A True Story of Transformation

by Walt Williams

Part II

 

The night had been one of very surprising realizations to me. So much so, that when I got home, I really made no attempt to change back into myself. I was so comfortable as Sylvia, that much to the dismay of my sister's, their boyfriends pretended to flirt with me, though I wondered about the pretend part, judging from the look in their eyes. After a few minutes of flirting (yes, I reacted as Sylvia and flirted right back.) I went up to my room and just sat in my dress in the dark. I didn't really want to stop being Sylvia. I loved every part of the night, including being fondled and kissed. The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was still Sylvia.

I took off my dress and again felt the warm glow of femininity as I looked in the mirror at the pretty girl in the lacy white slip. I just had to find a way to become Sylvia again without the benefit of Halloween, not only for that easy job but also because I wanted to go to the movies with my friends older brother, as Sylvia.

I washed my face and finished changing, sadly, then decided the only way I could pull off something like this was if I had the help of my sister J. J was adventurous and sneaky and would surely find this a challenge. I wouldn't of course, tell her about the boy who fondled and kissed me or the fact that I wanted him to do it again. That was my secret. I'd just tell her about the job.

J listened as I laid out the story of the old woman and the job, and sure enough, thought it would be fun stringing the old lady along. We had five days to prepare, and we had already started to lay out a story for mom and dad, who would insist on knowing my whereabouts if I was to be gone all day Saturday and into Saturday night, if I could meet my "Bill" at the movies. The story was largely the truth except for the part about the lady thinking I was Sylvia, and being a hard core blue collar worker, dad thought the idea of my having a job was excellent. He didn't even ask for an address or phone number, since it was with a harmless little old lady, and J. and I set about plotting my wardrobe and how I would get "transformed" without anyone knowing. That would be the most difficult part.

By Thursday, J had it all done, the wardrobe, the change, everything. She had made arrangements with her boyfriend M to use his apartment on Saturday morning for the change of identity, then he would drive me to the old woman's house and drop me off. M thought this was a hoot as well, and gladly joined the conspiracy. I was so excited I had goose bumps. I couldn't believe it. I would be Sylvia again shortly, and my reward for being Sylvia would be Bill. I blushed at the realization that I wanted to be Bill's girlfriend. I didn't really consider anything beyond that. Like what happens if I do become his "girlfriend".

At first, J planned a nice blouse and slack set, figuring I would be doing some kind of work for the old woman and she was hard to convince that a skirt or dress would be better to maintain the illusion, but I finally won her over and she switched up her wardrobe plans. I knew working in a dress and heels would be a little tricky but I didn't want to take the chance that Bill would show up looking for me and I wasn't in something pretty and feminine with lots of lace secrets underneath for him to "discover". Oh My! Was I having these feelings? Yes, I guessed I was.

I hardly slept Friday night, and J was a little annoyed that my eyes were a little puffy but I explained I had tried to sleep but couldn't and she seemed to understand. "Ok." she said, "We'll take care of the puffiness with a little extra eye makeup and shadow. I even got you false eyelashes. Your going to look better than you did on Halloween.", she proclaimed proudly. I had to catch my breath at the thought. How wonderful. I would be even more attractive to Bill than I was that night. It would be difficult to stop him from trying to kiss me, even if I wanted to.

Which I did not.

When we arrived at M's, all my "Sylvia's" clothes were laid out in his bedroom and J told me to go dress and she would do my hair and makeup when I had finished. I knew how to dress myself because of my Halloween experience and the only difficulty I had was attaching the stockings to my corset's garter's. Once that was done, the sheer, lace trimmed petticoat, dress and strap heels were a breeze. I stepped into the living room and M and J responded to my countenance with approving nods. I felt wonderfully feminine already, and my hair and makeup were yet to be done.

"Hurry and sit down here. I've got to get back to the house soon." J ordered, and I complied and smoothing my dress, I sat where she indicated. In no more than half an hour, my hair was teased and styled, my makeup done, a light spritz of J's perfume, and she was on her way home. M had to wait about an hour before driving me over to the old lady's and he spent the time watching the morning news reports. I just sat there enjoying being feminine and making sure I sat like a girl with my knees together for modesty. I figured it would be good practice.

When M dropped me off and drove away, I suddenly became nervous. I was in a strange neighborhood, in a dress and heels, and no one who was in on my secret was anywhere nearby. I couldn't just stand there, so I steeled myself and climbed the stairs to the old lady's door, and knocked.

"Why hello Sylvia. I've been waiting for you." smiled the old lady. "By the way, you can call me Miss Mirriam, Ok?" she asked. "Ok Miss Mirriam." I responded, noticing that I made just the slightest motion of curtsy without thinking.

I was really becoming Sylvia.

"C'mon in Sylvia and we'll have some tea and talk about some thing's I need done. I see you wore a dress today. That's ok, but maybe next week you could wear something more suitable for a little dirty work." she said with a smile. "Of course, Miss Mirriam." I responded. "I really didn't know what to wear so I wore a dress.

Next week I'll wear slacks." I promised. I didn't add that I absolutely had to wear a dress just in case Bill showed up. "That's fine dear. Let's sit in the kitchen. I guess we girls just feel at home in our kitchen's." she mused as we made our way to her kitchen through the hallway. I loved the way she included me in the world of women. The way I felt right now, that's where I wanted to be.

"Well, what we can do today is some shopping. I'd like to stock up my chest freezer and to be honest, carrying all those groceries wears me out, dear. So that's what you can help me with today, ok?", she said in question form, though she was not really asking if that was ok with me. It actually made me nervous. Out all day and about town in my dress? It was both invigorating and a little scary, but I wasn't given the choice, and backing out wasn't an option because I couldn't go to M's to change back till at least 4:30 and it was only 10:00 AM. After tea and chatting, we got into Miss Mirriam's car and headed off to market.

She preferred the old farmers market outside of town to the huge supermarkets just blocks from her house, so we had a nice ride and she talked about everything a woman would talk to a girl about. I felt like an inner sanctum door had been opened to me because I was sure she would not talk about being a girl to a boy. If only she knew.

We arrived and did her shopping, mostly can goods with some meats and things for her freezer. No one in the market gave me a second glance. Well, no one except the occasional teenage boy. Those were different kind of second glances though. Admittedly, when the occasional older boy or even a young man stared at my legs or hips, I got a little nervous but I stayed right next to Miss Mirriam and no one got any bolder than a lewd stare. Guess I was just happy no one suspected my identity switch. All done, I loaded everything into her trunk (that got me a whistle for my trouble) and we started the casual drive back to the city.

"So tell me, Sylvia, does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?" Miss Mirriam asked with a knowing grin. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment and not knowing how to respond, just smiled nervously and started smoothing my dress. She noticed my hesitation but I guess she really was interested and asked me his name.

"Bill." I blurted out. I hadn't planned on telling anyone about Bill, including Miss Mirriam, but she was just so nice and friendly that bits and pieces started blurting out of my mouth uncontrollably. I tried to stop.

"I met him last weekend, umm, at a Halloween party, and he's very cute and he kissed me." Oh my. Now I knew I had said too much.

"Ahhh. Young love. Or rather, young infatuation. Your too young to be in love surely." she said, suddenly turning a little motherly.

"Well, I guess I am for love or anything, but I really liked it when he kissed me." I responded with a grin. Still a hint of blushing on my cheeks. She must have thought that adorable because she said, " I know. Boys can be wonderful at your age. They're not quite men and still can be sensitive and caring. Will you see him again?" UH OH.

"Well, he asked me to a movie tonight but I told him I was working and wasn't sure if I would be done in time. He probably won't show up anyway." I said, my voice lowering as the realization that Sylvia might never see Bill again sank in.

Again she noticed.

"That's the real reason you wore a dress today, isn't it Dear? Don't worry, you'll see him again, I'm sure of it." she said comfortingly.

"How can you be so sure?" I was really curious now.

"Because unless I miss my guess, wouldn't that be him waiting for you on my steps?" she grinned.

I was immediately, and all at once, excited, flush, terrified, sick to my stomach and very happy. It was him. I was also very glad I was able to convince J that I should wear a dress, and that Miss Mirriam not only understood, but approved of my decision. He saw me too and I realized I had no idea how to start a conversation with a boy I liked that way. I guess that was the terrified part, but we were turning into the driveway, passing within a few feet of Bill, and there was no escape. I went numb.

Bill had walked up the driveway behind us and was nearly at my door by the time Miss Mirriam had turned off the car.

"My but he's a handsome young hunk. I can see why you like him, Sylvia." she almost whispered, like she was a naughty girl my age. Errr, the 15 or 16 I surley seemed, anyway.

"Yes, he is." was all I was able to whisper back because Bill opened my door and offered his hand to help me out. I took his hand shyly, swung both legs out together, and stood. It was really a good thing he offered his hand because my knees were trembling.

"You were supposed to wait out there!" I whispered to Bill, turning my head in the direction of the driveway entrance. I didn't know how Miss Mirriam was going to react. His response was to lean in when I turned my head back and steal a quick, unexpected kiss on my lips. Again I blushed.

"Stop it!" I said, without being serious. "You want Miss Mirriam to fire me?" there was surely not much chance of that as Miss Mirriam had kind of become an older girlfriend. She was privvy to my secret. Well, the one about Bill, anyway.

"Young man! If your going to distract my help, I'm afraid your going to have to do some work yourself to make up for it." Miss Mirriam said knowing full well his teenage bravado would not let him refuse. She was right. He cheerfully accepted the challenge. Except to Bill, it was more like a chance to show off, for me. I guess this must be what girls feel. All silly and giddy. That's what I felt.

"Yes Maam'." replied Bill with a big grin and a wink to me. I just smiled. I wasn't sure what else to do.

"Sylvia can show you what has to come in, after you two say hello of course." she said with a sly grin to Bill. Oh My God. She just gave him permission to kiss me again, while she walked to the house with her back to us. Bill's grin was almost scary as he approached me still standing by the car door. I moved to the trunk, which was open, the hem of my flirty dress flipping about too freely, and started to select what must be brought in.

Bill put his hands low on my hips as I leaned into the trunk. It startled me a little, and I instinctively turned to face him. His strong arms encircled my waist as I did, and he held me fast as his lips pressed firm against mine. I was so shocked, briefly, that I had my eyes wide open but as his tongue pressed between my lips to enter my mouth I melted. My eyes closed and I was swept up in my femininity. I kissed him back. With all my heart.

When he finally let me breath, I meant to say, "Ok, these go in the back door to the kitchen and the can good's go in the basement." , but it came out, "Oh Bill." in a kind of dreamy way that I had to make a concious effort to snap out of. But oh what a kiss. I thought I couldn't ever top that kiss. When I did manage to regain my feminine composure, I noticed Bill watching my eye's. He must have been enjoying the effect his kiss obviously had on me. I smiled and thought, "Ok, you deserve to gloat for that one."

"Ok, these must go to the kitchen?" he asked, holding up six plastic bags, three in each hand. I was very impressed, and just nodded. He knew I was staring at his arms. They were very muscular. "I'll be back for the can goods, Sylvia. You can show me where they go." he chuckled.

"Oh no." was my very first thought. Alone in the basement with Mr. hands. My second thought was, "Ok. They go right down here." What was happening to me? My thoughts were disrupted by Miss Mirriam, who coincidentally solved my mixed emotion dilemna.

"Sylvia. Would you come put away the perishables while I wash up? Your young man knows where to put the can goods." she called out.

"Sure Miss Mirriam." I answered and headed up the path to the kitchen door almost skipping, I was so happy Bill was here. And terribly nervous. What about my promise to go to the movies with him. I knew what that would be. 2 hours of kissing and ... touching. Oh my. I was nervous but excited too. I knew I would keep my promise and go with him. I knew I wanted too.

Bill was back and forth handing me this and putting away that while Miss Mirriam sat in her living room watching one of those Home Shopping shows. He always seemed to have to brush up against me. Only slightly. Not annoying or pushy. Not that I would mind. I was totally under his spell. As I finished putting things away, I noticed some breakfast dishes and Miss Mirriams and my tea cups still on the table so I grabbed for an apron, without a second thought I might add, it was one of those pretty aprons more for decoration than keeping your dress clean, and tied it around my waist. Bill was almost instantly behind me with his hands carressing my waist and his lips gently kissing my neck. Oooooohhhhhhh, that felt so goooood.

"Please will you stop that, Bill. I want to do the dishes then see if Miss Mirriam has anything else she wants done. Then we can go to the movies, Ok?" I asked trying to hold him back, but not trying real hard. He smiled and backed away a step to look at me. I must have presented quite the little 50's teenager appearance with the shirtwaist dress, the stockings, the heels, and oh yes, Miss Mirriams darling little apron. The look in Bill's eye's made me proud to be Sylvia. I felt so feminine at the moment that if I never wore pants again, it would be ok with me.

"No hurry Baby. I've got a surprise. My dad let me borrow his car and we're going to the drive-in." he boasted proudly. UhOh was my very first thought. Again, my second thought was very different and kind of distracted me from the first. He called me Baby. I felt a warm glow from head to stockinged toe. I had to think. Doing the dishes was calming and gave me a moment to collect my thoughts. If I went to a drivein with Bill, I would most certainly be late for my 9:00PM curfew, and if I didn't, well, there was no didn't, was there? Not for me. I wanted to go. With my Bill. I was his Baby. I couldn't help but grin as I did the dishes, and I was still grinning when the dishes were done and put away and I took off my apron, gave Bill a quick kiss on his cheek and stepped into the livng room to see what else Miss Mirriam needed.

"My but you look happy, Dear. Why the big smile?" she asked with a grin that said she already knew. I meant to ask if there was anything else she needed but in my giddiness I didn't.

"He called me Baby, Miss Mirriam." I blurted out, not really meaning to. She rose and came to my side on the sofa and put her arm around my shoulder. I started to cry. I had no idea why.

"That's wonderful, Dear. He really likes you." she said still holding me. "Now stop the crying. You'll ruin your makeup." she said in a mock stern voice, handing me her hanky to dab the tears from my eye's.

"I don't know why I'm crying, Miss Mirriam." I said, puzzled by this uncontrollable outburst.

"I do." she said with a gleem in her eye. "Your becoming a young lady, and your emotions are going crazy. It happens to all of us, Dear. Nothing to worry about." she said, rising and patting me on my head. She was right. My emotions were out of control, or maybe in control. I was so confused. Far more than Miss Mirriam realized. I finished my crying fit and dabbed the tears away. Miss Mirriam said there wasn't any noticeable damage as she checked my face, and gave me twenty dollars for the day.

"Now you run along to your young man and have a good time now. Next Saturday, if you want to you can bring a nice dress to change into when your done work. I'll even help with your makeup, if you'd like." she offered.

"I'd like that very much, Miss Mirriam. Thank you so much. Your more like a friend than an employer." I said, wanting her to know how much I liked her. She smiled and nodded.

"Me too, Sylvia. It's been a long time since I've traded girly secret's. Now you go have fun. Next weekend, I want to hear every detail. Especially the juicy one's." she said with a naughty grin. I put both hands to my mouth, pretending to be shocked.

"Miss Mirriam." I said with a smile. Then we both giggled.

"Now you get going. Your young man is waiting and I'm sure he's anxious to start your date." she said with a twinkle in her suddenly young looking eye. I was anxious for my date to start to, even though Bill and I would have to kill some time before the drivein was open. I jumped up, hugged Miss Mirriam, and nearly ran back to the kitchen, where Bill just rose and took my hand. It was a little embarrassing being led by my hand but I became very comfortable with it when, after closing the back door behind me, he just stopped me in my tracks and kissed me again. When he finally let me breath, I needed to hold his hand for support. I held it tight and didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2005 by Walt Williams. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.