Vicky's Secret

by Susan Vasquez

 

Chapter II

 

At home I smiled at the memory of the day before. My mother was just running around getting herself ready to go to work. After getting dressed and breakfast, I started the dishes. One of the household chores that I did everyday. I was humming to myself and smiling. I just couldn't stop smiling. What a great day I thought. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. The air still smells clean from the nights rain.

"Well you're in a good mood this morning. And no gripes or complaints on the dishes? I'd better check your temperature. You must be sick." My mother teased.

"No mother I'm just relaxed, refreshed and cheerful."

"What did you two do yesterday? Is Brett having you do drugs?" She queried.

"Mom, can't a guy just be in a good mood?"

"The way you've been moping around here for.....Gee I can't remember when you've been in this good a mood. Okay, who are you and what have you done to my son?"

"Mother!"

"You sounded like your sister when you said that."

Suddenly she got silent. Memories of Mary always seemed to stab her right in the heart. I hoped she wouldn't get all melancholy now.

"Mother, really!" I tried to remember how sis used to whine.

"You really do sometimes remind me of her. You even look like her from the right angle. I think you need a haircut. You have been looking a bit to feminine lately." Mother said as her spirits started to pick up.

"Your right I think its time for a perm and maybe some highlights. Maybe you could book me a time at your salon. Hey tomorrow's Saturday we could make a day of it. Do our hair and nails then stop for tea at Sally's dress shop." I mimicked Mary's voice.

"Oh that would be wonderful sweety then you could try on dresses and go to the mall for a makeover. Just a mother and her sissy son!" Mom teased and then grew annoyed. "Don't tease like that, Victor. You know Mary and I used to do that a lot. It's not nice to make fun of the relationship Mary and I had."

I think I went too far. Part of me was teasing but part of me yearned to do just that. I wanted to share in that part of the relationship mom had with Mary. Mary once told me that come summer we would find a day to do just that if I got more perfected at my presentation. It never happened. That jerk of a drunk! If he were alive I'd kill him.

"Mom, I don't mean to tease. If there was a way to do that with you I would. I miss her too. I guess just wishful thinking."

She looked at me weird. I hope I hadn't said too much. I need to be more careful. "I'm going over to Brett's when I'm done. He's got to fix some stuff around the house and I told him I'd help." I said with a smile.

"Just what are you two doing over there? Are you having sex?"

I started coughing from the shock. "What! Mom, I'm not gay! A little femme I'll concede but definitely not gay!"

"That's not what I meant." She responded almost laughing. "I mean are you two having girls over there when no one is home? I saw some makeup on one of your shirt collars down in the wash this morning."

"Makeup?" Oh shit I thought as I said it. "No, there's no girls over there. I know it's Mrs. Johnson's sometimes she kisses me on the cheek as she's going or I'm leaving. She said I've become like a son to her since I'm always there."

"Are you sure you're not an imposition?"

"No mom Brett and I have become close. Were like siblings."

"Siblings? I guess that's the word the rich use instead of brothers. All right just don't be a pest."

She grabbed her stuff and slung her purse over her shoulder and bumped her way to the door to leave for work. I felt for her. She really did work hard to be able to help provide and put my older brother thru college. As she turned to say good bye the screen slapped her behind. She screamed and turned around. As she did I could see she had a run in her hose as well as a nice cut.

"Mother are you okay?" I said as I ran over. "Your cut and you got a run. I'll get the first aid kit from the bath."

When I got back she was sitting on chair in the kitchen holding a towel to her leg. She already had her ruined hose off.

"Here mom let me treat it."

I got down and tenderly cleaned the wound. It wasn't a deep cut. It just bled bad.

"Don't worry Vic, I'm a bleeder. Seems like every time I get a cut it's waterfall time."

"There, you're all set. But you're hose are ruined."

"And they were my last pair. To bad Mary isn't around I could always borrow hers."

I guess ruined hose were the last straw cause she just started weeping. That cut me to the quick. Before thinking I just blurted out. "I'll get you one of mine." Off I went not realizing what I had confessed.

As I got out my stash it dawned on me. I was stuck now. What could I say? My mind went turbo. I had become adept at covering myself. In my line of work so to speak it was a necessity. I had gotten out of tough scrapes before. I was used to pressure. I was too close to pure fantasy at Brett's to blow it now.

"You got my size?" Mom was standing in my doorway. She was looking at the shoe box filled with hose. Her eyes were large obviously surprised that I actually had them.

"I think so." I responded. Then it hit me, weak at best but it had to work. "They belonged to Mary. I took them when you were cleaning out her room. I don't know why. I guess I wanted something that belonged to her. When you mentioned borrowing hers I remembered."

She came over and sat on my bed. Taking the box in her lap she started sorting thru them. She found a pair like the one's that were ruined. She pulled them out and checked them for runs. Then she put the box back on the bed. She stood and walked to the door.

Looking over her shoulder she said, "Hold on to those for now. We'll talk about the ones that are well worn on Saturday. I'm not mad but we gotta talk." Then she just walked into the bathroom and closed the door. A minute later she came out. She was wearing them now.

"How do they look?"

"You're real pretty mom."

"Give me a kiss I gotta go."

I kissed her and she gathered her stuff and left. This time very carefully thru the screen door. I was still in shock as I hadn't moved from my spot on the bed. The sound of the car driving off woke me up. I figured I better get out of here in case she comes back. I grabbed my sandals and ran out the door.

I went out to find Brett. I was hoping he would let me get dressed again. After what happened with mom I thought it might be my last time. Yea right! Well at least till things settled down. I got to his house but no one answered the door. I actually felt let down. I was so looking forward to dressing again. I went around to the back of his house to see if maybe he was in the pool. Swimmers always are.

As I passed his mom's window I noticed someone was inside. I carefully pressed my face to the glass and peered in. It was Brett. He was standing with his back to me in front of a mirror dressed only in pantyhose. He was moving around. It kinda looked like he was dancing. Nope he was masturbating and really enjoying himself. It didn't take long before he shot his load. He then quickly left her room.

I knew his response to my legs yesterday meant a lot more than he'd confess to. I waited about ten minutes then went around front and rang the bell again. Brett answered dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I casually glanced down while saying hello and saw his feet were bare.

"Could I come in."

"Sure, Vicky." He said teasingly.

"Whatcha up to?" I asked.

"Nothing much." He replied.

I then purposefully reached up and kissed him on the lips. He angrily pushed me away and yelled that he wasn't a fag and didn't enjoy kissing guys. I was hurt and started to cry. Boy had he changed from the previous night. I turned and reached for the door. Realizing how he had hurt me he grabbed my arm and spun me around. He said he just couldn't do it again. He'd thought about it all morning and well, I was just too much of a guy.

"Why didn't you mind yesterday?"

"Yesterday, you didn't look like Vic. Plus it's...I don't know it's just a lot of things."

"You watched me dress and had gotten horny before I fully became Vicky."

"It was a fluke." He said

"Have you ever really dressed?" I interrogated him.

"No."

"Not even partially?" I persisted.

"No!"

"Not even the hose?" I demanded.

"No."

"Then why did you bring it up? Why ask me to dress? Why did you enjoy having Vicky around."

"Curiosity. Springer had a bunch of queers prancing around on TV. Then the obligatory fight. But one teen transsexual was really cute till she got a fat lip."

Maybe so but I was not to be denied. So I pressed him. "Why not let me dress again and we'll see what happens?"

"You just want to wear my moms clothes again." He said defensively

I could tell I was getting to him. He was very defensive. It's not that I'm a great detective or lawyer or anything. But with what I saw earlier and the tone of his voice I knew I had him. He kept saying he didn't want to but the more I pressed the less defensive he became.

"Then yes, it's because I want to dress again." I said. I persistently begged in a girlie type way. "You know you like having Vicky around. So just think of me as your girlfriend; come over to help around the house. A girl like me wants to be around a real man like you. So no sex or nothing."

He agreed so I took him by the hand and led him to his mothers closet. He wanted to wait outside. I would have none of that. I told him to come in and help me pick something. Then he could sit and watch me get dressed. There was no need to prove anything just keep me company. Nothing would happen as yesterday was just a fluke. I went in first, giving him time to think a minute.

I knew he couldn't resist. He came in and I began stripping. Standing before him in the lingerie I had borrowed the previous night brought no response. Curious. I thought I was about to be proven wrong or he had great control. Then I realized I wasn't wearing any hosiery. Now I would have fun. I smiled and began to hum. He asked why I was so happy. Because I get to become the beautiful woman I want to be and spend the day with the greatest guy a girl could have.

I turned and stepped up to the wall of drawers and opened the panty drawer. Once again picking the padded briefs. I then chose a different bra, a Wonderbra. White like the panties but covered in lace. I loved it. Next, I chose some sheer suntan pantyhose, seamed with Cuban heel and toe. Unusual I thought but incredibly sexy. Lastly, I reached up and removed hanger with a white full slip accented with lace on the cups and hem. I was so excited I was shaking. I turned to him asked for a tissue. Then folding it I lined the panty I was wearing.

He asked why I was so turned on. I said patience my young study soon you'll understand. As if he really didn't know. I took the foundations into the bedroom. Taking him by the hand I led him to a chaise lounge and sat him. I gently laid the garments on the bed. Then sat on the edge. I asked if he had noticed my freshly shaven legs as I raised first one then the other. He hadn't until now. No big deal as he and all the guys on the team shaved theirs as well. Some shaved everything including their heads.

I walked to the mirrored dresser and the vanity gathering some items. With some red polish from the vanity, I painted my toe nails. Next pouring lotion in my hands I spread it over my legs and thighs savored the cool, refreshing feeling of this wondrous lotion. I noticed he had shifted and crossed his legs. I was getting to him. Lastly I misted them with perfume. Why is it that women's items are designed to awaken all the senses? I wondered. Men's items kinda kill everything.

As my legs and nails dried I changed bras. I stood and turned my back to him asking if he'd be a dear and hook me. He came over and did so. Not turning around I reached into the pants I had been wearing and removed two soft bags. First I pulled my loose flesh into the bra then inserted those enhancers. I now had very pert and very realistic breasts. Thank you sis, another benefit to having a helpful coconspirator at one time. I turned and faced him. His eyes went wide as he saw my now feminine chest and cleavage. Do all the guys have these as well I said mocking him? He tried to say something but only babbled. I could see he was coming to attention.

I tucked my fingers into my panties and carefully peeled them off. Didn't want to smear the nail polish though they were already dry. Sitting on the bed I smiled at him as I tried to decide how to deal with my unladylike clit. I was very aroused. I reached for what would put me and probably him over the edge. I slowly gathered the hose of one leg as it dangled teasingly in front of me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was restless. I deftly inserted my foot and slowly, purposefully drew the nylon up my leg. I stopped when it got over my knee. I then repeated the process on my other leg. I stood and drew the hose up my thighs and then over my hips coming to rest on my waist.

Wow, did they feel wonderful, silky, smooth and soft. They gave my legs a beautiful even deep tan. And the shine glimmered like diamonds. I stood and ran my hands up and down both legs adjusting the seam on the hose. I loved the feeling and it was driving Brett crazy. He was now rubbing himself through the pants. I smiled. I turned to face him. He tried to hide what he was doing. His red face betrayed him. I was practically throbbing so I quickly pulled on the padded panty all the while staring at him. That was difficult because I really wanted to satisfy myself. Doing that would give him the opportunity to leave the room and get himself some relief. He wouldn't fondle himself while I watched. So I was torturing him and I knew it. Lastly, I let the full slip drop over my head and down my body. I was in sensation heaven. Every nerve on my body tingled.

I walked over to Brett. He was hot. He wanted relief. Not yet I thought. I said don't move as I re-entered the closet. I put on a pair of black 3" pumps and retrieved another pair of hose. I hid them under my slip. I was tempted to touch myself and get relief but not yet. I was in as much agony as poor macho Brett. As I entered the bedroom I could see Brett quickly move his hands away from his crotch. Poor boy just can't get relief. Another spray of perfume as I found a lipstick to use. Watching him as I applied it was great. He was majorly uncomfortable. Jeans are not very roomy, especially his.

I stepped back to the center of the room. I told him to sit facing me. His erection was no longer something he could hide even in jeans. I said nothing. Slowly I did a little dance in front of him. I kept asking what he thought of my lingerie. Did I look like Vic or Vicky? I asked why he was so uncomfortable. He said because I was so beautiful. What a dear. I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. This time he didn't flinch. In fact he wanted more. Not yet I thought, I had him but I wanted the truth.

"So Brett, you've never dressed?"

"No," he breathed.

"Not even Hose?"

I then pulled the hidden pair out. His eyes went wide. It was too much. With me watching or without he would get relief. Quickly he opened his pants. As he did it popped out. He grabbed it and started stroking himself.

"I'm flattered." I cooed. "Did I do that or was it the nylons?"

"You're a hot babe what did you expect?"

"You have worn Pantyhose haven't you?" He was so close to climax.

"Yes," he whispered with labored breathing.

"Yes you have and you did earlier before you answered the door." I spoke quietly. "It felt nice didn't it? You looked really hot. I guess yesterday wasn't a fluke."

I placed one foot on the chaise next to him. Moving it slightly to make it shine. I then drew my hands up from my ankle to my crotch drawing the slip up as well. I just sighed. I got closer and let him breathe in my perfume. I let the second pair of hose drag across his shoulders. He let go. He was there.

I walked over and got the tissues and tossed them to him. I said clean up. As he did so; I went back into the closet. Sitting on a stool I got the relief I needed. I cleaned up. Sorting thru the clothes I chose a royal blue suit and a white silk shell. I changed shoes to matching 3" pumps. Then I searched thru the lingerie for some appropriate items. Finishing, I returned to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Brett asked.

I said, "Dressing, you silly boy. I can't walk around half dressed all day."

"Why not?"

I ignored the comment shooting him a look. He got up and moved to leave the room.

"Not so fast!" I demanded and grabbed his wrist. Turning him toward me, I caressed the front of his pants. I then said, "If you liked the show and the hose. You're going to like more."

His lips said no but the twitch in his jeans said yes. I pulled him to the bed and sat him. Amazing how you can control a guy by just manipulating his head. I picked up the lingerie and presented them to him. He looked at them then me. I knew he was about to protest. I put a finger to his lips.

"You will dress and you will like it." I said. "You will like it because you and I both know you like it. Now get started."

He picked up the pantyhose I had teased him with. They were ultra sheer nudes by DKNY in suntan. He very carefully and skillfully drew them on. He had done this quite often by his skill. As he donned them he took his time savoring the feeling carefully adjusting them and smoothing them from feet to waist. I knew I had become oblivious to him. He was lost in the sensual tactile delight. He loved it and so did his member as I noticed it hardening. He moved his hands up and down the silky fabric relishing in the feelings. Then he moved them to his crotch.

"Don't!" I commanded. "There will be time for that later."

A pout crossed his face as he quickly withdrew his hand. He turned and sorted the lingerie. Picking up the champagne colored underwear he figured out what went next. Sitting he held the satin and lace tap pants in front of him sorting out the front and the back. He lowered them to his feet then drew them on. Standing he adjusted them. He looked so dainty and cute wearing them. They were loose enough to hide his very firm erection. They swayed on his hips as he turned to continue. The contrast between their color and his tan legs was delicious.

He turned his back as he was threading his arms thru the spaghetti straps of the matching camisole. He actually shuddered as it dropped over his smooth chest. Turning I noticed his nipples were standing out, it wasn't due to cold air. The cami was loose like the panties and swayed nicely as he moved toward the full mirror in the corner of the room. His reaction was especially delightful as he gazed at his reflected image. He was mesmerized by what he saw. He was hypnotized by what he felt. This would not be his last time. As he stared at himself he unconsciously moved his hand to his crotch and began rubbing.

I allowed him to this time. I hadn't forgotten yesterday's attack. My plan for him to experience my fear and anger had begun. As I watched him I began to think it might be a lot easier to get my revenge. I walked over, stepped behind him and whispered. "You're beautiful aren't you?"

He smiled.

"Honey, don't ruin your pretties. Be a dear and be careful you don't make a mess. Oh and be sure you clean up well."

With that he excused himself to the bathroom. Be, be, be.....Hmmm I think I just discovered his new name, Beatrice or Bea for short. I could start calling him that now. If he asks I'll just say "B" short for Brett. Smiling at my cleverness I stepped into the skirt of the suit. I pulled it up and buttoned the back. Next I slipped on the opaque silk shell. I loved the way the lace of the slip and bra could be seen just beneath it. I tucked it into the skirt and then zipped up.

Next I sat at the vanity and began to apply my cosmetics. Since I was late entering puberty there was still just peach fuzz to contend with under my nose and chin. It didn't take long to apply a very light foundation. Some light pink blusher on the cheeks. A smoothing of brown and peach shadow with a thin line of liner from the corner to the center of my lower lash line came next. Heavy mascara made my eyes dramatic. A touch of lipstick almost the color of my natural lips made then stand out. Yes, full make up but not heavy just enough to highlight my natural beauty.

I was almost done but something wasn't right. Eyebrows! They were too bushy. A few minutes plucking with some handy tweezers fixed that. I got up and went to the jewelry armoire and chose an understated earrings and necklace set. Rings on my fingers and some bangles for my wrist finished the accessories. Having pierced ears made the choice easy. I wondered how many other boys had pierced to try their sisters or moms earrings as well.

My hair was all that was left. I started for the master bath as Brett was exiting. He paused to look me up and down. Then with an approving smile he went and sat on the bed. Entering the bath I opened a few cabinets and found what I needed. Hot-rollers. I carefully and frustratingly rolled my hair once they got hot. I had shoulder length hair as was the style most boys were wearing. With the curlers I was sure to be able to feminize my boy cut. Thirty minutes and half a bottle of hair spay later; a very beautiful young woman stared back at me in the mirror. I was in seventh heaven. I have been dressing in mom's stuff for some time but never have I been able to achieve this convincing a look. Brett's mom and I were the same size and coloring. I knew all her stuff would look good on me. Though I would have to prove that, wouldn't I?

I re-entered the bedroom and noticed that Brett had fallen asleep on the bed still wearing his pretties. What a dear. Poor boy just wanked himself to exhaustion. I walked to the bed. Sitting on the edge, leaned down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He opened his eyes and smiled, then he remembered. I heard him rub his nyloned legs together. His smile grew.

I stood up and said, "Rise and shine sleepyhead."

He sat up and got the full view. Wow was all he could say. His mouth open, his eyes wide and his panties tenting. Does this guy ever get enough I thought? The wind blows and he's hard.

"You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." He gushed.

I blushed because I knew he really meant it. "Get dressed. I want to do something other than drain your balls if that's possible. Go get clothes for the day."

I really wished he could have fit into his mom's stuff but a girl can't have all her fantasies or revenge in one day. He smiled and went to dress. The clothes made him look hot. They were feminine but on him lingerie just looked GQ. I loved knowing he would wear silk underneath. Once dressed he went into the bath to freshen up. I found a black purse and put my necessities in it. I put on the suit jacket. I was ready.

He came out and smiled again on seeing me. He was wearing chinos with a jacket and silk shirt. No socks just hose with some nice loafers. He marched over put his arms around me and kissed me full and passionately. Oh my! He was still hard.

"So does this mean you're Gay?" I asked?

"If it does then it does." He replied.

"Get your wallet and car keys lover."

"What? I can't go out dressed like this. Someone will notice my nylons or maybe the lace of the camisole."

Silly boy. Here we go again....................

 

 

 

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