Heidi

by Heidi K.

 

Part 2

 

We arrived a short time later and parked at quite possibly the farthest spot from the door, or so it seemed. Brooke was not helping matters as she coached me along the way while men were doing double takes and women were muttering "slut" or "whore" under their breaths.

"Don’t worry Heidi," encouraged Brooke, "They’re just jealous because they don’t look as good as you."

First stop, Victoria’s Secret for new bras and panties. Vanessa selected six various pairs for me in full sight and one pair the sales girl quickly whisked away.

"Brooke, you are in charge of taking Heidi to pick her shoes, Sarah and I will pick out her outfits and we’ll meet in the food court in a couple hours."

 

"Hi, we’re here to get some shoes for my cousin. She doesn’t like to wear anything with less than a 5-inch heel. Isn’t that right Heidi?"

The older manager, still eyeing me, told us to have a seat and he would take care of us personally. Brooke had me sit right up front facing the entrance.

"Here’s the deal Heidi, you will do whatever I tell you or I will show these around and tell them your real name," she ordered while producing the pictures from her purse.

"When he is sliding the shoes on your feet, make sure you open your legs enough for him to get a glance at your dainty panties."

He returned with several boxes. I tried them all on, each time ensuring he could just see up my skirt. When all was said and done Brooke picked out a pair of white patent mules on 5-inch wooden heels that she called my "Wear around the house pair", 2-inch, red patent platform pumps with a 6-inch spike heel and ankle strap and finally a pair of black killer 6-inch stiletto pumps with 2 studded crisscrossing straps. Brooke let me choose the purses to match the mules and platforms.

"We better make our way to the food court to meet the others. I hope they like the shoes and purses you picked."

 

Arriving ahead of time, Brooke had me sit facing the mall walkers with her beside me. Reaching into her purse she produced a lollypop, which I was to seductively lick and suck while the people went by and any man that stared, I was to smile and bat my eyelashes or the picture would come out. Quite some time later my humiliation came to a brief end as Vanessa and Sarah arrived.

"Show them what you picked out Heidi."

I produced the three pairs and two matching purses as a surprised Vanessa sat quietly while Brooke explained how I was flirting with the manager and the mall patrons here in the court.

"Well, I guess Brooke was right, you do like to dress and tease like a slut. Come on Sarah, let’s take these back and get some outfits that suit her chosen image. Meet us at the car in one hour."

While the two took off, Brooke had me re-apply my lipstick while everyone watched.

"Come on Heidi, I have some more plans for you yet."

I followed Brooke to a drug store make-up counter where she picked out a bright pink shade of lipstick and nail polish for me, and after having me smell various perfumes she had me select one.

"We can paint your toes so they will look really pretty in your new mules."

"Now ask the kind lady here if she will pierce your belly button for you since you like to wear short tops."

The saleslady nodded in agreement and shortly after I was sporting a ring with a bright pink stone in it.

"I hope Aunt Vanessa doesn’t mind you getting this. She would never allow me to get one!"

 

We waited outside the car for another hour, my feet killing me in the heels. Vanessa and Sarah arrived and Brooke explained how she pleaded with me not to get the belly button ring but I had my heart set on it. Oh brother, an Oscar winning performance, to say the least. Vanessa complimented me on my choice of rings and we returned home.

"Well Heidi, you can’t afford to pay me back for the clothes we bought today just giving swim lessons, so, I’ve decided you will also do some additional tasks around the house at the same rate until you’re all paid up. You can start by putting all the packages in my room and returning here to help me make dinner."

I returned and was presented with a frilly apron and set about to do her bidding. She explained that she would pick my outfits for me each day and I would wear them without question. She tried to reassure me by telling me "Don’t worry, it’s nothing I wouldn’t wear."

Finally after serving dinner, refreshing glasses of milk for the girls and wine for Vanessa and loading the dishwasher, night had finally arrived. I looked forward to taking off these damn heels and maybe waking up to find out it was all a bad dream.

 

"Let’s go Heidi, time to get ready for church and mom says she’ll do your make-up for you," young Sarah explained.

Once again, morning routine and returning to find a pink and white satin, frilly, sissy dress, little white socks with a lace cuff, pink ruffled panties and matching bra. Those must have been the ones she kept hidden. On the dresser, my hobo bag was replaced with a small, pink patent ‘Hello Kitty’ handbag. I stood there frozen, staring at the ghastly ensemble laid out before me.

"You’ve got to be joking. I can’t wear this. I will look like a sissy!"

"You can and will, I will not have you attending church looking like a whore!"

Vanessa grabbed the panties and yanked them up my thighs, practically tore the babydoll off me, fastened the bra and slipped the dress over my head zipping it up and sealing my fate. I pulled the tiny socks on and Vanessa escorted me to a chair where she applied very light make-up in soft pink tones including my nails. Brooke came into the room with a pair of shoes and a hat for me.

"Oh mother, can Heidi wear these? She would look so darling in them."

"Yes dear, I think they would suit her perfectly."

I was handed a pair of pink patent Mary Jane’s with a 2-inch heel and a white hat with a pink bow and long ribbons falling down the back of it. The handbag was thrust at me as soon as the shoes and hat were in place and I was hauled down the stairs.

There was Sarah in an almost identical outfit. Brooke had us pose together while she snapped some more Polaroids.

"Let’s go girls, it’s an 8 block walk to the church. Sarah and Heidi, hold my hand."

I was dragged out of the house and to add to the horror of this event, the shoes made a loud ‘click’ each time they struck the cement.

"Those are mom’s tap shoes from when she took lessons a couple years ago. Don’t they make a wonderful sound," asked Brooke as I tried to hasten the pace but Vanessa held me back. Church went by slowly, aware of the faces looking at me wondering who I was. When it ended, Vanessa explained to some of the other ladies I was her out of control niece sent here to try and be straightened out. We headed back with my shoes clicking and my head lowered hoping once again not to be seen by anyone who knew me.

"Okay girls, get out of your Sunday dresses and make sure you hang them up properly in your closets. Heidi, you will find today’s outfit waiting there for you."

I rushed upstairs not caring as to what was waiting since it could only be better than my current sissy dress! I wrestled out of the dress, and almost eagerly changed into the flared, white skirt and pink top provided. I slipped into the white mules that I would soon grow very accustomed to and proceeded to hang up the sissy clothes ensuring the shoes and ‘Hello Kitty’ bag accompanied them. I reached up on the shelf and grabbed the small white purse I had selected and opened it to find the appropriate make-up included as well as the hoops and bangles. "Well back to normal," I tried to tell myself jokingly. Perfumed, fuchsia colored lips and nails, heavy mascara and earrings and bangles in place, I made my way downstairs.

"Sarah wants you and her to play with her Barbies. She is outside sitting at the back patio table."

"Here Heidi, you can have this one."

"Thanks Sarah."

"Hurry up and get ready for your date with Ken!"

Brooke came out to join us and suggested they paint my toenails to match my fingernails. Sarah thought it was a wonderful idea.

"You look so pretty like that Heidi, maybe Brooke and her friends will take you shopping with them sometime."

This day couldn’t end fast enough.

 

Sunday ended without further embarrassment, but it didn’t take long for morning to pick up where they left off. Laid out for me this time was a pair of bright pink hot pants with delicate white lace around the legs, white strapless halter and of course the mules again. My white purse was still there with all the same contents as yesterday as well as the jewelry I had become accustomed to wearing. Oh well, at least I wouldn’t have to do my nails. The three girls were waiting for me downstairs and Vanessa informed me of today’s plan. I would start by serving them breakfast on the back patio, after cleaning up I would mow the lawns, (front and back), wash the car and give Sarah another swim lesson. When I started to protest, Brooke suggested she could walk me to the park and leave me there to play ball with my friends in my Sunday sissy dress. She figured I would be okay as long as they threw underhanded to me. Vanessa laughed with glee and I reluctantly set out to start the day’s chores. Breakfast went quick, now for the lawn. The back went fast but the front seemed to take an eternity. It felt like all the neighbors were watching, after all, who wears 5- inch heels to mow the lawn? Occasionally, Vanessa would have me stop to serve them lemonade while they supervised on the front porch, each time having to wear the frilly apron. While washing the car Brooke thought it would be great fun soaking my halter revealing the lacy bra and the nipples of the forms. A couple older teen boys stopped to watch and make comments towards me for a while until they got bored when I wouldn’t respond.

"If you’re done flirting with the neighborhood," yelled Vanessa, "Sarah is ready for her lesson."

I put everything away, practically ran into the house and was handed a white, string bikini and bathing cap.

"We don’t want you to get your beautiful hair wet," explained Brooke.

Once again we worked on Sarah’s techniques and after an hour called it quits.

"I think you’ve done enough for today Heidi. Why don’t you and the other 2 girls just lay about this afternoon?"

That sounded all right to me until I was told not to change, but to suntan in the bikini and mules obviously leaving hard to explain tan lines!

 

Tuesday and Wednesday brought rain so outside work and play were out. After doing a load of laundry each day, I played girlie board games and became Sarah’s personal Barbie doll. This entailed wearing anything she chose from Vanessa’s closet followed by make-up to match each outfit. This also became great fun for Brooke and her damn Polaroid.

 

Thursday brought a trip to the grocery store after Sarah’s lesson. I was provided with a short red and black satin ‘Lolita’ skirt, matching satin peasant top to be worn off the shoulders, black stockings with a dark seam, red panties, the 6 inch red patent platforms, my red purse and another 6 bangles for the other wrist. It was all I could do to keep up to the others. Halfway through, Sarah and Brooke invented a game where they would take turns dropping certain items and I would have to pick them up without bending my knees. Each time I had to bend down, the skirt lifted exposing my stocking tops and panties. Throughout this new game I of course had to keep gently licking and sucking another lollypop. More than a few heads were turned in my direction. All eyes were on me while we stood in the checkout line since Brooke had told me to fix my lipstick, my humiliation hidden behind my compact.

 

The following week brought much the same as the first including the Sunday church walk in those Mary Jane’s I had learned to hate so much.

"Well Heidi, its Saturday and your last full day with us. You have managed to do enough around the house to pay for everything and more. Brooke and her friends would like to take you to the mall and spend the remaining money. There is enough here to pay for a new outfit. Hurry up and get changed and I’ll drop you girls off at the mall."

"Heidi, we girls got together and thought you should wear this," explained Brooke as she handed me the leather mini, shear leopard peasant, fishnets, black lace bra and panties, hobo bag and the killer 6-inch studded crisscross pumps.

"It’s practically the same as you wore for us the first time," said one of the girls giddily.

Vanessa dropped us off a block away from the mall so I had to mince along the street to the delight of motorists, my hoop earrings clanging together reminding me of what they had put me through. Brooke was again coaching my walk to make sure it was perfect.

 

"You know the drill," said Brooke handing me a lollypop. "Let’s go to the shoe store."

We were served eagerly by the same manager and just like the first time I had to open my legs just enough while sucking on the lollypop. Brooke and the others decided I needed the black patent, 6-inch stiletto heeled oxfords.

We stopped at almost every store trying various things on until they decided on a black spandex micro mini, pink tee with white lace trimmed neck and cuffs and ‘Sissy Gurl’ printed across the chest in sliver and black stockings that ended inches below the skirt with white bows attached on the tops facing rearward. The tee was two sizes too small so it had to be stretched over the forms and later on the girls stopped at a sewing store and had the girl cut it off just below the forms and add matching lace there. Brooke called her mom to tell her we had finished but not to bother to pick us up because I kept insisting we take the bus.

I was handed another lollypop to suck on for the ride home. Brooke had me stand so all the guys could grab my ass as they went by. By the time we got home I had several offers and aching feet. Vanessa had me model the outfit Brooke told her I had picked out myself. Once again there was Brooke and the damn camera.

 

I awoke Sunday to find myself alone. At least I wouldn’t have to wear the sissy dress. On the kitchen table there was a note from Vanessa.

"Dear Heidi, sorry, couldn’t wait for you to get up. I was surprised at the outfit you chose, since your male clothes were burnt that is what you will have to wear home. We decided it would be for the best if you removed the forms and wig yourself once you got home. Your parents shouldn’t be back until after supper. Love Aunt Vanessa."

Sure enough there was everything right down to the oxfords. My trusty hobo had all make-up and jewelry enclosed as well as solvent for the forms and wig. One would have thought by now my make-up abilities would have improved but they had not, so I headed out the door once again as ‘Heidi Whore’.

Where my bike should have been, a note was left in its place. "I thought you would enjoy the walk. Brooke"

Will this ever end I asked looking skyward, then started the long, slow, mincing trek back home hoping no one would recognize me while cars slowed and honked and asked how much I charged.

 

Hours had passed when I finally reached home and unlocked the door. At least there was no car in the driveway. I ran to my bedroom to begin my transformation back to Christopher. As I opened the door, I froze. My eyes could not believe what was there before me. There were all the pictures Brooke had taken with her camera pinned on a corkboard. In the open closet were all the clothes I had worn including the sissy dress and Mary Jane’s. There was the canopy bed and pink furniture with mom, Vanessa, Brooke and Sarah standing in front of it, grinning. My father stood off to the side with his eyes cast down and hands clasped in front wearing a complete black satin french maid’s uniform, fishnets and 6 inch black patent pumps with tiny locks on them.

Mom proceeded to explain how she caught my father cheating with his secretary for the third and final time and decided to take him to a special retreat where they would feminize him. He now answers to the name ‘Chantelle’. She has also taken his spot in the family company. She got the idea to feminize me while talking with Vanessa at the pool. Vanessa had used the old ‘apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ analogy and figured I would also become a cheater so I should be feminized as well to prevent me from hurting women in the future. Vanessa and Brooke volunteered to oversee the deed while her and father took off to the retreat.

"You see dear, they are experienced in these matters. You have met Vanessa’s 11 year old son Steve, or as you know her by, 9 year old Sarah. Steve’s father cheated on poor Vanessa and it really tore her up. She didn’t want that to happen to anyone else so she had to turn Steve into Sarah so he wouldn’t follow in his father’s footsteps."

"It’s a lot of fun once you get used to it," encouraged Sarah.

"Brooke came up with a wonderful idea. I’ve enrolled you into the Agnes Barstowe academy with her. She can keep an eye on you there and help you with anything you need." Mom then produced the school uniform she had purchased for me.

"You can come by our place tomorrow and the girls and I will start to teach you the school cheers," exclaimed Brooke while she produced a cheerleading outfit and that devious smile.

"As for those nasty forms and wig, I made an appointment for you to get C cup enhancements next week and your hair will be long enough by the time school starts that we can take you to a salon and get a proper style done. We will also have to get you some more appropriate footwear for school. They don’t allow anything more than a 2-inch heel and Brooke gave me the name of an excellent store in the mall. Also, this is your senior year so I had your classes geared towards office work. I will need a new secretary once I am done having fun with your father’s old one!"

"I noticed your car was filthy from the dirt roads and the lawn could use a mow, I think you’ll find he likes to wear his hot pants, halter and mules when carrying out outdoor work," added Vanessa. "Also Heidi, your mom agreed to drop you off at our place every Sunday so we can all enjoy the walk to church together. However, I think you should get a couple more of those sissy dresses you like so you aren’t showing up in the same one week after week." Vanessa, Sarah and Brooke all laughed as they walked out the door.

 

"Don’t worry about the neighbors," added mom. " I told them you were participating in an exchange student program. This will be so much fun. I’ve always wanted a daughter, even if she looks like a slut. Chantelle, get my purse and Heidi, don’t bother changing, we have groceries to get."

Mom handed me a lollypop as we walked out the door explaining she had heard all about my new love for them and wanted to see what Brooke had meant. My life as Christopher was now officially over and I could see my humiliation as Heidi had only just begun.

 

 

 

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