Heidi

by Heidi K.

 

Part 1

 

I accepted the first place trophy, once again, for boy's freestyle swimming. I am considered to be the best male swimmer for my age in the county. After the usual shower and "way to go" from my coach, I made my way through the parking lot to my mom’s car. She was talking to another lady when I arrived. It was Ms. Vanessa Roberts whose youngest daughter also competed in the swim meet.

"Ms. Roberts has a proposal for you," said mom, as I threw my backpack in the trunk. "She wishes to hire you for the rest of the summer."

Ms. Roberts explained that she would like me to coach Sarah and improve her swimming abilities. They have an in-ground pool and would like me to coach her a minimum 3 times a week, 1 hour each session at $3 above minimum wage.

I knew they lived a few miles from our house and could easily get there by bicycle, so after confirming with mom, I graciously accepted the offer. After all, who can’t use a little extra money?

"I am so glad you’ve agreed Christopher. I want you at our house Friday 1 o’clock sharp for the first session."

 

I arrived that Friday at exactly 12:45. I hate being late. Ms. Roberts answered the door wearing black leather capris, red tube top and 4-inch black patent heels.

"Hello Ms. Roberts," I stammered, "I’m here to coach Sarah."

"Come on in, Sarah is out back waiting for you on the patio, and please, call me Vanessa. I have to go into town and will be back in a few hours."

I watched intently as she glided out the door, to the driveway. With the image of her burnt into my mind, I changed and made my way through the house and to the back patio where Sarah was sitting patiently for my arrival. Her older sister, Brooke, was practicing cheers with 3 other girls on the spacious lawn. Brooke is my age, head cheerleader and is easily the prettiest girl that attends the "Agnes Barstowe Academy for young women", an all girl school named after it’s founder.

"Lets get started Sarah" and with that the two of us made our way to the pool where we practiced and honed the skills already taught to the young girl. As 2 o’clock approached I decided it was time to bring the session to an end. As I made my way across the patio to the back door I heard Brooke call out "My friends and I were just about to have some lemonade in the kitchen if you would care to join us after you’ve changed".

After drying off my slender, hairless, swimmer’s body, I quickly changed and rushed to the kitchen to join Brooke. As I entered the kitchen, Brooke handed me a tall glass of lemonade and told me to join her friends at the table. They chatted away about the upcoming school year, who was dating who, fashion and all the usual things teen girls talk about. I sat there and tried to listen but the more I sipped, the harder it was to concentrate. I became very tired and thought I would rest my eyes for a minute or two as I was struggling to keep them open.

 

I slowly awoke aware of dull pains in both ears, a weight on my chest and something brushing against my neck. As the fog cleared I quickly realized my feet, hands and head were secured to a chair. The four girls were hovering over me, laughing at my predicament, holding a large mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw staring back at me!

I was wearing a black leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, black patent pumps with a 5-inch silver metal heel and a long sleeved leopard print peasant top shear enough that a black lace bra clearly showed through. I also had on a long, wavy, auburn wig, 2 giant silver hoop earrings in each ear, a set of 6 matching silver bangles on one wrist and the source of the chest weight turned out to be a fairly large set of breast forms. My fingernails were a half inch longer than before and painted bright red, same color as my lips, and was sporting enough heavy make-up to make a street walker’s seem under done! They informed me the breast forms, nails and wig were glued into place and my male clothes were burnt in the fireplace. As my mind tried to quickly grasp what was happening, the mirror was taken away and replaced by the unmistakable click and whirr of a Polaroid. "Smile," yelled one girl. "We should give her a name," suggested another. After much debating, it was decided I would be known as Heidi. Then Brooke called out "She looks like a whore. In fact she’s our little Heidi whore!" This was met with more laughter then a round of "Heidi Whore" from all of them. "Wait," yelled Brooke, "I have an idea. I know what our little Heidi wants." And with that she took off to another room in the house returning a few minutes later with something behind her back. "Open wide Heidi Whore, don’t worry it won’t hurt you", laughed Brooke as she produced a rather large dildo and with the help of the others jammed it into my mouth and once again came the click and whirr of the Polaroid. It was some time after that the front door opened and in walked Vanessa Roberts.

 

"What are you girls doing?" screamed Vanessa who quickly ran over and removed the dildo from my aching mouth. "Who is this and why is Christopher’s bike still outside?" she asked while Brooke began to untie me.

I stood up rather wobbly on the high heels and the four girls explained to Vanessa how they transformed my drugged body, burnt my clothes and how the wig, nails and breast forms were stuck on me for 2 weeks before they could loosen the glue.

"Brooke, come with me, you 3 go home. Christopher, well I can’t really call you that anymore. Did they give you a name?"

"Yes. They called me Heidi….Heidi Whore." This met with yet another round of laughter as the three girls left.

"Alright Heidi, you stay here while I come up with a plan. We can’t send you home looking like that." As the two left the room I could have sworn I heard Vanessa say softly, "Turned out better than we thought. Now for some more fun."

They returned a few minutes later and told me she had talked to my mom and asked if I could stay with them for the next couple weeks to do some jobs around the house. Mom agreed saying this would finally give my parents a chance to go to the retreat they’ve always wanted to. A devious smile broke across Brooke almost warning me this won’t be fun, at least for me.

"Since you’re stuck like that, Brooke might as well teach you how to walk properly in those heels. Once you have that down, we will teach you to do your make-up and tomorrow we’ll go shopping so you don’t have to wear our clothes."

I practiced and practiced under Brooke’s watchful eyes and occasional comments of "Take shorter steps," "More hip swing," and "Swing your arm with your fingers pointing out to the side." After what seemed to be an eternity I was declared ready for step two, make-up 101.

 

Vanessa sat me down, cleaned up what was done before and showed me how to apply the various tools of the trade. Unfortunately, the result was always heavy and sluttish.

"Oh well, I guess you’ve got the gist of it. Don’t worry you’ll improve with time."

Improve with time? It’s only for 2 weeks! By now it was late so Vanessa ordered a pizza, which was devoured quickly and it was time for bed.

"You can sleep in the spare room upstairs across from Sarah’s. You will find everything you need there."

I made my way upstairs still dressed like a whore, opened the door to reveal a frilly canopy bed, pink furniture and the only piece of clothing in the room was a red satin babydoll I guessed was my sleeping attire. After a quick change, make-up and jewelry removal I fell asleep almost instantly.

"Wake up Heidi. We have to go to the mall today!" said Brooke rather cheerily as she shook me awake. "You will find mom has placed your outfit in the closet, and don’t forget your pretty earrings and bracelets."

After the usual morning routine, I opened the closet to find the same outfit I wore the day before but with just plain black stockings instead of the fishnets. There was also a black leather hobo bag on the dresser for me to fill. I reluctantly dressed, applied my make-up, added the jewelry, filled and grabbed the purse and made my way downstairs where the three girls stood waiting.

"No time for breakfast girls. We must find Heidi some new outfits. Don’t worry Heidi we’ll go to one out of town and I think you should call me Aunt Vanessa."

 

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