Chapter 4

Morning came much too quickly, as it always seemed to. I sat up in bed and stretched. My breasts sagged and pulled on the skin of my chest but I hardly even noticed. Nor did I pay attention to their bounce and sway as I bent over to put on the big fluffy slippers and the robe. I sat down at my makeup table and brushed my hair. Then I put it up into a ponytail. I was glad that I had always worn it so long. If it had been shorter I might have had to wear that hot wig for the past several days.

When I arrived downstairs, I was surprised to see that Mom and Aunt Jessica were already in the kitchen. They greeted me and Mom gestured for me to sit down.

She said, "Good morning, Crystal. The bacon’s already cooked. How would you like your eggs? Over-easy?"

"Yes, please."

She turned to the stove and cracked open two eggs. As they bubbled and sizzled, I started to pour a glass of orange juice. Aunt Jessica stopped me by saying that Mom had already poured me a glass. She brought me a glass that had been on the counter. It was still cold, so it hadn’t been poured very long ago. I had finished it by the time that she had dished up the eggs, and added the bacon and toast.

I dug in as Mom and Aunt Jessica talked. They had already eaten as evidenced by the dirty dishes near the sink. Carol came in and Mom rose to cook her eggs. Carol poured herself a glass of orange juice as she waited. After breakfast, Mom told Carol and myself to clean the kitchen when we were finished, and she left to take her bath. We sat and talked with Aunt Jessica for a little while.

Aunt Jessica said, "When will you be going to the theatre today, Crystal?"

"As soon as I get dressed. I’m anxious to find out if Barbara has made the arrangements to get the solvent for the glue."

"It may take a couple of days before it arrives, depending on the shipping company."

"I know. Mom mentioned that the other day when we were at the Mall."

"So you’ll be a woman for a little while longer. How do you feel about that?"

"I’m not as upset as I was at first. I’ve gotten used to being one of the girls. I’ve actually had a little fun with it. The party that Carol and I went to the other night was a lot of fun, and it was pleasant to be treated so nicely by the boys at the fair yesterday. Moreover, I’ve felt closer to Carol than I have in years."

Carol reached over and put her hand on mine, "I’ve loved having a little sister for the past few days. I want her to stay as long as possible. I hope that the solvent doesn’t come for weeks, or never. How about that? Would you like to be my little sister forever?"

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I knew that in a couple of days I would be back as Cary, so I thought that a little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone. I said, "Of course, sis. I’d love to stay as your little sister. It has been wonderful the past couple of days."

She jumped up from her chair, ran around the table, and squeezed me.

She said, "I knew it. I told Mom that you would. I could see it in your eyes. I saw how happy that you were at Robin’s party, and again at the fair today. You love being a girl."

She was so happy that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that my fondest wish was to return to my former identity so that I didn’t have to wear the corset any longer. I decided to play along with her and then express my regrets after I had become Cary again. It couldn’t hurt since it would only be for a few more days.

Aunt Jessica said, "Is that true, Crystal. Would you like to be a girl permanently?"

"Sure, Aunt Jess", I lied, for Carols benefit. "It’s been wonderful. But please don’t spread it around. It would be difficult to live down when I have to become Cary again."

She said, "I understand, dear. I won’t mention a word outside of the family."

I decided that it would be best to end the conversation before Carol got carried away again, so I said, "Carol, let’s clean up. I have to get down to the theatre for the rehearsal."

We worked together to clean up the kitchen, and then we went upstairs. Carol helped me to remove the corset so that I could take a bath. The warm water invigorated my pinched and wrinkled skin that that been so abused by the corset for days. I soaked until the water started to cool down, then I got out, patted my self dry, and powdered my body prior to putting on my panties. After putting on a clean bra, I put on a fresh chemise, followed by the corset. I tugged and pulled on the laces until I had closed it down considerably. I put on the padded panty girdle and then my stockings. I heard Carol in the bath, so I would have to wait until she was out before I could finish dressing. I decided to put on my makeup while I waited, so I sat down at my makeup table and started to work on it. By the time that Carol was done, I had finished my face and was working on my hair. I put it up in a ponytail again. The pointers that I had learned from Carol had helped me to get it almost perfect on the first try.

Carol came walking into my bedroom in only her bra and panties. She had me stand up so that she could help me with the corset, and then she pulled and tugged on the laces until I could barely breathe. I walked around, trying to get used to the constriction once again, while Carol selected a dress for me to wear. Carol laid her selection on my bed and sat down at my makeup table to work on her face. She talked the whole time that she worked. I answered in the monosyllable style dictated by the limited air permitted by the corset. When I at last began to breathe somewhat normal, Carol tightened the laces and tied them off. As I struggled to get my breath, she put a full slip on me, followed by the dress that she had selected. I saw that it was similar to the one that I had worn on Sunday. The tight fit and low cut design caused my breasts to swell up out of the bodice. The tightly drawn skirt accented my hips and shrunken waist. With the 4-inch heels on my feet, I thought that I once again looked like a bimbo starlet going to a producer’s convention in Las Vegas. I examined my chest to see if any of the permanent makeup had worn off. It still looked perfect and you couldn’t tell where the breasts met my chest at all. Even under intense examination, they appeared to be a part of my anatomy.

"Carol, isn’t this dress a bit much. I’m only going to the theatre."

"Crystal, like I told you before, you’re bigger than I am so my clothes are going to be tight on you. This dress is loose on me. Besides, I love your figure. You know the old saying, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’.

"But this figure isn’t me. It’s plastic, silicon, and foam rubber."

"The gorgeous legs and beautiful face are all yours, Crys. Many women use help to achieve their looks. Padded bras are more common then most men realize. Wigs and falls, breast augmentation surgery, plastic surgery, body sculpture surgery, are all used every day. We women will seemingly go to any ends to be beautiful. So you’re not unique."

"Okay, Carol." I wanted to change the subject so I said, "Sis, can I borrow a purse. The one that Barbara lent me doesn’t go with this dress."

"Of course, Crys. Help yourself. I’m going to get dressed."

We walked into her bedroom and I went to her closet. I took several purses off of the shelf and selected one. I thought about our changing relationship. A week ago, Carol would have killed me if I came anywhere near her bedroom, and now she was telling me to help myself to the things in her closet. After she was dressed, we sat to finish our makeup and hair. Carol told me what she was going to do today, and asked me about my day.

"I’m not really sure. I can’t do many of the things that I did before I became a woman. I’ll just help out in any way that they can use me."

"If you get done early, you can join Sheri and me. We’ll be at Heather’s house."

"Okay, sis, I’ll see. Call me at the theatre if you decide to leave there before I come."

"Will do, Crys."

I got up to leave and Carol grabbed me and hugged me. She said, "I’m so glad that you’re here, Crystal. And that you would like to stay forever. I just love having a little sister. We’ll have so much fun together."

Carol had been so helpful to me over the past several days, that I decided to let her have her little delusion for a little longer. I would let her think that I was going to stay as Crystal until I could return as Cary. Then I would express my regrets about the change back, and hope that she wouldn’t be too hurt about losing her little sister. I hugged her also.

I returned to my bedroom to transfer the things from my old purse to the new one. I stood in front of my mirror and checked my appearance. I had borrowed a pair of earrings from Carol, and I put them on now. The holes in my ears were not hurting any longer. I put on a couple of bracelets that I still had of Carols, and a ring. She had also lent me a wristwatch. I turned around as I checked my reflection, and smoothed my dress. Seeing nothing amiss, I picked up the purse and went downstairs. Mom and Aunt Jessica were sitting in the kitchen. Both had bathed and dressed, and they were having a cup of tea. I sat down at the table in my usual place. Mom got up and went to the stove as I talked with Aunt Jessica.

"Crystal, you look so lovely in that dress."

"Thank you, Aunt Jess. You look wonderful today also."

Mom put a cup of tea in front of me. I thanked her and added a little milk and sugar.

Mom said, "Are you going to the theatre now?"

"Yes. Can I get some bus fare from you please."

"Of course, dear. I’ll get my purse." She got up and left the room.

I drank my tea as I waited for her to return. It tasted a little bitter like it had last night. I added an extra spoon of sugar, and that seemed to help. When Mom came back, she gave me a small change purse to put in my purse.

She said, "There’s five dollars in there. A dollar of it is in change. A girl always has to have a little ‘mad’ money with her. Remember that you’re a young lady now, and be careful where you go. Don’t accept any rides from strangers. If you need a ride, call home. Be extra careful downtown. Avoid dark alleys and side streets. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t even make eye contact with them. You must be much more careful than you were as a boy. Understand, honey?"

"Yes, Mom. I do. I’ll be careful."

"Good girl."

I kissed both of them good-bye and left to catch the bus. As Cary I would simply have ridden my bike, but I couldn’t very well do that in this dress. It was difficult enough just to walk in it. The tight skirt prevented me from walking with my normal stride. I had to take twice as many steps as I normally did. As I approached the corner where I would catch the bus, I saw the bus stop and take on passengers. The driver started to close the door after the last passenger had boarded. I waved and hurried as fast as I could. The driver saw me and opened the door. He watched me as I approached. I was very conscious of my movements. My hips were gyrating wildly as I tried to run in the tight dress and high heels. My breasts were bouncing and swaying within the confines of the tight bodice. I was totally out of breath when I stepped onto the bus. I smiled at the bus driver and he smiled back through the lecherous grin that he was already wearing. I fished some coins from my change purse and dropped them into the receptacle.

As I walked to an empty seat, every pair of eyes on the bus watched my progress. I sat down and tried to compose myself. I felt light-headed from the lack of oxygen. The corset prevented me from filling my lungs with the air that my body required. It was five minutes before I felt the dizziness lift from my mind. I would have to be very careful not to exert myself like that again. I was feeling fine again when the bus neared the intersection where I would get off. I reached up and pulled the cord to signal that I wanted to get off. The driver pulled over and stopped at the next street corner. I stood and made my way to the door. The driver tipped his hat to me as I passed. I felt his eyes on me as I climbed down the steps and exited the bus. I was at least five feet from the bus before I heard the doors close and the bus continue on. Usually, the doors nipped my backsides as I exited. And they would never wait for me to run to the bus. Even if they saw me, they would just close the door and drive on. If I weren’t waiting at the bus stop, then I would have to wait for the next bus.

As I walked the block to the theatre, I felt the stares of all of the males that I passed. I knew that they were undressing me with their eyes. Wouldn’t they be surprised to find out what lay underneath these clothes? I kept my head up and looked straight ahead. I was relieved to, at last, open the side door of the theatre and step into the cool, dark interior.

I had only progressed several steps when a voice in the darkness said, "Can I help you, Miss?"

Coming in from the bright sunlight, my eyes were not accustomed to the dark theatre yet so I was unsure of who was talking, and even where they were. I thought that the voice belonged to Ed, the electrician. I said, "Is Barbara here yet?"

Ed stepped forward and my eyes had adjusted enough to make out his shape. "Yes, she in the wardrobe department. I’ll show you the way."

"That’s all right, thank you. I know the way."

"Okay, Miss. Go on up."

"Thank you, Ed."

"Do I know you? I don’t seem to recognize you."

"My name is Crystal. Crystal Ramsey."

"Are you related to Cary Ramsey."

"Yes. We’re related."

"Cary’s a wonderful kid. Always so helpful and eager to please. Well, I better get back to work. Nice to see you again, Miss Ramsey."

I walked through the darkened theatre, weaving my way through the scenery, on my way to the wardrobe department. As I stepped into the wardrobe room, I saw that Barbara was working at her sewing machine. I said, "Hi Mom, I’m home."

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. "Crystal, it that you?" She got up and came over to me. "You look WONDERFUL. You must be turning heads wherever you go. You’re not wearing the wig anymore. You’re own hair looks great."

"The wig was too hot in this weather. Mom lightened my hair so that it would look a little different. It was long enough so that I don’t have to wear the wig. Wearing it up in a ponytail is nice and cool on my neck."

"Who did your makeup?"

"I did it myself. I learned a lot from Marge, and Mom and my sister Carol have helped me a lot also."

"Well, it looks great. That dress really shows off your curves."

"Carol’s a little smaller that I am now, so her clothes are a little tight."

"Well, don’t hang out on any street corners looking like that. You’ll get arrested."

I giggled at her comment. "Have you called the company that made the breast forms yet?"

"Yes, so far all I’ve gotten is a message saying that the company is closed for the holiday vacation. I’ll try again in another hour. How have you been getting by? Did you stay cooped up in the house all weekend?"

"No, actually I spent very little time in the house. Mom made me go out for ice cream with her and Carol on Saturday night. While we were out, some friends of Carol’s invited us to a party on Sunday night. Mom told them that we would both attend. So after spending the day at the fairgrounds, I had to go to the party. We didn’t get home until after 1 AM. Then on Sunday, Mom took us to a barbecue and fair at a volunteer fire company. We spent most of the day there."

"How did you dress, jeans?"

"No. Mom insisted that I wear only skirts and dresses. She says that I can’t wear jeans until I’m Cary again."

"If you looked that this weekend, then I bet that boys have been following you everywhere."

"Well, I did have to beat them off at the party, but it hasn’t been bad after that. A couple of boys that Carol knows joined us at the fireman’s fair. We went on some rides together. That’s all."

"That’s all?"

"Well. Sean did seem to grow some extra arms when we went on the Ferris Wheel. But I managed to hold him down."

"How many times did he kiss you?"

I hesitated for a couple of seconds before answering. "Only once. He kissed me when we were leaving the fair. I didn’t expect it."

"Not a very determined young man if he only kissed a gorgeous package like you only once."

I blushed at being called a ‘gorgeous package’. "Oh Barbara, don’t tease me. I didn’t expect him to kiss me at all. I’m still a boy under this body that you created."

"I’m sorry, honey. I couldn’t resist it. Well, I have a lot of work to do. The whole cast will be here at ten for fittings. Dress rehearsals start next week, and the play begins in a week and a half."

"Is there anything that I can do? I can’t do my old duties dressed like this."

"Not right now, dear."

"Okay, Barbara. I’m going to see if Marge is here. See you later."

I walked down the hallway to the makeup room. Marge was organizing things on the tables. She didn’t immediately recognize me since I wasn’t wearing the long wig.

"Can I help you", she said.

"Don’t tell me that you don’t recognize me?"

"Crystal? I don’t believe it. What happened to your hair."

"The wig was too hot. I left it home. I’ll bring it in tomorrow."

The conversation that followed was similar to the one that I had just had with Barbara. We sat and talked until someone came in. It was Mr. Tucker, the director.

He said, "Excuse me for interrupting ladies. Marge, I need your requisition list. Do you have it ready?"

"Yes, here it is", she said handing it to him.

"Thank you. And who is this lovely young lady. She looks familiar but I can’t seem to place her."

"I’m Crystal Ramsey, Mr. Tucker. Don’t you remember me?"

"Crystal? Why are you in costume today?"

"I have been like this since last week. Barbara couldn’t remove the breast forms on Saturday. Since I couldn’t walk around as a boy with large breasts, I have been wearing this disguise. Barbara is trying to reach the manufacturer to find out why the solvent doesn’t work."

"Good Lord. I had no idea. Has anyone discovered your true identity?"

"Not yet. I’ll probably die of embarrassment if anybody does."

"I applaud your acting skills my young friend. I would be interested in hearing your story when I have more time. Is there anything that I can do to help you?"

"Just treat me like a young lady in front of any visitors to the theatre, and don’t spread the story. I’m trying to get through this with as much dignity as possible."

"And you’re succeeding. I will treat you with the respect afforded to any other female member of the cast and crew. You can’t continue in your old duties until your… physique… changes, so from now on you are officially my ‘script girl’ and ‘Assistant to the Director’, Okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Tucker."

"Crystal, would you check to see if there is any coffee made."

"Right away, Mr. Tucker." I hurried out to brew a pot of coffee.

For the rest of the morning I ran errands for Mr. Tucker, or provided lines to actors as they faltered while practicing their roles on stage. I had worked with the play for so long that I no longer used a script book. I clued the actors in from memory. Mr. Tucker, seeing that I had a rote knowledge of all of the roles, had me stand in for actors who were not available. I was able to stand in for any of the parts. This freed up the actors to attend fitting sessions while rehearsals continued without interruption.

At one o’clock, Mr. Tucker called lunch. Usually I wandered around the downtown by myself as all of the men went to a local pub for a sandwich and a beer. The women always went to one of the small diners in the area. I had picked up my purse and was leaving when the women were exiting. Marge invited me to join them, so I did. The regular noon crowd had just left to return to work, so there were plenty of available booths and tables in the diner. Our group of fourteen monopolized an entire section. It took a while to get served because half of the women couldn’t make up their minds on what they wanted to eat, and the other half had cooking and preparation instructions that would fill a small book. The waitress was surprised when I said that I wanted a small bowl of soup-de-jour and a cup of tea, without giving any special instructions. Once the orders had finally been placed, we settled down into our conversations. Talk began about the play, and switched to clothes, hair, makeup, food, cooking, and other subjects. At times I was out of my depth, but I managed to hold my own during most of the conversations. After lunch, one of the women at our table told each of us how much we owed for our portion of the meal and tip. We gave her the money and she paid the bill. As we wandered back to the theatre we stopped occasionally to talk about the clothes and shoes in the windows of the stores that we passed. I had to admit to myself that it was the most enjoyable lunch that I had had since starting with the theatre group.

Several times during the afternoon, I checked with Barbara to see if she had made contact with the manufacturer yet. She said that each time that she had called, she had only received the pre-recorded message about being closed for the holiday. At 5 o’clock she stopped trying to reach them. She told me that tomorrow she would call several distributors if the manufacturer still failed to answer their phone. At 5:30 the company had started to leave for the evening, when Debbie asked me to help her move something.

I followed her down the corridor and into the darkness of the property room. Flipping on the light switch illuminated two small wattage bare bulbs, which hung from the very high ceiling. The door closed automatically as we entered. There was some kind of spring closure on the heavy steel door, which was required by fire code regulations. The room contained several rows of wooden shelving racks loaded with props and small pieces of scenery. Debbie led the way down one of the rows, and I followed close behind her. Suddenly she stopped and spun around. She grabbed me and started to kiss me passionately. At first I was startled, and resisted. But then I relaxed and began to enjoy her attentions. She ran her hands up and down my body as we kissed. I felt my own passions rising as we kissed.

After a couple of minutes she pulled back and said, "Oh Crystal, you make me so hot. I had trouble holding myself back all day. I wanted to rip your clothes off. I don’t know why I want you so badly, but I do."

She began to smother me with kisses once again. In a couple of minutes, we would have been down on the floor, if not for the sounds coming from the hallway. We stopped kissing and quickly composed ourselves. As the door to the property room opened we walked to the entrance and passed the cast members who were carrying some props in. I was glad that the light was so dim in the room. I knew that my makeup was a mess. I got to my purse and made it to the ladies room without encountering anyone. Debbie was in there already repairing her own makeup. She smiled sheepishly at me as I entered.

She said, "I guess that we’ll have to find a better place next time. Can you come out on Friday night?"

"Yes, as long as I’m home by midnight."

"Great, I’ll pick you up at 7:30. Okay?"

"It’s a date."

"Do you need a ride home? I have a car."

"I’d love one. Let’s go."

We had both finished repairing our makeup and we left the theatre. Debbie’s car was a small Toyota that her folks had given to her on her last birthday. We drove out of the parking lot behind the theatre and headed towards my house. When we reached my house, Debbie leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"See you tomorrow, Crystal."

"Goodnight Debbie. Thanks for the ride home."

I got out of the car and walked to the house. Debbie was still watching me as I turned the handle on the front door. I smiled and waved as I opened the door. Debbie waved back and drove away. Inside the house, Mom and Aunt Jessica were making dinner. I joined them in the kitchen and started to make a salad. I had just started to tell them about my day when Carol came in.

Carol said, "Crystal, you’re home. I called the theatre but nobody answered."

"I just got here. I was one of the last ones to leave. Mr. Tucker made me the ‘script girl’ and ‘Assistant to the Director’. I was pretty busy all day. The production opens in a week and a half."

"I was hoping that you could make it to Heather’s house. We had a lot of fun. Do you want to go to the Mall with us after dinner?"

"I’d love to, sis."

"Great, Sheri and Heather will be over in about an hour."

"Okay."

Carol pitched in and we were ready to eat dinner in ten minutes. After dinner, Carol and I cleaned up while Mom made a pot of tea. We all sat down after the kitchen was clean to enjoy the tea.

I said, "Mom, this tea tastes a little bitter. Is it old or something."

"No, sweetheart. I just bought it. Does anyone else find it bitter?"

Aunt Jessica and Carol both shook their heads.

"Just add a little more sugar dear. I hope that you’re not coming down with something. Let me feel your head. No, you don’t feel hot."

The front doorbell rang as we finished our tea. Carol hurried to open the door for Sheri and Heather. I hurried to the powder room to wash my hands and check my makeup and hair. Satisfied with my appearance, I took my purse and went to the living room. I had known Sheri and Heather for a long time as Cary, and I had met them in my role as Crystal when I was at Robin Weber’s party on Sunday. We greeted each other and cheek kissed. Then we all went out to Sheri’s car and drove to the Mall. We only had several hours before the Mall closed, but that didn’t matter.

We walked around the Mall common area between the stores and walked into any of the stores that interested us. We tried on clothes and shoes, and scanned all of the jewelry counters. Sheri bought a pair of shoes and a skirt. Heather bought some perfume and a belt. Carol bought two pairs of earrings. I didn’t have any money but I tried on a lot of clothes anyway. Most of the clothes fit me better than the clothes of Carol’s that I had been wearing. I wished that I had some money so that I could have purchased some. But Mom was right; I shouldn’t waste money on clothes that I would only be using for a few more days. But that didn’t stop me from having a fun time with the other girls.

On the way home we stopped for some ice cream. We sat at a table and placed our orders. I ordered a small dish of Mocha Chocolate Chip while Carol ordered her favorite, Double Chocolate, and Heather and Sheri ordered Cookies and Cream. Several boys stopped by as we waited for our ice cream. I recognized them from the party the other night and they remembered me. Within minutes they had joined us at the table. One of the boys, Brad, sat close to me, and kept moving in closer every few minutes. The boys invited us to go with them to a party at a friend’s house. We thanked them but declined. When we finished our ice cream we said goodbye to the boys and left. They were clearly disappointed that we had refused their offer to party. Sheri dropped us off at the house and continued on to Heather’s.

Mom and Aunt Jessica were watching TV when we came in. We sat and watched with them for a little while until the news came on. Then Carol and I went upstairs. She helped me to undress and loosened my corset an inch. I unzipped her dress and she went to her bedroom. I was really tired but I had to remove my makeup and wash my under-things before going to bed. When I finally climbed into bed, I felt exhausted and I was asleep in minutes.

 

(continued in Chapter 5)

 

 

 

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