Deedi Emerges

by Rob Henson

Chapter 2: The Beginning

 

"Ashes to Ashes, dust to Dust," the words just kept going round and round his head. Not as often the last couple of weeks he had noticed but still there. It just seemed impossible to believe that he was never going to see her again. Most of those early weeks just after the accident were still a blur to him but those words said by the priest on that grey-rainy day in June stood out in his memory as the coffin fell slowly into the grave now to be occupied by both his Father and his Mother.

It was a chilly day in late September and Autumn had not quite made up its mind whether to get down to some serious business right now or leave it for another couple weeks. It was late afternoon and the sky was overcast, one of those days that never really seems to take hold as it sinks gently towards evening. Liz, Rosy and Daniel were walking back to the house after a pleasant lunch at a fairly new pub-restaurant by the river.

They had had a nice time and Liz was pleased that at last Daniel was beginning to take an interest in other things after the devastation that had befallen them all in June, although he seemed subdued beside her now as they walked slowly home in the late afternoon. She never spoke but left him to his solitude for she knew what he would be thinking about. Indeed she had been there herself over the last few months. She was so grateful to Rosy for taking control of their lives during this difficult period. She had been wonderful, always knowing when to take charge, when to step back and when to just leave them both in peace. They were very close, much the same as Kate and Daniel had been and since arriving Daniel had also slotted into their lives seamlessly even though it wasn't the best of circumstances.

They had to walk about two miles along the river back to their house on the outskirts of Cambridge. It had rained heavily over the last week although today had been dry which was why Liz had suggested they all go out together after being stuck in the house for so long. It had been good for all of them and they had even laughed as the wise-cracking waiter had made jokes while he was serving their drinks. The route back along the river bank was silent compared to the noisy bar and the ground was still wet and slippery from the recent rain with an early evening mist just beginning to waft in from over the river Cam.

"Daniel, I have been thinking," Rosy said thoughtfully.

"It's DD," said Daniel pronouncing the two letters quite distinctly.

"Pardon," Rosy queried caught by surprise. Liz too was puzzled.

"All my friends call me DD. Only Mum used to call me Daniel. I think I prefer DD now," he said very quietly.

"Oh, OK, I never realised, sorry," she understood what he was saying now.

When they used his name, especially Liz who was very much like Kate and two years older, it must have reminded him of his Mother. Although Liz was dark they were alike in just about every other respect even their voices.

"Right, DD, I was just thinking that we will need to be ready to leave at about seven tonight if we don't want to miss the start of the film," Rosy continued.

"No probs," he said as he began to surface from whatever deep place he had been visiting over the last fifteen minutes or so.

The two of them had planned to see the latest James Bond film in town that evening and Rosy was looking forward to a break from the house. She was eighteen, two years older than Daniel and had just finished her A levels gaining a place at Manchester University, although she had decided to defer going up this October to have a gap year doing some voluntary work abroad. She was due to leave in the middle of October, just less than a month away.

Of course the last few months had been an horrific period for all of them and Liz had moved in with DD almost immediately the news had came through. Kate and Alex had been out to a restaurant that night and an oncoming driver had fallen asleep at the wheel ploughing head-on into Alex's car killing them both outright. The funeral had been a week later and a few days after that when most of the urgent matters had been dealt with, Liz took DD back to Cambridge to stay with her and Rosy until they were ready to discuss the future. DD's exam results had arrived in the meantime and apart from a perfunctory 'congratulations' no one, least of all DD, had paid much attention to the ten passes, all at A and B. His sixteenth birthday had also come and gone with the same indifference. He had planned to leave school at the end of term anyway to go to a sixth form college and so moving to Cambridge for the time being was not a problem. It was good that he could tread water for a while and not have to worry about very much at all.

As they came to a bend in the river not far from the house the path became very muddy where it moved closer to the river bank. Rosy who was in the middle trod on some wet leaves and slipped sideways knocking DD's legs out from under him. He immediately went down on his side, rolled onto his front and then slid down the river bank stopping just as his legs entered the water. There was no danger as the river was quite shallow at this point. Everything went quite for a moment as he looked up at them his face and hair covered in mud. Then Rosy burst out laughing, she just couldn't stop herself. When Liz saw that DD was OK she too started and then DD. It was as if an enormous pressure valve had been released as the three of them cried at DD's state.

"Come on," said Liz at last, "we need to get you out of those wet clothes and into a hot bath before you freeze."

Rosy and Liz helped him up, still giggling as they made their way back to house. Liz ran the bath and Rosy helped him out of his muddy clothes downstairs in the laundry room so that he didn't mess up the carpets. Once his clothes were off he didn't look so bad with just his face and hair now caked in mud. Rosy threw his filthy clothes into the washing basket where most of his other things were waiting to be washed.

The heating in the house had switched off earlier in the day so he shivered as he went up stairs to his room wearing just his boxer shorts. He turned into the bathroom which was between his and Liz's rooms connecting the two. It was a large bathroom in a large house much like Kate's and DD's, with spacious rooms and a huge garden that ran all round the back and sides leaving them secluded on the outer edge of Cambridge. Rosie's room was opposite and although DD had taken what was the spare bedroom, Liz had been using it as an overflow of her own keeping most of her out of season clothes in the wardrobe which filled one wall. The dressing table had also been full of underclothes so they had moved in a chest of drawers for DD to use while he was staying there. Liz had helped him pack when they left Ealing but their hearts were not really into the task so consequently he didn't have nearly enough clothes with him, so frequent washing was needed to keep him supplied with trousers or shirts. It wasn't much of a problem though since he hadn't been out much while he was there.

Liz tuned as he enter the room, "It's just about ready, I've put some bath oil in to get rid of the smell. I hadn't noticed until we got home but that mud stinks".

"Thanks Liz," DD said as he removed his shorts and sank into the hot water. Surprisingly, just like at home in some ways, the problem of being around each other dressed or otherwise had just never arisen, probably because of them having other things to think about. Obviously Liz and Rosy had never worried about it and having DD around seemed so natural to them that they took it for granted nothing needed to change while he was there.

"I'll leave you to it then," Liz said as she left "have fun." Just for a moment as he laid there, he was taken back to that night in June after Kate and him had been out shopping together. He remembered what she had been saying and how he had dressed up that evening creating the exact image of her from that day. It was a nice feeling not sad at all, almost as if she was there, in his mind at least. Different though, she was now more a part of him rather than someone else who had now gone forever.

As these images glided in and out of his consciousness he realised now how much he was missing her and begun to wonder what he could do. However events elsewhere in house saw to it that a solution would appear without him having to do anything and also a lot quicker than he would have imagined. He got out of the bath, dried himself off and wandered in to his bedroom. He looked in his draw for something to wear but it was empty. Just then Liz came in with some hot chocolate.

"Liz, have you seen my clothes, I don't seem to have any?" he asked taking a sip of the warming liquid.

"Oh, I think we have a problem," she said, "I forgot that what you had on today had to make do for tonight as well, the rest is waiting to be washed and won't be ready until tomorrow."

"What am I going to do," he asked looking up at her "Rosy and I are going out tonight and I have nothing to wear?"

"Hang on, I'll get a robe and we'll go downstairs, I'm sure we can think of something," she disappeared into the bathroom on her way to her bedroom and came back a few seconds later with a very feminine but short pink robe.

"It's cold in here, just put this on for now," she said handing him the soft but warm garment. He was hesitant about wearing it until she said, "Don't worry, I know its mine but no one will see. Anyway its warmer than sitting around with no clothes on at all."

His face reddened as he undid the towel from around his waist and let it fall to the floor. Thankfully his cock has resumed more normal proportions after his bath, as he slipped his arms into the fine material, pulled it over his shoulders and knotted the tie.

"That looks OK," said Liz with a reassuring smile, "That colour suits you don't you think? Kate told me how good you were at advising her when you were out shopping together. You can come with us into Cambridge shopping tomorrow and be our expert if you like. I have got to get some new winter outfits".

"Y Yes alright," he said suddenly wondering what else his Mother might have said to her sister. He should have known though, that there had be no secrets between them. His mind was upside down now listening to Liz as he followed her downstairs in her dressing gown. Rosy was in the lounge as they came in and she gave DD a big smile.

"You need to dry you hair, shall I do it for you," she said appearing to take no notice at all of what he was wearing.

"OK," he said as they all sat down and Liz told her what had happened asking if she had any ideas. DD shivered again.

"Are you cold?" Rosy asked noticing his bear legs looking very smooth and white.

"Yes, a bit," he said finishing his drink.

"I've some socks you could wear but I don't think they will make much difference in that gown," she said thoughtfully, "I have got some thicker tights though, they'll do the job. Come on lets go upstairs and we'll get them."

With that she got up, grabbed his hand and marched him upstairs before he could even think about protesting. Liz just smiled as they went out thinking how nice it will be having another girl in the house. They went into Rosie's bedroom and she made straight for her underwear draw while DD sat on her bed.

"Er, Rosy, I'm not sure about this, " he said, "won't I look silly?"

Rosy turned and smiled handing him a pair of her tan tights which were slightly thicker than any of Kate's he had worn in the past, more like the ones she used when she was going to work.

"No of course not," she said and sat down beside him on the bed. "Listen, Mum and I love you heaps and we would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you, right?" he nodded and lifted his head to look at her. She was smiling and her face was radiant. She leaned over and gave him big hug and kissed him on the forehead.

"So put these on and we can think about what we can do later, I'm not giving up on a night out with my favourite cousin that's for sure."

A plan already beginning to form in her mind.

"Hang on though, you need some panties you can't wear those horrible shorts under your tights," There was something strange about the way she 'your tights' but things were now moving too quickly for him to think straight. She threw him a pair of her white cotton panties and went to the wardrobe to see what else he could wear.

"You'll need something else as well, you can't sit around in just your tights," she said looking around and noticing how expertly he was pulling them up each leg.

"That's very good, you look like you've done that before," she said selecting a wool skirt and picking pastel pink T-shirt and pink jumper from a draw.

"Oh it's just that I'd seen Mum do it so often," he said looking up, "what are they?"

"Just a skirt and jumper. Look just try them on and then check in the mirror. If you think that you look silly then we'll think of something else, how's that, deal?"

He thought for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't like what was happening, it was just that he never dreamed he would be dressing as a girl in front of his Cousin and Aunt. He put on the rest of the clothes she had given him and went over to the mirror. His hair was still wet but he looked every inch a pretty young lady, as he knew he would.

"Wow," she said "I have to admit you do look very much like a really lovely girl, not a boy dressed up at all. Now is that a problem for you because its not for me and it won't be for Mum either?"

"Well..." he looked again into the mirror and turned slowly around. He had looked at many a ladies legs and his were as good as any he had drawled over in the recent past and his figure looked fine even if it was a bit flat where it mattered.

"I suppose not and I do feel a bit warmer now," he said which was an understatement.

"Come on lets go downstairs and see what Mum thinks and then we can decide what you are going to wear for tonight." she said pushing him gently through the door.

"What do you mean 'wear for tonight'?" he walking down the stairs behind her in his stockinged feet which he had to admit looked very sexy.

"Well, there aren't that many options really," but she said no more as they went back into the lounge.

Liz came in from the laundry room and was startled at the transformation in DD.

"You look great DD, how does it feel to look like one of us," she asked knowing full well what he had been up to not so very long ago. DD was starting to get used to walking around in front of them now and said he felt a bit odd but OK. They all sat down together and Liz asked if they had any thoughts about what they might do about going to the cinema that evening.

"What do you think DD?" said Liz.

"I don't know what we can do if all my clothes are in the wash," not daring to even imagine where this conversation might be going.

"Well I have put all your dirty things in the machine but they won't be finished for a couple of hours yet and then they will have to dry before being ironed. I'm afraid they are not going to ready to wear until tomorrow," she added.

"Oh," was all he could say pulling his legs up on to the couch under him and unconsciously playing with his hair.

"Well I have an idea," said Rosy. DD was not surprised since he had an inkling of what was coming and he was starting to feel queasy.

"I would really like to go out tonight and I think, with a little make-up and hair styling DD could easily pass as my girl friend and..." but before she could finish DD interrupted her.

"You have got to be joking, right?" said DD really beginning to panic now. "You think that a boy could go with you into Cambridge, dressed up in your clothes and get away with it. You've got to be crazy."

Sweat was starting to appear on his brow and he was certainly not cold anymore.

"You're right about that DD except that you won't be a boy dressed up in girls clothes," said Liz softly. "All you've done so far is put on a skirt and a jumper and from where I'm sitting you could pass as a girl easily. Goodness knows how pretty you would look in some really nice clothes, make-up and a little jewellery."

DD was quite. Liz seemed convinced about what she what saying and he did believe Rosy earlier when she had said they wouldn't do anything to embarrass him. After all if they were out together and he was spotted she would also be in difficult situation.

"I don't know," he said finally beginning to warm to the idea, a little at least. He remembered what he had been thinking about in the bath.

"What if someone sees me?"

"No one will notice, its getting dark now and we will be in the cinema. We'll drive in so there's minimal risk, OK?" Rosy had all the answers.

"I suppose so," he said not at all convinced.

"I'll tell you what, same deal as before right? It will be your decision DD, no one else's," Rosy said sitting up in her seat and beginning to get excited at the prospect.

"Lets go upstairs and I will get you ready. You won't just pass for a girl, I'll turn you into a real stunner, the works. And then you can spend as much time as you like in front of the mirror making up your mind and we will only go if you are 100% happy. No less. What do you think? Are you game?"

DD looked to Liz for help but she just smiled.

"It's up to you, DD," she then said quietly, "the only thing I would ask I suppose, is what have you got to lose? And you never know you might actually enjoy it. As Rosy said if you're not completely comfortable then you can forget all about it and go another time."

"And you wouldn't mind? Wouldn't it be a bit odd, your nephew turning into your niece?" he asked more or less resigned to the fact now and he had to admit he was really was beginning to feel quite good in Rosie's skirt and tights. Liz and Rosy had both noticed how his hand had never stopped rubbing his nylon covered legs since he had sat down.

"Of course not," she said, "you're our DD now and that will never change. Go and get ready while I start the tea. After that it's up to you."

It was beginning to get dark now and Liz switched on the lights. At least he won't be out in daylight DD thought.

"All right then but its my decision OK, no brow beating me until I give in or anything," DD said to Rosy before finally giving in.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Rosy said jumping up, "come on, this'll be fun you'll see."

DD got up and followed Rosy out of the room and up the stairs not quite as enthusiastically but not reluctant either. If she did a good a job as she said she would this could be just what he wanted.

  

  

  

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