On Tuesday I walked to work and emailed my completed spreadsheet to my line manager the moment I arrived. “I thought you’d be wearing your new skirt this week” Sarah said when she saw me in the corridor. “Please tell me you’re at least wearing your pretty new bra and panties.” she teased. I told her ‘no’ to both points and politely expressed my annoyance that she’d told all and sundry about our chance meeting on Saturday. “Well I got the feeling that your aunt wants the truth out in the open.” Sarah retorted. “If you want confidentiality, you’d better talk to her, not me.” she told me before brushing past me and walking off.
“Bitch!” I thought as I shifted my handbag’s strap further up my shoulder and continued to my desk. My line manager had emailed me back with a list of errors he’d spotted on my spreadsheet, which meant I ended up working through my lunch break to catch up. Again I took my work home with me and glumly looked forward to spending half the evening finishing it off.
My aunt had the sewing machine out on the kitchen table. I asked her what she was doing. “I’m taking the bust out of your dress.” she replied. I made us both a cup of tea and watched as she unpicked then pinned the garment. “I need you to wear this inside out so I can make sure it’s right.” she said. I stripped down to my underwear and carefully donned the dress, avoiding the pins that held its chest together. After few adjustments, it was carefully removed from me. I began to put my clothes back on. “Ah ah! We’re not finished yet.” Aunt Katinka said as she returned the garment to the machine. “I need to do the hips next.”
“I really need to get on with my work.” I replied. “I’m really behind.”
“Well you can do it in your undies William, it’s not cold.” she said. “And I won’t be long.” she assured.
Clad in one of my brutal bras, constricting control knickers and barely black knee high tights, I fetched my laptop, booted it up and plugged in my USB stick. No sooner had I opened my worksheet, my aunt was ready for me to don my frock once more. Although inside out, my aunt said it looked much better now the chest fits my shape, or lack of it. She began to pin the hips in order to remove the other feminine curves that I don’t have. Again the inside-out dress is removed and I got back to my work whilst Aunt Katinka resumed her sewing. A few minutes later, she said she was done and turned the frock the right way out. I stood up and stepped into it. Aunt Katinka fastened the zip before stepping in front of me to see how it looked. “Oh yes that’s much better.” she said as she looked me up and down. The baggy bit on the chest and the flappy bits on the sides had gone, and although still sack like, it did fit my shape much better. “How does it feel when you sit?” she asked. I sat and said it felt OK. “Not too tight on the hips?” she asked.
“No.” I replied. I continued with my work for a bit before my aunt suggested I change into something else. I glanced at the clock and said there’s no point as it’s less than an hour from bath time. However my aunt wanted the dress back so she could double up on the hip stitching. “You’ll be alright in your undies for a bit.” she said as she unfastened the zip
“I’ll put my trousers and blouse back on.”
“If you must.” Aunt Katinka shrugged as I stepped out of the dress.
Bath time interrupted my work, and Aunt Katinka insisted that my legs needed shaving after my nappy had been fitted. Clad in my lilac baby doll nightie, I finally returned to my overdue work. “If only they could see me now.” I thought as I copied and pasted inane chunks of data from one page to another. It was hard to concentrate and having forgotten to force out a wee in the bath, I was hanging on for dear life. If I’m wet, I’m wet ’til morning so it’s best to hang on for as long as possible. The pressure got too much and I inevitably flooded my nappy with warm wet urine, making it even harder to stay focussed on my work. I gave up and saved what I’d done before turning my lap top off. I went to the lounge and Knowing I was full, I placed a folded thick towel on the chair before sitting down.
“Are you wet already?” my aunt asked. I nodded. “That’s early. Didn’t you have a wee in the bath?” she quizzed. I shook my head. “Oh dear.” she said.