Ricky continues to dress on his own. He opens the diary and begins to learn what life was like for Sandra.
The Diary chapter 2
By
Paula Dillon
Ricky sat at the laptop having just sent “the” email. He wondered if he had done the right thing. He was glad he couldn’t recall the email, in a way. He just hoped that Sandra Metcalf was alright. He got up and left his room, as he heard his mother moving about.
“Good morning Mom, how are you?”
“I am doing alright, I have a slight crick in my neck from sleeping in an upright position, but that isn’t anything. You are still dressed up.”
“I couldn’t figure how to get out of the corset.”
“Come to my room. I will show you how to get into and out of a corset.”
Ricky followed his mom into her room.
“Undress and I will help you, after I visit the little girl’s room.”
Ricky took off the boots and knee high’s, took the leather pants and blouse off and sat on the bed waiting.
“Ok Ricky, stand with your back to my long mirror,” Angela said, when she came back into her room.
She showed Ricky which ties to pull, to slip the knot and showed him how to loosen the corset, working the slack up and down. “Ok, this is the start point. After you put a corset on, this is what it should look like. Do you see?”
“Yes Mom.”
She then spent about ten minutes showing him how to re-tighten and tie off the corset. This time Ricky, by himself, had pulled the back together all the way. The corset couldn’t possibly be tightened any more. She had Ricky go through the process again, until he was comfortable with it.
“Ok, take it off. We need to clean it. Hopefully it is hand washable.”
Angela took the breastforms from Ricky and set them on her bed. He then took the corset off. The smell wasn't really horrible, but after fifteen hours in the corset, it really needed to be cleaned. Luckily the label read ‘hand wash in cool water, mild soap, hang dry”.
“Come with me, Ricky.”
He followed his mom into her bathroom, dressed only in panties and his gaff. She had one of those two sink lavatories. She began filling one with cool water and Woolite, which she kept in the cabinet beneath the sink.
“Any of the expensive lingerie should be hand washed, Ricky. That will help them to last longer. Washing machines and dryers can rip them to shreds.”
She gently washed and rinsed the corset, until the water, that came out of the corset, was clear.
“Do this as soon as you take it off. Don’t give it time to mildew. Then hang it over your bath tub, like this, do dry.” She said, demonstrating. “Now go hang it in your bathroom and take a shower. You smell a bit ripe.”
Ricky got all of his stuff and went to his room. He had a smaller bathroom all to himself. He looked at himself, after hanging the corset. His waist was still pulled in and he could see where the corset had been.
The shower felt good; he didn’t like to smell sweaty and the water felt wonderful; after being tortured by the corset for so long. Drying himself, he found that his waist had expanded a little. In his room, he thought for a few seconds and then started to get another gaff out, but stopped and got the faux vagina panty thing out. The leather pants had been loose across the butt, with this padding, he figured it would be tight as most girls wear their pants. He saw how it could work as a gaff itself and so he tried it on. It was a little tight as he pulled them over his hip, but it stretched nicely. He got himself situated before he pulled it all the way up.
He then tried out going to the bathroom, without taking the garment off and found that it was feasible. He just had to dry himself off down there, after peeing. He put on a fresh pair of panties that fit snugly. He got out another corset that didn’t have cups on it. He followed his mom’s instructions and found it wasn’t that hard to lace oneself into a corset. This corset was smaller and had about three inches to go, when he got it tightened. He took out a bra and hooked it up it in front. The band of the bra was a little loose, so he used the last eyes to hook it up, before turning it and running his arms through the straps. He looked at the breastforms and saw that they weren’t symmetrical and figure out which form went into which cup.
He looked in the mirror, after he got his bra and breastforms on. Maybe he should have been a girl, because even with his short hair and no makeup on, he could still see a girl in the mirror. He finished dressing in the kneehighs, pants, blouse and boots. He started to put the wig back on, but decided to check out the other three wigs. One wig was a very long black straight hair wig. The hair was about three feet long and the label stated that it was an oriental hair wig. Another wig was about a fourteen-inch blonde hair wig, the label stated it was a page boy wig. The last was a shoulder length, medium golden brown, curly hair wig.
The last wig was closest to his natural hair and he chose this one to wear. It took just a bit of tugging and fiddling to get it in position. The hairstyle was a little mature and made him look older, especially with his chest, waist and hips, but he liked it.
He then did a little makeup, just powder, mascara and lipstick. He had seen Jennifer and his mom do just that before they went out. He then went to the kitchen, where he smelled his mom’s cooking. She wasn’t surprised to see Ricky in girl mode, as she heard him come in, “Are you going to dress like this today?” She asked.
“I guess.”
“You look good, Ricky,” she said, noting the makeup.
“Thank you, breakfast smells good.”
“It will be ready in a moment. Coffee is ready.”
“How many corsets did you find?”
“I have four.”
“Rotate them if you are going to keep doing this and keep them clean.”
Angela also noted Ricky’s backside after he passed by her to get a cup of coffee. He looked bigger through the hips and entirely too comfortable dressing like this.
“You want to come with me today dressed like this. I need to do my paperwork at the shop and a few things. The store will be closed, so it will be just you and I there.”
“I don’t know…” Ricky said, thinking. “I guess it would be alright, if it’s just you and I there.”
“I like that wig on you.”
“I like it too, but it is just way too curly and adult looking for my tastes. I also have a blonde page boy and a really long black oriental hair wig. I might like to try that black wig on sometime, but only as a novelty.”
“Oriental hair is cheaper, is usually coarser and almost always straight haired.”
Angela went to her room and changed out of her bed-clothes into a pair of jeans and a blouse, did her makeup and got her purse. On a second thought she got another purse.
Back in the kitchen, she handed the purse to Ricky, “Those pants don’t have any pockets, so put your stuff in this. Also, include a powder compact, lipstick, and mascara. If you are going to look the part, you need to do it right.”
Ricky went to his room and put his wallet and keys in, along with the items his mom told him to add to it.
“Ok Ricky,” Angela said, on their way to his truck. “You drive. In the unlikely hood that we run into anyone, you are Michelle Long, got it.”
“Got it, my name is Michelle Long.”
“I am just letting you look over some new antiques. We did get some in, by the way, that you haven’t seen and Tom has cleaned up and put your last buy on the floor already.”
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Angela retired to her office and Ricky/Michelle went exploring in the store. He first picked up a PDA, in which they had logged all the merchandise in the store and the listed price. They also included an in house symbol, if the price was negotiable with the wiggle room, or the price was firm. He knew almost every piece of furniture there and after a short while, he had spotted and inspected the things that were new to him. When he found items he hadn’t seen, he would check prices, condition and appearance, making notes on each item. He would take that information and research it on the Internet, and trade magazines, comparing what they had, with what was available there. Then he would recheck the items, if there was any ambiguity in his mind
This was how he learned the antique business. He knew what to look for, how to spot counterfeits and frauds, how to price antiques, and how to make a pitch and close a sale. He wasn’t ready to work for a major auction house yet, but he knew more than many so called experts.
While he was lying on the floor, looking for a makers mark on a table, he heard a knock on their door. He got up and went to the door. A smartly, but casually dressed lady, was waving to him. “We are closed,” he shouted through the door and pointed at the closed sign.
“Please,” the lady said, loud enough to be heard through the glass.
“Just a second,” Ricky said, realizing that he didn’t have his keys with him. He got his purse and returned. Unlocking the door, he stepped out. “We are closed on Sundays and Mondays,” Ricky said.
“Hi, I am Linda Groveston,” she said, handing him her business card.
“Oh, sorry for being so short with you. I am Michelle Long.”
“No problem, I know you’re closed and I am sorry for bothering you, but I really need to talk with you, or the proprietor. I am an interior decorator and an antique buyer for my clients. I have been checking out the local antique stores and such, in the area. I know I am intruding on your work, but I have some major clients moving into the area and they are going to be buying a lot of stuff.”
“Just a Second, let me get Angela Crawford, on my phone.” Ricky got out his cell phone and called his mother. “Angela, (his Mom had him call her by her name, when they were at the store) I have an interior decorator and antique buyer, by the name of Linda Groveston, she wants to come in and check out the store… Yes… I can take care of her. Come on in and let’s talk, Ms Groveston.”
“Please call me Linda, Ms Groveston is my Mom.”
“Ok Linda, please call me Michelle. Now tell me, what are you interested in. I know everything we have.”
For the next two hours, Ricky/Michelle took Linda on a grand tour of the store, showing her the best that the store had in stock. Ricky liked Linda, she knew what she wanted and had a good eye. He didn’t have to explain why some things were very high priced. She had a list and made copious notes of her finds.
Angela poked her head out of the office several times and watched the two interact. Ricky was too busy to be self-conscious, he just acted naturally.
When Linda had seen all that she had wanted to see, she said, “I can see that I will be doing a lot of business with your store.”
“Would you like to talk to the Boss?”
“That is a great Idea.”
Ricky led Linda back into the office.
“Angela, this is Linda Groveston, Linda, this is Angela Crawford, the boss lady.”
“Hello Ms Groveston, has Michelle been helpful to you.”
“She has been very helpful and quite knowledgeable. That is surprising, in one so young.”
“Yes, she really is surprising.” Angela said giggling.
“It is so good to see businesses run by women. Like I told Michelle, I have some major clients that are moving into this area, who just love antique furniture. They have commissioned me to decorate their home and I am going to be buying a lot of antiques. I like your selection and plan to shop here quite a bit.”
“Thank you. We try our best to maintain a good selection. They aren’t always easy to come by, you know.”
“Tell me about it, anyway here is my business information, in case you want to check me out and call the Better Business Bureau, or the credit bureaus.”
“We are usually a cash business, but we can make arrangements for credit.”
“I am sure we can both profit from our businesses. Why don’t you let me take you ladies out to eat, I am hungry.”
“What do you think Michelle, are you hungry?”
“Sure Mom.” Ricky said, before thinking.
“I thought you two were related.” Linda said.
Ricky panicked and his feelings were mirrored in his face.
“Don’t worry, I made you a long time ago. I won’t say anything.”
“Made me? What do you mean?”
“You are a boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’am. My girl friend dressed me up this weekend. I bought a locker that had a lot of cross dressers stuff in it and she wanted to see how I would look in it. Don’t hold it against my Mom.”
“I won’t, I think it is delightful, more boys should experience the fairer side, I think. You have been so natural all day; it has just been bits and pieces that gave you away.”
“Then you won’t mind eating somewhere a little further away from here?” Angela asked.
“Of course not. Michelle needs her comfort and safety.”
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Over lunch they talked about lots of things. Angela told Linda how she had come to open the business. She talked about how Ricky was her big help and how she was teaching him the business and such. Ricky talked about Jennifer his girlfriend, about buying a locker full of stuff and how he ended up dressed like this.
“It is good seeing more women owned businesses Angela and it is very good to see you teaching Michelle the business.”
“I didn’t set out to teach her this business, Linda, but she so wanted to help make us succeed, that she learned a lot by watching me. It was amazing how much she just absorbed. She almost took over keeping the home, so I could work.”
“You really are a delightful person, Michelle.”
“Thank you.”
The three of them then talked business. Linda told them of her new clients, and what they were looking for in the way of furniture and antiques.
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Back home, Ricky checked Sandra’s email, before calling Jennifer. There was no reply yet. He called Jen and found that she was busy and couldn’t come over. So he sat in front of the laptop and opened the diary.
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This is the diary of Sandra Metcalf
I am writing this because my therapist suggested that I write a diary.
When I was born I wasn’t named Sandra Metcalf, I was named William Trent. My family consisted of my father, Wesley, my mother Barbra and my two sisters, Wanda and Amanda. Wanda was three years older than me, and Amanda was five years older.
We lived in suburbia, what can I say. We had the classic two-car garage home, the two and three quarters kids (I guess we took a quarter from someone else, who only had two kids to make me) and a dog.
For the first five years of my life, I guess life was good for us kids. We were kids, what do you expect kids to worry about. We were happy, as long as we had friends, parents that seemed to care, a place where we were warm and safe, and we were fed. I knew other kids back then who had less and I felt so sad for them.
My sisters and I got along well and we often played together. Children under six, or seven, don’t understand gender. Oh, they may know the few differences boys and girls at that age have, but gender is a complex concept to them. Boys knew that girls had cooties and girls knew that boys were just yucky. My sisters were no exception. So at some point, for me to play with them, they convinced me that I had to dress like they dressed.
We really had some fun times playing together. They taught me all about their dolls, their names, what type of dolls they were and how to dress them. Looking back, these were the happiest days of my childhood.
Then one day, Mom caught us. We didn’t think we had done anything wrong. We were just playing together as kids normally do, but Mom just went spastic on me. She tore the dress I was wearing, off of me. It had been one of Wanda’s best party dresses; that got her mad at me. She blamed me, not our Mom, who had actually torn the dress.
To this day, I can’t remember all the bad things Mom said about me that day, but I do remember the shouting, being spanked for such a long time and her railing at my sisters about how bad a boy I was.
My mom and sisters all treated me differently after that point. It was like I was less human to them and didn’t deserve to be loved at the same level as them.
My life wasn’t bad all the time; don’t get me wrong. There were times when we enjoyed being together, but we were never as carefree as before. There was a wall between us, a wall I couldn’t climb over, or walk around, or crawl under, to get to the other side. There were also the lessons; where Momma laid down the law. This was what boys were and this is what girls were. Boys who tried to be girls, were as evil, as girls that tried to be boys, maybe more so.
Where was daddy in all this? Daddy just kept mom happy. She ruled the roost. Dad went to work and brought home the bacon. He and mom never seemed to argue, especially around us kids. Years later, I found out what a myth that was.
Then school came, I didn’t fit in at grade school. I disliked all the rough sports, like football and the girls avoided me, because boys were still yucky to them.
All that I knew was, that things didn’t feel like they should have. I just didn’t understand it back then.
People say that time heals all wounds and in a way I knew that that was partly true. But there are some wounds that just never seem to heal.
I really didn’t have any friends till middle school. Lisa Carmichael, what can I say about her. She was wonderful, she is an angel and she was the first person to really understand me. I was basically a wallflower and Lisa was the kind of girl that cultivated flowers, rather than picking them. I can say that Lisa was responsible for me living as long as I have.
Lisa introduced herself to me the first week of October. I generally sat alone during lunch. Lisa came over and asked if she could sit at the same table, in the lunchroom. I was shocked to say the least. Lisa wasn’t the most beautiful girl in school, but she wasn’t far from it and here she was, sitting with me. I still don’t know how she did it, but she made me talk with her.
The one thing that really stood out about Lisa, was the way she dressed. Girls today would say she had impeccable tastes. She didn’t go into fad dressing, or preppie dressing, she loved sophisticated chic. You would hardly ever catch her dressed down in jeans and such. I think she enjoyed being a girl. Her mom was the same way; I think she may have been a model. I envied her.
Seeing her, awakened things in me long suppressed. It made me both sad and happy. I came to remember the happy times, with my sisters.
She was also the first person who recognized me for who I was.
From that first day, she went out of her way to greet me and see how I was doing. We became very good friends. She loved to talk; she could probably talk a Senator, practicing for a filibuster, into the ground. She also liked to hear other people talking too. I know, that is a contradiction, but that was Lisa.
She came to this realization a week before Halloween. She was keen on dressing in costumes for Halloween. She invited me over to her home after school. We went up to her room. Her room was a vision. It was everything a girl could want. I sat on the stool in front of her vanity and she sat on her bed. She told me about her ideas for her costume. She even had some drawings that she had made. I was amazed at her artistry. She could be a very good artist. I so wished that I could look like those pictures.
One costume pictured her like Galadriel, of Tolkien fame, should look like. The picture was much better than the one in the movie. The second picture had her looking like a Russian Princess; like Anastasia in the cartoon. She looked regal and beautiful. The last picture had her looking like Jessica Rabbit, of ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’, wearing that strapless Red dress.
It was while I was looking at the pictures, when she made her serendipitous discovery. She said, it was the way that I was looking at her drawings. I still don’t know what she saw.
Things got very uncomfortable for me, as she asked some very probing questions. The next hour was a blur, with me ending up wearing one of those costumes for her. I couldn’t believe she got me into her Jessica Rabbit costume.
She had a good laugh, but I had to cry. She was worried that she had hurt me, but I spilled my guts about how right this costume felt. She held on to me for a long time, before I told her about the first time I dressed as a girl, and about my mom and sisters.
I remember her words to this day. “Well, if they won’t let you be who you should be, then I shall have to do it.”
For the next three years, I became Sandra, (She chose the name for me) once or twice a week. I cried for days, when she and her mom had to move away.
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Ricky read a few more pages, he found something intriguing about Sandra and would have loved knowing her. He turned off the laptop and set about returning to Ricky, before doing his homework and the reading for class.
(to be continued)
Comments
He-he, and the girl was outed!
Ricky/Michelle was outed sooo fast - on the first day practically! But to be just, she had an outer with a great eye for detail and a good sense of humour. It must have been some mannerisms gone in contradiction with the presented female image.
Sandra had a lot of luck finding Lisa. It's a pity that he only had her as a friend in middle school, and I have a suspicion that high school was a much gloomier place for a person most widely known as William Trent. However, I don't quite understand why the sisters were so eager to follow his mother, and why she was so stubborn. I think we may be given an answer because Sandra hinted on her family having more issues than he thought at the time.
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
WARMTH and FEELING
ALISON
A soft and lovely story with great things to come
I'm sure.Thank you so much,Paula,very enjoyable.
ALISON
urgh more
i am just loving this story and cant wait for more so thank you paula and i am sure you have alot of sitting waiting for the next chapter of this lovely storie
well hugs from sarav
This story is really good,
This story is really good, you made good job.
This part...getting to know Sandra more...is so sad...
...For the next three years, I became Sandra, (She chose the name for me) once or twice a week. I cried for days, when she and her mom had to move away. I wonder if Michelle will have a Lisa in her life as well? Great story...Thank you!
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
Love, Andrea Lena
2 for the price of 1
I'm loving both the storylines in this series. Ricky and Mom giving what seems a very real look at the antiques business
(the only thing I know about antique shops is to stay out of them. On my budget I cant afford to fall in love with
+ have to have that Bakelite art-moderne clock or whatever) and a wonderfully respectful, mutually supportive
family environment as Ricky discovers his Michelle side ...... And then there is the slowly unfolding mystery
Sandra, who she was & what happened to her. It'll be nteresting to see how/if these 2 tales converge.
~~~hugs, Laika
"Government will only recognize 2 genders, male + female,
as assigned at birth-" (In his own words:)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1lugbpMKDU
The Diary chapter 2
I can't help but believe that Sandra's diary will help to give birth to anotheer girl. But that depends upon if Ricky wants to be Michelle part time, or full time.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine