The story continues… Having served out the punishment of wearing women's clothes all weekend, the family is surprised to find "Lorraine" coming down to breakfast on Monday morning…

 

The Catalogue

by Catherine Rose

 

Chapter 6 – Secrets Revealed

 

"You've done this before, haven't you Lorraine?" my mother said sternly after a brief silence.

"Yes, mum," I replied meekly, buoyed by the fact that she was still referring to me by my girl's name.

"And I bet you've been wearing my clothes secretly behind my back," she continued.

"Y-y-yes, mum," I stuttered, going bright red in the process.

"And your sister's as well?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes, mum," I replied totally humiliated in the knowledge that 'the gig was up'.

With every admission my sister was literally doing cartwheels around the kitchen from excitement. My mother, however, remained in total control.

"Jill, could you please ring Kevin's school and tell them he's too sick to come in today?"

"Fantastic," she shrieked, "I will ring in sick myself".

"No," mum interrupted very sternly. "I need some time today to get to know my new daughter and to find out whatever happened to Kevin.

My sister tried to complain but to no avail as our mother was firmly in the driver's seat and not about to relinquish control.

"Now, Lorraine," she continued. "You cannot remain in your nightie all day however much you appear to like it. As you've already modelled all you own clothes, I would very much like to see what it is of mine that has taken your fancy. So please go upstairs now, and put on whatever of mine you like as if you would be doing if there were no one home but you. And when you are finished, please come downstairs ready to talk honestly about how I've suddenly become mother to two daughters.

 

 

Chapter 7 – Old Familiar Clothes

I did as I was told and with enormous pleasure but I have to say it felt quite weird to be rummaging through my mother's clothes with her permission. But there it was – my favourite bra of all time! I ran my fingers across its exquisite embroidery for the millionth time. I put my arms through its straps, clipped it expertly behind my back, and rested my hands on its cups to savour the moment. This bra would have been ornate in any colour. In soft pink, it was simply divine.

I slid the matching panties up my legs, fondling the embroidered strips either side of my bikini lines. I now felt complete. I admired myself in the mirror. But I was only getting started!

I loved petticoats. I couldn't help but glance through lingerie shop windows whenever I strolled by them at the mall as slowly as possible. My mother didn't have a great selection of them but I loved wearing them all the same.

I slipped on a wine-coloured camisole, stroking its delicate lace. It was a crime that boys were not allowed to wear such beautiful things. Girls were also able to wear them in such wonderful colours. And the feel of the silkiness of the fabric was beyond words. I could not wait to slide into the matching half-slip. If having a skirt rustling around my knees wasn't wonderful enough, having a petticoat underneath was better still. And then there was that strip of delicate lacing at the end of all that silkiness. What can I say? If it meant being able to wear such delightful clothes then I was willing to live as a girl for the rest of my life.

But I wasn't finished yet. This was a dream come true. By far the most important thing that girls had over boys was that they could wear dresses! And this morning, my mother had given me her permission to put on whatever dress I liked. But how was a girl to choose?

I could remember hearing my mother exclaiming many times how she had 'nothing to wear'. I had the opposite problem – the choice was almost overwhelming.

For this morning I chose a fully lined cap sleeved dress with centre back opening and an "A" line shaped skirt. I probably didn't need the petticoats with it, but who cared? Having all that flounce underneath felt wonderful. I simply loved its blue floral pattern. Isn't it amazing how a girl could wear boys' colours and still feel so delightfully feminine?

I slid my feet into a pair of matching blue sandals with a 2 inch heal, took a deep breath, and nervously went downstairs to meet mother.

 

 

Chapter 8 – Spilling The Beans

My mother may have intended to have a heart-to-heart talk with me about my secret life, but I think even she was quite distracted seeing me in her clothes. The day turned out to be more of a fashion parade than a talk, with me having to model clothes of my choice in front of her while explaining what it was I liked about each outfit.

At times she appeared almost resentful, complaining that some of the items looked better on me than on her. At other times, she scarcely seemed able to contain her excitement, fussing with my hair and make-up as if I was getting ready for a prom.

Through it all, I was in heaven. You can't imagine the release I felt inside, free to be totally myself for the first time, without having to hide my pleasure. It was as if a cloud had lifted from over me.

"You look so happy, Lorraine," commented my mum as I twirled around in a navy blue print chiffon dress.

"Oh, mum," I replied matter-of-factly. "How could I be any other way with the feel of chiffon dancing around my body?"

"And is that why Kevin used to look so sad and troubled," my mother suddenly asked, "because he felt better being Lorraine?"

I chocked from emotion, as I remembered how jealous I had always been of Jill, allowed to wear whatever she liked while I had to numb myself around such beautiful clothes.

"Never mind," my mum rescued me from her own question. "Why don't you go and put something of Jill's on, now. You can't wear old lady's clothes all day."

I surprised my mum and even myself by putting on a pair of jeans. You see, the pleasure is not just in the clothes themselves but how you wear them. It's amazing how differently jeans feel when worn with a blue georgette top with flared sleeves and a tie front, not to mention a nice pair of high heeled shoes. I hated my sister whenever she wore this outfit but revelled in wearing it myself. It's so unfair that girls can wear the similar clothes as boys can, only prettier.

"You certainly seem to know an awful lot about clothes," commented my mother. "When did girl's clothes start interesting you so much?"

I went into another embarrassing silence, only this time my mother was not going to let me of the hook. She had asked the question and was expecting an answer.

"I cannot remember a time I haven't wished I had been born a girl. I've always been jealous of the pretty clothes that Jill was able to wear while everything I had was always so bland. While I had a plain crewneck t-shirt, Jill had a cami-styled singlet which she could wear under an open cardigan. While I had pants, Jill had a fully lined layered skirt. Anything I had, she had something nicer. Adding insult to injury, she could wear anything I wore but I could never wear anything of hers. I would often go to sleep hoping that I could wake up without a penis so I could be her equal."

"Well it looks like your wish has finally come true," said mum, "at least these last few days, anyway. But it seems like this won't be enough for you, will it Lorraine?"

The silence was deafening as I stared at the floor as if emphasising the obvious.

"We better pretty you up for tonight so we can start working on your father."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind but for the next hour and a half she worked on dressing me in clothes of her choice. She started me off with the most delightful stretch lace turtleneck top and camisole.

"You probably haven't seen this one before as I was saving it for Jill for a special occasion," she said. "I never dreamt that you would be the one to wear it instead."

She was right, of course, that I hadn't seen it before. But what she probably did not realise was that apart from the pleasure of wearing something so pretty I was over the moon because I had snatched something from under Jill's nose.

Next came a pair of red shot pants, knee-high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled black shoes that took a while to get used to. She also pulled my hair back and sat me on a chair to apply some make-up. By the time she had finished me off by bathing me in her most expensive perfume, I could tell that Lorraine was here to stay. What I didn't know was how mum would sell the idea to dad.

 

Chapter 9 – Mother Seals My Fate

"We won't be seeing Kevin for a while, darling" I heard my mother casually say to my father as he walked in from work. "He was so disrespectful to me this morning that it was obvious he hadn't at all learnt his lesson from the weekend."

"Why, what has he done now?" chuckled my father.

"When I asked him how he had liked being a girl for the weekend, he arrogantly replied that he had enjoyed it so much that he wanted to remain as Lorraine. He was so defiant, in fact, that he even came down to breakfast wearing his nightie from the night before.

"So I decided to call his bluff. I immediately sent him upstairs and had him model some of my clothes. He obviously thought he had one over us on account of it being a school day. But since it's the last week of term and all his exams are finished anyway, I intend to keep him home and teach him exactly what it means to be a girl. By the end of this week he's either going to be begging me to allow Kevin to come back or enjoying being Lorraine so much that he won't ever want to change back.

"Now, honey" my mother greased up to my father. " You've got more than enough to worry about with your job and everything. You leave this all to me. I was wondering how I was going to spring-clean the house this week. Now that I've got a willing helper in our new daughter, Lorraine, it's going to be a breeze."

A shiver went up my spine at the thought that my dream might finally coming true – my mother was going to force me to dress as a girl until I liked it so much that "I wouldn't want to change back". It didn't matter to me that I was probably in this place already. The only thing that really mattered was that, like the boy in the TV Show all those years ago, I would have no choice in what happened from here on in.

I was in awe of mum and how she had gained control of the situation by simply embellishing a few of the facts. She sounded so resolute and convincing that the change in my father was almost as instant as it was frightening.

"Hello, darling," he casually said when he saw me in the lounge room. "Had a good day?"

"Yes, daddy," I replied, somewhat embarrassed and relieved at the same time.

It was as if having the issue of "Kevin and Lorraine" taken out of his hands, without any loss of face, had completely pacified him. Relieved of any of its responsibility, my father treated me no differently to how he treated, Jill. It even escaped him that mum and I did precious little spring-cleaning that week, other than regular housework, and that I in fact had started full training on the road to becoming a girl.

As the night wore on, I became totally blissed out. Things couldn't have gone any better than if I had scripted it all myself – my mother was now forcing me to behave like a girl and my whole family was in agreement with it. She had completely taken over my life from drawing my attention to such subtle behavioural matters as to how a "lady sits at the table" to more mundane matters like clearing away the dinner table and cleaning up the kitchen. But I was entirely unprepared for what was to follow. I wondered if I hadn't gotten in over my head.

"Take this upstairs," she commanded, handing me some big black rubbish sacks, "and put every single item of Kevin's clothing in it… underwear, shoes, pants, t-shirts, aftershave, … everything. Then bring it back down when you are finished."

I nervously did as I was told, fully expecting that all I was doing was making room for Lorraine's new clothes. But I could never have imagined what my mother had in mind.

"Good girl!" praised my mother. "Now go outside and drop the whole sorry lot in the wheelie rubbish bin."

"W-what?" I stammered in disbelief.

"You heard me. If you are going to live as Lorraine, then there will be no half measures. The rubbish was collected today so you'll have all your clothes sitting there at the bottom of the bin for the whole week. Then next Monday morning, you can choose whether you want to retrieve them or whether you want to wheel them out for the dump truck to collect. You better tie them up tightly so they don't smell too much amongst our other weekly rubbish just in case decide to change your mind."

With that, I walked outside, opened the lid of the wheelie bin, and watched my former self hit the bottom of the bin with a thud. It was a poignant moment, the graphic symbolism of which I had been unpre7pared for. I stood there for more than a moment, wiping away a few tears before I could bring myself to closing the lid on my old life and returning inside to commence a new chapter.

But I wasn't the only one under her control. Deciding that I needed some fresh sleepwear, she had Jill lend me some of hers.

"Take Lorraine upstairs and show her how to get ready for bed. Make sure she has something nice to wear for the night. I'll be up later to see how you've gotten on."

Jill took over my tutelage under delegated command. I was taught how to hang up and fold away my clothes into my empty wardrobe and drawers. I was taught how to remove my makeup and cleanse my face. I was taught to plait my hair for the night. But what I enjoyed the most was being able to choose my favourite sleepwear from Jill's collection.

The sleeveless tie-front top with ruffled neckline and sleeves had a the most delightful little flowers and birds embroidered on the front and back of the shoulders, with pink embroidered scalloped edging along the waist. The ¾ matching tie-front pants were sparsely embroidered with the same flowers and birds and had scalloped edging along the pants legs, as well as having a fully embroidered pocket at the back.

Pure cotton never looked better. The simple set was not only exceptionally girlie but very comfortable to sleep in as well. As I fell asleep, Kevin was becoming a fading memory, while Lorraine looked forward to the dawning of a new day.

 

To Be Continued …

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