Janet Wheeler
by: Karen Anne Summerfield
© June 1998

 

I was panicking, the front door had just closed and feet were rapidly coming up stairs! There was no hiding place that I could reach before I was discovered! "Wha...?" Debbie, my nineteen-year-old sister was three feet into her room when she stopped, staring at me and the reflection in her vanity mirror. I was frozen to inaction, but sensed that I was trembling at her discovery.

Moving slowly until she faced me, I watched her blue eyes scan me head to toes and back, look about her room then focus on me again. I tried to read her face, but it had turned completely neutral - a real poker face. Without looking, her hand reached, found the desk chair and pulled it under so she could sit with her knees almost touching my thigh where I was on her vanity stool.

Her silence caused me to feel extremely uncomfortable. After a couple of minutes, I elected that there was nothing I could say to initiate conversation. I thought to cap the open mascara in my manicured hand and place it on the top of the vanity. Her eyes followed my red nails then re-focused on my face.

"You must have picked a name, what is it?"

"Janet," I managed to whisper.

"Well... Janet, I think you and I should have a nice talk, a very long talk. Don't you agree?"

What else could I say but, "Yes"?

My sister gave a slight shrug, "I'll start first, OK? Terri's Aunt took ill while I was visiting for the weekend, so our plans were canceled. I came back, ending my weekend much earlier than I'd planned. ...Obviously much earlier than you planned for either."

She looked closely at me again, her eyes lingering on the red satin bra, matching panties and garter belt, scanned my black nyloned legs, the red, three-inch pumps on my feet then returned to my face. Taking a deep breath, "When I saw what you'd done, I was really pissed with you. I thought I had some evidence to establish guilt and was going to shove that in your face. I don't think I can accuse you of much more than using my make up, can I, and prove it?"

I picked up the mascara tube, I was feeling just a bit more confident, and offered it toward her. "At some other time you might have a case, Debbie." She looked at the end of tube and set it on her vanity. "I'm guilty of using your room without your permission, nothing else today."

She knew I was right, nothing I'd on, none of the makeup spread on her vanity not even the bobby pins holding the pink curlers in my hair were hers that afternoon. At some previous time, she would have had plenty of evidence that her brother was playing in and with her things. "Seems that I have jumped to an incorrect conclusion, haven't I?"

Standing, she began to undress, "You don't mind if I use my room to undress while you do whatever you were doing when I made an untimely appearance?" There was no sarcasm that I could read in her tone. Sneaks, socks, sweatshirt and jeans in a pile, Debbie didn't even pause to slip off her bra and her panties. I could not remember when she'd been that naked in my presence. Causally, as if I weren't there, she went to her dresser and found a pair of black panties.

"Gonna take a shower... Sis." Debbie went in her bathroom and closed its door.

This encounter with my sister was a little unnerving. I had imagined various scenes if she or, worse, our parents ever came home and discovered Janet instead of David, their eighteen year old brother and son. None of those imaginings matched what was going on.

I resumed applying my makeup, trying to think of her next move, or even mine. Emerging in just her bikinis and her full breasts bouncing, Debbie went to her closet.

"Tell me what else you were going to wear after you'd finished your makeup, Sis, so I can dress accordingly. I don't want to spoil your day by picking them."

"Er... your fake, red leather mini and the lacy, white blouse - the high necked one."

Coming from her closet, she tossed the skirt on her bed, "This the blouse you meant?"

"Yes."

She looked at me then laid it beside the skirt.

Debbie dressed by her closet after putting on a black bra and sheer black pantihose. After putting on a long sleeve, white crepe blouse and her black leather mini, she sat next to me again. I capped the red lipstick and began removing the rollers. She watched quietly until all were on the vanity in their plastic bag. My dark brown hair is the same shade as hers only shorter. I teased it some, lightly brushed it smooth to turn under below my ears and in back then I fluffed my very full bangs and smoothed them to just above my plucked and penciled brows. Still quiet, she watched, poker faced, as I put on the blouse and managed the tiny, closely spaced buttons up the back from my bra strap to the high ruffle edge collar. Standing, I pulled up the mid-thigh length skirt, closed it then pulled the blouse smooth from underneath.

"Your bra shows through and the tops of your stockings are going to show when you sit, Janet."

"Your bra shows too, you know."

She grinned at me, "I know.

"Model for me." I walked slowly to the door, turned and walked back, pointing my toes and aligning my feet. Debbie wrinkled her lip.

"Once you dressed, what were your plans before I interrupted you?"

"I was going to go to the mall, if I still had the courage. I've only managed to find it once and couldn't manage to get beyond the entrance before chickening out and coming home."

"What were you afraid of? Someone thinking you weren't a pretty girl? That is really a pretty silly thought you know?

"If I were beside you, there, would that help?" Debbie offered.

"Probably that would help a lot, Debbie. Would you do that for me?"

"Just a minute." She found her scissors and moved around me, snipping hair from where it curled under. "Turn." The scissors snipped my bangs in an arc across my forehead.

"You do this yourself?" she referred to my hairdo. I told her I had. "Very good. It fits you too."

"Have you got a purse and jewelry or do you use mine?"

"I have a new purse and a pair of earrings I was going to try." I reached for the small red leather shoulder bag on the floor beside her vanity, set it in my lap and took out the card with the two red, plastic clip-on domes. These on my ears, I put my makeup in the new purse."

"May I?" I handed it to her. Debbie looked through all it contained and opened the wallet. Counting the money first, she looked to see my real license and the phony card I'd made. "Janet Wheeler, cute, has a nice ring, but you can't be my sister."

"Why not. I am and I want to be!" I protested.

"Calm down. For sure no one is going to recognize you as a boy, much less Debbie's brother, but acknowledge that the chances of meeting one of my friends there on a Saturday afternoon are pretty high. How am I to introduce you, 'This is my sister, Janet'? Ain't gonna fly very far, is it?

"How about, this is my cousin from Vermont? We've vacationed there enough times, that you should be able to carry a conversation about your town. You're visiting," she offered.

"How about I'm staying with you while my folks are vacationing in., Europe. Then we'll have an answer when we meet them again?"

Debbie scowled, "I haven't said this is more than a one short deal.... We'll go with your story, OK?"

She stepped into a pair of black pumps and checked in her black purse. "You look better than 'just fine', cuz'. Let's go?"

I was excited. This was a dream coming true - to go out as Janet with my beautiful sister at my side. I was starting a very high, high!

By the downstairs closet Debbie questioned, "It's cold, what were you going to use for a coat?"

"Your long black leather one?"

Shaking her head, Debbie vetoed that, "Uh, unh. I'm wearing my coat. Wait." She went upstairs and was back done again quickly. "You can wear this."

My sister offered a brand new, black leather cape lined in white satin and pulled off the store tags before lifting it about my shoulders. "It can button down the front, but I'm only going to let you do the top one." Debbie closed it below my chin. "You'll attract attention and this way everyone can get to see your pretty outfit," she grinned.

The cape only reached the tops of my hips, just about to my wrists. It swished noisily as I followed her out to her car parked in the driveway. Debbie was right, it was cold and I drew the cape about me, but this did nothing to stop the wind from blowing up in my brief skirt and whipping my nyloned legs. It felt great!

Sitting beside her on the bucket seat, I was very aware that half of the dark stocking tops were exposed and tried, without success, to make the skirt long enough to cover them. She slapped my hand.

"Stop that! If you choose to wear a skirt that short, never draw attention to yourself by trying to make it magically grow longer. Accept the fact that in a mini, your legs will show. That IS the idea!" Though having so much of a leg show bothered me, I stopped my silly actions - Debbie was right, of course.

Before getting out when she had parked, we chatted about what I might like to buy, I only wanted to walk around and enjoy being a girl. "OK, accepted. I want you to do that and show me you can walk normally. If you see something, why not buy it? You have over two hundred dollars in your purse." Debbie was getting out and I did the same, joining her while she waited for me. With Debbie setting a moderate pace, we walked side by side into the mall.

It was crowded and we'd been lucky finding a place so close to park. Almost instantly, I was very aware of the eyes that fell over me and I trembled. "Relax already, Janet. They are just checking out two attractive girls and not just you."

Debbie and I had walked through several clothing stores before I'd begun to relax. Looking at some denim skirts, I heard, "Hey, Debbie." The girl who'd called was behind another rack.

"Hi, Donna. Hey, Tom," my sister called names of a couple of her friends that I'd both met as my other self. I kept my back toward them as they chatted and moved to the next rack, trying to put a little more distance between us. Debbie had other ideas. Seeing that I'd moved farther away, she had brought them over, right behind me.

"Janet, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of mine." I was shaking. Why was she doing this to me? Very nervous and fearing discovery, I still forced myself to turn to face them.

"Janet, this is my friend, Donna and her boyfriend, Tom."

"Hi," was all I could manage. Desperately, seeing Tom's eyes fall on my legs, I wanted my skirt to grow!

"Janet's my cousin from Vermont, ski country. She's staying with us for awhile."

"Hi, Janet." Donna gave me a nice smile. "Welcome to Middleboro."

Tom was still checking me out and grinning. Elbowing his ribs, "Watch it, Big Guy. You're taken," Donna joked.

"Hey, hi ya doin', Janet." With Donna's notice, he'd stopped looking at my legs and grinned to my face.

"Tom was just going to buy me a Coke. Why don't you join us?"

"Love to. Come on, Janet?" I wanted absolutely no part of this, but saw no easy way out without raising questions. Very reluctantly, I moved toward the corridor and got on Debbie's far side.

"How you like Jersey so far? Quite a change from the back woods and all, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Donna. It's... a... different. We really do have civilization there, but no malls as big as this one and a lot less people."

"How long you going to be staying?" Tom asked.

"Don't know. Just got here yesterday. My folks are in Europe for a few months. Vacation and work, Dad's got some kinda business connections he's trying to work out." Even talking to a guy, I was starting to feel a bit better and not quite as nervous.

"That's a really nice cape and outfit, Janet. At least you have someplace up there to get nice clothes."

"Actually they're my cousin's, Donna. Back home, I mostly dress in jeans and flannel shirts. It's nice of her to let me dress up for a change." That didn't come out too badly at all, I thought.

In the food court we got our sodas and moved to a table when another girl called to Donna then greeted Debbie and Tom. There were two, but I didn't remember if knew them. "Join us?" Damn! Just when I was relaxing a bit!

The girls were Amber and Rosa, a blonde and a Hispanic. Moving away from Tom, I felt more comfortable sitting between them, I just wished Debbie wasn't on the other side of the table. After the introductions and explaining my presence, Amber smiled at me, moving her eyes from my stocking tops to my face.

"What do you do, Janet?"

"Do?" I wasn't catching on - I was too nervous!

"You know, like work, school?"

OK, fake something. "I graduated from high in June. Worked at a camp ground all summer, teaching crafts. There isn't much in the way of jobs up there."

"You looking for a job here?" Rosa asked.

"Maybe, if something comes up?" I answered.

"Can you use a computer?"

"Sure. We do have electricity, running water and indoor plumbing in Vermont too." Making a joke that sent Debbie into a giggle fit.

"We have an opening where I work," Rosa said, "for a pretty girl with basic office skills. Want me to set you up for an interview?"

I felt a toe stroke my leg, glancing over, I saw Debbie give me a slight nod. I shrugged, "Sure. Why not? I can use work and I'll never get it just sitting on my butt.

"What kind of job is it, Rosa?" I inquired further.

"Receptionist. The regular one is leaving and they just said, Friday, they were going to look for a temporary replacement for a couple of months, I think.

"Who knows, in few months they might have something else pop up and if they like you, maybe they'll keep you on."

"What's the dress code?"

"You haven't got the job yet, Cousin. Don't go spending lots of money on a new wardrobe 'til you do," my sister advised.

"Well, it's not jeans and sweatshirts, that's fer shure. They like their receptionist to make a good initial impression. We can wear pants, but, unless they change things for the new girl, it's always been dresses, skirts and heels for that position. They don't let any of us below the manager level wear a suit."

"If it's just skirts and dresses, Janet, you can borrow from my things until you get your paychecks and start building your wardrobe up."

"Rosa, if you can set up an interview, what should I wear for it?" My mind was going into overdrive. Could I really pull off such a stunt? What if I actually was offered a job, if Janet were offered a job?

She had a wide mouth and her smile made it wider. Her black eyes danced over me, "I think I'd keep that skirt in the closet. Nothing wrong with stockings, but they might want you to either get longer ones or a little longer skirt." She searched her purse for a paper then in her wallet.

Rosa extended her palm toward me, "Give me some change for the phone, I'll call Jenny, she's personnel and see if I can set something up right now for Monday." I gave Rosa a handful of coins and she left.

Suddenly, exactly what I was doing struck me. "Debbie, what are your parents going to say about this?"

Her smile vanished too. "Well, we'll just have to see, won't we? They aren't due back 'til late Tuesday." She shrugged, "We'll just have to see, Janet."

Everyone chatted and I sat silently, hoping to get the job and worrying of the consequences if I did. I saw Rosa returning and give me a big thumbs up from across the room.

"None o'clock, Monday morning, Janet. Need a ride?"

"That would be great, but you shouldn't go out of your way or be late for me."

"I don't live far from Debbie's and I got permission to be late, as I guessed you might not have a car here."

"Jenny suggested a dark dress might be appropriate. I did tell her what you're wearing now," Rosa giggled. "She said if you like to show your legs in public, that's a real plus and she expects to see them Monday."

Tom offered, "They are great legs too, Janet." He got rewarded for his compliment with another hard elbow in his ribs.

Debbie signaled me to get up. "What time Monday, Rosa?" She told us that she'd pick me up at eight thirty. "Thanks a lot. See you then." Amber, Donna and Tom all wished me luck.

In the corridor, I turned to my sister, "Debbie, this is crazy. What about Mom and Dad?"

She faced me with a serious look. "You aren't happy with the way Dad's been riding you about not having gotten a real job since school let out, are you? Mom... I don't think there's any problem. Anyway, we've the weekend to work it out if you get the job. If you don't, then it's back to jeans and flannel. You will hate yourself the rest of your life, Janet, if you don't at least try and give it your damned best shot."

"Debbie?" It was Amber's voice behind us - right behind! Startled, we both turned. Amber gave me kind of a once over look, before facing my sister, "Listen, I came after you, I didn't want to say anything in front of the others. I think I can help your, sister." She gave me a little smile.

I think Debbie's mouth gapped more than mine, causing a nervous giggle from Amber. "You both can tell me to butt out, but I know and I'm offering to help."

Facing me, the back of her hand rubbed my face upward against the grain of my light beard. Though I'd shaved very closely, I could feel her skin catch the very fine stubble that you could not see. Amber had just confirmed that, indeed, she did know. "We met last summer, at your house for a barbecue, when you were in your jeans and flannel shirt phase, Janet. I don't forget... cute... people." Only then did I remember her. We'd only talked a very little before I'd gone out with my friends.

"May I join you 'til you are finished shopping and then we can go to my place and let me work some magic?"

I needed to sit and compose myself. Uncontrollably, my eyes filled, but I did manage to keep the tears that welled up in them from spilling out and ruining my makeup. With my eyes closed, I was just managing. A soft hand above my knee caused me to jump. It was Amber, seated next to Debbie and me was settling in on the other side.

"Janet, I'm sorry. Truly, I am," she offered.

Politely, I slid her hand off my thigh and kept mine on top of hers as I pressed it to the wood. I patted her hand. "What gave me away?' I barely managed a whisper.

"I told you, I remember cute girls. Very, very few, if any, others would even look except to admire or ogle a pretty girl like you, Janet."

"Please, there was more? I must know? Do not spare the details?

Her other hand's nails stroked my eyebrow. "I'm a beautician, a hairdresser. These were hastily plucked and incorrectly. Just hours ago, they were even thicker and, for such a pretty girl, they are still too thick. I, personally, do not subscribe to the early Madonna look.

"Let's not continue this, now, I will later. I want to strongly recommend a few things, Janet. Tell me to get the fuck out of your life, if you want, but at least listen. Get your ears pierced, get a nice 'little black dress' with accessories and last, let me give you the works for your interview. If you can't do one & two, at least let me do three, no charge, my treat!" She moved and kissed my cheek, sending a thrill through me. "I want to, Janet. Please trust me?"

"I think getting your ears pierced will add a lot to your credibility, Janet. I also think you should take Amber up on her offer," Debbie encouraged.

"Amber, just let me think this through?" I needed to calm. It was coming too fast.

"If you think too long you'll come up with a hundred imaginary reasons NOT to do it." Amber grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Come on, you're getting your ears pierced.

"Coming, Debbie?"

"You bet."

They steered me to the kiosk and, before I could resist, I had two round, silver studs in my left ear and one in my right.

"I know where they have the perfect dress, Janet." When Amber showed us the dress, Debbie agreed that it was every girl's, perfect, 'little black dress', one that goes with just about any occasion: black knit sheath, long sleeves and a turtleneck on a form fitting, mini length dress. She bought an identical one for herself.

"You can wear some of my sterling jewelry, but I'll want it all back, let's see if we can find you pretty heels to go with the dress."

The shoes my sister and Amber settled on, over my protests that the five-inch spikes were too high, were polished, black calf pumps with ankle straps.

After agreeing to cooking supper at Amber's from her larder, to give Amber more time to work on me, Debbie followed as I rode with Amber to her house.

"Will you answer a question for me, Janet? Why do you do it, dress as a girl?" Amber asked.

"I don't think I can explain it. I can't explain all of it to myself. Since I was three, when I snuck into my mother's closet and tried on her shoes, I've been doing something to dress or look like, to be a girl. Since I was so young, it's not a sex thing, some forbidden fantasy. Strange though, even at three I knew enough to keep it my secret and not ever tell anyone. Inside, I want to be a girl."

"Do you wank your weenie when you think about Janet?" I couldn't help laugh at her euphemism.

"No. The other guys all talk about it and having sex with girls, screwing them. They make it a real big deal, talking about how big they are and how hard they get. In all honesty, I've never jerked off. I don't get hard like they make it out to be." Amber gave me a very questioning look. "You don't believe me."

"Yes, I do. Why would you want to lie to me, especially about that? Have you ever talked to your doctor about it?"

"Yeah, as much as I can talk about Janet to anyone else."

"You're talking to me?"

"You're are different. You know, like I don't have to be afraid of how you'll throw up or punch me out if you found out I want to be a girl. The guys beat one of the other kids so badly that he was taken away in an ambulance, just 'cause they decided he was... queer, a fag they called him. He never returned to school."

Amber lightly rested her hand on my thigh again, "You're OK. Mean that, Janet. I won't throw up or beat you. Do you like boys?"

Amber had a very special way; today I'd say it's an aura that she radiated. I was perfectly calm talking to her, at ease like I'd never been in anyone else's presence. "No, guys do nothing for me.... That's wrong. Actually they upset me, all their bragging bullshit, feeling superior, acting macho and always trying to best each other. The way they think of girls makes me want to upchuck. I want to be a girl and be with other girls. Does that make sense, Amber?"

"Perfect sense to me." Her hand left my thigh to pull in her driveway and park.

"Come on in, Janet."

With Debbie, Amber showed us her nice ranch style house and her attached salon. Nice - I thought the beauty business must be good for her. We ended in her bedroom.

"Want to change into something less comfortable, Janet?" Amber grinned broadly.

"I caught what you said, Amber. Exactly what do you mean?"

"I want to give you a total makeover. That includes some character development. Based on what you've told me and my reading, a bit, between the lines, I think you'd like it if you were controlled by another girl. I'd like to dress you in some of my things before I start on the makeover. I want you to feel completely helpless and under my control. Game?"

I was at the same time thrilled and very excited by this tall blonde girl and a bit frightened. "How uncomfortable?"

"I'll dress you extra pretty. I'll not hurt you, but you'll hurt if you fight or struggle much. Once you are totally helpless, I'll do your makeover."

Debbie had the button on my skirt undone and its zipper pulled down. "To hell with cooking. My treat. I'm calling out for pizza. I want to watch this." Amber's fingers were unbuttoning my blouse.

"You can treat."

"You're the hostess."

Feeling naked though I still had my undies and heels on, I let Amber wrap a red and black satin corset about my torso and hook its busk. She unclipped my garter belt and fastened the corset's ten garters to hold up my stockings.

"Debbie, get her new dress and shoes. I want to see how she'll look on Monday for her interview, please?" Amber quickly laced four inches from my middle and tied off. "Complain how tight that is and I'll take another two inches out of you. Understood?"

"Should I address you as 'Mistress'?" I was already hurting and not enjoying this.

She slapped each of my rear cheeks, "Want to be a smart ass? I'll make your ass smart, Girl!" She hit there twice more.

Debbie returned and they dressed me in my dress and new shoes. I was surprised that, as high as the heel were, that I could manage with little difficulty in five-inch heels.

"Take her hand." Amber gripped one. I was led to her salon.

In the chair, Amber and Debbie strapped me tightly with white leather, at my waist, lap, above my false breasts then each of my forearms to the arms of the chair and my legs together and to the chair. Amber held up a large, pink rubber ball fitted with a strap.

"I don't want any comments or chatter. Open, Janet." She forced it most of the way in then hit it hard with the heel of her hand until it plopped past my teeth. Debbie was right there to buckle the strap under my hair. Next, was a stiffly boned collar of black leather that tilted my head with my chin lifted, which she tightly laced. I could barely move my head in any direction.

"Amber, turn her so she can't see what you do and don't tell her. Let's have her pleasantly surprised?"

"Any restrictions you wish to place on what I do to her?" Amber asked.

"Absolutely none! Make her very attractive."

"What do you say, Janet?"

Gagged, of course I could answer. Debbie spoke for me, "I think she said, 'Free rein', Amber."

In the next fifteen minutes, I was tilted over the rim of a portable sink for a shampoo, rinse then something foul smelling was worked into my hair. It burned my scalp.

Left like that a few minutes, Amber went to converse with my sister. I heard Debbie say, "Go for it!" They returned laughing, obviously at their plans for me. Whatever was in my hair was rinsed out.

Still over the sink, Amber used a hook, which reminded me of one that my grandmother used to crochet, to pull some of my hair through a piece of plastic. Very carefully, she worked different solutions into my hair.

"Debbie, you can help if you want to by removing her nail polish."

"Sure."

Still tilted, Amber went to work on my brows. "When you plucked earlier, you probably didn't know, except for strays, you do it all from under sides, Janet. Until they grow back, they will be thinner than I want because you also plucked on top." Seemingly done, she removed all my makeup.

Amber rubbed a cream into my face. "This is a sample from the salesgirl of a new product. I've only enough for a couple of applications, but it's supposed to be enough." Amber, still wearing latex, surgical gloves, was rubbing the thick cream onto my face; she even worked her fingers under the tight gag strap. "I've never learned electrolysis, but if this works as claimed, those girls will need a new skill." The tips of her pinkies smeared it where she'd plucked my brows.

"Debbie, if you can, manicure the cuticles, please?"

"Got it. Can do."

My face and eyebrows burned. I mewed to indicate my discomfort and the implied permanence of just what Amber seemed to be doing. Her response was, "It will stop soon. Be quiet."

Another few rinses, first the hair outside the plastic then what had been under it after Amber had pulled the plastic off. With my hair toweled dry and my face washed, I finally was sat upright.

Debbie chuckled, "Even with her hair wet, Janet is looking very attractive, Amber."

"I'm working on it."

My posture collar was strapped tightly to the headrest on the chair, allowing me even less movement. Amber spent a few minutes teaching Debbie how to fit plastic forms to my fingertips, under the ends of my fingernails. "You mix this powder with the solvent, glue and hardener and carefully paint it on her nails and on top of the forms. Don't worry about neatness on the plastic, but do so around the edges of her nails. It's a real bitch to remove if you're sloppy, Debbie, so be careful."

With a blow dryer, teasing brush and scissors, Amber went to work on my hair as Debbie applied the thick, milky fluid onto my fingernails. I wanted to ask questions, I wanted to talk, but, of course, could not.

I felt Amber lift the hair from the side of my head, "Go for it?" Debbie laughed and big clumps of hair fell away over my ear. They continued to fall around back then up over my other ear. Clipping my hair up, Amber placed hot, wet cloths to where she'd just cut and these were replaced by lather. She was shaving there! It felt like a two-inch wide band that she shaved close on the sides and a little more in back.

Debbie commented, "Kinky, Amber, really kinky!" and giggled more.

I could see nothing but their grinning faces, as they would come into view because of the way I had been restrained. Debbie worked on my nails with guidance from Amber and Amber finished my hair. Very carefully, Amber glued individual 'permanent' lashes all around my eyes, upper and lower lids and placed lots of them.

"These last about a month. Every three weeks, or so come in for a refill. Your nails will need filling and maintenance then too, beyond taking care of their polish, Janet." Amber instructed.

"Janet, I'm going to take out your gag so I can do the makeup. No talking, OK?" I gave the barest nod and blinked my heavy lids. It was all I could do. Oh, that felt great to have out and to work my jaws to ease the strain and cramps from being stretched so widely.

My makeup, it was a lot, apparently completed, Amber went to work with Debbie on my new nails. I couldn't tell for sure, but the nails felt long and heavy on the tips of my fingers.

"All done." Amber cheerily announced and all my restraints fell away and the posture collar was removed so I could move my head again. Together, they helped me to stand and balance on my heels.

Motioning me to the mirrors, she said, "You can look at the new you, Janet."

Having felt all of what was being done to me, I knew most of what to expect. I'd curved talons of hot, fluorescent pink extending well over an inch beyond my fingertips, long, thick forests of lashes surrounding my eyes, exotic makeup with thin, sharply penciled crescent brows. High gloss, lipstick to match my nails, blended to white in the middle and outlined in red. Amber hadn't spared the eye shadows in dark green blending to bright greens to gold then pale gold. Neither had she gone sparingly with the black eyeliner around my eyes. My big shock though, was my hair!

Amber had made me a redhead! It was now basically a medium auburn shade with pale brass high lights and tips of my very full bangs. While it was in the same basic style as I'd done it, I was bald shaved in a band around and over my ears! This shaved area was less than I'd guessed to be, perhaps an inch above the tops of my ears, but that line continued at the same level around the back where she had to shave much more there to maintain it.

Seeing my NOT pleased expression as I lifted my hair around my head to examine what she'd done, Amber said, "No complaints! It will grow back unless you want me to apply the same cream there as I did for your facial hair, Janet."

Not feeling at all happy, I faced my sister, "Why did you do this to me?"

"I think it best you face exactly what you are, Janet, accept the attractive girl you are and really want to be."

"I never said I wanted to look like some cyber freak, Debbie."

Amber answered, "No, you didn't. You gave me free rein." There was no point in arguing that I hadn't. "You are beginning to look as I'd like you to, Janet."

She went to a cabinet and searched the shelves. Pulling a long tail of hair that matched my new base color from a plastic sleeve, "Turn around." She fit the comb on the long fall in my hair, high, under what remained and added lots of bobby pins. "I like your hair the way I cut it. This will help you to get used to what I like and feel a bit better, Janet."

I moved to the mirror, feeling a thousand percent better upon seeing and feeling the crotch length, straight fall down my back. "Thank you. That means a lot... right now, Amber."

She made a face, but it vanished as she shrugged. "Originally Debbie was doing dinner," giggling, "Sounds like 'Debbie Does Dallas'? Doesn't matter. Then, you were to call out for pizza. I'm hungry. You have enough of your own money to take me to dinner as your payment, Janet?"

"I've eighty-two dollars and change in my purse. You are welcome to whatever that will buy."

Her smile was a strange one as she looked at me all over. "How's the corset?"

It hurt. It had been hurting. "Tight, Amber."

"Good.

"OK. I know a Chinese restaurant you may take your sister and me to."

"Amber, I'm butting out," Debbie stated.

"Keep her as long as you want. Please, don't screw up her job opportunity on Monday. It means a lot, in more ways than one." She picked up her purse.

Taking my hands in hers, I felt something pressed into my palm as she kissed me lightly on my cheek, "I want you home when I get there, after work, Monday." She'd given me a hundred dollars.

Still with her face near mine, "Any problem with that, Amber?"

"None. Good to see you again, Deb'. I'll see she goes to her interview and is home on time."

Facing me once again, "You going to be OK on your own, all alone with a woman, Janet?"

I gave the best answer I had, "I'll behave, Debbie. Thanks."

Debbie laughed, "I never doubted you would behave. Amber will see to that.

"Nights." With another kiss and she was gone.

Amber was already shedding her jeans, "Use the bathroom."

I emerged to see her with my purse putting makeup in it. Amber, in a blue, raunched satin sheath moved past me to use it to. "Your sister left her coat for you and took the cape. I'd have preferred that, but wasn't causing scenes. Ready?"

"Amber, I know it’s awful presumptuous to ask, May I borrow some jewelry, please?"

She moved to the ornate box atop her dresser. "I should have thought of that and offered. My apologies." She placed three graduated, sterling, herringbone necklaces about my turtleneck and a mesh banded, silver toned watch on my left wrist. "You can keep the watch. I don't wear it anymore." Bangles were placed on my right wrist and Amber found several silver rings that fit.

"That enough or you want more?" Not waiting my reply, she pushed a ring on my right ring finger.

As I rode, I asked, "Amber, please tell me what you want me to do to please you?"

"In time, Pet, in time. Right now, I want you to just be Janet and enjoy all the fun of being the very attractive girl that you are."

We reached the restaurant. "Table for three in your name. Do it." Three?

We checked our coats and I managed to the table. "Wait for permission to sit, Janet," she whispered then gave it, "You may be seated."

We took the offered menus and Amber dismissed the hostess. "With the back of your left hand, flip your tail forward, over your left shoulder." I did, earning a smile. "Good girl.

"When standing, I want your long hair down in back, outside your coat, if you are wearing one. When sitting, I want it as it now."

The hostess reappeared with Rosa right behind her. "Oh, Wow! Don't you look fantastic, Janet." Her hand lifted my hair on the side to check.

"Amber you are a terrible kink! This had to be your idea?"

"Janet, I asked Rosa to come to brief you more on the office and all that goes on there. I think she can help."

"Sure can, but I don't know about how they'll feel about your new hairdo.

"You going to let her wear the fall, Amber?"

"Fer shure."

Rosa was a big help and I was thankful. Amber and I got back to her house near midnight after a great night together.

"Don't get crazy ideas that I'm going to let you sleep with me on our first date. Couch is there and pillows and stuff are in the hall closet. I'll find you a nightie."

Amber was in her room with the lights out by the time I'd removed all her jewelry, undressed, took off the fall, removed all traces of makeup and taken care of my ears. Wearing her long flannel nightie, I fell asleep quickly, despite all the day's excitement and did not awaken until she shook me at eight thirty.

"Up sleepy head."

"You can wear these. I'll make us breakfast while you use the bath and dress. Don't mess with your hair or putting on makeup, I'll teach you what I can so you can do it yourself after we eat."

What she'd brought me to wear would not be my choice of attire, a pair of loose jeans, oversized, gray sweatshirt printed front and back with some rock group's logo and a pair of bulky white socks. Amber was dressed pretty much the same.

When I sat she questioned, "You aren't corseted are you?"

"No, should I be?"

"If you want to please me, yes." As if reading my mind, "Maybe you don't feel pretty in what I gave you to wear, but it is what other girls wear around the house." She motioned to her outfit. "The only way to get accustomed to wearing a corset is to wear it, all of the time. I'll teach you how to lace yourself after. Eat."

"Amber, can you teach me how to get used to these too." I displayed my long nails. "They really take some serious adjusting to."

"Yup. You'll learn to do things differently."

Putting the corset back on then learning how to get it laced, just as tightly as the afternoon before, was a real struggle. In the salon, she started showing me how to put the fall back in and pin it so that it wouldn't come off, even if tugged hard. Her next lesson was to teach how to set my hair to achieve the smooth turned under look that she had the afternoon before. Once the rollers were in, I was made to re-shave the sides and back of my head. "Don't ever let me catch you with stubble there or you'll see how you look with no hair at all, Janet. I mean that."

She worked with me demonstrating different makeup techniques and tricks to achieve a wide variety of different looks from subtle to very dramatic, which is how I looked when we ended.

All Sunday afternoon, I helped Amber sort through her closets and drawers getting things cleaned out and organized and, at the same time, being rewarded with a mountain of clothes she either no longer wore or wanted from undies to a wool winter coat in black, with a hood. We carried everything to her car.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to deliver you home, Janet. There are some private things I still want to do today. Be sure to call Rosa to tell her where to pick you up in the morning and you better be damn sure to call me tomorrow night after you get the job."

Debbie and Amber helped me carry all the things that Amber had given me to my room and even put them away. Amber, not saying a word, started to stuff my male clothing into the plastic garbage bags that had just held what she'd given me.

"Amber! Stop! I need those! Mom and Dad will be home Tuesday! They can't see me, dressed as Janet."

She whirled around so fast and hit my corseted stomach so hard that I fell on the floor. "Don't be such a bimbo, Janet! They have to be told! What are you going to try to do each morning to go to work at your new job? Sneak out in jeans and try to find some place to transform into cute Janet. Stop being such a twit!

"You going to dye your red hair and try to hide the holes in your ears too?" She pulled me to my feet and steadied me.

"You made a commitment this weekend to be Janet. There is no going back!"

Debbie started to help stuff the bags. I just leaned against the wall, watching, until ALL of David's things had been placed in bags then helped to carry them to Amber's car. She softened when I closed the rear door on the last. Taking my hands, we faced, "If things do not workout as I hope they do, you don't get the job, your folks throw a shit fit, whatever, you call me, Janet." Her cheek just touched mine and Amber was pulling out of the driveway.

"I think you have a real friend there, Sis."

Monday, I was up, extra early. I was extremely tense, even after I dipletoried, so my body was hairless, tended my ears and shaved my head. I'd slept in the nightgown Amber had given me and with curlers in my hair as she'd told me to.

By eight fifteen, I was ready to begin my new life.

Finis

 

 

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