Adrian's New Uniform

by Josie Brian

 

I was travelling in the car with Dad; neither of us had spoken a word since leaving home. How had I got into such a mess? On Friday I had left home looking like a normal 13 year old boy. Dad did not know I had changed my clothes before arriving at Mrs Davies house. Cathy's Mum, dyed and styled my hair and we had a great time at the Alton Towers theme park. Then, on Sunday Mrs Davies car broke down and I had to stay another night at her house. Because Mrs Davies thinks I'm a girl, I had to accept the offer to borrow Cathy's school clothes and that's what I'm still wearing. A grey, knee-length skirt, blue blouse and a pair of Mrs Davies black heels.

I had thought that my nightmare was over when I got home but found out that Dad had promised to meet Mrs Davies and Cathy tonight. He wants to thank them for taking me out over the weekend and has arranged dinner at a nice restaurant. We are on our way to a retail park where Dad was going to buy me new clothes for this evening.

"We only have two choices Ade", says Dad, breaking the silence. "We can either tell Helen the truth and face the consequences, or we pretend you a girl for one more night"

"I know Dad, and I realise how serious it could be. As long as this is the last time, I'm willing to pretend I'm a girl once more"

With that, we parked outside a large clothes store and went in. Like most clothes stores, this one had a huge ladies section. Dad leads me to the 'young ladies' wear area to look at dresses. "For a nice restaurant, a young girl should probably wear a dress" he says, "Try this one for size". The dress was a 'lilac shift dress' according to the label, I took it to the ladies changing rooms.

There are a few women and girls in the changing rooms as well, I'm careful to pull my cubical curtain closed before changing. Stripping to just my bra and panties, the dress slips on over my head; there are no buttons or zips to fasten. Then I leave the changing room to show Dad, catching an exciting glimpse of a pretty girl in another cubical changing her trousers and another removing her shirt.

"I don't think that dress will do Ade," says Dad shaking his head. "It's smart enough and even fits ok but that thin material is not hiding the bulge in your pants very well". Looking in the mirror, I have to agree, "Oops, there are some very pretty girls in there Dad, I couldn't help it". Seeing me turn pink with embarrassment, Dad smiled and said I should try something else. "At least you still think like a boy" he laughed.

We choose another dress, a red mini with a pleated skirt, then go to find some matching shoes. The sandals we buy have open toes and a higher heel than I've worn before but feel comfortable enough. I put them on straight away to start getting used to them, the red sandals look a bit silly with my school uniform but that is not important right now.

"We only have a couple of hours before we go to the restaurant", Dad says and leads us to a chemist shop. "The assistants in here will do your make-up for free" he explains. While I sit at the counter in the make-up department Dad asks an assistant to help me choose some cosmetics. Then Dad disappears into the shop, leaving me with the shop assistant.

She starts looking closely at my skin and eyes, "Hi, my name is Jane; let's see what we can do for you". I tell her my name is Adrienne and that my father is taking us out for a special dinner.

"Your skin is a bit rough, you should try some of this first" said Jane. She applied some cream to my face and rubbed it in carefully. Then she decided "I think you need to enhance your eyes a little" and used a mascara brush on my eyelashes, followed by a pencil line under each eye. "The best colour for your eye shadow will be pink I think, too many blondes try to use blue it just makes them look old and the pink will pick up the highlights in you hair". She carried on talking and I tried to pay attention but I'm not really that interested in make-up. The lipstick, Jane told me, was 'all the rage' with young girls, it causes your lips to swell up and look fuller. I just hope my lips will 'un-swell' when it comes off.

Dad came back with a new tie he had bought for himself and a handbag for me. He thanked Jane for making my look 'so very pretty' and bought one each of the cosmetics she had used. "Do you need any perfume?" Jane asked, she found a 'sweet young fragrance' called "Teen" for me to try.

As soon as we get home, I take my new clothes to my room and Dad rushes to the bathroom to shave and get ready. First, I take off all the uniform I have borrowed from Cathy and strip off completely. It feels so nice to take the tights off; my legs are tingling as if the blood circulation has restarted. But that was nothing to the pleasure of getting that bra off, my chest has deep red grooves where the straps had been. I join Dad in the bathroom for a quick wash.

"Good grief! How did you get those marks on your chest", Dad seems shocked.

"I caught a suntan wearing a bikini on Saturday" I told him, "the other marks are from the bra Cathy let me borrow for school today".

"If I had known that, we could have bought you a bigger size, doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes Dad, it hurts. Have you ever tried one of these things?" I answered sarcastically pointing at the marks on my chest.

"No need to get bitchy, try not to smudge your make-up when you wash"

I could only wash from the neck down as I didn't want to ruin the make-up the shop assistant had put on me. I'm sure I could not reproduce the same standard again. After washing, I sprayed on some 'Teen' and started to get dressed. I was not looking forward to putting on tights again, we had bought some 'light tan' coloured tights to use instead of the black school pair.

My new red dress fits quite well but doesn't look right. Just as Cathy had shown me before, I needed to wear her bra to give my chest enough shape for the dress to hang properly. Damn, I was hoping I would not need to wear this thing anymore; the padding in the cups gives just enough lift to my chest to make it look more like a 13 year old girls' bust instead of a boys'. Next, I put on my new shoes. They are red sandals with open toes and an ankle strap. They have heels about 2 inches high, which is not much more than I've been wearing all day, but these heels are much narrower, almost pointy. I put my lipstick and perfume in the handbag and meet Dad in the hall.

"Wow, you look very smart Dad. Nice new tie"

Dad just looks at me without response for a long time, are those tears? "God Ade, I mean Adrienne, you look stunning. You may not want to hear this but you are a very pretty young lady, I'm very proud of you"

I thought it best not to answer that comment and we made our way to the restaurant in Dad's car. This is a classy restaurant; we are met at the door by a man in uniform who would have taken our coats, if we had any. He led us into a bar where we would wait for our table to be prepared. Dad let me have a glass of sparkling white wine and we sat near a huge fireplace.

"Oh Adrienne, don't you look gorgeous I love that dress, why don't you introduce us to your father", it was Mrs Davies and Cathy. We sat together in the bar waiting to be called for our table. Cathy was wearing a lilac shift dress exactly like the one I had tried earlier, "Nice dress Cathy, I almost bought one just like it".

"Well I'm glad you didn't, that would have been embarrassing if we wore the same dress. Why did you change your mind?"

I couldn't really tell her it was because my hard-on showed through the flimsy skirt to easily, "Oh it didn't suit me, I'm not as pretty as you", was the best I could think of.

We were called to our table in the dining room by a waitress in a white blouse and black skirt who led us to our table. A man in black trousers and white shirt pulled a chair away from the table, "Madam" he said looking at me. Not too sure what was going on, I stood in front of the chair and started to sit down when he slid the chair under me. Then he did the same for Cathy and her mother, Dad just jumped into his seat without help. It was fascinating to watch Mrs Davies hold her skirt with both hands while her chair was positioned for her. Hoping I had not looked too foolish, I quickly straightened my skirt and moved the chair to a more comfortable position.

On the table were large plates with a tiny portion of something in the middle. The waitress told us it was the 'chefs treat' and was a free starter. By the time we had received and started the real starter, which came after the chefs starter, I could tell this was going to be a long night. All the food was excellent, although the portions are a bit small, but we had to wait so long between each course. Course 4 or 5 was a sorbet, which I liked.

In all this time, the adults had been chatting and laughing and generally enjoying their selves. Mrs Davies decided to make a suggestion, "Our girls do seem to get on very well George" she said to my father, "would you both like to join Catherine and I for our summer holiday, we're going to Euro Disney in Paris?"

I looked at Cathy, she looked at me, and we didn't know what to say. Then Cathy said, "Mum, I need to visit the bathroom, may we be excused?"

What does she mean, 'we?' Her mother answered "yes of course dear, but please don't be too long girls". With that Cathy grabbed my hand and got up from the table. I followed Cathy into the ladies toilets, where we had a quick chat.

"So what do you think Ade, Do you want to come on holiday with us?"

"I don't know Cath, I like being with you but I don't want to spoil your trip to Disney"

"Surprisingly, I'm starting to like having you around too, I really wouldn't mind if you came with us. The real problem is this will be a two week holiday, you would have to be 'Adrienne' for a full two weeks"

"I'm not willing to do that Cath, these shoes are killing me and this bra really hurts, then I guess you already understand that".

"You soon get used to them. I suggest you just say yes to my Mum now and make some excuse nearer the time to get out of it. Let's get back before another 20 ant-sized courses turn up"

"OK, but while we're here, I could do with using the toilet"

"Go ahead, I'll wait, that's what girls do"

Neither of us were prepared for what we saw when we returned to the dining room. Cathy put her hand over her mouth; I thought she was going to scream. My Dad and Mrs Davies are kissing!

The kissing stopped as soon as Cathy and I reappeared, but both adults looked very sheepish. They just couldn't stop looking into each others eyes. We quietly finished our meal, then desserts, then coffees, then chocolates; it just went on and on. It's almost 9pm on Monday night, I've been dressed in girls' clothes since 5pm on Friday, I just wish we could go home so I could get out of these clothes and back to being a normal boy again.

"George, I forgot to apologise for getting here so late, my car is still giving me trouble, and we had to order a taxi", said Mrs Davies, trying not to smile.

"There will be no need for a taxi to get home Helen, Adrienne and I will take you back in our car" was Dads' reply.

I watched Cathy climb into the back of our car, carefully holding her skirt and swinging her legs into place after sitting down. Then I tried to copy the same moves, I doubt I was anywhere near as elegant. Dad drove us all to Cathy's house where Mrs Davies decided to invite us in.

"Just a quick coffee before you go home George" she suggested.

By 11pm Cathy had changed into more comfortable clothes, of course she still had to wear a skirt since her mother would never buy her anything else. I am still stuck in my new red mini-dress, which is comfortable enough but I would love to get out of it.

"OK girls, it's another school day tomorrow and it's getting late" said Mrs Davies.

"Are we ready to go home Dad?" I asked.

"Not tonight my beautiful daughter" he said loudly, "Helen has graciously offered to let us stay the night. You can share with Cathy again and I'll um, I'll use the settee"

This is bad, I have to spend another night at Cathy's and that means I'll have to go to school tomorrow wearing another set of Cathy's uniform. Why is Dad doing this to me? I have to see him and ask why we can't go home.

The settee is empty! Where has Dad gone? I'm stuck here again; I'll have to go to school dressed as a girl again. I don't care what Cathy says, I've been wearing this bra for 4 whole days and it still hurts and I hate heeled shoes and most of all I hate skirts!

I cry myself to sleep as Cathy holds me close; knowing tomorrow will be another terrible day. Then she slips her hand under my nightdress and moves my hand onto her breasts, suddenly the world is not such a terrible place.

  

  

  

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