Alan's Penance

by Ann O'Nonymous

 

Chapter 15: Eve measures up

"Ma'am, I have a question: If Charity is the one who led Willie and Chastity here, then shouldn't I be playing her part?"

"The town was founded when Chastity was 14, your age. She arrived with her sister and brother. We're celebrating the town's founding. Also, this year we celebrate the Centennial of the Trial of Chastity Chapman," said Vikki.

"Okay, let's get these dishes done. Julia, why don't you take the girls upstairs and get their measurements, while Nancy, Vikki and I wash up?"

"Hmmph, I came over to get away from dishes, and here I go," Vikki said.

"Quiet girl, or we'll offer to do the laundry, too," Cathy replied.

"Nancy, when you get a chance, would you please bring up the bags from the back seat of my car, also the manicure case," Julia requested, "I thank you very much."

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Back upstairs, in Nikki's room where it all started, Julia commanded, "Okay girls, off with the robes and gowns; I'll need you stripped to the waist."

Nikki was out of her robe, and Eve followed with nary a peep. Two gowns were tossed onto the bed, and the pair stood there – Nikki in panties, and Eve in diaper and elastic panties. One glance at Nikki's young budding breasts nearly made Eve's diaper useful! Slippers followed.

"Nikki – you'll be first, so Eve can see what I'm doing."

"Fair enough," she replied.

"Okay, Nikki, a real deep breath – expand your chest."

Nikki did so, and Julia put a tape measure around the chest, saying, "You measure just below the breast formation on the chest. Okay, Nikki, blow it all out – contract your chest."

When she did that, Julia made a second measurement, compared the two, then stated, "That is the band size, Eve. The first measurement."

"Why measure twice," queried Eve.

"For comfort, as a bra is worn all day, through breathing in and out. I take two measurements, and use a size in between. The band has enough elasticity to hold. Okay, now cup size."

Eve watched intently as Julia measured across the nipples and compared that to the "band" size. "The difference between band size and the breast measurement is the cup size," she said.

"Oh, how interesting," Eve said, "So that's how it's done."

"Now you do it!"

"ME!!!! You w-w-w-want-t-t m-m-me t-t-to m-m-measure N-n-n-nikki?"

"C'mon, you watched. It's easy – give me your hand," Julia said.

"Ahem, you said you would obey," Nikki added.

"Okay, I- I- I'll d-d-do it," replied a nervous 'Alan,' as he took the tape.

"Take the metal tab in the right hand, reach around the body – I know you'll enjoy that – and place it in your left hand, bringing the tape up to just about chest-high."

When that was finally done, Julia said, "See where the breasts start out from the body, the tape should be just under that. With the tape against the body, read up from the metal tab – oh, make sure the tape isn't twisted."

Eve ran a finger around the tape, feeling for any twists. She then placed the tab near the tape and read off the measurement.

"Good job, now across the breasts."

"C'mon, scaredy cat. I dare you," Nikki gently taunted.

The gibe was kind of a challenge, so "Phffft," was Eve's reply as she moved the tape up across Nikki's future womanly attributes, fingers caressing them for an all-too-brief <for Nikki, as her smiling glance gave her away> moment. A second reading was given to Julia.

"Good, we concur, or agree, Eve," stated Julia, "I'll bet you'd make a great lingerie salesperson – with a little training, of course."

'Alan' thought for a moment before replying, "I think I might like that."

"Would you like to try for a week? I can ask Cathy, and set it up for you and Nancy."

<Whoa big fellow, you're just fourteen, and this is for girls. Do you really want to fit slips, dresses, jeans, chemises and other things on them? Gee, now that's a hard question.>

"Wellll, it is a punishment (ha! Be honest, Al.) and . . ."

"Good! I'll talk to Cathy," Julia replied, "Now you, dear. Arms up, deep breath and a nice large chest."

Well, as Julia explained the use for each measurement, our hero(ine) was sized from top (neck size), middle (bust, waist and hip size), and side (underarm to ankle), with stops in between. He now knew his feminine side's shoe, stocking, skirt, blouse, bra, and panty sizes.

"Okay, dear, now see – that wasn't hard, emmm difficult was it," Julia stated grinning, her mistake deliberate. "Just make sure you remember all your sizes, as you'll be taken shopping in my store."

"What about if you misread a measurement?"

"There's enough leeway in the sizing so that a good fit is still possible, provided it's not 61 inches for 19 inches," Julia said. "What you'll get, Eve, is a well-padded bra that will be about an AA or A cup. Nikki will also get an A cup, only her padding will be sewn in at four places."

"How come?"

"Well, there are three pads in there, and as she develops she simply snips a few threads and removes a pad. These will last up to her fifteenth or sixteenth birthday, depending."

Knock, knock – "Okay to come in?"

"C'mon in, Nancy. You're right in time for the fitting," said Julia.

Nancy opened the door and entered, carrying two large shopping bags. Setting them down by Julia, she took a seat on the bed to watch the fun.

Taking out a few boxes at a time, Julia read labels and when finished either returned them to the bag, or placed them within easy reach. When she had two piles of four, she opened two boxes and remarked, "These are the same style, 'SoftnSweet,' both virgin white – you still are, aren't you, Nikki," Julia gently teased before continuing, "both a well-padded polyester/cotton/nylon blend." She handed one bra to Nikki saying, "Why don't you help Eve with her first bra."

"Oh my Goddess, I'll be very happy to!" she ecstatically exclaimed.

Nikki took the soft garment, kissed Eve on the cheek and said, "Hold out your arms, sweetie, mommy's going to put your first bra on you."

Eve followed the instructions, and was rewarded with a nice fitting form. The shoulder straps had pads to prevent digging in; the band felt almost natural, and the padded bosom gave him a "young miss" development. Nikki went behind him, pulled the band snug against the chest and proceeded to hook it up.

"Eve, if there is no-one around to help, you can fasten the hooks in front then turn it around. A lot of girls do it that way, so they can be sure all the hooks are in place," Julia remarked.

With the bra in place, 'Alan' was surprised at how much 'development' he now showed. "I guess it's my turn, right?"

Nikki smiled at her future life partner, held out her arms stating, "Think of this as a reward." Eve returned the favor, right down to the kiss – carefully adjusting the straps, and hooking each eyelet.

"There," s/he exclaimed after it seemed to be correctly positioned, "how does it feel, Nikki?"

"Umm," she started, stretched a little, twisted a little, bent over then exclaimed, "that's great. It's a perfect fit – thanks, Julia. C'mon, Eve, thank Julia for the fine service."

"Yes, thank you, Julia," Eve said twisting and bending like Nikki. There was a curtsey with, "I appreciate you coming out here for this."

"Sweetheart, don't thank me just yet. You'll be in the store shopping very soon, amidst a lot of girls."

"Em, why all the gyrations, Nikki?"

"I wanted to see if the bra would be too tight, ride up, or if the straps would come off the shoulders."

"Well, with identical bras, now you are sisters," remarked Nancy.

Knock, knock – "Okay to come in?"

Julia said, "C'mon in – the more the merrier." <This was almost like the cabin scene from the Marx brothers! One of the funniest movies 'Alan' had ever seen.>

Cathy entered first, followed by Vikki who commented, "Oh geez, Eve's first bra – now this is an occasion to celebrate."

"Quite right. It's a young lady's first step into womanhood, and a linking to all her sister females," Cathy said.

"Isn't sister females a redundancy, ma'am?" Eve inquired.

Cathy just smiled.

"Okay, let's get the twins dressed and readied for the war paint lectures," Nancy said a little too loudly.

"Nancy, the two dresses that are hanging up and the other items, please," Cathy replied.

First on was a white full slip with a lace bodice, a bright red rose appliquι decorating each cup, and hem of lace, with pink bows in front, back and each side. Discarding the "dirty" undies, a pair of clean panties for both followed. Glancing over at her "sister" s/he noticed she was putting on identical white lace-edged panties, including the picture of "Wonder woman." With a giggle s/he couldn't help, out came, "I seem to be surrounded by Amazons, and now I'm wearing one." White anklets, with a green four-leaf clover design woven in on the outer sides and ruffled top, were next and the requisite black Mary Jane's finished off the bottom part.

Nancy helped Eve with her dress, while Cathy worked with Nikki. They were identical in that both had capped elbow-length sleeves of white nylon net; a square-neck bodice with light blue polka dots on lemon background extending down to the skirt, all done in a jumper-style design. As Nancy zipped up the back of Eve, Cathy was doing the same to Nikki.

Glancing at Eve, Nikki laughed and exclaimed, "Oh boy! Now I have another sister." Looking back Eve smiled as she replied, "Hi sis! I'm happy to finally get you."

Julia had a real surprise for the pair: Matching turquoise clip-on earrings, bracelets, and heart-shaped pendants.

It was Alan that thought about what the consequences of his action could have been, and it was Eve's eyes that watered up a bit as she said, "You've all been so kind . . . so good to me . . ." S/he bowed her head as a trail of tears appeared on her cheeks.

"Sweetie," Nancy replied, "You okay? Need a handkerchief – c'mon, let's dry the waterworks – here."

Eve took the offered hankie and dried her eyes. <This sudden attack of emotion. Not something he was used to, that's for sure.> "Thanks, I don't know where that came from."

"THAT dear boy is what is missing in so many men today," stated Vikki, "the inability to show emotion, because it isn't manly."

"Yeah, but it is manly to go out and get drunk," Nancy said, adding, "go figure!"

Cathy went further, "Some think that may be the cause of early death in men – their inability to express emotional release. They hold in all the hurts they get over the years."

"I think a lot of male alcoholism could also be blamed on that," added Vikki. "You know, 'Drown your sorrows' instead of letting out the hurt and pain."

"Really?" Eve said, "So, because men aren't allowed emotional release, it affects the heart – hmmm, that's something to think about. I guess it's something like 'If its dulled enough, you stop feeling it'." <Do women accept their emotions, while men reject or cloud theirs?>

"Well, that's not the whole story, Eve. Diet, stress at work, and other factors play a part," Nancy replied. <Nancy seems to be a lot smarter than 15, Alan thought.>

"Enough chatter! Eve, sit. Nikki, on the left. Nancy, you can observe in the mirror. Rest, sit out of the way, please," commanded Vikki in her best former mistress style.

"Oh," said Julia, "I'd better get back! Now I have what I need, I'm like a green leaf on an Oak tree in February."

"Okay," Cathy replied, "I'll see you to the door, then do a wash, as these four seem to be otherwise occupied."

"Bye, Vikki – see you later?"

"Umm probably at the Auxiliary's dinner. I hear that Eve will be in a maid's uniform, and I can't wait to see her."

When all were in position, Vikki started: "First, sweet thing, is a thorough cleansing. Pores must be dirt free, or you will have skin problems." She took a plastic apron and covered Eve. Next, cotton balls moistened with cleanser were used to clean the face and neck areas; an occasional showing of dirt was used to stress her point. When the cotton ball remained white, Vikki stated, "Any questions – speak up."

Eve asked, "How far should you go?"

"I like to go from the hairline down to the shoulders! I feel you can never be too clean, as your face is the first thing people notice."

Nikki inquired, "Is there any special emm ingredient you should look for in a cleanser?"

"Umm, not really! It depends what type skin you have," stated Vikki. "It should have Vitamin E, Aloe Vera or an extract, Tea oil, and as little alcohols as possible. Two things to remember: know your skin type, and read the warning labels carefully, as some materials are harmful to the eyes."

"But how would you know if it has an alcohol in it," persisted Nikki.

"The word will have an 'oh ell' ending, like ethanol or glycol," replied Vikki.

Okay, that done, Vikki continued: "A readily absorbable moisturizer is next then a foundation. The moisturizer helps in ensuring an even coverage. I prefer a liquid foundation, as it is easy to use, and you really don't need much."

So it went: foundation, blusher, lipstick, lip liner; eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, etc. and the care and use of sponges, brushes, pencils and other applicators were covered. Soon the three had a glowing beauty that would have many a man on his knees, begging to know her better – which none of them really wanted.

"The last thing is a good perfume. A dab behind the ears, a little at the bosom, and a dab on each wrist," Vikki stated with a wicked grin, "will drive many a man wild. But don't go bathing in it – you want to arouse his passion, not anesthetize him."

"Just what is a good perfume," queried Eve.

"Umm, one that lasts a day, has a nice subtle scent, you're not allergic to it, and YOU like fragrance," was Vikki's reply.

Vikki observed the "twins" carefully as the entire application was carefully cleaned off, first with cold cream then the cleanser. When they had finished, she gave each a critical report on their efforts.

Nancy, Nikki and Eve were now on their own to do the whole thing over, with Vikki watching and correcting each little faux pas as it happened.

Nancy commented, "You know, Eve is a rather attractive young lady, and that's not stroking your ego, dear. With the proper application of makeup, you have a very nice face – passing in any environment shouldn't be too hard."

"What am I – chopped Halibut?" Nikki stated, hands on hips, an injured look on her pretty face that she tried hard to maintain.

Nancy got up and walked behind her sibling. With a sisterly hug from behind, she remarked, "Oh Nikki! It's good to have a little competition, besides we all know how you can knock 'em dead."

"That's just unconscious, Nancy."

Vikki broke out in a snickering laugh that had Nikki and Eve in a giggling fit.

"Enough, let's get cracking. The three of you – wash, cleanse, and start with the foundation. And tea time may be a little late today."

After umpteen times washing, cleansing, and re-application, Vikki called a halt. "Well, girls, I think that's enough for today. Coffee is on me!"

"Vikki, the nails?"

"Right, Nancy, but right now I need a java break."

Nancy affixed the Page boy wig on Eve's head, commenting, "There, sweetie. Now you look as pretty as any girl around – let's go have some coffee. Remember, after a meal, fix your lipstick!"

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At the same time the quartet entered the kitchen, Cathy had finished and was also in need of refreshment.

When the five were seated with French Vanilla coffee and Danishes, Cathy asked, "So, Vikki, are we making progress?"

"They have the fundamentals down pretty well, Cathy," she replied, "They can try various looks, see what looks best – then there's day and nighttime wear. Oh, would I love to Eve in a nice dress going out to a dance for the evening."

"Whoa, ma'am! With a boy – no way, no how, uh-uh."

"Whoa yourself, young lady! You'll do as you are told as agreed. Not at first, but how would it look," Cathy said, "if a pretty young lady wasn't accompanied by a handsome gentleman."

"Unnh, the girl was too smart for him?"

"Noooo, but 'Good Answer' as they used to say," Cathy replied with a grin, "on the contrary it would be odd, don't you think?"

"I guess you're right," 'Alan' grudgingly admitted.

"You're not getting married to him; he's just there to escort you! No commitments on either party," Nancy added.

"He'd better not try anything though," Eve fiercely stated.

"Carleton Dodsworthy Brookes the Third? He's the son of a friend of mine, and almost as nice as you."

"Oh, he's okay, Eve," Nikki said. "Carl is a little older, quiet – a bit shy I think – and you'll be good for his ego."

"But if he finds out I'm another boy . . . "

"And just who will tell him that?"

"Don't worry your pretty head, Evie, Carlie has eyes for Sandy," Nancy stated. "Either he'll get to like you a 'lot' or he wont."

"Oh dear!" Cathy said, "The girls turned down many a boy for a date."

Nancy continued: "We'd say, 'We already have a date – with Carleton'."

"Who knows, Eve, you might actually get to like him more that me," Nikki stated.

<Could that be a possibility? Dressing in girls things, looking like a girl, maybe it would be better if I did date boys.> Eve looked at Nikki and smiled as she said, "I do think you're right. Maybe I should acknowledge this inner girl thing and really let her out! Nikki, I . . . I think it would be better if . . . if we just stayed friends, better yet, just acquaintances you know? It's just possible that . . . that this inner self is my true self, and this boy thing is just a shell that I have been showing. 'Eve' is my true persona, and I've been living a lie. Vikki, I'm sure you would be able to pair me up with a nice boy, please?"

"Sure thing, Eve," Vikki said smiling.

"Okay, let's get at those nails so you kids can take your walk – it's a nice day outside," Cathy said, "and you need the fresh air. Eve's been cooped up in here too long."

The trio sat on a couch, barefooted, while Cathy and Vikki did a pedicure and manicure. "Candy apple red" was applied to thirty toes, after which thirty fingers were soaked, dried, and given a manicure. Acrylic nails were carefully attached, and filed down to a natural shape, then a total of two coats of the same polish was applied. A gloss was next, then a buffing, with a sealing coat finishing up the job.

"Gee, I didn't know it took so much for a girl to make herself a girl . . . er, pretty. Oh heck," said a frustrated Eve.

Nancy replied, "Girls always try to look nice, even in slacks and pullovers."

"Oh, I do hope I look attractive enough to get a nice guy," said Eve.

  

  

  

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