The Day Of The Triddifs

by Annalise Barker

  

Chapter 1 - Morning

Mike woke from his slumber, with a head that felt like it had been trapped between two large hammers that had been simultaneously striking together the whole time since he had gone to bed in the early hours of that morning. You see, Mike had been out on a serious 'session' with the guys from work – a farewell for Tim in accounts – and had drunk way too much. They had started early and finished VERY early, around 4am early. Moreover, they had been mixing all sorts of different drinks, with the obligatory shots of spirits. Mike had lost count of the drinks a long time before midnight struck. As such, here he was crawling out of bed at five in the afternoon.

Mike had been partially awake for about thirty minutes when he first noticed the lack of noise from outside. He lived in a third floor apartment close to the centre of town and should have been busy with cars, buses and people outside, even from up high where he was. Reaching for his sunglasses, he made his way to the window and gingerly pulled open the curtains. Nothing. There was nothing. Or at least nothing moving. There were cars and buses on the street, and also on the pavements and in the shop fronts for that matter, but none of them were moving. At first glance, he saw no people from his vantage point on high, but then one by one, he saw the people. They were walking about aimlessly, almost like they didn't know where they were going. Then he saw the first one bump into a parked car. Another, a young woman, tripped on a kerb and crashed to the ground. They were blind. They were all blind.

Mike couldn't believe his own eyes and went back to sitting on his bed, quickly reaching for the remote control. The television burst into life, but there was nothing on, just a fuzzy screen. He tried ITV, but again, nothing. Channel 4, Sky, all dead.

"What the hell?" Mike exclaimed out loud. With a sudden thought, he picked up the phone and quickly dialled the number of Stu, one of his fellow 'partyers' from the night before. 'Thank goodness this is working,' he thought. He let it ring a good thirty times before giving up and calling Dave. Same again. Next he called his sister, Joanne, ten years his senior. This time it was answered, only for the answer-machine to kick in. He tried again, but the same happened.

Several more hours passed before Mike could bring himself to make a decision. It had gone eight when Mike pulled on a thin sweater and headed out. There were a few people about. Most ignored his passing, but a few more perceptive ones heard the purposeful strides and called out to him for help. He knew by this time that there was nothing he could do for them, not on this scale. If he was honest with himself, Mike didn't even know where he was going, but he just knew he couldn't stay cooped up in the apartment. So he walked. He walked for miles around the city, only to see the same thing everywhere he went. Smashed up cars, trucks, buses, and the people walking, crawling, shouting out to him and sometimes to no one.

It was gone midnight when he returned home, stunned and shaking from witnessing the spectacle that had only yesterday been a thriving city. Mentally and physically drained, he collapsed into bed and slept.

 

Chapter 2– First Walk

The next morning brought a grim realisation to the fore, that he may very well be only person left who had not been affected with this blindness. He didn't know or why, but from his observations the evening before, what other conclusion could he arrive at. The very next thought was food. He had some, but not enough that would last him any amount of time. Amazingly the electricity was still on, but for how long, Mike would not like to have guessed. Two of the other apartments on the same floor appeared to have been abandoned, with the doors wide open. After a little exploration, Mike discovered that both had good size fridge/freezers, bigger than his at any rate, so he headed out with his old backpacking rucksack. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself pushing along a supermarket trolley.

He made it to the local store in ten minutes. Of course the place was deserted, so he set about choosing a range of products, fresh and frozen. The tinned and dried stuff could wait for the next trip, then at least he would be able to eat well before the good stuff went off. Straining a little under the weight, Mike set off for the journey home. A few times on the walk back, he got a little too close for comfort to some of the people roaming the streets. On the corner of Station Street, he very nearly bumped right into two men coming the other way. He stepped back into a shop doorway and froze.

"Hello," called out the first. "Who's there? I heard you. Can you see?"

"What did you hear?" asked the second man.

"Someone walking quickly," answered the first. "Where are you?" Silence. Mike had his hand over his own mouth.

"Come on," said the second again. "There's no one. No one anywhere. We're all like this."

At that, they slowly set off, stumbling down the street together, clinging on to each other for reassurance. Mike didn't move for another five minutes, as he thought what could have been. 'What would I have done in their position,' he thought. 'I'd have never let go, not for anything,' came his own answer to himself.

Back at the apartment, he unpacked and made himself some lunch. Over the next few days, he amassed himself a good supply of food from that store and several others. Perhaps in the long term, he would have to get out of the city. He didn't drive, but how hard could it be. And it hardly mattered whether he could drive well with no other vehicles on the road.

 

Chapter 3 – The Apartment

On the fifth day of the third week, as he sat there eating lunch, he began to daydream. Much as this entire situation was just horrific, he was bored and didn't know what to do with his time. He had forever to fill in. No one to talk to, nothing on television to watch. He had gone through all of his DVD collection three times, albeit quietly.

Mike unlocked his front door, again quietly, and walked out onto the shared landing. A thought occurred to him and he returned to his living room, picking up two sets of keys. Back on the landing he went to the nearest apartment that he had keys for. Unlocking the door, he turned the handle and entered. He knew it was a guy called Geoff had lived in the apartment. Geoff was a nice enough guy, a bachelor, aged maybe 55, who pretty much kept himself to himself. He was always, civil, polite, when they passed on the landing, but being 25 years his junior, Mike didn't have too much else in common, other than geography.

The apartment was fairly minimalist in design and furnishings, but he had an ample collection of DVDs, most of which Mike had not seen. Mike grabbed as many as he could carry and took them back to his own apartment. Three more journeys of the same nature and he had amassed quite a few days' worth of viewing. Back at Geoff's apartment, he checked out the bathroom. Not much there really; toothbrush and paste, face wash, shower gel – white linen – razors, several of them, tweezers, nail file, after shave and... a bottle of perfume. 'Funny,' Mike thought to himself. 'The dark horse.'

Into the bedroom and Mike stopped in his tracks. He was sure Geoff lived on his own, yet this room was pink. And not just pink, but totally feminine in every way. It was over the top even for a woman's bedroom, with its pink bedspread and divan, pink curtains, cushions, carpet, walls. About the only thing that wasn't pink were the cream wardrobes, chest of drawers and dressing table, but even these seemed to have pink stuff draped all over them. And on the dressing table was a wig on a stand; a dark brunette bobbed wig with soft fringe. Feeling a little strange, Mike continued into this feminine world and pulled open the top drawer. Perfectly neatly laid out were pink bras – loads of them. Silk ones, lacy ones, satin, cotton, halter necks, front fastening, rear fastening, clear straps, push-ups, padded. Mike found himself touching them, feeling them between his forefinger and thumb before coming back to reality and closing the drawer shut. But then he opened the next drawer. Panties; again, loads of them of all different types. The next drawer was full of suspenders, basques, slips, every one of them pink. The bottom drawer was the hosiery drawer; tights, stockings, hold-ups, of all different types and styles, some with the most prettiest lace tops.

Mike pushed the drawer closed again, when he noticed that he was perspiring slightly and his heart rate was up. He walked across to the wardrobes, took hold of both door handles and pulled them wide open. There staring back at him was a wardrobe full of pink clothing, unsurprisingly, women's clothing. Filing through them, he found everything from silk ball gowns to little girls dresses, from pink dungarees to the shortest of hot pants, pink jeans to little pleated mini kilts, gym skirts to pencil skirts, pink summer dresses to to laciest of blouses. Mike's heart was pounding now, but he was not 100 % sure quite why. He suddenly shut the wardrobe doors and rushed back to his own apartment, closing his front door behind him. He sat down on his bed. 'What is up with me?' he thought. 'Why am I excited by the sight of all that pink? Am I gay? I don't think I am – boys have never attracted me, so what's with the pink?'

 

Chapter 4 - Youngster

Over the next few days Mike thought a lot. He had plenty of time for that. Several times each day, he had returned to Geoff's apartment, gone to the bedroom, opened the wardrobes and sat on the bed staring at the clothes. He had opened the drawers and just felt the lingerie with his hands, the softness and smoothness of it all. He had sat there and thought back to his childhood when he had sneaked into his big sister's bedroom when she had been out at hockey practice; Mike was only ten years old at the time. Joanne had been twenty and was mostly away at university but at weekends and vacations, she would often return to play for the local team. Having seen them in the laundry room, Mike had noticed that when Joanne had returned home, she had some really sexy lacy, black lingerie, stuff she had never had when she was at school. He had noticed the details, the red tassels, the little red roses, the fine detail of the lace work. And whilst Joanne was out, Mike would go and look at her stuff, holding it between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing back and forwards. This was until that day when Joanne returned home early. Being the fit young thing she was, into all her sport (and boys), she cycled everywhere. So it was that practice finished early and Joanne came home to find her little brother fondling her lingerie, with one of her bras stretched out over his chest, both arms through the straps, but worn over the top of his t-shirt. She stopped in her tracks and just stared. That was the worst thing for Mike, the way she just stared at him. He had jumped up, pulled off the bra and run out, back to his bedroom, not coming out for many hours. Joanne had tried to raise the subject with Mike in the weeks following, but each time, Mike had jumped up and run off in embarrassment. One day, he had even found a black lacy bra in amongst his freshly laundered school clothes, and he had thrown it into his big sister's room as if it were on fire. Later that day, Joanne had asked Mike if he had found her present to him, but with wide, scared eyes, he had run to his bedroom.

He hadn't thought about those things for many years, but now, it was right back there in the forefront of his mind. Looking back, he began to realise he had had a fascination with lingerie and female clothes from a very young age. Joanne had been kind to him, but naturally for a boy of ten, he had been terrified to explore these new emotions and feelings. When Mike had reached the age for girlfriends, he had had more than his fair share. As with most guys, he had experienced some one night stands, some short-lived romances and some girls that he had gone steady with, but it had been over six months since he'd had a girlfriend to speak of. He had always enjoyed their company and really enjoyed their company in the bedroom. Everything about them, each in their own unique way, aroused him, their look, their smell, their softness, their clothes, their lingerie......

'I need to dress up. I need to be a girl, just for a few hours.' Mike had no idea what he was doing, but the need overtook him. He had been on his own for some weeks by that point. Maybe it was the lack of human interaction, maybe the lack of girls, he didn't know, only that he needed to try this, even if it was only once. But how? Much as it raised his pulse, the thought of wearing another man's lingerie didn't do it for Mike. He had to go find his own.

 

Chapter 5 – The Store

The streets were much quieter now. People were becoming weak, dying. Mike pushed onwards, trying to keep this out of his mind. He arrived in front of the department store. A window had previously been conveniently smashed and the tailor's dummy in the display was lying on its back. Mike eased himself through the broken window, past the display and on into the shop. The silence was deafening. He looked around and saw hundreds of electrical goods. Not much to use to anyone by then, Mike pushed on until he arrived in the make-up and perfume area. Of course he had seen thousands of beautifully made-up women over the years, but had never paid an awful lot of attention when it came to applying said make-up. So it was, that mike climbed up onto the seat in front of one of the counters, arranged to collected items around him and began to play. 'Less is more,' he thought to himself. Twenty minutes later and he was staring back at a clown in the mirror.

"Not good," he whispered aloud, and quickly wondering why he was whispering, repeated himself in full voice. It was a nice feeling pampering yourself like this, so Mike spent another hour sitting there practising. He cleansed his face one last time and started again. He applied a light bronze foundation; his skin was good anyway, but it felt good. He chose a lilac eye shadow and gently teased it over each of his lids in turn. Adding the mascara to his already long lashes just accentuated his own natural features, but staring into the mirror, he could just sense that this may not be the last time he'd go through this transformation. After applying a hint of blush, Mike picked out a deep red lipstick. Even the smell of the lipstick made him feel something butterfly-like in the pit of his stomach. Once he was stroking it across his lips, this feeling made his whole body shiver in excitement. Once done, Mike could see it was still him looking back at himself from the mirror, but perhaps not 100% him. As he looked around, Mike noticed another device on a nearby counter. Another ten minutes and a few yelps and Mike had pierced his own ears. And after another twenty five minutes, Mike had painted his finger nails and toe nails in a matching polish to go with his lipstick.

As he was still wearing his own clothes, Mike decided against spraying himself with perfume just yet. But that didn't stop him testing them out. Such arousing smells, all of them, but it was Tommy Girl he had selected. Some years back, he had the most gorgeous girlfriend, blonde haired, blue eyed, size 10, Olivia, who had worn nothing else (literally in many cases) and ever since, the merest whiff of it in the street, would send his stomach into somersaults. He put the tester into his pocket and continued through the store.

Just nearby, he came across an area that seemed to sell nothing but hair. All different types of wigs, hair extensions, and even toupees for men. At thirty years old, he didn't think he quite needed on of those, but a lovely long blonde wig might 'hit the spot'. Mike first reached for a brown 'bobbed' wig like he'd seen at Geoff's place. With shaved hair himself, he found he could put it straight on and with a little bit of adjustment, it was sitting comfortably on his head. He found himself a mirror and took his first look. Mike gasped when he saw what was staring back at him. The make up had just been his face with a bit of colour, but with this wig on too, he barely recognised himself. It was, for all intents and purposes, a girl staring back at him and Mike could barely believe it. He always knew he didn't have the most masculine of faces, or indeed figure either, but this simply caught him off guard and he found himself not being able to tear himself away from the mirror, turning one way and then the other. Eventually, though, he did tear himself away, only to find several more wigs to try on; blondes, redheads, mousy, he tried them all, each time carefully replacing them on their respective stands. Then he saw it – a long blonde wig that someone had already carefully made into a French braid. Mike didn't know why, but that not-so-simple act of plaiting long hair into that style seemed to create a style that he adored. Perhaps it was its neatness, it apparent simplicity, or else that it just looked so adorably feminine and cute. Whatever it was, that was the one and in a matter of moments, it was being carefully positioned onto his head. When he came to look into the mirror again, Mike first closed his eyes in anticipation. He took a step left and opened them again, before exhaling deeply in joy. Beautiful. With a soft fringe reaching down to his eyebrows, it was truly a vision of all that was feminine and gorgeous and he had to keep it on.

Towards the back of the same floor in the store, Mike came across the area that made him stop in his tracks – lingerie. He inhaled. Even the smell was distinctive and he breathed it all in. Mike felt like the proverbial kid in a candy store. He didn't know where to start, but the more he looked around, the more he realised that this was unlikely to be his one and only visit here. As he approached the nearest display and saw all the single dummy's legs standing proud on top of their display with the sheerest of stockings over them, he realised he wouldn't know which ones to get until he knew what he was going to wear. As the clothes were on the next floor up, he thought he'd best get a bag to carry a few selections. From the hold-ups, Mike picked out a pair of sheer black 7 denier stockings, quickly followed by the same in ivory and also in dark navy. For now, he left each in their packets and simply placed them into the carrier bag. From the normal stockings, he chose the same colours, but this time with the prettiest lace tops to them. Once into the tights area, he chose black, nearly black, tan, green, navy, white, ivory, pink, purple, lemon, and lilac colours. Looking into his carrier bag, he realised he may have gone a bit OTT on the tights, but he didn't know why. He'd always adored looking at girls in pretty stockings, and much as he wanted to wear those, a sudden fascination with tights had grabbed him too. Without unwrapping any of them, for the time being, he moved on to the other areas. Despite his knowledge of women, even some of the items in this department had Mike scratching his head with wonder. As it was, he plumped for a selection of different panties, all of them the smoothest of silk, a tight basque in black, a host of different bras, and some other stuff he didn't even know the name of, only that they looked fabulous and he would try them later. He made his way to the changing room and sat down. Mike wasn't too sure exactly why he had gone to the changing room, but it felt right to him and he began to strip. He took of his shoes, socks, then jeans, before undoing his shirt. His boxer shorts were last but his delicates were soon covered again, this time with silk as he gently pulled the panties up his legs. The sensation was electric and he closed his eyes as they slid further up his thighs, before they came to rest over his bottom. Almost involuntary was his reaction to reach around and smooth his hands over his cheeks, still his eyes tightly shut, savouring this moment. "Oh my god," Mike exclaimed out loud.

He had to wear a pair of the tights; he could always change again upstairs, but right now, he had to wear them. And how glad was he that he had barely any hair on his legs. He had been a competitive swimmer in school, university and beyond, and despite no longer competing, up until the day a few weeks ago, he had still been a regular at the local pool and as such had continued to keep his legs shaved, for speed through the water, or at least that's what he had told himself. As he undid the packet of barely black, 7 denier tights with added Lycra, the word, 'fate' went through his mind. Having watched many different girlfriends before, he knew to carefully roll each leg up in turn, before placing his toes into the pocket. As he drew the first leg up above his knee, Mike again had to shut his eyes as he shivered. It was a feeling like he had never experienced before and one he knew he would now have to repeat often. The second leg was drawn up, but this time he continued up his smooth thigh, the feelings getting better with every inch it rose. Once both legs were in, he stood and slowly eased the smooth material over his bottom, gently rubbing against his silk panty-covered bottom. "Wow," Mike exclaimed again.

Of the various bras Mike had chosen, it was a silky black push-up bra he chose to put on. 'Perhaps it will give me cleavage,' he thought to himself with a smile. Mike put both arms in through the straps and for a few seconds, struggled with trying to reach the straps, before again remembering former girlfriends' techniques. Off came the bra straps from his shoulders, on went the clips at the front, turn it around and arms through the straps again.

"Easy when you know how," he said to himself. Despite being of the push-up variety, the bra had clearly not given Mike a cleavage to speak of, so he slipped on his jeans over his tights, put his shoes on, gathered up the rest of the things and headed out back onto the shop floor. After a few minutes of hunting, Mike found what he had been looking for.

"C cup. That'll do. Same as the bra." He eased the silicon mounds into his bra and looked down to admire his handiwork. "Lovely." With his other goods in the bag, Mike set off for the now-stopped escalators up to the next floor. He hadn't bothered to replace his shirt now, and walked up in his bra, panties and tights, his new hair and make-up, together with his jeans and shoes, the only remaining vestiges of his male self.

 

Chapter 6 – The Second Floor

The second floor was huge. He knew of old that the male clothing was on the floor above, but that it shared half the floor with sports equipment. But this was an entire floor of women's clothing. Where to begin?

Mike had been wandering around the floor for about twenty minutes when he heard something. He froze and listened. For over a minute he stood, motionless, and listened intently. Nothing. 'It could have been anything,' Mike thought to himself, 'wind, air conditioning settling, even an animal.' Nevertheless, he decided to put his shirt back on over his bra and breasts as if somehow that would hide it.

After a few more moments listening, Mike continued browsing. He slipped of his shirt again and this time also removed his shoes and jeans. He was now standing in the middle of the women's section of a large department store in the middle of the city dressed head-to-toes in lingerie, wig and make-up.

"If Joanne could see me now," Mike muttered to himself as he reached for a silky black blouse from the nearest display. The feel of it against his skin was just wonderful, and he took his time doing up each of the button on the front. The impression his bra and breasts made against the outline of the blouse just lovely, and Mike couldn't help but reach up and rub his hands over his blouse and breasts. Eventually, he found what he was looking for to go with the blouse; a long pencil thin black skirt. Although a little tight, Mike eased it up his nylon-encased legs, savouring every inch of its rise, until it came to rest at his waist. 'Need to trim this down,' he thought, rubbing his waist with his hands. Nevertheless, he was able to tuck in the blouse and do up the rear zipper. Until the skirt was firmly in place. The outfit cried out from some really high heels and perhaps a pair of black-rimmed secretary spectacles, but that could wait for later.

As Mike moved along to the next rack of skirts, he found he could only take small steps in the tight skirt and he felt all the more feminine and girly for doing so. It dawned on him at this point that he wanted to be acting like a girl too, even if it was only going to be while he was in the store. Mike began to try and wiggle his hips while he walked, not to well at first, but with his skirt forcing him into walking like a girl, the wiggle soon began to improve. Mike laughed out loud and hearing the sound of his own voice again, stopped and laughed again, this time quieter and in a higher pitch – more of a giggle than a laugh, a cute girly giggle.

"Hi, my name is Mike," he said in a high pitched voice. "Hi, my name is Mike," he repeated in a slightly lower voice, so as not to sound like a five year old. He repeated himself over and over again, until he thought to himself that 'Mike' didn't really suit his current situation. 'I need to choose a name,' he thought. Mike began running through girls' names in his head until it came down to two, both of which had been girlfriends of his in the past; Olivia and Anna. Mike loved both names and had once loved both girls, but now it simply came down to 'Anna' being the easier for him to say in a girly voice, so Anna it was.

"Hi, my name is Anna. Hi, my name is Anna. Hi, I'm Anna, what's your name?"

"Hello Anna. Lovely to meet you at last."

 

Chapter 7 – Another Girl

Mike spun around. "Www...what, who, eh," stammered Mike. He dived behind the nearest rack of skirts, suddenly aware of his situation, blushing profusely. Peeking out, he could see an attractive woman standing no further than twenty feet from where he had been standing, dressed in his silky blouse, tight pencil skirt, tights, wig and make-up. The woman was a similar age to himself, maybe thirty, slim, about the same height, although she appeared to be wearing heels that accentuated her height. She had very dark brown hair that was pulled back behind her head and for a moment when she turned her head, Mike could see the hair was held back with a navy-coloured scrunchy. She wore make-up that was beautifully applied and as they stood staring at each other, Mike detected the smell of perfume. He thought for a moment, before murmuring, "Chanel Allure."

"Correct," the woman said back to him. "You have a good sense of smell."

"An ex-girlfriend of mine wore the same one." Bizarrely it had been Anna who had worn that one, but Mike thought maybe that was a little too much information to impart right at that moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman said as she began to slowly walk forward towards where Mike was standing, her hand now reaching forward as if to greet. "I'm Julia."

From behind the clothing display, Mike reached over the top with his right hand. "Mike."

"Lovely nail varnish. What a beautiful colour," Julia exclaimed as she shook his hand. As soon as he could, Mike withdrew his hand back behind the clothes.

"'Mike,' did you say? I'm sure I'd heard 'Anna' moments ago," she teased, smiling with such a warm, genuine smile, that even in his 'rabbit-in-the-headlights' position, Mike couldn't help but smile back.

"Look... Julia, this isn't what it looks like," Mike blurted out.

"Which is what exactly?" Julia retorted.

"I'm normal. I'm a normal bloke. It's just... it's just with everything that's happened. Things have changed. Until you scared the pants off me a few moments ago, I honestly thought I was the last person alive."

"Panties. I would guess."

"Sorry, what?"

"Panties. Scared the panties off you, I would hazard a guess by looking at you," Julia smiled her disarming smile again.

Mike looked at Julia for a moment. "Yes, you're right." More silence between them. "Can we talk?" Mike asked, still from behind the clothes display.

"I think we should," Julia replied.

"I'll go and change first."

"Nonsense," Julia responded quickly. "You look lovely, and to be honest, in a way, I'd actually feel more comfortable with you staying as you are for now. Is that okay?"

A few more moments of quiet. "Look Julia, this isn't me. I promise you, but if you swear not to laugh or make fun, then..... okay."

"Come on then. Come out so I can see you properly."

Mike slowly raised himself up to standing, and took two steps to his right, revealing himself to Julia, dressed from head to toe as a woman, minus the heels of course.

Julia slowly smiled her smile at him, instantly putting Mike at his ease. "You look lovely Anna. Now come over here you gorgeous, beautiful girl and sit down next to me on this sofa. And don't forget that sexy wiggle," she added, with a wink.

Thankfully it was a short walk to the sofa, and Mike carefully eased himself down next to Julia.

"Nicely done girlfriend," she gently teased. "Now tell me what you've been doing since that night in June."

Slowly and methodically, Mike explained about the night out, his late rising the following afternoon, and the tale of how he had survived the last few weeks. He told of the hunt for food, and finally his exploration into Geoff's apartment. Mike didn't go into great detail about Joanne and her bra, only that since he was a young boy he had had a fascination with women's clothes, although it had been no more than a fascination from afar until today.

Julia too had been fast asleep in the early hours of that fateful night, but in a feverish state so bad, she could not even get out of bed and had not even had the motivation to go to the window and watch the strange orange-coloured comets in the sky. Her friend, Emily, with whom she had flat-shared with, had explained the spectacle in great detail to her, and so it was that Julia had been suddenly awoken the next morning by the screams from her flat-mate, when she had woken up blind. For three days, Julia had cared for Emily, until she had to leave to go looking for food for them. When she returned, Emily had gone. Julia had walked the streets for days looking for her friend, all to no avail. She had spent days at a time in the flat just crying to herself. Other days, she had walked around the streets, aimlessly wandering. And in between these days, she had foraged the shops looking for food, carefully avoiding other people, as Mike had done. As the weeks had worn on, she had decided to treat herself and had made the half hour walk to the city centre. Seeing the broken window of the department store, she had climbed in, and in doing so, had knocked over the tailor's dummy on the display. Julia had gone to the Chanel counter and spent two hours pampering herself, putting on a face pack, cleansing, and making herself up. She had just finished with the eyebrow curlers, when she had heard a noise from the window where she herself had entered. Julia had quickly hidden and watched to see who it was that was also coming into the store.

So it was that Julia had witnessed all of Mike's transformation from pretty dull guy into the feminine vision sitting next to her on the sofa. She explained how she had watched him try on all the make-up, the wigs before taking all the tights and stockings into the changing room area. She had quietly followed Mike up to the next floor and stole discreet glances while he luxuriated amongst all the pretty skirts and dresses.

"And you're honestly telling me that this is the first time you've tried this?" Julia said, with a slightly amused, incredulous look on her face. Mike nodded, smiling back.

"Yes. And definitely the last," he sighed. "What am I doing here today?"

"You madam, are doing what girls through the ages have done. You are relishing your femininity. You are enjoying yourself. You are experiencing what men are banished from doing by the society we live in – lived in. Tell me... why is it that men cannot wear soft, silky underwear? What is so bad about tights and stockings that a man would be ridiculed for even looking at them if they were not already encasing a woman's legs? How come it is acceptable for a man to wear a Scottish kilt, but not a pleated skirt? After shave, but not perfume? How is it that a man can get away with wearing long hair in a pony tail, but only so long as it's held back with a plain elastic band? Why not plaited like yours is now? Fabulous, by the way," Julia smiled again. "But on the other hand, tell me what a woman would not be allowed to wear in our society?

Mike thought for a moment. "A tie? No, forget that," he answered himself. "Ah hah; what about a bow tie?"

"Ever heard of 'bunny girls' Anna? Satin costume, shirt cuffs, little fluffy tail, big fluffy rabbit ears, fishnet tights, oh yes, and a bow tie around a collar."

"Oh yes, how stupid of me," Mike replied. He suddenly realised that that was the third time Julia had called him Anna. "You just called me Anna again."

Julia looked him up and down and smiled, showing off her great smile and white teeth, with her eyebrows raised in response. And after a few moments, "Would you rather it be Mike?"

Mike looked to the floor, blushing again. "No," he said in a low voice, "Not for today."

Mike tried for a bit longer to think up some item of clothing that a woman wouldn't be allowed to wear, without success.

"Listen. I'm starting to get hungry. But...." she lingered, "before we go, can we do one thing? Or perhaps two?"

With a small amount of trepidation, Mike replied, "Go on."

"There is a department over at the far side that I've always wanted to go to, but never been able to afford."

"Go on. You've got me intrigued."

"Ball gowns," Julia blurted out. "But you HAVE to join me. I would so love to see you in one too."

Mike shrugged his shoulders. What did he have to lose? "Okay."

 

Chapter 8 – A Little Further

"Right, here's what I think we should do," Julia with a grin. "Each of us should look around; pick out our favourite dress, but don't tell the other which it is. There are two different changing rooms, one on each side of the department, so while one closes their eyes, the other can take their gown away to try on. Then the second person can choose their gown and take it to the other room. We can both get dressed, making sure we have the correct lingerie on madam," Julia emphasised. "I think you may already have an ample selection to choose from, whilst a I may need to take a brief trip back downstairs. Anyway, when we're both ready, and on the count of three, we should both come out together – perhaps you in more ways than one," she said with yet another cute, butterflies-in-the-stomach, wink and smile. And with a nod and a shake of the head, they were both off.

Mike set off, not know what he's choose, but only that it had to be black. First things first was a pair of shoes. If this was going to be done properly, he even wanted to conduct the search for the gown whilst properly dressed, and that meant some heels to go with his skirt, tights and blouse. They weren't so easy to find, as even once Mike had found just the right pair, he then had to find the right size and that meant finding his way around the stockroom. Eventually though, he emerged back onto the shop floor, some 3" taller than he had left it, and a little wobblier.

Once back in the part of the store where the gowns were displayed, Mike immediately saw the most gorgeous ankle length, matt black dress. He took it off its hanger and held it up to himself. It was a sleeveless number, a little low-cut at the front, tight into the waist, and then flowing out, all the way down to the floor. Mike pressed it close to himself and did an almost-involuntary sway from side to side, to see how it would move against him. It was beautiful. "Like a princess," he said aloud. Had he really said that out loud? He had been in the store for no more than a few hours and yet he felt like a different person than had entered. When he had arrived, this was going to be a one-time thing, but now......... Mike thought again about what Julia had said about clothes and gender. Why was it that dressing like this was quite so frowned upon in most of society? Perhaps it had developed over hundreds, if not thousands of years, society forming and reforming with certain things acceptable and others not so? Now he thought about it, Mike could not come up with any concrete reason why it should be considered bad to do this. Who was it harming? 'Whoahh, this is deep,' he thought to himself, smiling. "Come on Princess Anna, move on. Plenty more dresses in the sea."

Next was a shiny strapless dress that caught Mike's attention. This one was shorter and when he held it up to himself, Mike could see that this came down to just below his knees. Looking down, he could see his nylon-encase legs emerging from where the dress ended, see his calf muscles glistening in the smooth lycra-enhanced material, leading down to his new shoes, which in turn accentuated his posture, making it so much more ladylike. Mike giggled to himself.

Looking at his own legs, and finding them so lovely to look at, Mike decided he wanted to show more of them off for Julia. "Make the most of your assets girl," he said to himself.

Moving through the racks of beautiful gowns, Mike saw the dress he had to have. Black, of course, but with a fitted body made with the finest satin material, long sleeves, and then then flared netting down to above the knee. It was very showy, but was just the most feminine creation he had ever seen. Scooping up two of the beautiful dresses that he thought would be the right size, Mike set off for the changing room, with bags of the lingerie he had selected earlier. "Perfume," he exclaimed. A short detour and the bottle of 'Tommy Girl' was also in with the bag of lingerie

Hanging up the dresses, Mike began to carefully undress, savouring this too, the sensations of the soft fabric moving against his skin, until he was standing there in his bra, panties and tights. The bra and panties were just right for the new outfit, but much as the feeling of the tights against his legs and bottom was delectable, he knew this was a dress made to be worn with stockings. Mike eased the black tights down from his bottom and sat on the chair. Gently rolling the material down his legs just felt so wonderful and gave him goosebumps all over. Sad as Mike was to take them off, he was already looking forward to choosing his stockings, together with suspenders. He reached into the bag and began to look again at the items he had selected from the lingerie department earlier, until he soon found what he was looking for; a pair of sheer black, 7 denier stockings, with a four inch lace top. Carefully opening the packet, he removed the delicate creations and laid them down beside him. Also in the bag was a black lacy suspender belt. Once of of its packaging, he held it up in front of him, admiring the four straps dangling down, each with small tabs of silk at the ends, gently lying over the clip. Mike stood, reach around and clipped the belt together, it coming to rest on his hips, just above the line of his panties. As he had seen girlfriends do in the past, he threaded each of the straps so they went underneath his panties before lying on his thigh.

Mike closed his eyes in wonder as he drew up the first stocking. The sensation was heightened further as he rounded his knee and continued up his smooth thigh. As he clipped the first stocking into place, he marvelled at the view, recalling many a fabulous night with former girlfriends. "If they could see me now," he said out loud.

Once the second stocking was in place, Mike stood up and attached them at the rear, before looking over at the full-length mirror. There was no doubt it was a girl looking back at him, and a beautiful one at that. Turning, Mike reached for the nearest dress he had hung up. Once unzipped, he carefully lowered it and stepped into the mass of satin and lace netting. Drawing it up, Mike was careful not to look into the mirror, not until it was fully on and arms were in position. Smoothing down the body, Mike luxuriated in the feel of the different fabrics. Although a struggle, he eventually managed to get the zip up and fastened into place. Mike reached down and eased each of his heels onto his feet, before standing upright again.

Turning, Mike caught the first glimpse of himself, fully dressed in his first ball gown. The sight took him aback and despite himself, he started to well up. "Stop that. Stop that right now. You will ruin your make-up," Mike said to himself.

A sudden call from across the store brought him back to reality. "Anna. Are you ready yet? I've been patient and have waited for twenty minutes."

Taking a deep breath, Mike called back, "Almost." He reached down and picked up the perfume, giving it a short spray on his chest and behind his ears. "Yes, I'm ready now."

"Typical woman, spending hours to get ready," Julia quipped. "I hope you have chosen well, young lady. Something to show off your natural assets? Come on then."

Julia was already standing in the middle of a cleared area of the shop floor. "Wow," Julia exclaimed. "Beautiful. Anna, you really are beautiful. Stunning. Come here and let me take a look at you."

Anna walked slowly towards Julia, and met her outstretched hands beckoning her. "Stunning, really stunning." Julia's eyes were moving across Anna's face, down across the satin body, continuing down to her legs and shoes. "Great legs girl," she said, winking seductively. "And you smell so good I could eat you right up now."

"You don't look so bad yourself Julia," Anna said, admiring the vision before her.

Julia was standing a similar height, with heels – this time patent red shoes to match her dress. Black stockings , which Julia revealed were also lace-topped, albeit a more expensive Wolford brand, held up with silky red suspenders. She wore the most exquisite halter-neck scarlet dress with a tasteful split at the side. Julia gave Anna a peek at her lovely strapless red bra, to set off the ensemble. She looked devine.

"I'd love to dance with you Julia."

"Hold that thought." Julia stepped behind the nearest rack of clothing and emerged with an MP3 player and attached speakers. "I found this on the next floor up on display. It's already got some music on it. I had to do something to wile away the time waiting for you to get ready!"

The music wafted over them as they held each other, slowly moving around in small circles.

"Why do I feel so close to you? We've only just met, but it feels like I've known you forever."

"Shush," Julia held a finger to the lipstick-covered lips in front of her. "Does it matter? Just enjoy it. I know I am."

They danced for some time, each with their head resting on the other's shoulder, until it was Anna that lifted off and began to say something. Before she could, Julia again raised her finger and this time pressed it against Anna's lips. "No. No words. Not yet."

As she slowly removed her forefinger, Julia leaned forwards and gently kissed Anna full on the lips. Anna closed her eyes and melted into Julia. The kissing was slow and soft, each tasting the lipstick of the other, savouring every second of the experience. Anna felt Julia's tongue gently probing against her lips, before Anna opened her mouth slightly and met it with her own tongue, the tip of each dancing against the other. Julia drew her tongue around the edge of he lover's mouth, caressing her shiny lips. As Mike, she had had some great love-making sessions with girlfriends, but now, as Anna, she was reaching another level. Shivers ran up and down her spine; she just felt so safe in the arms of Julia.

 

Chapter 9 - Girls

The light was starting to go outside. "Anna, where do you live?" Anna told her. "I think I'm a tad closer, so why don't we go back to mine for tonight? I think we should probably change out of the gowns for the walk home, but I'm sure we are strong enough to carry them back."

As both had left their clothes in the different changing rooms, so it was they separated and went to change. Anna found herself with the pencil skirt, and without even giving it a second thought, changed back into it, with the matching blouse. When the girls met up again, Julia frowned slightly.

"Much as you look gorgeous, I'm not so sure that's quite appropriate attire for walking home, do you?"

Anna's head dropped and she looked at the floor, blushing. How stupid could she have been. What was she thinking?

Shaking her head, she said, "Yes of course, I don't know what I was thinking. I'll just be a few minutes." Anna began to walk back to where she had first changed, pulling her blouse out from being tucked into her skirt.

"Eh, where do you think you're going?" Julia challenged her.

"To change," Anna replied slowly.

"Yes, but into what?"

"Boys' clothes."

"Why?" Julia asked. "I just meant that a pencil skirt was hardly appropriate. There aren't many people left, but if we have to run, we won't be running too quickly with you in that skirt and shoes, will we?" Julia was smiling sympathetically. "Come on. I think we can find you something a bit more practical for the walk back."

Anna was smiling a broad smile again, as she turned and followed Julia across the store.

"How d'you like this?" Julia was holding up a short, black pleated skirt. "You'd look great in this. A little denim jacket to go over your blouse and a pair of ballet shoes. Fabulous, girl. Are those still stockings you're wearing?"

"How did you know that?"

Julia raised her eyebrows. "Whose hand did you think they were tracing the edges of your stocking tops before?"

Anna blushed. "Oh yes," she replied quietly. "That was nice, by the way. I liked it."

"Well, I'll let you keep them on for now, but maybe some nice 50 denier thick tights would be a little more appropriate for day-to-day wear; a bit less dressy. We'll fetch some on the way out – for next time. Come on then, try it on."

Julia admired her new friend. "Suits you. You look great. Keep it on and we'll go and find you the other stuff to go with it."

Julia was right of course. Anna did look great with the denim jacket and shoes. "What can I say? I just have the knack," she grinned.

"Actually," Julia added with a twinkle in her eyes, "that makes you look a little like a schoolgirl. The black pleated skirt; definitely schoolgirl-like. Perhaps we can find you a nice crisp white blouse on the way out? Match that with a tie, white hold-ups, a pairs of black patent 'Mary Janes', and finish it off with some pink ribbons on pigtails in your hair. What d'you reckon?"

Anna was blushing again and stayed quiet. Julia looked at her and reached out to stroke the side of her cheek. "I haven't upset you have I?"

"No, not at all. It's just...."

"Just what?" Julia asked kindly.

"It's just... that look. What you've just described; I find that so unbelievably sexy myself, that the thought of me actually wearing it... well, me wearing it rather than me looking at a girl wearing it – maybe it's all a bit much for me. A lot's happened to me today, in more ways than I think you realise and perhaps it's going to take some time for it all to sink in."

Julia stepped forward and embraced Anna in a warm hug, holding the back of her head in her hand, their chins on each other's shoulders. "Anna, my love. We have all the time in the world now. You're a really special girl in so many ways. Take your time and what will be will be eh. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good. Thanks."

"Oh, and by the way," Julia continued, "that outfit I just described... I suspect it would look even better on you, whilst standing next to me wearing my own schoolgirl uniform, complete with St. Trinian's style pinafore and stockings! How d'you like the sound of that?"

Anna just smiled back.

"Come on then," Julia said. "I think we'd best get going. But before we leave, I need to pick up one or two extra things for you. What size shoes are you again?"

Anna waited, and in less than five minutes, Julia had returned with a single bag, refusing to reveal the contents. Anna suspected she might just know what was inside. The girls picked up their other bags and headed downstairs, grabbing the extra tights on the way out. Reaching the hole in the window, they stopped and peered out. The street was empty. They climbed out and set off on the walk to Julia's.

For a few minutes, they walked in silence, nervously looking around, and taking a wide berth at each street corner. "Can I ask you a question Julia?"

"This sounds ominous. Go on then."

"Why do you like me like this?"

"Like what?"

"All dressed up."

"Good question, and the short answer is that I don't know. I've had boyfriends before. Not loads, but enough. A few idiots, but most have been pretty good guys." Julia paused. "I've had some girlfriends too. A lot fewer, but again, enough. Something attracted me to them too, much as my parents would have disowned me if they'd known. If I had to choose, then it would be boys I'd have to go for. Not just for the sex, more that it feels more like a proper relationship, rather than just two mates who fancy the panties off each other. Some guys can be real prats though. It's the macho bull' that winds me up sometimes. My favourite boyfriend I would say was Andrew. He had a real soft side, no pretensions; what you saw was what you got. Well pretty much," Julia said, smiling. "I don't know why I did it, but I did manage to persuade him to wear a some of my panties on a few occasions – just for fun. He seemed to rather enjoy it too. It didn't half turn me on too though."

"I'd never have guessed, after today's performance on the dance floor," quipped Anna, smiling back at her companion.

"Maybe that's it. Maybe I need the best of both worlds."

"Meaning?"

"I adore guys, but maybe with a nice sprinkling of femininity. Is that what I've got with you Anna?" Julia was serious again.

Taking a deep breath, Anna started to answer, "Serious question. I'm not sure I know the answer to that right now."

Julia looked Anna up and down, walking along the street in her French plaited wig, fully made-up; her rather short ('more like "mini",' Anna had thought when she first pulled it on in the store) pleated skirt, stockings and suspenders, panties, bra and blouse. Anna started to giggle quietly. "Yeh, okay. I take the point. But seriously, I really don't know." Anna thought that maybe now was the right moment to share some of her childhood with Julia. She explained about Joanne and her bra, and also of the confusion of it all. "There was clearly something there and maybe I've been subconsciously suppressing that all these years. How else do you explain all this? Why this just feels so right? Something got me to the store today, and it didn't just start when I went into my neighbour's apartment the other day."

"I don't know the answer to that. All I know is that it's great fun getting all dressed up, and don't the clothes and lingerie just feel amazing?"

"Don't they ever!" Anna answered.

"I honestly think that if men were all made to wear this stuff early on, maybe in their teens, or before, that there wouldn't be a single one that wouldn't continue wearing it into adulthood. How could you not, once you've experienced those sensations? It would be like denying yourself, chocolate, ice cream and pancakes for the rest of your life – impossible!"

"Or like experiencing the most earth-shattering orgasm and then giving up sex right afterwards," Anna added, laughing

Julia joined in the laughing, as the girls walked on together.

 

Chapter 10 – Future

They arrived outside Julia's flat and once unlocked, they went inside.

"What now?" asked Anna.

"Sex, of course! I want you!" Julia's eyes were wide and staring, but her mouth smiling.

"Gosh, yes, wow, that would be great," answered a startled Anna. "I actually meant more of a long term view."

"Lots of sex," Julia retorted, laughing. "I mean it!" she said a little more seriously. "Sorry, my love. I do know what you mean and I have been thinking the same myself for some days. Do you know what I really think?" she asked, as she threw herself down onto the sofa. Anna shook her head.

"The countryside. Food is going to run out sooner or later, particularly anything fresh, so we are going to have no choice but to head out of the city."

"You're right," said Anna. "The city would be a good place to stock up though. Tinned food, tools, implements, books, clothes..."

"I think we're going to need a big car just for your clothes if today is anything to go by," Julia was laughing. Anna joined in.

"Anyway, I meant what I said." Julia let the sentence linger.

Anna looked at her quizzically. "Mmm?"

"I want you!"

"Ah. I see. Shall I get undressed here?"

Julia smiled. "Hold your horses young lady. This is going to be so very special. Go into the spare room there. Check out the top two drawers – help yourself, and I make no apology for having lots of choice! And enjoy yourself."

Anna walked into the room and pushed the door closed. Taking off her jacket, she laid it carefully on the bed before she sat down next to it and removed her shoes, leaving her in her stocking-clad feet. Stepping forward, Anna pulled open the top drawer. "Wow!" she exclaimed.

"I can hear you," Julia called out from her own bedroom next door.

Anna stared in wonder at all the lingerie laid out in front of her. Running her outstretched fingers across it all, she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Finally she selected a silky pair of white G-string panties and laid them on the bed. Returning to the drawers, she next picked out a matching soft, full-cup, white bra with rear fastening, together with a lacy white suspender belt.

Almost as if reading her mind through the wall, Julia called out, "Feel free to open a new packet."

"Thanks," Anna replied appreciatively. She carefully opened a new pair of stockings – Wolford 10 denier in white, with delicate lace tops. Almost as if she was handling a piece of fine china, Anna laid them out on the bed next to her other lingerie. She went to push the drawer closed but one more thing caught her eye – a pretty lace and silk garter belt, all white, but for a tiny pink rose on the trim. Anna shivered as she took hold of it and put it down next to her stockings.

She closed the drawer and opened the next one down. Staring back at her were all sorts of shapes, designs and colours of the most prettiest of chemises and camisoles. Again, Anna found herself running her fingers across the luxurious materials – so soft in their femininity. Finally she selected a short ivory silk chemise with the prettiest chiffon detail edging the cups and hem. It was pure gorgeousness and would set her ensemble off beautifully for her formal début as a card-carrying bedroom-girl.

Stripping off her store-wear, Anna found herself naked again. Drawing up the white G-string, it settled nicely between her cheeks, moving against them when she did a little wiggle of her hips. As earlier, Anna pulled on her bra and placed the inserts into the cups, providing her with an ample cleavage. After clipping on her suspender belt, Anna sat and began to roll up the first of the stockings. Pointing her left toes, she carefully placed them into the toe pocket of the soft material. Once past her ankle, she began to experience the wonderful feeling that can only be gained doing this one thing. The stocking caressed her knee and thigh as she continued to pull upwards, causing her to have some lovely shivers, eyes closed to maximise the pleasure. It was no less pleasurable putting the stocking on her right leg. After carefully attaching the two front suspender straps, Anna stood to complete the process. She reached for the garter belt and drew it up her stocking-clad right leg, coming to rest midway up her smooth thigh. Pretty as a picture she took hold of the delicate chemise. Gather up the soft silky material, she raised her arms above her and allowed the chemise to fall. As it fell, it danced across her bra straps on her shoulders before letting gravity take hold and drop further onto her breasts. As it fell, the feeling was electric. The beautiful garment came to rest, lightly touching her stockings, midway down her thighs. The pure softness and luxury of it against her skin and lingerie was almost too much to bear.

Anna turned and looked at herself in the mirror. 'How could Mike have predicted this would how his day would end when he set off this morning,' Anna thought to herself.

"Can I come through?" Anna called out.

"Of course, my darling," Julia said with feeling. "Do you look good?"

Anna pushed open the door to Julia's bedroom.

"I think I have my answer," came a voice from the low-lit room. "You are spectacular, my sweet thing."

Anna took a moment for her eyes to get accustomed to the candlelit room. As they did so, she could make out Julia at the far end of her bed. She was dressed all in red lingerie; stockings and suspenders, just like Anna, but with a long silky-looking red chemise. She too was stunning.

"Why did you choose white?"

Nervously, Anna answered, "Why? Don't you like it on me?"

"Quite the opposite. You are an absolute vision of gorgeous femininity – amazing."

"I thought... well, it's my first time, isn't it. So...."

Julia cut her off, "White - virginal. Beautiful. Come over here so I can hold you, my gorgeous girl."

Anna walked around the bed and sat down next to Julia. Julia reached out and took hold of her hand, fingers interlinking. "You know, babe. You have done more for me today than you realise. You've saved me from being on my own forever. We only have each other now – you do know that don't you?" Without waiting for an answer, Julia continued, "If this is how you want to live, then I hope you know by now I will help you however I can. Tomorrow, I think we should start preparing to move to the country – Dorset perhaps. Maybe Devon? Right now, I want to do something for you."

With her long brown hair cascading over Anna's stockings, Julia positioned herself between her legs, gently raising the ivory chemise up to her waist. Anna was as hard as she had ever been in her life and her cock was straining against the white silky material of the G-string. Julia began to trace the tip of her painted fingernail against the material, causing Anna's cock to start twitching. With her other hand, Julia reached down and began to rub the underside of Anna's balls through the soft material.

By then, Anna's eyes were tightly shut and her breathing was heavy and laboured. As tenderly as she could, Julia gently held Anna's cock and removed it from its silken prison. Still rubbing her balls through the material, she placed Anna's cock into her mouth, first tracing the tip with her tongue, round and round in small circles. Her twitching increasing, Anna knew she would not be able to hold it for long. As Julia pushed her mouth down onto the engorged cock in front of her, Anna erupted into her.

"Oh my god," Anna screamed as her orgasm climaxed. "Oh my god."

Julia sucked for all she was worth, until the pulsing slowed. Lovingly, she cleaned Anna up, with her tongue gently caressing the now softening member, before crawling up and lying next to her. No words needed to be spoken. The girls lay on the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, both dreaming of the future that lay ahead.

  

  

  

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