Date: Thu, 26 Mar 1998 22:33:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: Amanda Walker <Amanda.Walker@pemail.net>
Subject: A Journey

The train finally arrived at the station, John had been looking forward to 
visiting his Aunt, Mum and Dad were off on a cruise and he was to spend the 
summer in the English Lake District. The sky had darkened on the spring evening 
and rain was in the air, standard Lakes then. He left the train and stepped onto
the deserted platform of the unmanned station, he'd done this journey before and
knew there was a local bus from Staveley to the valley where his aunt's house 
was. He carried a sport bag with all a teenage lad needs for six weeks away (not
much!) and went down to the bus-stop. The bus would be along in 10 minutes, 
there was no shelter and as it started to rain gently he was annoyed but not too
bothered his light jacket keeping most of the wet at bay. The rain intensified 
and became torrential he could not leave the stop as the bus was due. He was now
getting very wet, but hey he'd be at Mary's soon. The bus finally arrived 10 
minutes late by which time he was thoroughly drenched.  

The driver smiled at his bedraggled state as he threw his wet bag into the 
luggage rack and himself the only passenger onto the bus. The big advantage with
these country buses was that they'd stop wherever you wished so he told the 
driver to drop him at Skilthwaite Crag and settled down for the Twenty-minute 
journey. It was nice and warm on the bus after the cold rain and he dozed while 
the bus meandered down the dark lanes. The driver called to him as they stopped 
outside his aunts' and he jumped up and off the bus toward the welcoming lights.
The house a small villa was up a short drive and built of Lakeland slate it 
fitted into the landscape so well and held many happy memories for him. 

The door opened as soon as he reached it, he was welcomed in by his aunt who 
gave him a big hug and immediately said "Oh my dear you're soaking wet let's get
you out of those wet things and beside the fire, I'll make a hot drink". The 
logs crackled and spit their warm glow he felt much better but the rain had 
soaked him right through and his hair was matted down. "Finish your drink and 
then we'll get you into a hot bath. Where are your cases?" asked Aunt Mary, "oh 
no! They're still on the bus" he cried. "Oh well don't worry we'll find you 
something to wear, get upstairs and have your bath, I'll put something out for 
you". He enjoyed the hot soak in the old-fashioned bath on legs with huge taps 
and fittings and after about 20 minutes he dried off and put on the towelling 
robe his aunt had left out. She heard him leaving the bathroom and called-up " 
go into the bedroom opposite, my dear, which will be yours for your stay". He 
remembered it was his Cousin Cynthia's room, he had played with her here when 
they were younger. Now she was away on a British Council scheme in Africa.  

Aunt Mary had left clothing on the bed but... On the bed were a pair of cotton 
knickers, a girl's cotton vest and some knee socks and beside them a medium 
length blue knitted dress, like an extended jumper. His initial shock gave way 
to amusement; he appeared to have little choice, as his things couldn't be 
recovered until tomorrow. What he hoped his aunt didn't know was he occasionally
'borrowed' his sister's things but was sure he had never been discovered. What 
an opportunity, justified dressing-up! 

As he quickly dressed he realised that the dress did not hang correctly, as 
there wasn't anything padding out the chest department. Then he had the idea, 
let's do this properly. Stripping off to only the knickers, he rummaged around 
in the bedside drawers until he found what he wanted. First the bra which he 
filled with some rolled up socks, then the dark semi-gloss blue Lycra tights and
a black full-length slip which felt gorgeous. Now he replaced the dress and on 
zipping the neck found it following his new curves. His aunt had left out some 
wool-fleece slippers so he slipped them on and replacing the towel on his wet 
hair went downstairs. 

"I see you've enhanced the outfit," said Mary smiling. "You don't mind do you?" 
he replied. "Not at all, I didn't know whether or not you'd go for it, but 
you've done a good job, it is just until we get your things back on Monday. Come
here and I'll dry your hair." He was tired and sat back on the chair as Mary 
smiled mischievously as she brushed and curled his hair as she dried it.  

"There dear, time for some food I think." As she removed the casserole from the 
oven, he devoured the tasty treat.  

As he sat down after the meal the food, the long journey and the warmth of the 
fire caused him to fall fast asleep. He awoke later to the sound of his aunt 
talking to another older lady. "Oh yes she's beautiful, we'd be delighted to 
come for lunch". He tried to appear asleep but his heart was pounding, he was on
display to a neighbour and had been invited for lunch!   
Later, after the woman had gone his aunt re-entered the room. "What have you 
done Auntie, what have you agreed?" he said. "Oh it was just Mrs. Bean she often
pops in to chat. She never bothers to knock just walks in. She had come to 
invite me for Sunday dinner after church, and as soon as she saw my 'lovely 
niece' you were included. Don't worry she's half-blind and a bit batty but is 
kind and cooks a lovely roast." 

" But I can't go like this" He cried. "It was just a bit of fun between you and 
me"  

"Oh don't be silly, you've nothing else to wear, you look marvellous, and most 
importantly I was going to take you out for dinner tomorrow so I've nothing in!" 

"But I'll be a laughing stock, people will point and stare at a boy in girls 
clothes"  
" Not if you believe in yourself, tonight you look like a girl, if you feel like
one you'll pull it off no problem."  
That night they drank a few beers and relaxed to the extent he forgot/accepted 
what he was wearing until it was time for bed. The full-length silky nightie was
laid on the bed and felt gorgeous against his soft young skin and again he fell 
into a deep sleep.   
Sunday dawned and he woke to sound of birdsong and his aunt clattering about in 
the kitchen downstairs. The silky finery wrapping his young body brought him 
around, " so it wasn't a dream" he thought. A matching robe was laid across the 
chair and he went down the stairs to get some breakfast. 

"You look so lovely", she said, and he smiled, this dressing-up game felt so 
nice.   
After they had eaten, she ushered him upstairs "come on now we'd better get you 
ready"; he pretended to protest but accepted his fate with nervous anticipation.
"Now we've got to do this right for your sake, I know she's an old lady but 
we'll have to pass people in the street, and you will have to 'pass' ". She had 
him shave his face closely then his legs, they weren't very hairy and he was 
blonde but she was being thorough. Then after a basic manicure she painted his 
toe and finger nails a dark pink. Next the make-up, she was very sparing just 
hint of colour on his soft cheeks and a matching pink lipstick. "Now for some 
clothes young lady" she smiled at the girl that she was creating. A pair of 
light control briefs helped to maintain a smooth silhouette then she handed him 
a lovely lacy Warner's bra and matching suspender belt. They filled the bra with
rolled up pantyhose and then she showed him how to pull on the cream gloss 
stockings. Electricity ran through his body as he touched the finery around his 
body. Finally a full slip and a floral print summer dress with long sleeves were
slipped over his head and a pair of low-heeled cream shoes completed the 
ensemble. Still he had not seen himself, the anticipation was making him faint, 
"I'll just do your hair dear, then you can see". She combed his long hair back 
and styled it into wavy curls then some sprayed some lacquer to hold everything 
together. "Just one more thing" and after rooting in a small box she clipped on 
small diamond earrings and hung a necklace with a single stone on a fine gold 
chain upon him.  
He saw a figure in the mirror. The figure was beautiful. The figure was a young 
girl demure and innocent. The figure was him.   
"I'll just let you get used to this new look, practice walking in those shoes, 
it's not as easy as you think but you'll soon get the hang of it". She then left
him alone while she got herself ready. When she returned he asked, "why get ready
so early?" Well my dear our invitation was for Sunday dinner after church, so 
we're going to the service first. I wasn't sure before but you look so good 
there is no need to worry". He was worried but reasoned that few young people go
to church these days so there would only be a few old fogies to worry about.  
He really didn't have much time to worry as they left for the short walk to the 
little slate church soon after going down from the bedroom. The weather was warm
and fine there was no need for coat but he felt completely exposed when the 
breeze wafted around his stocking tops. He clung tightly to his aunt and 
whispered in her ear " should we really be doing this, what if I'm found out!"  

"Relax dear, I know what you are, I dressed you and even I can't see the join, 
just relax and have fun fooling all these people". They reached the church and 
both smiling politely entered and sat down the congregation was much as he'd 
expected, old. They looked for Mrs. Bean but she had not yet arrived, then a 
really beautiful young girl dressed in a similar summer dress him sat down 
beside his aunt and a lady he recognised as Mrs Bean beside her. "Hello Mary may
I introduce MY niece Karen. Karen this is Mrs Williams and her niece Susan". He 
was stunned into silence but mumbled a greeting, he had forgotten they'd agreed 
on the name Susan and he didn't know how he was going to handle this gorgeous 
girl who would surely see through his disguise.  


A Lakeland Journey
Part 2
 
This story continues from "A Lakeland Journey Part 1."  Spellings are
English (British)!  There is no unpleasantness here just gender confusion
and eventually love
 
John has been compromised to dress as a young girl and is now sat in a pew
in a Cumbrian slate church next to a real beautiful young girl. He and his
aunt are invited to Sunday lunch with the girl and her aunt.
 
Susan (john) spent the service worrying about the decorum of kneeling for
prayers, sitting down and standing for hymns while wearing such
unaccustomed clothing. Karen had looked at him once, very shyly, as they
were introduced and had not looked his way again. She was either very, very
shy or had 'made' him. He suspected the former.

The service finished and the congregation began to leave. Karen smiled at
Susan as they got up. "I'm so pleased there's another girl to share the
holiday with, it can be very dull up here on your own." The vicar was
meeting and greeting in the churchyard and as the two girls and as their
Aunts paused he came up to speak with them.

"I presume these delightful young girls are your nieces ladies?"

"Oh yes vicar aren't they a picture. Karen was worried that she would be on
her own but we've found Susan has come to stay with her aunt this summer so
they can be companions for each other and not have to put up with us oldies
all the time." Replied Mrs. Bean.

Susan missed the significance of 'all summer' he/she was thinking 'this is
the last time in a dress except on my terms' thank-you very much.

"Well it's a pleasure to have some young, and I must say pretty, faces in
the church today. Karen and Susan may I ask a favour from you? We are
having a Victorian fete here on Wednesday and I would appreciate it very
much it you two would agree to help out. We have some maid outfits that
would fit, don't decide now but do let me know if you are interested."

"That sounds a lot of fun, of course we'll do it won't we Susan?" replied
Karen.

Susan was silently horrified Karen had suddenly come to life and was making
plans for them both, this charade had gone too far. Karen was beautiful but
HE didn't want to be HER girlfriend.

"Well I don't think I will be able to. I've got to get back home as I've