Vicki's Secret

By Susan

 

IV

 

I had been enjoying myself since calming down. I guess I would survive. Nothing real bad had happened. Another milestone on that road to womanhood. Perhaps next time I won't be so nervous. Time to sit back and enjoy the ride home. Pulling into a parking space was not going home. I looked to Brett who was pre-occupied with his maneuvers. What has he got in mind? I looked around and couldn't figure out his plans.

"What are we doing Brett?"

"I told mom I needed to get some stuff from the computer store. It's right around the corner. I really do need some stuff. Who better to go with than a computer nerd like you?"

"Yea but..."

"No buts about it. I need to upgrade and I don't trust those commission sales sharks to steer me right. So time to earn your meal, buddy."

"Buddy?!"

"Hey, you're dressed like a babe but right now I need a buddy. Besides it won't take long."

I resigned myself to going. I didn't really have a choice. So we got out and walked to the store. The walk was pleasant. The nice breeze blowing around my legs and up my skirt felt great. In all the time I've been dressing I've never taken that sensation for granted. Hoped I never would. Walking around alone in public was all right. It had its benefits. Walking around in public on the arm of a cute guy was even better. Kinda gave authenticity to what I portrayed. People seemed to smile more rather than look critically. I could get used to this.

The computer store was rather uneventful. Other than the sales guys being put off by a ditzy girl knowing more than they did. I loved it. They hated it cause they smelled money when we entered. Big commissions. Yea right! I got Brett what he needed and that's all. Though I did drool over a few items I wished my unit had. Nevertheless, it was all business. Get in; get out. First time I ever was kinda bored inside one of these stores. Go figure.

On the way back to the car we past an upscale thrift shop named Second Thoughts. Good name I thought as I noticed they carried upscale second hand items. In the window I spied a dress I had noticed in "mom's" closet. Kicking and screaming I dragged Brett in. I immediately went to the display and found the tag. Drool city big time. My size! The sales woman came over and offered to remove it from the form if I was serious about purchasing it. I looked at the price.

Five minutes later I was in the dressing room trying it on. It fit. Sold! I stepped out to show Brett. No Brett. Figures just like a guy, missing in action. Probably scared someone might notice his hose or maybe afraid he might like this stuff. I returned to change back.

I had just gotten the dress off when the sales lady knocked and opened the door. Instinctively, I pulled the dress up to cover myself. She chuckled saying I didn't have anything she hadn't seen before. If she only knew. She handed me half a dozen items saying my boyfriend had picked these for me. He was sitting outside the dressing room waiting for the show she said with a big smile.

Missing in action, huh? More like performing above and beyond his duty. I started dressing in the new outfits. Classy but short was all I could think. No wonder the woman said show with a smile. I can not deprive my public. So out I came. I walked around in front of him. Pivoting on my toes and lightly shaking my butt. I could tell he was eating this up. The sales lady was nearby and giggling as she saw me perform. I did this with each item. And with each item I made him approve or disapprove calling him things like sweety and darling. He had a nice tan but seeing his face you'd have thought sunburn.

When I finished the sales lady came in and took the items. She said they'd be at the register. As she was leaving she commented on how pretty I was for a boy. She gave me a big smile and left. She knew; that left me shocked for a minute. I thought about it and was getting nervous then realized she didn't care; in fact she complimented me. I was on cloud nine. I enjoyed buying my own clothes in the past. This was even better as now that I had an audience. I put myself together. Before exiting I checked my wallet. Unfortunately even though the prices were great I knew I couldn't afford it all. Alas reality tempers fantasy. Perhaps I could return after finding a job to afford the clothes I couldn't get.

I hooked my purse over my shoulder and left the room. As I got to the counter I noticed Brett was gone again. Typical, clothes are just not what guys get into.

Now that I looked there were no clothes there. I looked around. No one. I got confused. I guess I looked it because the sales lady coming out of the back room said that my beau had paid and decided to wait outside. She said I was a lucky girl to have a guy like that. She smiled and asked that we come again. I thanked her and left.

Sure enough standing next to the car was Brett. There were however no packages. He was just standing there with a Cheshire grin. As I walked up to him he pulled a rose out from behind his back. Pinch me I must be dreaming. Heck this whole day has been a dream. Standing in front of him I peeked into the car. The back seat was loaded. He must have bought me everything he liked. What a lucky girl I am indeed. I reached up put my hands around his neck and kissed him. I wasn't ready for his response as he really kissed back. Tongue even. Still not used to that. I didn't object after all this whole day was a gift from him. He held me close for a while.

As we started to drive away I noticed the sales lady staring out the window. Bet she'll have some gossip for the girls at the salon. I smiled and waved.

Now we can go home. I can't wait to try this stuff on again. We started heading in the direction of his house when I remembered his mom's request.

I phoned her. She gave me a list of groceries to pick up and asked if that would be our last stop. I assured her it would and ended the call. I looked at my watch. Still enough time to get the food and get home to change before she finished her day.

I let Brett enter the grocery store alone. Didn't want to risk meeting up with someone we knew. He said it wouldn't take long and off he went. I reclined the seat and closed my eyes. Didn't realize I had nodded off till I suddenly felt the car moving. Brett had finished and was already driving home. More tired than I thought. At least I felt refreshed. I sat up and smiled.

&

Evelyn and Jenny had spent a couple hours talking. Evelyn's office was set up in different styles. She had the typical office with a desk and chairs though very posh. She also had two anterooms. One was set up like a warm inviting sitting room with couch and chair and love seat. End tables and a coffee table all worked to make you feel at home. It was decorated soft with feminine touches. Very often her patients would forget they were in a high rise office building. The other room was set up to be a conference room with a long table surrounded with chairs. Very corporate yet fashionable. This enabled her group meetings to stay focused on tasks at hand. Her waiting room reflected more an expensive hotels foyer than a doctors office. Her secretary/receptionist sat at an open cherry desk, very clean in appearance yet professional in demeanor. It allowed people the opportunity to relate to the secretary. As opposed to a person hidden behind a high counter with files.

All this added up to the feeling Evelyn was looking for. It disarmed people. They opened up easier and quicker. Apprehensions were left behind. This all worked with Jenny as well. They used the sitting room and over cups of tea she poured out her heart. She really didn't have any direct proof but a lot of circumstantial evidence. Her greatest pain was the thought she'd never have the family she'd hoped for, no grandchildren, no wedding and no son in law named Brett. Evelyn convinced her not to get too far ahead of herself. Even if it was true life would not be so bad. Jenny promised to follow up when Evelyn felt it was time.

After learning a lot from Jenny, Evelyn called Abby at home and set up to meet with her for lunch the next day. This allowed their first meet to be casual. The last thing she wanted was for Abby to feel on the defensive. With all this accomplished she instructed Jenny not to confront Abby. Let her do her work. After all is that what Jenny had asked for? Jenny left feeling much better than she had when her day started.

Evelyn went into her office and created a new file. She tried to clean up some paper work she had been putting off. In reality she was waiting for a call. She didn't need to wait long for the phone to ring. She gave Vic the list and confirmed their arrival time. Now with one crisis averted she needed to attend to the next and more personal one. Having set her plan into motion with the phone call, she gathered up her essentials and headed out the door.

Evelyn drove straight home and made good time. She parked her car in the garage and shut off all the openers. Next she went directly to her room and entered her closet. Sure enough the outfit was gone. Upon closer inspection she noticed that her things had been ruffled. Returning to the bedroom she noticed some of her cosmetics were left on the vanity. She was fastidious at keeping things in their place. Continuing her census she entered the bath. Here again were signs of someone's presence. Vic has been busy I see. Like the fabled three bears, Goldilocks had favored her room best. Was she asleep in her bed? No, but she would be there soon. The sound of a car coming up the drive confirmed that. Quickly she dialed Brett's cell with the phone by her bed.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweety it's mom. Could you do me a big favor and stop at the cleaners? I have an outfit there I really need to use tomorrow. I'd stop but I past it and I'm almost home. I'm pretty tired."

"Gee mom I'm already home and I haven't had the time to start what you wanted."

"That's OKAY I'm tired and I'd just as soon order out for tonight anyway. Could you, pretty please."

"Umm. All right. I'll drop Vic off so he can at least put the groceries away."

"Thanks dear."

She watched as the car stopped by the garage then came back around front. Her plan was working. Since they couldn't enter by the side they wouldn't know she was already there. She snuck around to the top of the stairs to spy on them. They had come in together. Brett and a very pretty Vic carried in the groceries. She could hear them talking. Brett telling Vic he didn't have a lot of time to change before mom got home. He or should I say she promised to change before putting away the food. As Brett turned to leave he wrapped his arms around her. He thanked her for a great day then kissed her. Off he went. Evelyn quickly and quietly hurried back to her room.

&

The rest of the short ride was uneventful a fitting end to a life changing day. As we came up the drive to Brett's house his phone chirped. He answered. I could tell it was his mom. Forgot something again I assumed. My ears perked up as I heard my name. I looked to him quizzically. He gave me the just wait look so I kept my mouth shut. He finished as we pulled up to the garage.

"That's odd." He said. "The buttons don't work. Guess I got another chore for tomorrow."

With that he pulled back around to the front.

"We have to go in the front." Brett commented with frustration. "My mom forgot something at the cleaners and she's already on the way home. So we need to work quick."

Now I understood his frustration. I quickly got out of the car and grabbed grocery bags from the trunk. I followed Brett to the door and waited for him to unlock it. Then I had to wait for him to disarm the alarm. He mumbled something under his breath about forgetting to set it this morning. In we went setting the bags on an entry table. I stood hoping he would say goodbye to Vicky before he left as Vic would be there when he got home.

"Listen Vicky I gotta go. My mom should be home in ten maybe fifteen minutes so you don't have a lot of time to change. I really had fun today. You're a much better date than any of the girls I've dated. I wish we had more time but well you know."

With that he embraced me and kissed me for the last time. I really liked it. Then just as quickly he turned and was gone. I watched as his car roared off. What a day. I'm glad he didn't notice the tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want the day to end. As he kissed me I wished it wouldn't. Maybe some day it won't. I reached out and picked up the bags and headed for the kitchen.

I laid them on the island. Looking around I marveled at how big a kitchen it was. I could be a great homemaker in a kitchen like this. Better yet a French maid would fit this place better. I'll have to see if I can get a costume like that. Holloween this year could be really fun for Vicky I thought. Checking the time I knew daydreams would have to wait. Up the back stairs I went.

Approaching the bedroom I knew I didn't have time to shower. Just time to strip, wash my face and get dressed. I'd throw some of the clothes in the hamper and set the suit in Brett's room to get dry cleaned. I wasn't too flustered as I was becoming an old pro at this. I'd been thru enough close calls at home and I knew how to keep calm in a crisis. Well at least this kind of controlled crisis. Yea, ice water in my veins, better yet perfumed ice water keeping me cool. Why is it that just before a fall your pride is so great?

As I entered the bedroom I noticed something had changed. I couldn't put my finger on it but it was there. That gnawing feeling I had back at the restaurant deep in the pit of my stomach. I looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. So I walked over to the mirror and checked my self. Everything in place in fact I still looked like a million. Then I saw it reflected in the mirror, the phone. It was sitting on the bed. The bed was ruffled as if someone had sat on it. We had re-made the bed before we left. The phone was on its cradle as well I'm sure of it. I stood there shocked like a deer caught in the headlights. Some one had been here. No, some one was here.

"You look very pretty in my outfit young lady. Vicky isn't it? I think that's what Brett called you."

Still standing before the mirror I caught sight of Mrs. Johnson stepping out of her closet. Her voice shocked the hell out of me. Two reflections, a cute young woman and a beautiful mature version of death come calling. Ice water!? Not! That was the last thought that passed thru my mind as it shut down.

&

Seems like mom has become very forgetful today, Brett thought to himself. First the roast then the groceries now her dry cleaning. Whining wasn't typical of him but he really did want to spend more time with Vicky before the end of the day. Oh well there's always tomorrow. Turning into the strip-mall where the cleaner was; he got lucky to find a spot right in front of the shop. What a great day he thought.

He jumped out of the car and ran into the cleaners almost running into his previous girlfriend, Cheryl. Typical cheerleader type that worried more about her looks than really much else. Great he thought now she'll bug me about going out tomorrow night. Sure enough that's exactly what she had in mind. She thought it was fate them running into each other like that. He wanted in and out and now that might prove impossible. Cheryl liked the sound of her voice and thought everyone else did too. It was amazing she could go from one topic to the next and never take a breath. After ten minutes he couldn't take it any more. A promise to call her later cause he was in hurry solved that problem. Of course that was the standard line all guys used when then had no intention of following thru. Hey if it works it works was his justification in light of what he had to endure.

Entering the shop he encountered a line. Great more delays, what could be next? After enduring a tirade by an elderly lady who was convinced the cleaners had put a stain into her dress, he finally got waited on. The girl, another friend from school brought two blouses in the plastic liners and told him the total. He looked at them then insisted his mom had to have more there as she had sent him to pick up an outfit as well. Checking the computer the girl insisted that was all they had. Puzzled, he paid the bill and left. Checking his watch he realized he had now been gone about an hour.

Once in his car he called home. Surely his mom would be there by now.

"Yes, dear?"

"How...?"

"Caller id."

"Oh yea, right. Mom I'm at the cleaners and they say you only have two blouses here."

"Don't worry about it, sweety. I probably took it to the cleaners by the office."

"You don't want me to go downtown do you?"

" No, sweety, no need. But you can pick up the pizza I ordered."

"Great I'm right here I'll run in and get it."

"No, sweety. I ordered from Luigi's."

"Mom! They're on the other side of town."

"Yes dear, see ya soon, bye."

Okay, I've entered the Twilight Zone, Brett surmised. That must be it. This afternoon has gone surrealistic. Now he had to go across town. He began to wonder if he would ever get home. What about his mom? Now she forgot which cleaners her clothes were at. Twenty minutes later he was pulling into Luigi's lot. As he exited the car he was greeted with that great pizza smell. He had begun salivating. He could almost taste that za. Mom could be right. Luigi's was the best in town. All right, he relented, it was worth the drive.

Entering the carry out door he approached the counter. Another one of his buddies was working the window. As soon as he saw Brett he turned and went in the back. A minute later he returned empty handed. No pizza yet the order was just phoned in. He couldn't believe it. What is going on? His buddy tossed him a pop and invited him in back. As they sat talking he fumbled with the buttons of his phone. He wasn't into the conversation as his thoughts kept going over in his mind.

Since calling his mom for the grocery list, it seemed almost as if she were sending him on wild goose chases. Why would she be keeping him away from home? She was up to something he knew it. He just couldn't prove it. First the call about a roast they weren't going to eat now. Then a call for groceries they didn't now need. Third call for dry cleaning that didn't exist. Forth, a pizza on the other side of town that got ordered as he arrived.

The call log on his phone confirmed it. It wasn't a dream. Mom cell, mom office, home, and home were the last four calls. Usually his log was loaded with friends names. Today it was mom called him on her cell. Vicky called her office with his cell. Mom called him with her cell. He called home with his cell. No wait that doesn't work he thought. The first two and the last were right. The third said home. The caller ID must be wrong he thought. He scrolled thru the info on that number. It all seemed right. The time of the call. Oh no!

"Is my pizza ready? He shouted. "I gotta go.

"What's the Emergency? Is someone dying?"

"I don't know maybe!"

Why hadn't he checked his caller ID on that third call almost three hours ago?

&

I suddenly felt as if I was falling. All around me I could see clouds, birds and buildings. I was desperate. Where was I? How had I fallen? Now I was going to die. I could see the ground rushing up to meet me. Oh, this was going to hurt. Wait now I feel something cold and wet on my forehead. Some passing bird probably dropped a big wet turd on me. Figures, just as I'm about to die.

Ugggh, it's heavy and it's even covering my eyes. No wait. It feels like a towel. Hey I'm no longer falling. Must have been a dream, no a nightmare. I removed the towel and began to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized that was a dream this is a nightmare. I found myself lying on Mrs. Johnson's bed. She must have put a cold compress on me. I slowly sat up and noticed I was alone. I was still dressed though my heels had been removed. I looked over by the mirror and realized that I had fainted.

Here I was clothed in her suit with her lingerie. Wearing full makeup and jewelry. How would I explain this? Just a lark? Just curiosity? First time? Never do it again? She's a shrink she'll see thru the lies. I was dressed to well for any of those possibilities. That and she knew my name. Wonder what else she knew.

My parents! That's what else she knew. I suddenly started to feel sick again. I was going to get an ass kickin from dad like I haven't gotten since I was playing with matches and set the garage on fire. My life was over. From now on, mom would always look at me suspiciously as if I might be wearing her stuff as well. My stash! Surely they'll search my room. It'll all be out. I'll get accused of stealing it. True some I did but the newer stuff I had bought myself. My brother will find out. He and I didn't have much of a relationship. He was like Brett, a jock. I was a brainniack and a nerd and 5 years younger. Not much to relate to, now there would be even less.

With any luck no one else will know. Yea right. Soon it will be all over school. I'll be known as a queer or a fag who likes to wear dresses. That instantly puts you on the top of every bullies list. Get to look forward to an ass kickin every afternoon. Forget dating what girl will want to have anything to do with a guy who would rather get into her panties to see how he looks in them than gettin a piece. With any luck I can just drop out and move a zillion miles away. Life on the street, maybe it won't be so bad.

Brett. My poor Brett. Forget ever being able to see him again. He'll avoid me like the plague. Can't blame him though. He's got a bright future. I'll just miss him. Maybe some time in the future I can look him up for old times sake. I suddenly feel very alone. No Brett and no Mary make Vicky a very sad girl. I knew I should be crying but I felt kinda numb. I stared blankly in front of me as I sat on the bed pulling my legs to my side. For some reason I began to feel cold. Shock I guess.

"Oh good you're up." Mrs. Johnson said as she entered her room.

I kinda jumped with a start as she brought me to reality. I turned and looked at her. She could see the fear in my eyes. They say wolves can smell fear. It turns them on and drives them as they're about to devour you. I figured I had to smell like a seven course meal.

"Relax sweety. Don't be so scared. Can I call you Vicky or would you prefer Vic?"

I looked down at what I was wearing. "Vicky" I whispered.

"Okay Vicky it is. You know you really do look great in my outfit. I'm jealous."

"Umm, I'm sorry. I'll change right now."

"Don't you dare!"

"What? I don't understand. I'm wrong for using your clothes. I shouldn't be wearing these no any girls clothes. I am so sorry....."

"Settle down honey. You're going to hyperventilate and pass out again. I'm not mad at you. Of course I would have liked it if you had asked to borrow my things. Boy, would that have been a conversation." She spoke chuckling as she ended her last statement.

I was at a loss for words. The thoughts were running thru my head a thousand miles a minute. I swear they broke the sound barrier. I heard it I really did. Maybe that sound was my heart; mercifully I was dying. I wouldn't have to face the problems or people that lay before me. I was staring thru Mrs. Johnson waiting for the tunnel of light to guide me to the afterlife.

"Sweety, you really have to pay attention if we're going to get thru this. Hey, let's go downstairs and have a cup of tea." Evelyn invited as she took my hand.

That brought me back to reality. I wasn't dying. Though a fate worse than death isn't an improvement. I agreed hoping to buy some time to figure out a way out of this. Surely I could survive. I had always done so in the past. I stepped off the bed and slipped on the pumps. As we proceeded into the hall she put her arm around my shoulder as if holding me up. She really didn't need to as I was quite proficient at walking in heels. Nevertheless it did feel comforting. Together we quietly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My head was starting to clear and my thoughts had quieted. I decided to let her lead the conversation and perhaps give me a way out of my predicament.

I sat on a stool by the island as Evelyn filled a tea pot. She hummed as she worked. This confused me more. She wasn't acting like she was upset. It didn't make any sense to me. She got out some fine china teacups. They were different patterns but they were really lovely. She also got out some cookies. All this time passed in silence. Finally the pot whistled and she poured water into our cups. As the tea steeped she sat on the stool next to me. Taking my hands in hers she looked me in the eyes. She was staring deeply. It made me uncomfortable. She noticed.

"Vicky we need to talk. It's time for some deep, girl-girl, feelings, emotions type chat. I still want you to call me mom. So consider this a mother-daughter talk. Can we do this?"

"I guess we can. I'm just really nervous."

"Let's start with how you look."

"I can go change...."

"Then it wouldn't be a mother-daughter chat would it?"

"No I guess it wouldn't."

"Vicky, you look like Vicky. I can see that you are very good in your presentation. You should be proud of yourself for that. Many women live all their lives and never look as good as you do now. I mean it. And it's not just because you're wearing some great clothes. You know it all points to one thing, a very healthy self image. Most people in general don't like themselves and their appearance reflects it. You on the other hand look great as a girl. You are very comfortable in the clothes you're wearing right now. That all says a lot. It also tells me that this is more than just a passing thrill. It tells me that you've been living this for some time. It also says that clothes are just the icing on a very layered cake. Vicky, sweety, I would really like you to let me into your secret. Brett has been allowed in and I'm not sure why. I'll be honest and tell you I have some concerns about that relationship. But that's for later. I want to know who Vicky is. I'm willing to listen and hold any judgments. Most importantly I want to become Vicky's best friend. Do you think there is any chance of that?"

I listened intently. My body was a bundle of nerves tightly wound ready to explode. I expected wrath but got mercy. I might even go so far to say love. I wasn't ready for any of it. She made me feel good about myself. I was amazed at how much she had already keyed on. I was a cake. I had layered it over years of isolation. I was buried deep within this secret. She knew. Vicky was a secret only two others had known till now, Mary and Brett. I guess I'd have to look at myself as a wedding cake. Beautiful on the outside but layered and stacked and supported on the inside. I was feeling at ease until she mentioned my "relationship" with Brett. I blushed when she said that. I wondered how much she knew. Now I had a real decision on my hands. Do I let her in?

It was my turn now; I looked deep into her eyes. My gosh she's beautiful, but even more so. As I looked into those eyes I saw something familiar. I couldn't resist it I began to weep. Tears welled up in my eyes. As hard as I tried I couldn't stop them. She responded by wrapping her arms around me. I let loose a torrent. It was as if a dam had burst. Two years of pain came spilling out. I sobbed uncontrollably into her shoulder. She said nothing; letting me release a weight I'd been holding too long. I cried for a while. We sat arm in arm quietly for some time. This was broken by the sound of a phone ringing.

She got up and answered it. This gave me time to wipe my eyes. I must surely look a fright now I thought. I overheard the conversation. It was Brett; she was sending him for pizza. As she spoke those words I realized how hungry I really was. I ate a cookie and sipped on my tea while she finished with the call.

She returned to her seat. I expected her to speak but she didn't. It was my turn. She just sipped on her tea as well.

"I'm sorry I reacted that way." I started.

"Dear, don't ever be sorry for being you and letting emotions out that need to be released."

"Yeah but really.....Well, I guess I should explain. I listened to what you said and really took those words to heart. I wasn't sure if I should trust you. So I looked into your eyes and I saw something. I haven't seen that since my sister. She knew about Vicky. She even helped me to dress and understand myself. When I looked at you I saw her. You know I've never allowed myself to cry for her. I just kind of wrapped it all up in anger and hatred for the guy who killed her. He took away the only person I ever had who truly loved me, both Vic and Vicky. I guess that's stupid since he's dead. Anyhow I saw her in you and I just couldn't control myself. Weird Huh?"

I took a sip of my tea expecting her to comment. She didn't.

"Mrs.........Mom, I'd really like it if we could be friends. Actually, I'd love it if we could be mother/daughter. You're right about that cake. You're also right about my secret. Secrets are very lonely places to live. I've been alone too long. Brett only just recently found out about Vicky. Don't be mad at him. I guess that's all my fault as well. I sure know how to mess things up. I do it so often. I think I did it today at home as well. My parents don't know about my secret but I think I blew that too. I'm sure my mom will figure it out if she hasn't already; then my dad. Boy, will I pay for this mess. I want life to be coming up roses for me. I want desperately for us to be great friends but all I see is storms on the horizon. My life is over. At least it should be."

Evelyn sat quietly looking at me. She looked at the clock then made a phone call. She ordered a pizza. Next she got up and pulled me to my feet.

"Brett will be home in a half hour so why don't we fix your makeup so you look pretty when he gets home?"

With that we went upstairs to her room. I washed off the makeup and returned to the vanity. Evelyn encouraged me to reapply the cosmetics. As I did; we talked about the day and how she had found out. To my surprise I had fooled her in the women's room at the restaurant. We talked about a lot of things and even started laughing and joking. Time flew and before either of us knew it Brett was entering the front door calling after us. Was he in for a shock?

I tensed up but Evelyn just took my hand and headed downstairs. As we were about to enter the kitchen where her son was, she stopped. She gave me a hug and said to relax everything was okay. She told me I looked beautiful. That caused me to blush and smile. Then she said with a smile, "follow my lead."

We walked into the kitchen hand in hand smiling. You could have knocked Brett down with a feather. He froze mouth agape. He looked so shocked and ridiculous. He tried to say something but only stammered some gibberish which only caused me to start laughing hysterically. His mom joined me. This of course threatened his masculine ego and he got defensive which added to our enjoyment of his predicament. Isn't it great when the shoe's on the other foot?

His mom made no comment on how I was dressed or about Brett knowing. She put the pizza on the table and asked Vicki to get some plates. Brett just stood there in shock. I went about getting everything we needed as if it was the norm for Vicki to be there for dinner. Finally all was ready and we sat to eat. Brett was very quiet as we ate. His mother and I went on with small talk as usual. Dinner was quick. Mom asked me to clear the table and Brett to wash the few dishes we dirtied. He started to protest but I silenced him by saying, "we'd love to, Mom!

As the sink filled, Brett removed his jacket so as not to sully it. He handed it to me to put on a chair. While doing this I noticed his mom was staring intently at her son. I turned to look as well and suddenly noticed the unmistakable outline of a slip on Brett's back. We had forgotten that he was still under-dressed in lingerie. I was at a loss for words. Evelyn went over and told Brett to wear an apron to keep himself dry. She helped him into a plain one and took the opportunity for a closer inspection. She said nothing. I felt bad for Brett. He was busted and didn't know it.

I walked over and told Brett to do a good job. Then took Evelyn by the hand and walked out of the kitchen. Brett didn't like being abandoned. We went into the family room. I started to explain about Brett but mom hushed me saying there would be time for that later. She preferred to ask about our relationship. Before I could answer Brett came in. He must have speed washed those dishes. No way he was going to be left out of any more conversations. That evening we talked about our relationship. Of course we left out some of the more private moments from the day before.

I was invited to spend the night again. Only this time in the guest bedroom. I suppose I won't be sleeping in Brett's room anymore. Mom called mom and got permission. They actually chatted for quite a while. I wasn't able to listen as Brett wanted to know all the details of what happened after he left for the cleaners. It was late by the time mom said we had to turn in. I used her bath to clean up. I wrapped a towel around myself as I headed for the guest room. She past me heading for the bath.

"I laid some things for you in the bedroom. Sweet dreams my new daughter."

I didn't have to wonder long what she meant. On the bed was a night gown and panty and note. "Just wanted you to sleep tonight in something more appropriate for a girl. By the way stay out of Brett's room! Love, mom."

As I lay there pondering the days events I reveled in the feel of satin. I wondered what would come next. I still had fear about my parents finding out. Just what had my mom's been talking about? Tomorrow was Saturday and I knew I had to face mom about my pantyhose. I had all these thoughts going thru my head but sleep did come quickly. I slept like a log. No like sleeping beauty.

 

 

 

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