Hi, so I did write a story on here ages ago, but can't even remember what it was called (or what name I used). It never got finished anyway though, so here's something new, and it works quite well as a stand alone tale.
I decided to do something a little different with this, and set myself a bit of a challenge; I wanted to do a fairly sweet coming of age tale, something without overt sexuality in it, but that was still focused on a sissy. If that makes you want to not read this, well I think (or hope) you'll be pleasantly surprised.
We all know most sissy stories usually end up with some combination of forced-fem, incest, humiliation, overt sex, underage sex, bondage and so on. These are all the things I wanted to avoid.
As I said, I was aiming for a fairly sweet, coming of age, self discovery, kind of tale, with only a minimal mention of anything related to sex at most, and this is what I ended up with. I hope you enjoy it.
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"Mum, I'll be fine, seriously. I'm old enough to look after myself for a few hours; and you'll be home well before dark anyway." David had been pushing to be allowed to stay home alone ever since he started high school, and now he was on the cusp of getting his wish. His Mum had finally tentatively agreed, as long as he cleaned his room. David had, of course, agreed instantly; a few chores were a small price to pay for not having to sit through a day of everything football with his Uncle Josh. Now if he could just get his Mum in the car before she changed her mind again.
Georgina "Georgie-don't-call-me-Gina" let out a long suffering sigh at her growing boy's push for independence, and after checking again that he had the phone numbers for her office and mobile, as well as for his Uncle, she gave him one final hug - which he didn't quite squirm out of - and got into her car. She waited till he closed the door before pulling out of the driveway, certain there was an eye roll involved, then headed off to work.
David closed the door then watched through the stained glass panels as his Mum pulled out and drove off, he waited till the sound of her car had completely faded away into the distance, then turned away from the door. With a shiver of excitement, he practically skipped down the hall to his sister's room, his hands shaking as he looked about her den of utter femininity. This is what he'd been waiting for; the chance to try on her things without the risk of getting caught, and he had hours till Mum would be home!
He wasn't entirely sure when or how he'd started wanting to crossdress, but he'd been taking chances for years now. A skirt from the laundry here, a pair of high heels in the entryway there; stolen moments of girly delight. The opportunities had increased when his sister, Beth, had moved away to go to university; she'd wanted to be a nurse for as long as anyone could remember, and continued to work hard to achieve her dream. David however was the artist of the family, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, but right now he just wanted to be pretty.
There was no question about what he was going to wear, not this first time, after so much planning, dreaming, and sneaking through Beth's things to see what she'd left behind. With a squee he didn't know he had in him, he threw open the wardrobe doors and started to reach in, when he stopped. He was positively bouncing with excitement, and his palms were sweaty; which was what made him pause. He didn't want to spoil any of the lovely girly things, he wanted to be able to wear them again and again. "Shower first," he told himself, and with a nod went off to the bathroom.
He took the time to enjoy the shower and calm down, scrubbing himself as clean as could be, and even using some of his Mum's flowery bodywash to help set the mood. There was a pack of razors there, and he so wanted to shave his legs for the right feel, but couldn't risk it with his school shorts. He took a razor anyway, and removed the few hairs from his underarms; no one would notice that. Stepping out of the shower fresh and clean, he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his body the girly way, as he'd seen his Mum and Beth do, then padded softly toward his sister's room.
The shower had relaxed him, so he was no longer shaking, and the new scents clinging to him had helped set the mood. Taking his time, he gathered what he was after, starting with underwear. The panties were brand new, he'd found the unopened pack of three hidden in a bag in the wardrobe during his explorations a while back; they were soft cotton, obviously nothing too expensive, but a light pink with just a hint of lace around the legs. They were perfect, and better yet, there was a bra that matched them near enough perfectly. The lace tickled the light hairs on his legs as he pulled them up, it was a nice feeling, but he really wished he could shave; that must feel so much nicer. He positioned his boy bits in just the right spot as he settled the panties around his waist; too far back and it hurt to sit on them, too far forward and there'd be an ungirly bulge. His penis had stiffened a little, but he'd found that just helped hold it in place.
With the panties on, he slipped the towel off and hung it over the rail at the end of the bed, then picked up the bra. It wasn't quite the same shade of pink as the panties, and the little satin bow between the cups was a different colour to the one on the front of the panties, but they still matched pretty well. It took him a little while to get it on and done up, then he had to take it off and adjust the straps before twisting around to get it back on again. Satisfied, he filled the cups with some padding he found in one of the drawers; remembering how quickly Beth had grown boobs, and smiling at now sharing her secret.
The second drawer of her dresser had tights, pantyhose, stockings, and socks in it. He'd searched through it in advance to find the perfect pair; the tights weren't too thick, but also not so thin that his leg hairs - sparse though they were - would be noticeable, plain white without any prints, but with some sort of shimmery glow to them that he loved the look of. He'd seen his Mum change some torn knee-high stockings before, so tried doing what she'd done by bundling them up into a ball, and gradually pulling them up his legs. That seemed to work, and felt even better sliding up his legs than the panties had. He got his right leg up to his knee, did the same with his left, and then came a lot of careful pulling and prodding to get them up to his waist. He ended up having to take them back down to his knees and try again, as somehow he'd got things all twisted around and just weird feeling, but in the end he got them on without tight spots or oddly twisted seams.
Taking a moment to rest and sit on the bed, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the towel. Who knew girling up could be such hard work?
Having caught his breathe, he went back to the drawers and got a pair of socks, sat back down, and pulled them on. He didn't think real girls wore socks and tights at the same time, but he wanted extra girly; and the soft ruffled lace around the top of the socks was exactly that. He thought about shoes for a moment, then decided it'd be easier to finish with the clothes first, he just hoped his idea worked.
Skirts and tops were all very well, and some could be super cute and girly, but nothing was as distinctly feminine as a dress, according to David. The one he pulled from the wardrobe was perhaps not as fancy as some, be he loved the colour; a light girlish purple that probably had a name all of its own that he'd have to learn some day. The neckline was high enough that it didn't make his lack of real boobs obvious, and the sleeves were light fluttery things with a triangular shape to them. The bodice continued down fairly plainly to the waist, where the skirt part suddenly erupted in layers that fell to just above the knee, with a shimmery top layer that matched the sleeves, and went perfectly with the shimmery tights. But David thought it could be made super girly with one addition; carefully laying the dress on the bed, he reached into the back of the wardrobe and pulled out another hanger. This held a petticoat made up of masses of soft fabric that would puff the skirt of the dress out in such a blatant display of girlish softness that he couldn't possibly go without it.
Now he just had to work out how to put it all on. He wasn't sure if you were meant to step into the dress like you would a skirt, or pull it over your head like a t-shirt. He'd never be able to step into it with the petticoats on, so was that meant to be added last? Deciding to try pulling the dress over his head first, David soon discovered that wasn't going to work, stepping into it worked much better. Pulling it up to about the right place, he slipped his arms into the sleeves and pulled the dress the rest of the way up. Much twisting and pulling and grunting followed as he tried to zip the dress up, it was the bra all over again! He got it after a little while though, then sat on the bed again to catch his breathe.
A few moments later he reached for the petticoat, unclipping it from its hanger, before trying to work out which was the front and the back. There didn't seem to be much difference besides the tag, so guessing that went to the back, he stepped into it. It was so puffy! He had to bunch the dress up around his waist, hold it up, and pull the petticoat up, a third hand would have helped. But he got it before too long, then gently pulled the skirts of the dress back down and into place.
This was brilliant! He spent a few moments just bouncing and twisting, feeling the soft puffy skirts bouncing and fluttering with his every move; it was everything he'd dreamed of. Well, almost. He wiggled his toes deep in the tights, the lacy socks, and the plush carpet of his sister's room, and then went looking for shoes.
They had to be high heels of course, and his little stolen moments with the occasional pair had taught him he could walk in them, even if he was still a little wobbly. Luckily in amongst the mass of shoes his sister owned, she'd left behind just the pair he wanted. Again they were a light purple, though perhaps slightly darker than the purple of the dress, the heel wasn't too thin, so he could walk in them easy, and an ankle strap would keep them from falling off; he wasn't sure how you got shoes to stay on with just the toe straps. Not that these were strappy, other than the ankle strap they seemed like normal high heels, whatever that type was called; he had so much to learn. So the back and sides were closed in, and the front covered his toes with no hole in the front for his toes to stick out of, he didn't really like the look of those toe hole ones.
He stepped into them like he'd seen his Mum do, balancing himself on the wardrobe door as they angled his feet, shifting him up and forward. They were a little tighter than he'd expected, probably the tights and socks, but they still fit well. He'd sit down to do up the straps in a moment, but first he took advantage of the extra few inches of height and reached for a box on the top shelf. He set the box down on the bed, walking carefully so as not to trip on the loose straps of the shoes, then sat in the room's only chair - taking a couple of tries before he worked out how to do so in the puffy skirts and petticoats, smoothing everything down under him and lifting the sides a little as he sat. The straps on the shoes were a little trickier than intended, he had to do them up blind due to the puffiness of the dress and petticoats getting in the way.
Turning away from the mirror for now, he reached for the box on the bed and lifted the lid off with a grin. The box was just an old shoebox, but inside was a mass of pink, purple, and blue hair; the wig from Beth's once-off experiment with cosplay. He'd had no idea what character she was meant to be, but had thought she'd looked awesome anyway, and had told her so. It was just what he needed to top his look off. He lifted the wig out carefully, and brushed it and the two ponytail bits with an old brush that Beth had left behind till it looked as good as new. Also in the box were a couple of flimsy half-stocking looking things, that he knew were meant to be put on before the wig; his hair was fairly short, so there wasn't much to keep out of the way, but he picked one up as he wanted to do it right.
He pulled the wig on, which was easy enough as it wasn't too long, but it tickled his eyebrows, so he took it off again, laying it carefully on the bed. There were some odds and ends of make-up he wanted to try, just mascara and lip gloss, and didn't want to mess up the wig. The lip gloss was easy enough, it had a little foam brush sort of thing under the lid for painting it on, and being the artist he was it wasn't too difficult to put it on; he chose a glittery pink from the few available to him, and loved the look and feel of it. The mascara however was nowhere near as easy to apply. It took several tries, a poke in the eye, and a dash to the bathroom for some tissues, before he could get it on without painting his eyelids or cheeks.
Turning back to the wig, he pulled it on again, adjusting the little straps inside it that would keep it on his head; this at least was easier than the bra. He then spent a while with the two pony tails which clipped on, getting one behind and above each ear, having to move them around a bit so they weren't lopsided. But he got them right, and sat looking at himself in the mirror.
He wasn't sure he really looked like a girl, it was all a bit over the top for a start, but he certainly looked girly, which was just what he wanted. With a growing smiled he jumped up, feeling the puffy skirts flounce around him, and nearly skipped over to the full length mirror on the wardrobe door. He spent a while just looking at himself in fascination, he looked girly alright; probably more so than even his sister, and it was all her stuff!
There was no guessing how long he spent in front of the mirror. He flounced, and twirled, blew himself kisses, and even tried a curtsey - though he didn't quite have the balance for that, ending up having to grab onto the bar along the foot of the bed too keep himself upright. But eventually he decided that was enough. Oh he wasn't getting changed, he didn't want to do that till he absolutely had to, but he didn't want to confine himself to this one room either. Deciding to get a drink, he stepped out into the hallway and froze.
He really was home alone, wasn't he? Standing absolutely still so as to keep his skirts from rustling, he strained to listen for anything that meant he wasn't the only one here. But beyond his thudding heart, the house was silent. After a moment he took a deep breathe and continued his trek to the kitchen; he was fine, paranoid, but fine.
He calmed down on the short walk, and got to enjoy the swish of his skirts, and the clip clop sound his heels made on the kitchen tiles. After pouring himself a big glass of juice - Mum didn't like soft drinks at home, but he could have as much juice as he wanted - he grinned at the pink lip gloss left on the glass. He wiped that off with a paper towel quickly, not wanting to risk forgetting to wash it off before his Mum found it. Then his eyes bulged as he stared frozen at the clock on the microwave.
Had it really taken almost two hours to get dressed?
A glance at the dining room clock to double check revealed that yes, it really had. That meant he didn't have as long as he thought, though there was still a few hours till his Mum came home. But, he decided, he'd need to allow at least an hour to get himself ungirlified, if it had taken so long to get dressed. Plus he'd want to do that early enough not to risk being found, and he still had to clean his room as promised, so that meant he had maybe half an hour?
Opting for a quick sandwich for lunch, so as not to waste too much time, he tied his Mum's white cotton apron around his waist to keep his clothes clean, and again got to enjoy the swishing and clicking as he walked about the kitchen fetching bread, butter, and fillings, to make his lunch. Eating didn't take long, and as he started to clean up the little mess he'd made, he realised the obvious solution to more girly time was to just clean his room while dressed; besides, it might make it more fun. He'd just have to keep an eye on the time.
Deciding to keep the apron on, as he really didn't want to ruin the dress, he walked with renewed vigour to his room. He made a quick check in Beth's room, in case there was anything he needed to clean up in there, but there was just what he was wearing, plus the hangers on the bed; that could all wait. Taking another look at himself in the mirror he blew himself another kiss, and this time managed a curtsey without losing his balance. With the apron added to his outfit, he looked like some super girly anime maid, he liked it. So adding a little more lip gloss, after noticing that eating had wiped some of it off, he headed out to start his promised chores.
Over the next hour, things were put away, dirty clothes were taken to the laundry, and - figuring he might as well - the washing machine was started. The floor was cleared, books and magazines were put in shelves, and clean clothes hung up or folded and put away. All in all it was probably the cleanest his room had ever been. David discovered that tidying up was ever so much more fun in a puffy dress and high heels, and before he knew it, he was done; and with time to spare. Wanting to hold onto the feeling a little longer, he fetched the vacuum cleaner from the hallway cupboard, and vacuumed his floors.
After putting his just washed clothes into the dryer, he went to put the vacuum cleaner away, but decided to do the hallway as well. Walking about, skirts swaying and high heels quietly clip clopping on the carpet he'd discovered a rather pleasing feeling. His penis had stiffened again in its panty prison beneath girlish lace and skirts, but this wasn't at all like the feel of quickly jerking off. That was hard and fast, and trying not to make too much noise, but this was soft and slow, warm and cozy; no mess, just niceness. Wanting to keep the feeling as long as possible, he vacuumed the entire house, enjoying the swishing, clip clopping, and occasional little tingles down below as he walked about.
When there was no more to do, he put the vacuum cleaner away, fetched his clothes from the dryer, hung and folded and put them away. There really was nothing more to do, and there was only about an hour before he expected his Mum to come home. He went and had another glass of juice, washing the glass when he was done, and heading back to his sister's room.
He just stood in front of the mirror again, really needing to get undressed, but wanting to savour the last few minutes. With a sigh he sat down, unbuckling the shoes, taking off the wig, piece by piece disassembling himself - or herself? one of those - and putting everything away where he'd found them. Keeping the panties on crossed his mind for a moment, but he dare not risk it. A few minutes later he tromped naked to the bathroom, flat feet feeling strange after hours in heels; he wondered if the slight ache was from wearing high heels or taking them off?
Never mind, he washed his face thoroughly, checking and rechecking that he got every last trace of make-up off, hiding the last remnant of his girly day. He looked like David again, he looked himself over in the bathroom mirror, and wondered who he looked like before, if he only looked like David now. The name Susie popped into his head for some reason, bringing a warmth with it which he savoured for a moment. Yes, he thought, I hope I get to be Susie again soon.
His Mum arrived home less than an hour later to find him sat on the couch playing a game on his play station. "I hope you remembered to clean up, and haven't just been playing that all day." She accused, but looked around and noticed things rearranged here and there as he protested.
"I said I would." He informed her, but she was halfway up the hall already. He paused his game, and went to follow, hoping he hadn't missed anything.
"Wow David!" Georgie exclaimed, "this looks amazing!" She turned to her son as he came up to her, looking a little uncertain. Pulling him into a hug she reassured him "you did great." She pulled away and looked at him with a small teasing smile, "And you vacuumed the whole house, are you sure you didn't hire a maid while I was out?"
"Mum!" He protested, turning away as he felt a blush cross his face.
But his mum just giggled at him, gave him a peck on the cheek - his blush grew - and said "I'm proud of you sweetie. A little alone time does you good, huh?"
"I guess." He agreed, looking at her in hope.
She tussled his hair and wandered off to get changed. "Well, keep this up and you can have Saturdays to yourself from now on then."
He bounced in place, and a little of that squee from earlier crept out again. His Mum laughed, but he didn't care. More Susie Saturdays were going to be awesome!
I've been chewing on ideas for other stories, but this won't let me ignore it, so here's another of Susie's Days - see Susie Saturdays for the first.
David watched through the stained glass panels as his mum got in her car and drove away, just as he had every Saturday for a couple of months now; but today was no Saturday, but instead was one of the odd Sundays his mum had started working. This had begun only a few weeks after David began to get Saturdays to himself - or herself, as he'd began to think of his Susie form. The money was good, mum earned extra on Sundays, and a little of that made its way to David; Georgie had been most pleased with her son's housekeeping, and had given him a raise in his pocket money as a result. It was an extra $5 a week, and he'd begun saving it for future Susie purchases; he couldn't expect to have only his sister's things forever.
As he stepped into the shower for his now familiar pre-dressup routine of washing himself with some flowery scented soap, David thought and rethought his outfit for today; and what he needed to get done. The first few weeks of Saturdays had been going great, when he realised a small problem; how was he going to wash Susie's (or his sister's) clothes? Simply adding laundry to his Saturday housework was the obvious solution, but it also wasn't. Washing the clothes was only half the problem, as they then needed to be hung out to dry - most being too delicate for the clothes dryer, or so their labels said. Not wanting to risk it, he'd come up with a solution that while not ideal, it appeared to work ok. Giving everything time to dry and then be put away before his mum was home, and without risking curious questions about less housework being done the day before.
Drying himself off, and wrapping a towel around his body, he was once again grateful that few of Beth's clothes needed dry cleaning; as he had no idea how to go about getting that done. Not without being found out at least. David curled his toes in the familiar soft pile of his sister's carpet, and felt the familiar tingle sweep through him at the sight of the den of femininity that was all his, even if it was only borrowed. He'd start out simply today, wanting to be quick to get started on the laundry that need to be finished. It started out the same though; panties first. Being simple cotton, he could wash and dry these on Saturday, and there was always several pairs to choose from anyway.
White was today's colour, with a little ribbon on the front; they were simple and fairly plain, but just the thing for a laundry maid, surely. Again they tickled the hairs on his legs as he pulled them up, and he wondered as he usually did if there was some way he could shave them. A bra was next, plain white and simple again, a t-shirt bra apparently. He'd started to learn what some things were called by looking up fashion and lingerie (and he'd pronounced that wrong for almost a month) on the internet; but even with incognito mode, there was only so much a teenage boy could look at womens' clothes without arousing suspicion. Then there were names that were different even in the same language; he'd been ever so confused till he realised that Americans called suspenders garters. Apparently they called braces suspenders, but he had no idea what they called garters, maybe they called them braces? It was still confusing, and he wasn't sure he'd ever understand the differences in dress and shoe sizes.
With the bra on, he slipped in the padding to fill it out a bit. Then, skipping the wardrobe for now, he pulled a simple short summery dress out of a drawer, and easily slipped it on. It was a light blue, with a very faint flower pattern in white; nice and light, it was just the thing for skipping about the house in for a few hours. Plus he loved the way the skirts of it fluttered around his upper legs. The wardrobe provided a pair of white platform sandals, while they had a bit of a heel on them, they were flatter than proper high heels. But they were still about 3" tall though, and he liked the feel of them; they felt like they should be big and clumsy, but somehow still had a dainty girlishness to them that felt wonderful. Buckling them on he bounced a bit in them, not sure how they managed to be firm and soft at the same time, then moved to finish himself - or herself now - off.
He wasn't going to wear the wig today, hoping to have time to give it some care and brushing, but instead went with a blue bandanna that sort of matched the dress. He'd seen some woman on TV wearing a one over her hair while working around home, and thought that was the perfect Sunday look for Susie. With that tied in place, he finished off with a bit of pink lip gloss, which had become a special thing for him in that it felt totally normal, and odd to be without. It had started with dry windy days, resulting in dry cracked lips. The discomfort of which had eventually drawn his mum's attention, and she bought him a stick of lip balm; after some not entirely faked protests by him, and many reassurances from mum that it was perfectly normal for some men, and not at all like lipstick, he'd started using it. Then he just never stopped; he liked the feel of having something on his lips all the time, even if it wasn't bright pink. So now he felt like he always had a little bit of Susie showing, even if it didn't really 'show', with a bit of colour added for those special Susie days.
As usual he looked at herself in the full length mirror, and Susie looked back. Not quite as frilly and over the top as Saturday Susie, but Sunday Susie was still unmistakably girly, just they way she like it. As had become her custom once dressed, she dipped a curtsey to her mirror self and skipped out into the hallway. The sudden panicked freezing up she'd had that first day had passed, but Susie still took a moment to pause and listen, just to be certain she really was home alone. Then she turned back around, and getting down on her knees, pulled the laundry basket out from under the bed.
Walking down the hallway with her basket, Susie felt that familiar warm tingle growing in her that she loved so much. She swung her hips as she walked, enjoying the fluttering skirts, but still moved quickly; both because she didn't have as much time on Sundays, as well as because the basket was heavy. The clothes in it had been washed the day before, but neatly folded in the basket while still damp. This was the not ideal part of her laundry solution, but she'd give them a quick rinse in the machine - with a bit of the scent his mum used for her laundry - to freshen them up, and they'd be dry well before her mum was home.
The clothes were in two stacks in the basket, to make it easier to do the two loads needed without having to sort them first; whites first, then colours. Susie didn't have to worry about dark colours, everything was light and pastel. Though she'd seen a picture of a black maid's dress that she'd love to have someday, for now, everything was bright girly colours. With the first load in the washing machine, she pulled the folding racks out of the laundry cupboard and moved them one at a time to the lounge room. David had seen his mum do this to dry some things during a rainy week, and was ever glad he, as Susie, could now do the same to dry Beth's things in secret. After pushing the coffee table out of the way, she set the racks up in the middle of the room; directly under the ceiling fan.
The rinse finished quickly, and Susie was soon hanging clothes to dry under the fast turning fan. The second load was finished soon after hanging up the first, and before too long everything was drying and fluttering in the indoor wind. It was all just outer clothes, she'd discovered that tights were best hand washed, and could be easily dried by hanging them over the rail in his - David's - wardrobe. He had to leave one of the sliding doors open - or figured it was best to - so that fresh air could get in, but by carefully arranging the few boy clothes that he actually hung up the tights couldn't be seen. He could then sneak them back into Beth's room when he had a moment.
Bra's could be washed in a special bag in the machine, then he'd just hang them up under his, or Beth's, bed to dry; trapping the ends of them between the wooden slats and the mattress. There they'd be completely invisible to anyone who didn't get down to look under the bed; and as David's room was always kept so clean now, his mother never had need to do so. Speaking of bra's, Susie skipped - it was something about these shoes, they were fun to skip in - to his room, and removed the now dry bra's (from last Saturday's dressups, and yesterday's laundry) from under the bed. They were quickly folded and put away in Beth's drawers.
With the main things done for the day, aside from putting things away once dry, Susie could now spend a little more time on her look. Unbuckling her shoes, she padded barefoot across the soft carpet and took out a pair of plain white tights. She loved tights, hairy legs (no matter how fine those hairs were) never felt right, and tights improved things immensely. Tights were one of those things that got simpler with practice, so it no longer took her several tries to get them on; though a bit of pulling and stretching to get them just right seemed inevitable. She walked around without shoes for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of tights on the carpet, then sat back down at Beth's makeup table. Still keeping things simple, she just added some mascara and touched up her lip gloss, and smiled at herself in the mirror.
After a bit of fun with her mirror self - fluttering her eyelashes, and blowing kisses - she buckled her platform sandals back on, and used the extra height they granted to get the wig down from the top of the wardrobe. She would have liked to be able to keep it on the foam head-shaped stand that she had to get on her toes to reach, but Beth didn't use it, so Susie dare not either. She was sure it would keep it in much better condition if she could. But at least she could use it for this. Setting the foam head on the makeup table, Susie pulled the wig onto it, then carefully arranged it just right. Then using a soft brush she started carefully brushing it out; she spent a long time brushing it out smooth and sleek, and carefully picking out some tangles without breaking the hairs.
There was a little group of hairs at the top that had poked themselves up oddly, but by carefully braiding them through the stretchy mesh the wig was built around, she got them back in to place. Then there was the ponytails, or piggy tails? Falls? She wasn't sure what they were actually called, but they got brushed out and untangled too. It took well over an hour all up, till she'd brushed, picked, and braided it all back to perfect order. Susie sighed wistfully, wishing her real here was so pretty, instead of the short scruffiness of David's boring brown hair.
A few moments later, she picked the wig up off the foam head, and carefully laid it in its shoebox; being careful to keep it all straight, with only gentle folds, to keep it from tangling again. Once she'd got the stand and wig put away in the top of the wardrobe, she stood up and, curtsying to herself in the mirror - because that's just what you do with mirrors - skipped off to the kitchen for some lunch.
After a sandwich and some juice, Susie went back to Beth's room to touch up her lip gloss, then started cleaning the kitchen a little. Emptying the pantry and cupboards one shelf at a time, wiping them clean, then putting everything back in order. She cleaned the worktops, and even the top of the fridge - platform shoes were so great! - then mopped the floor, and left the kitchen to check on the drying clothes.
The fan was blasting a gale down on the racks of clothes in the lounge room, and she soon confirmed everything was dry. So after fetching the laundry basket - which she'd also wiped clean before leaving it - she began to carefully fold the clothes and put them in the basket for the short trip back to her - ok, Beth's - room. Setting the basket on the bed, she went back to the lounge to turn the fan down and tidy away the drying racks. Once the coffee table was back in place, and everything was in order, she hurried off for the best part of Susie's Sunday laundry: Putting the clothes away!
Normally, putting clothes away meant she was David again, and that Susie was being put away for another week. But Sundays were different because she was still dressed as Susie, so she could put things away without the sadness. There were dresses and skirts to hang up, some blouses too, and she could fuss and reorganise, making sure everything was just right, all while her own skirts fluttered around her. Just putting things away was so much more fun with her feet in her cute shoes, and her tights hugging her legs, and that lovely tingly warmth inside her panties as she hung, and folded, and fussed, and organised. She poked, and stroked, patted things down and primped them up, as she put everything away; and there were good memories for everything too!
There was that lavender - she knew the name of the colour now - dress from her first Saturday. That pink skirt that seemed to flounce all on its own, and the white blouse with the pink ribbon-y trim that she always wore with it. That fancy dress costume with its matching petticoats that was so short you could almost see she wasn't actually a girl, but she loved the way it tickled her thighs. That sparkly top that never seemed to go with any of the skirts, but was always fun to wear anyway. Beth's old school uniform - with the velcro stitched onto the inside to make the skirt shorter, which she was sure mum never knew about.
She sorted the shoes too, there were the black mary jane's with a slight heel that Beth had got in trouble at school for; and the flats she was supposed to wear. The deep lavender heels from Susie's first Saturday, and the slightly taller shiny white pair she was always scared of scuffing. The chunky healed black boots with the sticky zipper she always took off early, after that panic from the first time. And the ballet flats, so many ballet flats; Susie preferred heels, but some of the flats were cute, so she'd tried them all on. Sometimes she like to pretend the flats were her casual shoes, for when she wasn't doing housework; but even then she still preferred heels. Nothing felt girlier than high heels, or platforms - she wiggled her toes in her platform sandals - and only as Susie could she wear them; all of David's boring boy shoes were flat.
Unbuckling the platforms, she swapped them for the tall white heels - just because she could - then tucked the empty laundry basked back under the bed, and wandered off to the kitchen. She loved the way these heels click clacked on the - thankfully dry - kitchen tiles, it was unmistakably girly, and the growing warm tingles from her tight panties affirmed how much she enjoyed girlishness. She checked the kitchen over, ensuring she hadn't missed anything in her cleaning; it was spotless. A quick check of the lounge showed it was all as it should be; as it was this morning. But the clock was ticking louder, or so it seemed, and she knew it was time to put Susie away for another week. Mum would be home soon, a couple of hours at the most, but she was often home early on Sundays, and it wasn't worth the risk for a few more minutes.
She ended up in front of the mirror, as she always did, taking one last look. The bandanna came off first, carefully folded and put away, to reveal short boy hair. Next was the dress, folded and stacked separately to remind her that she'd worn it - not that she'd forget - and that it needed to be washed next Sunday, whenever that might be. The padding was taken out of the bra, and put away, then the bra itself. Again, stacked separately so she'd know it needed washing. She was slowly revealing David beneath Susie's trappings, but she kept the shoes on as long as she could, she really loved high heels. She gave them a quick wipe with a tissue when she took them off, always trying to keep the shine perfect.
When the panties were put away in their own to-be-washed stack, he went to put on some boy clothes; briefs, shorts, and a scratchy t-shirt. Finally he washed the tights by hand in the bathroom sink, then hung them over the shower door to drip while scrubbing off the little bit of makeup he wore. Once the tights were in his wardrobe drying, he wandered off to find a game to play.
Georgie came home in a good mood, to find her son playing something on his game console, and the kitchen sparkling as if a team of professionals had gone through it. He was a wonder, she thought; who'd have thought a bit of alone time was all he needed to get some motivation for cleaning, of all things.
They smiled at each other when she caught his eye: Susie Sundays were always a joy.
I've read through this once, with some slight editing, but it's mostly un-proofread.
Another day in Susie's life, see Saturdays and Sundays before this.
David yawned as he stepped into the kitchen, and gave his mum a sleepy hug.
"I thought you might sleep in a bit today?" Georgie asked her slowly waking son.
"Bad habit this waking up stuff." David replied with a touch of cheek, as he dropped some bread in the toaster and continued, "My alarm doesn't seem to understand pupil free days. Maybe I'll have a nap later to make up for it."
They shared a quiet breakfast, then half an hour later Georgie was out the door, and David was on his way to the shower. Most teenagers probably would sleep in when given the chance, but David saw this as a chance for something more fun. After all, he'd have the house to himself for a solid ten hours today, at least. Mum worked longer hours through the week than on weekends, and that was something he wanted to get the full benefit of. There were unworn shoes in the house after all.
He took his time in the shower, the flowery scents of body wash and shampoos easing his mind into a day as Susie. He, no, she had her own scents now, just little things picked up here and there; the extra pocket money from her housework being invested back into herself. A gentle flowery body wash that called itself a 'country meadow', wild berries in the shampoo, and a lavendar body spray for when she'd dried herself off.
She wanted pink today, a bit of colour under her intended dress. Baby pink was what she'd learned the colour of the panties was called, then a bra that mostly matched in style, though not perfectly in colour. She dithered for a moment before opting for the pantyhose over the stockings; the growing tingles in her panties were always nicer when encompassed more fully in that way only pantyhose could. White today, and not the sparkly ones, these were a little more plain which was just what she wanted for todays look.
Next she stepped into a tight, or tight-ish, half slip, then added the big ball of frills that were the petticoats, and finished the underwear off with a full slip over the top. Perhaps this wasn't how any real girl would wear them, but it was all about the extra-girly feel for Susie; she liked the way the half slip limited her steps a bit, and the ruffles and frills of the puffy petticoat couldn't be missed. The slip on top just finished it off with a delicious smooth softness that made any dress feel so much better.
At the last moment she remembered the socks, thin and white with ruffly lace around the ankle. She slipped them on, and enjoyed how overly soft the carpet became under her feet, each within their layers of thin fabric. Next she pulled out the wig, and set it on the foam head thing; but didn't put it on just yet.
The dress for today was simple, she hadn't even noticed it when she first started becoming Susie regularly, but it was apparently a staple of every girl's wardrobe; the little black dress. Just the thing to accessorise with a white apron for a proper maid look; though she doubted any real maids would fluff it out with such big petticoats as she did. The skirt of the dress was just long enough and loose enough to fit over the petticoats, leaving just a teasing hint of white puffiness showing underneath. This dress at least could be pulled over her head, zipped up, then arranged over the petticoats. Much easier than stepping into a dress then trying to get the petticoats up under it, which usually felt like it needed three hands to get everything sitting right.
Sitting at the makeup table, she slipped the hair stocking cap thing over head, brushed her hair back and pulled the wig cap up trapping her real hair - which she'd begun growing out just a little - under it. With that done, Susie added a little pink lipstick and some mascara. One day she'd have to get her own makeup, but she hadn't worked up the courage for that yet. So light makeup it was, for now. Next was the wig, which was set into just the right spot so the fringe tickled her brows, then the two extra ponytail bits - which she thought might be called falls, but wasn't sure on that - which took a bit of care to get them both at the same height above and behind her ears.
To finish her hair, she added an Alice band she'd found while rummaging through Beth's things. It was about an inch wide and plain black, but she'd found a bit of white lace that she'd managed to tie onto it in a passable bow. Again she took her time, getting it in just the right spot, and adjusting the bow to sit up a bit. Satisfied, she stood up to go get what she was really looking forward to for today.
Susie just stepped out of the room when she stopped. The nervousness of her early days had long since passed, so she was no longer stopping in a panic to listen for anyone in the house. No, she realised she just couldn't quite leave the room yet. A quick look into the wardrobe revealed a pair of shiney black patent ballet flats, which she quickly slipped her frilly-socked feet into. Maybe it was silly, but she just didn't feel right leaving the room without shoes on.
With a skip in her step, she blew a kiss at herself in the mirror, then flounced out of the room and down the hallway in search of today's prize.
She hadn't ventured into her mum's room much, other than to vacuum the floors, but it was on one of those vacuuming adventures that Susie had discovered Mum's Closet and Mum's Shoe Collection. Most of her mum's clothes turned out to be a size or two too big, though even that hadn't stopped her trying on the ball gown she found, and was definitely going to spend a day in at some point. But her mum's shoes were a perfect fit, well, as long as she had both stockings and socks on, and there was one pair in particular she wanted for today.
She hadn't ever actually seen her mum wear them, and wasn't really sure when or where she would, but the heels were HIGH, really high, almost twice the height of some of Beth's heels. The shoes were kept in a box at the back of the wardrobe, obviously not worn often, but today they'd be Susie's. They were shiney black patent, just like the ballet flats she was wearing now, the style was normal pumps - something she'd learned fairly recently - but with two thin straps around the ankle, each with a silver buckle, and with a silver tip on the end of each heel.
As Susie took them out of their box she felt butterflies in her stomach - and some lovely tingles a little lower - just from looking at them. Taking a moment to sit down on the little stool in the walk-in wardrobe, Susie slipped off the ballet flats, and almost reverently slid her feet into the ultra-high heeled shoes. She giggled a bit while trying to do up the buckles - she couldn't see much below her big puffy petticoats. Then she just sat there for a moment with her feet, or the shoes at least, flat on the ground, as she got used to the feel of such high heels.
After a minute, she carefully stood up, and wow they were high! One hand out against the wall, she gradually adjusted her posture and balance so she could stand up straight. She second guessed herself for a bit, unsure if she'd really be able to walk about in these heels, let alone do anything beyond concentrating on just keeping her balance!
But Susie was committed, she just had to learn to walk in these shoes, no matter how long it took. So, carefully, keeping her hand brushing the wall to steady herself, Susie slowly walked the few steps alongside the wall, stopped, almost fell over trying to turn around, then walked back the other way. Back and forth, slow and steady, gradually getting a feel for how she had to move, how to stand, and how to balance on the incredibly high heels. She wasn't sure how long it took her to feel somewhat confident moving around again, but it felt like she'd been walking for hours. There was a slight ache in the balls of her feet now, and in the backs of her legs, but she was NOT taking these shoes off.
Deciding that time and practice was the only thing that would help, she made her way over to where she'd left the ballet flats, and carefully lowered herself in what felt like a really deep curtsey to pick the flats up. Once she had them, she straightened herself back up, threw her shoulders back, and with all the confidence she could muster walked out of the room - slowly, and still a little wobbly - to put the ballet flats back in Beth's wardrobe.
Moving was much slower in these shoes, Susie quickly discovered, but she was able to get around if she was careful. She stopped to admire herself in Beth's long mirror, these shoes did wonders for her legs! Wow, they just seemed to go on forever! That one look was enough to convince her that even the aches in her feet and legs were totally worth it. She'd just have to practice more, so that these felt as natural as the lower heels she 'normally' wore did.
With her new resolve, she made her way to the kitchen, where she added the white apron that finished her outfit off, and took a moment to sit down with a glass of juice, and rest her legs and feet just a little. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she admired the shoes some more, before getting up to rinse off the glass and start her bit of cleaning for the day.
After touching up her lipstick, of course.
Today's task for Susie was to clean and polish some of the wooden furniture around the house. She often dusted, or gave it all a wipe down, but she wanted to do a proper job of it today, seeing as she had an extra day for the week. So for the next few hours she moved books and photo's around, as she wiped, polished, and generally got all the shelves around the house clean and tidy. She found she had to stop and rest more often than usual, these shoes were not good for standing or walking in for hours at a time. But she wasn't going to change shoes until she had to, she loved these, and the warm tingles in her hidden away boy bits were a delightful accompaniment to her housework.
After stopping for a sandwich at lunch time though she discovered those extra rests, and glasses of juice, lead to a whole new adventure. In all the months she'd been dressing as Susie, she'd never had to go to the toilet while wearing a dress, or heels, or pantyhose! She knew girls sat to pee, so with a bit of work, and much ruffling of petticoats, as she pushed things up, other things down, and held things out of the way, she was able to get her business done, wipe her bits - what was she meant to call that while all girlied up? - and get everything back in place again.
It was kind of exhausting, to be honest. But, she supposed, it just took practice, like most girly things seemed to.
Later in the afternoon, once everything was dusted, cleaned, and polished, Susie decided she should probably vacuum the floors. She'd done the vacuuming on Saturday as usual, but was worried she'd made a bit of a mess of them while cleaning; even if it didn't show. Besides she liked vacuuming, and so set to it even if it didn't need doing. Just as she was plugging the vacuum cleaner in, the doorbell rang, and she froze.
She stood absolutely still atop her heels, silently listening and hoping it wasn't someone who'd insist she come to the door. But after a few seconds she heard the front gate shut, and crept up to the window to peak out the curtains. She was just in time to see a mail van driving away, and let out a breath in relief, it was just a delivery.
Realising it was probably some of the art supplies she'd ordered with her expanded pocket money, she excitedly dashed to the door, opening it to grab the parcel, then froze again. Realising her mistake, she lifted her eyes from the package and looked around. There was no one in sight, but she felt like the whole neighbourhood was staring at her from some hidden place. "Just act normal" echoed through her mind after a moment, and so she casually picked up the package, and stepped back inside, closing the door behind her.
As the door clicked shut, she slid to the ground - somehow without twisting an ankle, or a petticoat - and just took a moment to lean against the door and panic. She really had not meant to 'out' herself to the neighbours. But as the minutes ticked by in silence, and no one came by to point and laugh, her mum wasn't phoning to ask why the neighbours saw her in a dress, the shaking in her legs slowed, and her breathing slowly returned to normal, she realised that maybe she hadn't been seen.
Picking herself, and her parcel, up off the floor after a few minutes, she made for the kitchen table where she could sit with a bit more comfort - and dignity. A girl, even a particularly girly girl, collecting a package from her front step was hardly noteworthy. Even if someone had seen her, it wasn't like they'd think there was anything odd happening.
It took a glass of juice and a couple of biscuits before she felt she really was fine, and set about continuing with her day. She really would have to be more careful though. After washing her glass, she took the package to her room, then touched up her lipstick again before getting back to the vacuuming.
She was on edge for the rest of the day though, little noises making her jump, and she wasn't as aroused from moving around while vacuuming like usual. But she finished the tasks she'd set herself, stayed dressed, and constantly reminded herself that there was NOTHING to panic about, everything was FINE. Besides, in all the fuss she'd been moving about in these heels like she was born in them, so it all worked out in the end.
She ended up spending the last hour or so of her girl time sorting the new pencils that had arrived - causing all that fuss over nothing - and drawing a little. Nothing much, but she'd never just sat and drawn while girlied up before, it was nice. The last of her nervousness faded away as she drew and coloured a quick sketch of herself, wearing much more pink than she was now.
Before long it was time to start ungirlying herself, so she put the picture away in a folder, probably shouldn't leave that one out. With a quick detour to pick up the ballet flats she'd started the day with, she headed to her mum's room. After admiring herself in the mirror one last time, just as always, she took off the heels she definitely wanted to wear more often - though maybe not for quite so long, ow. She put the heels back in their box after slipping the flats back on, then returned the box to the little nook at the back of the wardrobe.
It felt odd to walk on flat feet again, as she made her way back to 'her' room, borrowed as it was, and only on certain days. She was quite stiff too, but figured it wouldn't last too long, like her first day in heels, it was just something she'd get used to with more practice.
She was getting quicker at disassembling herself now, the wig and dress were soon off and put away. The Alice band put back in its spot, shoes in the pile of ballet flats in the wardrobe, bra and panties put in side-piles for later washing. So soon she was gone, her smile faded a little, but still there from a lovely, if exciting, day. Then he was wandering into the bathroom in a t-shirt and shorts, washing the makeup off and rinsing out the pantyhose.
Georgina poked her head in David's bedroom door when she got home, he was drawing again, she liked his drawings. "Did you get a parcel?" She asked after the usual pleasantries, looking at the package on his bed.
"Just some new pencils," he replied without stopping his strokes, "thanks for the extra pocket money."
"Well, you've been earning it." She answered, watching as he concentrated on some fine shading. But she couldn't help notice that his lips seemed a little pinker than usual, and his eyelashes a little fuller. "I bought pizza for dinner, so don't get too lost in that."
"Oh cool. Extra mushrooms?"
"And olives. Give me a minute to get changed, then we can eat."
It seemed he'd vacuumed today, again, so she supposed her shoes having been moved a bit wasn't that unusual. But he was moving with a stiffness to his gait that she recognised from herself and Beth. She wondered about what old Mr Walker from up the street had said, when she ran into him at the pizza shop, about the girl and the package.
At least the table was sparkling, she noticed, as well as the shelves, and everything else that could be polished. She supposed there was nothing to worry about, David would tell her in his own time, if there was anything to tell, and she wasn't just imagining things.
David just enjoyed the pizza, oblivious to his mother's thoughts. Susie Mondays were a hectic change it seemed, but nice anyway.