My aunt left and returned a moment later with a pair of tights. “I thought these would make a nice change from black.” she said, “Unless you’d prefer black ones?”
“No they’re OK.” I gulped as she passed me the pair of thin tan tights. This will be the first pair of proper tights I’ve worn this time around. When I was younger I often wore tights, but they were always white or woolly… not proper grown up tights like these. I carefully rolled them up my legs as my aunt removed the dress from its hanger and unfastened the zip.
It felt strange stepping into a dress again after so many years. My aunt fastened the zip for me and I looked down at myself. It’s not dissimilar to the sort of dress some of the women at work wear. I slipped my feet into my flat loafers as my Aunt opened my wardrobe door, on the inside of which is a long mirror. “Very smart.” she smiled.
To me, it felt like I was wearing a sack. The shapeless frock hung limply from my shoulders and landed a few inches above my knees. It’s a world away from the prissy frocks I used to wear, but in its own shapeless way, this is far more preferable. It doesn’t work with these shoes though… I realised as I looked at my feet.
“Maybe you should get some heels.” my aunt suggested, “Or those flat ballet style pumps would look nice with it.” she added.
“I don’t think I’d be able to walk in heels any more.” I said.
“Oh they’re just like riding a bike.” my aunt smiled as she closed the wardrobe door. She told me to put the rest of my things away, neatly, whilst she made us both a cup of tea.
I could barely believe that I was wearing a dress again, but I suppose it was only a matter of time. In a way I’m surprised it’s taken this long as Aunt Katinka wasted no time putting me back in knickers when I arrived almost a month ago. “Is that all it’s been?” I asked myself as I folded the plain white flat-bra and put it with my others. A drawer full of male underwear is now a distant memory, I realised as I made some space for my new items. “Oh god I’d forgotten about her.” I thought as I picked up the frilly knicker and flat-bra set that I’d shown to Sarah. “That’s going to be all over the office on Monday.” I said to myself as I opened the packaging and placed the two items on my lap. I wasn’t looking forward to wearing them as I’m certain my aunt will have me wearing nothing more for as long as possible, and the knickers are tiny! Finally I unpacked and unfolded the equally unwanted fru-fru knickers. I’d assumed they were white, but it’s only the numerous rows of lace covering the bum and encircling the waist and leg holes that’s white, the actual garment is baby pink. At least they’re not the really tight control knickers I’ve become accustomed to wearing, I figured, so at least these and the tiny blue knickers might be a bit more forgiving. I shut the drawer and gathered up the cellophane packaging before heading downstairs.
“You do look smart.” my aunt told me when I appeared in the kitchen. “If I remember I’ll flatten that bust for you later.” she added. I looked down at the empty chest area on my frock. It’s clearly been cut for a female body and not my masculine one. “It could maybe do with the hips taking in too.” Aunt Katinka added as she passed me my cup of tea. “But all in all, not bad for a fiver.” she smiled.
I looked down and noticed the cut of its hip, that too looked empty on my male body. My aunt asked me if I liked it, and I said. “It’s OK” adding “It’s weird not having something covering my arms.”
“You could wear a blouse under it if you want.” she suggested, “But that might be a bit too warm this time of year.”
“Yeah I guess.” I replied as I ran my left hand up my right arm.
“That sort of dress looks nice with or without a blouse.” my aunt informed me, “But your arms would look nicer if we removed all that hair.”
“I didn’t think you could shave arms.” I gulped. She’s been shaving my legs and armpits since I arrived and thanks to the depilatory nappy rash cream, the only body hair I have left is on my arms and hands.
“Well normally you’d wax them. That way they only need doing every month or two instead of every few days.” she told me. “Or we could try your nappy rash cream… that’s effective at removing hair.” she added. “I guess it depends how long it takes to work.”
“It’ll probably take all night.” I replied.
“Well if that is the case we’ll have to think of an alternative.” my aunt smiled. “But you can always wear a long sleeved blouse in the meantime.”