't you just strip off all of your clothes here - I'll go
get some towels."
She proceeded to follow her own advice, stripping her clothes off as she spoke.
I couldn't help but see her beautifully formed body as she did so. There wasn't
an ounce of shyness in her as she walked around naked in front of me. I was a
lot more tentative, but really had no choice.

The electricity was out, but there was some light thrown off from a fire in the
living room. She examined me in the semi darkness. Put her hand on the
underside of my upper arm.
"Gee but you're soft." She said. "Don't work out much, do you?"
I started blushing again. "No." I admitted. "But you do, don't you?"

"Oh yeah." She replied. "Here. Feel this muscle." She crooked her arm, and
offered the result for my inspection. I touched it lightly. The hardness was
very impressive. I got an erection that I couldn't hide.

Her teeth gleamed in the reflected light. "Well, there's something not soft.
Hardbody's turn you on, eh?" Then she laughed. "First. Lets get that ponytail
of yours undone. It's cute but your hair'll dry a lot quicker if you do. Then
let me get you something to wear - you can't be very comfortable." With that,
she picked up our piles of wet clothing, and left the room, saying as she left
"Why don't you put some more wood on the fire? Get some more heat in here.
There's a g... good fella."

While she was gone, I undid my ponytail, and shook my hair out. Then I
carefully put some of the logs onto the fire, avoiding the sparks that came off.
The wood must have been very dry, because it was already caught when she
returned a few minutes later.

She was wearing a plaid robe, man's style, tied at the waist. She'd brought me
a large towel and a terry robe. I dried myself quickly, then picked up the
robe. Even in the half light of the fireplace I could see the pinkness of it,
the rounded feminine lapels, the flared sleeves, and the length - down almost to
my ankles. I wasn't about to complain. Gratefully, I slid my arms into it's
warmth and comfort. Stood placidly as she tied the sash around my waist, a
small grin playing around the corners of her mouth as she did so.

I didn't argue too much when she went to a sideboard, then came back and
pressed a snifter of brandy on me.
"Just sip on that by the fire. I'll run you a bath."
"I don't suppose we can call mummy?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Electricity's down. Phones are down. But don't worry.
If the rain lets up, I'll get out and fix the car in the morning - I'll get you
home in plenty of time."

I shrugged. Even mummy couldn't blame me. It was totally out of my hands.
Linda gave me a quick smile and left the room. I sat in a chair by the fire.
Basking in comfort now, my robe around me, the fireplace starting to give out
more heat, a drink to warm my insides, I relaxed back in the chair. I could
hear the sound of water running.

"O.K. Anne" I heard her shout, "Bath's just about ready. Better come on,
before it gets cold." Obediently, I got up and headed out of the room towards
the sound of running water.

She must have got a candle from somewhere because out of the room, away from the
fire, I could see a flickering light coming from an open doorway. I could hear
the sound of running water and, when I went in to the bathroom, saw Linda on her
knees, swishing the water around to check the temperature.

I still had my brandy with me, so took another sip from the glass. The motion
gave my presence away. She looked up. "Hi Anne! Strip off that robe and get
your cute little tush into this water. It's just about perfect. Here, give
that glass to me until you get in. There, that's it!"

The water had a layer of bubbles that must have been six inches deep. There was
also a sweet, perfumy floral scent coming off the water. Hesitating for only a
moment - I was still shy of being naked in front of her, I handed her the robe
and slid into the bath. As she had said, it was just perfect. Warm enough to
make me hesitate a little, but wonderful after I was in a second or two. She
handed the glass back to me. "Here. Don't drink this too fast. Just take it
easy and relax. I'm going to grab a quick shower. Don't fall asleep, o.k?"

I grinned up at her and sank a few more inches into my perfumed bath. Waved my
glass at her. "I'll call when I need you." I said grandly. She laughed and
flicked some of the soap suds that had adhered to her fingers at me and left the
bathroom. I saw that she had taken my robe with her. Took it to be an
oversight on her part.

I followed her instructions as well as I could, but gradually found myself
slipping into sleep. I finished the brandy and put the glass on a small shelf
at the side of the bath. Lay back for what seemed like a second, then came to
with a start to find Linda standing above me. "C'mon sleepyhead" she said
gently. "Lets get you outta there, Linda will dry you all nice. C'mon doll."
She held a large towel up invitingly. I clambered out of my bath and into her
embrace. She wouldn't let me dry myself, so I huddled sleepily against her body
as she rubbed me all over with the soft towel.

I wasn't quite ready for her when the towel was done with and dropped to the
floor. In the flickering candlelight I then saw her advance on me with what
seemed to be a round box in one hand and a fluffy 'something' in the other. She
then started dabbing at me with the powder applicator - for that's what the
fluffy thing was - and replenishing it with powder from the box. The smell of
perfume filled my nostrils. "Linda? What are you doing?" I protested.
"Making you smell pretty. What d'you think silly? Now stand still! There
that's it, all done. Now, let's get your nightie on. Hold your arms out in
front of you, and I'll help you get it on."

I nearly fainted. All the treatment of the night - the constant feminizing of
my role, the girl's name, the perfumed powder had just been the lead-in to the
satin nightdress she was holding out in front of me. I looked at her
doubtfully.
"C'mon Anne." She said gently. "Don't make a fuss now. Be a good girl."

"Please Linda?" I asked softly, but raised my arms as ordered. She smiled and
started putting the satin tunnel over them, and pushing my head into the
opening. I felt the material cascade silkily over my shoulders and down my
body, the hem coming to a rest just above my instep.
"There! Doesn't that feel nice? Here, look in the mirror. I know the light's
not very good. But look at how pretty you look." She turned me to look into a
mirror mounted on the back of the door. Put a possessive arm around my waist.
Fluffed my hair a little with her hand.
The soft light didn't give much detail but, with my hair down about my shoulders
now, a long satin nightdress with puffy sleeves at the shoulder, a scooped
neckline shirred in lace, and the skirt of the gown falling almost to the floor,
I did make a very feminine picture standing there in the protection of her
masculine arm. She gave me a firm pat on the rear. "Now. Aren't you going to
thank Linda for the nice nightdress?"
"Eh?" I said numbly.
"Say 'thank you Linda for the pretty nightgown'" she commanded.
I mumbled my thanks to her.
"She doesn't sound very grateful to me" she said as if to herself "but let's
see if she's any happier with the pegnoir. Here Anne, try this on, why don't
you..?"

Amd in an unresisting haze I put on the diaphonous, filmy, chiffon robe over my
satin nightgown. Then thanked her for that - and the fluffy slippers with the
low heels. Last, but not least, at her request I applied a coat of lipstick to
my lips using the mirror. I wasn't prepared, but wasn't too surprised when she
swept me up into her arms and carried me back into the living room and the couch
by the fire.

She didn't spend long with me. Seemed to know that she was totally beyond any
previous experience that I'd ever had. Kissed and fondled me until I writhed,
then lifted - slowly - the hem of my nightgown until I was bared underneath her.
Brought her body over mine, then sat on top of me. Placed her moistness over my
standing erection, then moved slowly up and down on me until I came with a
shudder that convulsed my whole body.

I don't know if I was drunk, exhausted, or confused - or a mixture of all three.
She carried me to the bedroom, then left me alone for a chance to clean myself
up, and climb into bed. A few minutes later, she joined me. We didn't speak.
Content, I cuddled into her warmth.

During the night, she made love to me again. This time I was a lot more attuned
to my place in the scheme of things, and played my feminine role with more
expertise. I felt even more sure of this when I woke up the next morning and
found with a stab of dismay that she wasn't in bed beside me. I really didn't
think anything at all of pulling on my pegnoir when I went through to look for
her in the kitchen - it seemed natural now. She wasn't there, but a pot of
instant coffee sat warming on the gas range. Gratefully, I poured a cup and
tracked through the house looking for her, my cloud of chiffon floating over my
satin gown.

The morning was bright and sunny, all traces of the night's storm gone. There
were remembrances of course: some broken tree branches in the driveway, some
puddles. I tried the lights and the phone. Both were still dead. Somehow, I
wasn't too concerned about mummy. I seemed to have acquired a new mistress I
thought - one who would be more than capable of taking care of me.

The front door opened and Linda came in, hair tousled, eyes bright.
"Morning Anne. Isn't it lovely out? Did you sleep well?"
While speaking, she came to me and gave me a kiss, her hand caressing my back as
she did so.
"Oh yes!" I replied, warming to her touch. "Slept great. Would you like a cup
of coffee?"
"I've already had one" she replied, "but another won't do any harm, I guess."

I poured her a cup - she took it black. "Been at the car?" I asked. "Can you
fix it?"
"Yes. And yes" she replied. "Matter of fact, it's back here at the house."
She looked at the clock. "I was down there an hour ago. Got the roof down, but
it'll have to stay that way until I get a new part - and I'll need a little
doohickey to fix the electrical problem that we had last night. It should be
easy though, I can pick them up going through town while I'm taking you home."
"Oh? Will the car go OK?" I asked.
She grinned and shook her head. "Yeah. But it's chancy. Have you tried the
phones?"

I nodded. "Yes. But they were dead a few minutes ago"
"Chances are that your mother's cut off as well." She thought out loud. "And
if she is, she can't call a taxi to get her to the airport. What time's her
flight again?"
"One thirty."
"Oh, plenty of time then. Like to wrassle up some breakfast?"
"Sure. Anything you fancy?"
"Nah. Can't have you cooking in that outfit. Some toast will be fine. I'll go
and grab a quick shower. Back in a jiffy."

I made some fresh coffee and set the table. Had the toast nice and warm for her
when she got back. She looked terrific. Jeans, blue shirt type blouse, leather
boots. She smiled when she saw the set table. "I'm not used to being looked
after like this. Nice. But Anne? Can I ask a favor of you?"
"Of course." I replied happily.
"I know I sound like a fuss budget, but you do look kinda mussed. Would you go
and comb your hair a little?.."
"Oh sure!" I said.
"And freshen up your lipstick? It's almost all gone."

I was embarrassed all over again. Her requests made me only too aware of my
feminine clothes and behaviour. I hesitated. She looked at me calmly.
Blushing, I went back to the bedroom, gave my face a wash, combed my hair - put
on some fresh lipstick. She just smiled at me when I got back to the table,
mouthed a 'thank you' at me.


I had some coffee and toast with her, but started to look nervously at the
clock.
"What's the matter honey?" She asked.
"Well I can't possibly wear the clothes I had on last night.. Was hoping you'd
maybe go and get some clothes for me. Explain to mummy why we're late.."
I saw the blank expression on her face, and my words tailed off.
"Well that seems kinda silly, doesn't it?" She asked. "There's tons clothes
here you can wear - and just suppose my car broke down while I was doing all of
that running around? How'd your mother get to the airport? Think she'd be
happy with either of us?"

I considered what she was saying. "Well .. Maybe, I mean if you had some
pants.. A blouse something like you're wearing?"
She was looking at me, open mouthed. Then she smiled.
"You must be joking Anne. These are myclothes, and I don't lend my clothes to
anybody."
I plucked at my pegnoir sleeve nervously. " But what about this robe .. This
nightgown. Aren't these yours?"
She nodded reluctantly. "In a manner of speaking, I guess so. See, mum is a
buyer for a department store. Keeps getting all these great deals - on clothes
I wouldn't think of wearing. I usually collect them for a while, then give them
to the goodwill.."
"But what's wrong with them?" I asked, puzzled.

"Shit! Can't you see? They're so damn feminine! I wouldn't be caught dead in
them!" She said, seemingly amazed that I'd even think to ask such a question.
"But, I'm a man," I said. "So how come you think I should wear them?"

She shook her head, smiling. "But you're a sissie." She said kindly, as if the
answer should be obvious to me. "Sissies keep house for their 'mummy's'- and
like to dress up in pretty clothes. They don't mind being called by girl's
names.." She was walking towards me all the time she was speaking and, as she
reached me, took me in her arms. Whispered softly in my ear "and, guess what?
They're very good at doing what they're told to do by big strong girls like me.
Now. Don't you think you're a sissie, Anne? C'mon now. Tell Linda that you
don't like your satin gown, and your pretty robe. C'mon now." She kissed me.
I shuddered in a kind of fear, but didn't answer.

"See? You like them just fine!" She said playfully. "So let's go and pick you
out some nice clothes to go home in." She started walking me along the hall,
back to the bedroom.
"Please Linda.." I started, but she put a finger gently over my mouth.
"Shush!" She said. "Now listen to me. I'll let you pick out what you want,
but I have some rules that you might want to think about while you're making
your choices. Want to hear them?"
I nodded obediently, and she took her finger away from my lips.

"No pants of any description, no pantyhose - just garter belts and nylons.
You'll need to pad your bra, but I don't want you to be ostentatious about it.
You don't need to wear high heels - but at least a medium heel. Eh? - I think
some of mine will fit you. Once you get your lingerie on - nice lacy stuff now
- put your robe back on, and call me. I'll make you up and do something to your
hair."


I shook my head, but very slowly, terror driving me to argue. "But Linda.. I
can't .. What will mummy.. Oh dear... Must I Linda?"
"Look, you silly little goose," she said kindly "You have to borrow some
ladies clothes to go home in. Right?"
"I guess so." I admitted.
"In a car that's open, with the roof down. Right?"
I nodded.
"So. Do you want to look like a man in girl's clothes when I stop at the
dealers for the parts - or look like a girl waiting for her friend?"

I couldn't speak. The horror of what she was saying crashing through my
defences - she was going to take me into town while she bought her auto parts!!
By being silent, I lost my chance. By this time, we had reached the door to the
bedroom. She pushed me gently "The pretty lingerie is in the bottom drawer
there - the outerwear for you is in the right hand side of the closet. Hurry
now Anne. We don't have all day." With that, she closed the door behind me.

In a kind of dream state, I went and explored the areas that held the clothes
for me. The drawer held a lot of pastel-hued frothy lingerie, folded in what
looked like 'sets', each set containing panties, bra, garter belt, then slips of
various lengths, some full , some half - and camisoles. Packets of nylon
stockings were stored down one side of the drawer.

The closet held what she had described - feminine clothing. There was one pant
suit, but the pants were of a silky material, and very large, with an outrageous
floral design. They were more feminine than some of the dresses!
It didn't matter anyway, I thought. Linda had said "no pants", and I wasn't in
any frame of mind to challenge her. Slowly, I made my choices from the two
areas.

The lingerie I picked was a sort of pale salmon color, lace edged. The panties
were briefs, and the set contained a half slip - quite short - and a camisole.
I picked a silky blue blouse with a shirt front, but large lapels, and long full
sleeves. A black skirt of a sort of heavy silk (turned out to be gros-grain
later) that zipped at the back.

I undressed and showered. Powdered myself again - didn't see any harm in it
now. Then started getting dressed. I'd thought that the fastening of the bra
and garter belt might give me trouble, but I had no problems whatsoever.
A few minutes later, totally ensconsed in my new lingerie, I searched for shoes.
Found a pair of dark patent leather that weren't too high in the heel -
actually quite comfortable too. I padded my bra with a couple of silk scarves I
found then, taking a deep breath, kicked the shoes off, put my robe on, and
called out for Linda.

She was most complimentary about my choices. I blushed with pleasure at what
she was saying. I blushed some more as she made me up, teasing me unmercifully
as she applied the various cosmetics - the base, blusher, eyeliner, mascara, and
lipstick - asking me how my 'mummy' would like me now. I tried to object when
she glued long red false nails over my own.
"So? We break down and I've to get a tow truck. A girl like you're gonna look
like with no nails? Don't be crazy!"
After that, she took a battery operated curling iron and crimped my hair into
some waves at the front. "We'll put a scarf on you later. Shouldn't look too
bad" she explained.

Then I was getting into my skirt and blouse, ashamed again when she pointed out
how my pretty underwear showed underneath the blouse. At her instigation, I put
on a pearl necklace with earrings to match, then a sort of chunky bracelet and a
couple of costume jewelry rings.

She gave me a light, silky, anorak type of thing to wear as a jacket over my
outfit, then tied my hair with a a light blue scarf that tied under my chin.
Then she gave me a pair of wraparound sun glasses. Through them, I stared at
the woman that faced me in the mirror.
"Just think how nice I could have you looking with a real pretty dress and some
time." She said, grinning. I gulped.

The last item of my wardrobe was a handbag. "Ever see a woman without one?"
Was all it took to convince me.
The car started up just fine. At first I was terrified, but sitting on the seat
beside her, her arm around my shoulder again, I started to relax. It didn't
take us long to get back into town. She parked in the small lot beside the auto
parts store, and I sat in the car for what seemed like an eternity.

And then one of the young ladies that worked for mummy passed by. Her eye was
probably caught by the car first, but I could sense her curiousity in me.
For a terrible second, I thought she was going to come and talk. Did the only
thing I could. Opened my handbag and took out my lipstick. Pretended to be
totally engrossed in my reflection in the rear view mirror while I carefully
applied a new coating.

"My! Aren't we a quick learner." I heard Linda's voice as she got in the car.
I took my eyes from the mirror and only Linda was there - the girl was gone.
Linda obviously assumed that I was just being feminine. I didn't think I stood
much chance of explaining, so just closed my lipstick tube up and put it back in
my bag.

She'd got the parts she needed to fix the car. "I can do it at your house.
We'll have plenty of time." She said, looking at her watch. "It's what? A
half hour at most to the airport from there? It's only eleven right now. We
should be at your house in fifteen minutes - I'll need ten minutes tops to
replace the parts. Plenty of time!"

I sighed, a sort of fright taking over me. In a short while my mother was going
to see her son totally dressed and made up as a woman. Everything that had
happened could be explained, but it suddenly seemed that, surely, there must
have been other choices open to me. I just couldn't seem to think clearly about
what they were though. The quicker I could get back into my own clothes, the
better, I thought. Might get my thinking back into some sort of logical order.
I grinned to myself - maybe I was a 'natural' female. Put me in women's clothes
and I became the prototype 'bimbo', incapable of thinking for herself.

"Anne?" I heard Linda ask. I shook myself out of my thought stream.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Want you to do something for me honey. O.K?"
"Of course Linda." I said softly.
"You're comfortable in these shoes?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact I am." I answered.
"Good! I thought so. You were walking fine in them back in the house."
She paused.

"But what does that have to do with what you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well.. I don't want you, all of a sudden to discover that you've got problems
in them - like wobbling around. That sort of thing."
"But why would I do something like that?"
"Well... You might not want your mummy to think that you're too good on heels.
Might give her some ideas, you know?"

And I saw what she meant. I couldn't show any vestiges of masculinity at all -
not even being unable to walk in heels. I shuddered. What was mummy going to
say?

We parked out front. "Just stay there Anne." Linda said. "I'll get the door
for you."
Mummy had heard the car drive up, and had come out onto the porch. I guess
she'd been expecting Linda - but obviously didn't know who the hell I was.
"Where's Andy?" She called out.

Linda didn't answer. Just opened the car door for me. Handbag in hand, I slid
out from the car, and straightened my skirt a little.
"I'm here mummy." I called out weakly.
I saw her mouth literally fall about four inches. Then she laughed. "It wasn't
hallow'een last night by any chance, was it? Or did I miss something?"
"Honestly mummy? There's an explanation.." I started.
"You can tell her later Anne. Let's get in the house now." Linda suggested
firmly, taking my arm.

Mummy was transfixed at the doorway, but recovered enough to step aside to let
us in.
"Must have been a helluva storm right enough. Looks like it blew my son into my
daughter." Mummy laughed. "By god Andy! You make a nice looking girl. I'd
never have suspected.."
"I call her Anne" Linda said slowly and deliberately. "Don't like Andy. So,
if you don't mind, d'you think you could get used to calling her that?"
She turned to me "How's about wrassling up some lunch hon? I'm starving."
"But I'll need to change, Linda."
"Later dear. Right now, put an apron on to cover up your blouse and skirt, and
make some lunch for all of us, eh?"
She had a look in her eye that warned me from making any argument. Meekly, I
went into the kitchen and started preparing the table for lunch.

I could hear some talking going on between the two of them. At first it was
low, but then I heard them laugh together. When I called them in to eat, all
indications of any tension between them were gone.

After lunch, Linda went out to the car to effect the repairs. Mother came into
the kitchen where I was doing the dishes.
"That Linda's quite a girl" she said admiringly. Then she looked at me archly
"or do you see her as a guy?"
I blushed. Changed the subject. "Well. That's the dishes done. I'd better
get upstairs and change. It's almost twelve. We'd better start thinking about
getting you to the airport."

"Linda know you're gonna change clothes?" She asked.
"Well .. She said I could do it later - and it's later, isn't it?" I parried.
"I mean I can't be walking around like this all day." In spite of my words, I
was starting to have the strangest feeling.
"Maybe I'd better go talk to her." I said carefully.
"Might be a damn good idea - Anne." Mummy said, laughing again. "I have the
feeling that you'd better not show too much independent thinking around the bold
Linda - you could find yourself over her knee pretty quick, I think."

I took my apron off. Hung it up, then went out to talk to Linda. She was just
finishing up. "Hi honey" she said cheerfully. "All fixed. Just let me get
cleaned up, and we'll get mummy dearest to the airport."
I tried to act nonchalent. "It'll only take me a minute or so to.."

"To do what?" She asked, puzzled. "If you're talking about moving your mother's
luggage to the car, you can take the little cases. But leave the bigger ones
for me - they'll be too heavy for you."
"Ah .... I was actually meaning to go and change.." I stammerd.
"What for?" She replied.
"Well.."
"Anne? Just stop being so silly. I don't have enough time that I can stand
around here, talking nonsense with you. If you want to change, you can do it
when we get back to the house."

"I've to go to the airport looking like this?" I said weakly.
She examined me. "Well. Your makeup needs a touch up, but other than that, I
can't see that you need do anything.."

The three of us left for the airport shortly after this. I'd freshened up my
makeup and had the anorak, scarf, and sunglasses back on. I sat in the front in
the passenger seat. Linda made me stay there while she unloaded mummy's luggage
at the kerb. Mummy came and leaned into the car. Gave me a kiss.
"See you when I get back Anne. Be good."
Linda said her goodbye as well then jumped back in the car. She had me put my
head on her shoulder after we left the busy airport. I settled into her
comfortably.

Then, sudenly I saw that we were not heading back to the house.
"Where are we going Linda? I think you missed the turnoff."
"I'm going to the house." She said "where do think?"
"But the house is back that way.." I said, puzzled.
"No. Your house is back that way. My house is this way."

"But you said I could change when we got back to the house..."
"That's right. I did, and you can. There's all sorts of pretty clothes you can
put on there, don't you remember?"
I could see now what was happening. It was going to take a while for me to get
any chance of changing back into more masculine garments. I sighed and relaxed.
"You want me to stay with you until mummy gets back, don't you?" I asked.


"Z'actly! Thatagirl!" She laughed. "Then, when she gets back, I'll move in
with you guys. See, she didn't want to give up her housekeeper and I don't want
to give up my girlfriend. This seemed like the best compromise. Don't you
think? See, by the time she gets back, you'll just be so pretty and feminine
you'll never think about being a man again."

I thought about the contents of the closet back at her house. "There's a nice
pair of floral pants there Linda. I know you said that I can't wear pants - but
they're really pretty. Can I try them on?" I asked meekly.
"Not today." She said firmly. "Just dresses for a while. Then we'll see."