Lorelei
by Julie
It was a sunny Friday in April 1961; and I was walking home from school, 6th grade actually, when I waited at a street corner for the light to change. I looked up at the young woman next to me. She smiled, and I smiled back for she was quite pretty. She was a young woman between the age of 19 and 23 I guessed, and impeccably dressed and groomed. She wore a feminine white blouse with lacy accents, impressively accentuated by her considerable, pertly pointed bust, and a slim, pastel, flower print skirt down to mid-calf, and ankle strap black pumps. She had long, wavy dark brown hair, the softest, smoothest, creamiest complexion, and perfectly shaped, red rose-petal lips that curled into a smile that could melt butter as well as young boy's hearts.
"Hello" she said, softly.
My knees went weak, and I nearly dropped my books.
"Uh hi ", I muttered, as I felt my face begin to turn red.
She smiled sweetly, and giggled coquettishly sensing my shy embarrassment.
"Do you live around here?" She asked.
I could only nod, as my tongue was completely tied in a triple knot.
"I just moved in a few days ago. Perhaps you could help me get acquainted with the area. ' tell me where everything is, and about my neighbors."
I eagerly nodded, looking up at her; as she stood about 6 inches taller in her heels, than my slight 5 foot one inch frame.
"Well I just live a few houses down over here." She stated, giggling softly liltingly beguilingly. "If you have a few minutes, maybe you could help educate me over tea. Do you like tea or would you prefer milk?"
Half of me was jumping up and down, and the other half was paralyzed with shyness in the presence of this angelic goddess of femininity. I was so conflicted with emotions my lips forgot to move; and she laughed liltingly again as the light changed; and we began crossing the street together.
It was just a short walk to her downstairs apartment; and we entered into her spotless, neatly arranged kitchen, which was exactly as I would expect it to be. The curtains were lacy and feminine, and everything seemed dainty and delicate.
She told me her name was Lorelei Serena Svengal. Her last name seemed rather odd, but her first and middle were pretty, and seemed to suit her.
I began to tell here of the store locations and all that, as she prepared tea. The teapot, cups and saucers, and linen napkins were all so delicately feminine.
We talked as she sat next to me at the table, and she asked about the neighborhood, and about me, my school, and my family.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She inquired, making my face burn hot as I shyly shook my head.
"No?" I would think such an attractive boy like you would have girls swooning all over him." She teased.
"Uh no uh I danced with a girl once." I admitted.
Why I blurted that I don't know.
"Oh . I bet she was pretty." She said, smiling. "And I bet she wore a pretty party dress? Did you like her dress?"
I nodded, my face about to burst in flames.
"Tell me how did she look." She implored.
I proceeded to describe the sandy blonde girl, and her frothy, girlie dress; and she listened intently to every detail.
We talked for about 15 minutes, and I was totally happy and content to chat about anything as long as I could be the sole beneficiary of her lovely feminine presence and attention.
"I guess it's about time you get home. Your mother will wonder where you are. But I'd like to ask a big favor. Could you come back tomorrow morning? I have a few things I need some help with. Maybe you could come over and have breakfast with me. Do you like pancakes?"
I felt my body jumping up and down on the inside again; and this time I wasn't so paralyzed with shyness.
"Sure I'd be happy to ' And I love pancakes." I happily replied.
I was in nirvana as I skipped the rest of the way home.
Saturday morning I washed up more completely than usual, and left for Lorelei's at five minutes to eight, eager to spend as much time with her as possible.
She was looking impeccably pretty as yesterday when she opened the door, with the same entreatingly delightful smile.
It was totally wonderful as she shared her breakfast of pancakes and eggs.
The conversation turned to school and she asked about the girls in my class, and who I thought was pretty. I, of course, informed her that none of the girls could hold a candle to how pretty she was. Her cheeks flushed slightly pink making her appear even more alluring and angelic.
After breakfast she had me move a few boxes in her closet and bedroom for her; and as I turned around, she opened one of the boxes, and held up a girl's blouse and jumper.
"Andy I have a huge favor to ask." She pleaded. "I bought a few things for my niece and now I'm not sure I got the right size. I know you are exactly the same size as her. Would you be so sweet, and try some of her things on for me? I would be ever so grateful."
"I uh uh I'm uh I don't know " I stammered, stunned at this request.
I stood motionless, like a deer caught in headlights. Her voice was so silky soft, and imploring I had trouble denying her anything but I also felt terrified at the thought of putting on girl clothes in front of her even though I HAD secretly toyed with wearing a few girlish items alone in my bedroom.
"You have the prettiest blue eyes and eyelashes. I bet you'd make a very pretty girl. I know you are brave and confident, and surely won't feel threatened by just clothes. Besides, I think it will be fun seeing how you might have looked as a girl won't it? Please won't you do this little thing for me?"
I couldn't help it, as I nodded in acquiescence. How bad could a blouse and skirt be?
"Oh WONDERFUL!" She happily exclaimed. "You are such a dear ... and so brave."
Lorelei pulled some things from the box, and pushed them at me as she herded me toward her bathroom.
"Here, get undressed, and then put these on." She directed.
I looked down at pretty nylon panties and a half-slip as I was reluctantly pushed along; and I soon found myself in the bathroom alone feeling obligated now to go through with this. I felt excited as I looked at the white, lace-trimmed panties with the ribbon bows at the legs, and the lace-trimmed slip but fearful of wearing them out of the bathroom in front of her. I tingled as I quickly undressed, and then hesitantly slipped into the silky, girlie panties, and stepped into the cool, milky white slip; and then shook with trepidation as I turned the door handle ... and stepped out.
Lorelei smiled sweetly, easing my fears.
"Put your arms out." She directed, holding up a smallish, white training bra!
I did as she said; and she whispered encouragement and her delight at my cooperation as she slipped the girlie unmentionable around my chest, and fastened it in back. She softly squealed with delight as she turned me around to look me over.
"I think a full slip will work better." She remarked, and produced a beautiful, long, milky-white, nylon garment with the most-girlish floral lace, and proceeded to slip the silky-smooth nylon over my head, until the shiny ribbon straps settled over my shoulders, and the lacy hem at the bottom of the full skirted slip danced below my knees.
She had me step out of the half-slip as she fetched the white blouse and pink jumper. She had me stretch out my arms again as she slipped the soft, delicate blouse on, and buttoned it up the back, while I trembled, looking down past the pretty floral lace showing through the blouse at the lacy tiers and pretty ribbon bow on the skirt of the full slip. Lorelei then slipped the pink jumper over my head, and zipped it in back. She stepped back, and smiled, as she looked me over.
"Oh yes! It's perfect! Oh and YOU look quite adorable!" She trilled, giggling gleefully.
I was blushing profusely, a bit overwhelmed at being completely underdressed along with the blouse and jumper. I was still struggling with mind numbing embarrassment when Lorelei pulled a wig on my head, and began combing it.
"Oh you make such a pretty girl!" She announced, pushing me over to stand in front of a mirror."
I was drawn into my own fantasy as I looked at the cute girl in the mirror with her sweet curls, lace around her rounded collar, and pretty daisies trimming the top and hem of her pink jumper.
"We just have to see how you look completely dressed. Let me get you a pair of anklets and shoes."
She had me sit, and slipped a pair of sissy lace-topped anklets on, followed by a pair of black shoes with a bow on the toes, and a strap, which she buckled at my instep.
Lorelei looked me over gleefully, sort of purring to herself.
"Here honey, let's just complete the picture shall we?" She said; and produced a white satin ribbon bow which she clipped to one side of the wig, and then applied a light coat of pink lipstick to my lips.
She then presented me to the girlie image in the mirror again.
I went weak all over and breathless, unable to speak. I looked like the prettiest, sissiest girl that I had sometimes, secretly imagined I could be all dressed up.
"Everything seems to fit like a glove! How are my niece's new things? Aren't they pretty?" Lorelei questioned.
"Yes they are very nice." I replied, nodding as I held the skirt of the jumper out, and then touching the pretty lace-edged collar of the blouse.
"I'm not sure she will look as pretty as you do in them though. You should have been a girl!" She gushed. "And look at you! And you blush so girlishly! You'd make such a darling girl. I bet you look as pretty right now as any of the other girls in your class don't you?"
I felt my face turning scarlet, and the urge to nod my head in agreement, but showed modesty in restraint.
"Andy umm We can't be calling you Andy now can we? Umm You look like a sweet Laurie Ann. Can we call you Laurie Ann?"
I nodded.
"Good! Laurie Ann, I have another really big favor to ask. I know this is a lot to ask but well you see I really need to buy my niece a pretty dress for Easter. It would be a huge help if you would come with me, and help me shop for one.
Go out shopping like this dressed as a sissy girl?
Lorelei giggled at my look of fear and shock.
"Oh it's not that bad. Just look at you! Nobody is going to recognize you as a boy. I bet your own mother wouldn't recognize you." She chided. "You really do look quite pretty ... and completely convincing as a girl."
"Won't you help me please ... please ple e a s s e." She begged.
I just couldn't bring myself to say no to her, and just hung my head, blushing, feeling girlishly weak and submissive.
"Oh good you can stay for lunch, and then we'll go shopping. You are such a sweet dear." She gushed, taking my silence for a yes, and gently hugging me.
Lorelei had me call home to ask my mother if it was all right if I had lunch with her, and then took the phone when Mom asked who she was.
"Hi Mrs. Jameson, my name is Miss Svengal. I'm new to the area, and will be starting as a substitute teacher. I met your son Andy, and asked him to help lift a few boxes and help me get settled. He offered to show me around town, as I have some shopping to do. I hope it's all right if he has lunch here and dinner too when we return from town; and then I'll send him right home."
It was ok with Mom and it felt weird as I talked to her dressed as a girl.
"Ok You know what? We have a few minutes before we fix lunch. What do you say we do a little polishing of your image as Laurie Ann? Let's see your nails. Hmm ... they could use a little shaping and a little polish." Lorelei suggested.
Before I knew it, we were sitting at the kitchen table, and she was clipping and filing my nails, shaping them; and then I sucked a little air when she brought out a bottle of pearl pink nail polish, and brushed the girlie color onto my fingernails.
"Lorelei, is this necessary?" I cried.
"Why Laurie Ann, such a pretty girl as you just HAS to have pretty nails. It just wouldn't be right otherwise." She replied sweetly, smiling that soft, endearing way she had.
"And why don't you call me Aunt Lorelei, especially when we are shopping this afternoon?" She sweetly implored.
I nodded.
I just melted as she held my hand as she finished making my nails girlishly pretty just like hers except her nails were long, and extra feminine.
"Oh you have pretty nails now. You have such delicate hands for a boy and just perfect for a pretty girl."
"You can help with lunch now. Here, let me help you put this apron on. You don't want to soil your pretty clothes."
She pulled out a very frilly, white, pinafore apron, and tied it with a large bow in back. I felt like Alice in Wonderland.
We joked and laughed as we washed the lettuce and vegetables for a nice salad, and made tuna sandwiches. She had me leave the apron on as we ate, to keep my clothes clean. The floppy lace straps floated so girlishly as I moved about as we ate; and then as we cleared the table, and did the dishes, with her washing, and me drying.
She was not only pretty, but funny, fun, and warm. She helped me off with the apron, folded it neatly, and then hugged me.
We went into the bathroom together to freshen up, where she combed her hair and my wig, and touched up her makeup, and applied a generous coat of pink lipstick to my lips.
She gathered her purse and a pretty, silky scarf as we moved toward the door. She looked me over, primping my blouse and curls, before tying the fluid, feminine scarf onto the strap of her purse to carry.
I was quite apprehensive, and shaking, as we walked out of her apartment out into public view. She took my hand, and squeezed it reassuringly.
We walked halfway to town, about 2 blocks, before my courage began to desert me as I noticed the attention we were drawing from people we passed. It was unnerving even though many of the people smiled at us. Lorelei seemed to sense my increased anxiety somehow, and put her arm around my shoulder, and smiled at me with that sweet, angelic smile of hers; and I felt safe.
There were lots of people in town shopping on Saturday afternoon; and "Aunt Lorelei" attracted a lot of attention, and many smiles from both men and women with her delightfully feminine beauty, and light, cheery attitude. I clung closely to her; and shriveled at thoughts of losing her, and being alone in these crowds dressed as a frilly girl.
I couldn't help feeling nervous and skittish as we walked amongst all the people, and I saw "Aunt Lorelei's" and my own reflection in the store windows; and then we stopped in front of "The Lady Fair Shoppe" "Lingerie & Foundations Boutique". The large display windows were filled with mostly white, lacy women's intimates, with strapped and gartered unmentionable garments; and we stood there, outside, studying them. I glanced furtively around, and saw people observing us looking at the feminine underwear, and felt my face burn with embarrassment. I took Lorelei's hand, and she led me through the door, into the sea of white frothy nylon, lace, and elastic; where we were greeted by a statuesque lady, whose posture made her appear to be well acquainted with some of the heavy foundation garments that were displayed.
"Hello ladies may I help you find something?" She greeted.
"Good afternoon, my niece, Laurie Ann, and I would like to look around. We need some new bras and panties." Lorelei sang her voice lilting so sweetly.
"Of course, this way please. You have a lovely young girl there, and such a pretty name. Is she the one looking for new garments?" The Lady inquired.
"We both are aren't we dear?" Lorelei asked.
"Yes, Aunt Lorelei", I replied.
Lorelei beamed proudly, looking down at me.
Lorelei was in no hurry, and was deliberate as she lifted a pretty pair of panties to inspect, and then displayed them for me to assess. I blushed as I commented on the lace, and overall prettiness of the panties, feeling the cool nylon, smooth ribbons, and soft lace between my girlish, pink tipped fingers. Goodness, we spent over ten minutes perusing numerous panties in both my size and her niece's, 5, and hers 6 until she had picked out three pretty, matching pairs. We then moved on to bras and looked at training bras first; and Lorelei took delight in holding them up to my chest, and asking my opinion on every detail. Finally, she chose a light blue bra with pretty snowflake-like lace on the cups and a sweet white ribbon bow with a blue flower between the flat cups and a snow white one with tiny pink and blue flowers on the cups and a pink ribbon bow. Oh my! I thought, what a lucky niece she has! We then found her size bras, 34 B, and leisurely examined all the styles, until she had me choose between a white satin bra with a red rose between the cups, and a white cotton one with a pink rosebud print and a white bow. They were both so pretty, but I chose the pink rosebud one. I was surprised at the cups. Were her breasts and were girl's breasts really so conical and pointed? We examined girdles as well both heavy girdles for women, and lighter, pretty ones for teens. We also browsed the pretty slips and petticoats with their feminine lace and ribbon trims, before Lorelei paid for the bras and panties; and we strolled out. Lorelei had the lady put her niece's panties and bras in a separate bag for me to carry!
We walked down the street with our pink "Lady Fair" bags; and I was feeling so girlish, not like I was a boy at all except for the feeling in the back of my mind of a peeping tom a peeping tom with a license to walk into lingerie boutiques to inspect and feel such girlie intimates, and go anywhere else girls go even their bathrooms! It was such an exhilarating feeling of excitement with just a tinge of danger of discovery.
We paused at several stores, even a jewelry store, to window shop and discuss the clothes and other pretty things on display; until we came to "Dahlia & Darling's", a large department store with a sizeable women and girls' section.
We entered, and were swallowed immediately into oceans of dresses. They were mostly full skirted, pretty, pastel dresses for Easter; and there were quite a few women and girls looking through the racks. It was amazing as the other women would just stop and smile at Lorelei, who would smile back at them and they would accede to her, allowing us first choice at dresses on the rack. This was counter to stories I heard about women fighting over dresses; although I understood. Lorelei was just so pretty and and angelic you just felt nice being nice to her just like me. I mean here I was a boy who was dressed as a girl to help her shop for her niece and feeling very good about it ... a little scared and skittish but good.
After holding several dresses up to me, she found four pretty dresses in size 2 junior; and we made our way, swishing between racks of satiny dresses, to the changing rooms, which were just inside the lingerie department.
We waited, holding four full-skirted dresses, for a few minutes for a room to become free, and then went in. I needed help, of course, with the back zipper on my jumper, and the back buttons of my blouse, and then help getting into the first dress. Girl clothes made you feel so dependent. The first dress was pink with a muted, barely distinguishable print of mauve, gray, and slate blue, and had white lacy accents at the collar and cuffs. I was pushed out in front of the changing rooms to walk and turn so it could be assessed, and the lady clerks and waiting women customers all voiced their opinions, and complimented me on how pretty I looked. The next was a very girlie dress, a pretty flower print with layers of chiffon and a wide white collar with pretty embroidered flowers and edged in lace; and it had a wide satin sash that tied in a bow in back. Everyone loved it, but Lorelei crinkled her pretty nose, and said it needed a petticoat; so she went to a nearby rack, and quickly selected a large, white, lacy petticoat with a huge, shiny ribbon bow. She had me help her pull up my dress right there in front of everyone, while Lorelei and the lady clerk slipped the petticoat under my dress, and over my slip. It made the skirt of the dress much fuller, to the approval of everyone. After turning for everyone Lorelei led me back to the changing room to try the next dress, a lacy white dress with a pale yellow satin ribbon woven through eyelet lace at the bodice and hem with yellow ribbon bows, one at the bust and one on the left side of the hem. I was met with ooohs and aaahs as I came out with the petticoat under this dress as well. It was going to be hard to decide between these pretty dresses. The last dress was a pretty, light blue satin taffeta, with pretty white lace accents, including a high, white lacy collar. The sleeves were full and sheer with blue satin cuffs. The wide satin sash made a very large bow in back, with the ends streaming down the back of the full skirt. The dress and the petticoat combination swished very noisily, and the girlishly silky sound sent shivers through me. There was more swooning over how I looked in this beautiful dress, as I turned, modeling it outside the changing rooms. After much deliberation, and me walking and turning, "Aunt Lorelei" decided this was the dress for her niece.
We emerged from the changing rooms carrying the blue dress and petticoat, along with our other packages; but "Aunt Lorelei" wasn't finished yet, and we ambled over to the hosiery counter.
"May I help you ladies" The woman clerk asked.
"We are shopping for my niece's first stockings." Lorelei stated.
"How delightful! We have been selling lots of first pairs. It happens often every Easter. What size is she then."
"I'd say size 8 in a reinforced heel and toe." Lorelei responded.
The lady brought up several boxes of filmy stockings, and "Aunt Lorelei" slipped her hands inside them to assess their sheerness and shade, and had me offer my opinion, and inspect them along with her. She decided on three pair of honey beige, plain knit with reinforced heels and toes.
"Now I suppose you will need something to hold them up." Lorelei stated, turning to smile at me.
"Laurie Ann, would you prefer a garter belt or a girdle." She giggled.
I felt my face turning red, as "Aunt Lorelei" and the lady clerk looked at me for a response.
"We have some pretty garter belts, dear." The lady proffered.
And indeed they did. I had noticed the lacy white as well as lacy pink garter belts in the glass case with the stockings. My eyes were drawn to the lacy white garter belt with three ribbon bows, one in the top middle, as well as bows where the lacy straps attached, leading down to the shiny ribbon covered garters. The lady noticed, and pulled this garter belt out, laying it on the glass top for us to examine.
"Oh very pretty and feminine isn't it Laurie Ann?"
"Yes Aunt Lorelei", I replied, stretching out my pink tipped fingers to finger the pretty lace and smooth, shiny ribbons.
The two of them giggled.
"And what about these?" Lorelei asked, as she directed my attention over to displays of girdles.
"Aunt Lorelei" guided me over to the panty girdles, and began picking up different styles to assess.
"I don't think you need too much control. I'm sure we can find a pretty style."
She looked over several girdles before picking up a pretty white one with an embroidered, lacy, front diamond pattern, with little embroidered flowers where the garter loops were sewn; and the legs were edged in narrow scalloped lace. "Aunt Lorelei" tested the elastic for firmness, and had me examine it.
"It's nice and light for a young figure ... and so pretty too don't you think?"
I nodded, blushing slightly.
"We will take this one and the pretty, white lace garter belt too." Lorelei said to the clerk.
The clerk placed the stockings, girdle, and garter belt in a box, separated with tissue paper. "Aunt Lorelei" then paid for everything. She stopped the clerk when she was about to fold the petticoat to put in a bag.
"It will be easier for Laurie Ann to wear her petticoat, rather than carry." She said.
The lady clerk giggled, as well as the women customers who were about, and Lorelei set the petticoat in a circle at me feet, and helped me fit it under my jumper. My face was red; as a lady standing nearby helped fit the petticoat, as well as adjust and smooth the petticoat, and my jumper over it.
I was blushing as we bid our goodbyes to the women clerks and the ladies and girls we had conversed with.
I now had a very full skirt as we walked up the street; and "Aunt Lorelei" swerved into G C Murphy's, a five and dime store. We immediately came upon a costume jewelry display, and began to browse. "Aunt Lorelei" found a gold heart locket necklace, and decided to buy it. We then looked at bracelets, and earrings; and she picked up a pair of plastic, clip-on daisy earrings, and squealed softly as she held them up to my ear lobs. She held onto these to purchase as well.
Across the aisle were cosmetics, and we began looking at lipsticks. Lorelei held up several shades up to my lips, before choosing a pretty reddish-pink; and then we looked at compacts with pressed powder, and she picked out a light shade in a light pink, plastic, tortoise shell case.
We then ambled leisurely toward the cashier, and came upon some small purses for girls, and being on sale for less than a dollar, "Aunt Lorelei" picked out a small, white vinyl purse with a short strap.
"You need something to carry your lipstick." Aunt Lorelei giggled.
She paid for the items; and then we stopped at the lunch counter/soda fountain; where she ordered two chocolate ice cream sodas. It felt pretty strange, girlishly so, sitting on a stool wearing a full petticoat. Lorelei slipped the necklace under my lace-edged collar while we waited on the sodas, latching the clasp in back, and smoothing my girlie collar. Then she clipped the daisy earrings onto my lobs, and held up a compact to show me how sweet they looked with my daisy-embroidered jumper. We got some attentive smiles from people around especially from four teenage boys. I blushed with embarrassment as I overheard them remarking how pretty we were WE! They thought Lorelei was prettier, of course. There were very few women who could compare to Lorelei. She was beauty queen pretty. I blushed more when I overheard two of them drooling over Lorelei's ample, torpedo bust, and then remarking jokingly about my nearly flat, developing one. Lorelei's cheeks turned slightly more pink as she overheard them too; but she just smiled, ignoring them, and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I was sure Lorelei had heard such comments many times.
We sipped our sodas, and talked about the dress and lingerie she had bought for her niece, and the other dresses and lingerie we had seen. She remarked how wonderful I was to help her shop, and what a pretty girl I made, complimenting me again what soft, feminine hands I had, and how lovely my complexion was, with a pretty face.
Perhaps as a boy I should be offended, but I wasn't. I just blushed a little at "Aunt Lorelei's feminine praise. I liked the idea of pleasing her, and that she enjoyed my company even in a petticoat and other sissy clothes.
"We need to use the ladies room." She announced when our sodas were gone.
Lorelei and I grabbed up the packages; and she took my hand, leading me into the women's restroom.
"Do you have to go?" She inquired inside the restroom.
I shook my head.
"Well, you still need to wash your hands, and freshen up. Here is your new lipstick." She said, before going into a stall.
I was glad I didn't have to go as I looked down at my voluminous skirt. I had no idea how you were supposed to manage such quantities of underwear to use the toilet.
I went over to the sink, and slowly washed, and dried my hands, before picking up the tube, removing the top, and twisting, causing the colorful dome to rise. I looked in the mirror, and at my slightly trembling hands as I brought the reddish-pink grease to my lips. I had just begun to slide the lipstick across my lower lip when "Aunt Lorelei" joined me. She smiled sweetly, amusedly, as she watched me; and then took the lipstick from me, and showed me how to hold my lips as she painted my lips girlishly pretty. Just then three girls came in Janey, Alice, and Melissa girls in my class!
"Hi girls", Lorelei greeted, cheerily.
"Hello", they chimed together.
I felt my face turning white, as I froze.
"Powder your nose, Laurie Ann." Lorelei directed, handing me the new compact.
I nervously opened the compact, and lightly patted my nose, and then patted my cheeks as I had seen women and teen girls do; while Lorelei washed her hands, and freshened her lipstick, and powdered her own nose. I faced the mirror, cringing, waiting for shrieks of recognition from the girls but all I heard was giggling, and girlish chatter as they went into the stalls.
"Come dear", Aunt Lorelei said.
I turned with Lorelei to leave, and looked straight at Melissa, who smiled at us ... and I smiled back as we swept past her with our packages. She hadn't recognized me.
I was happily relieved as we swished past the lunch counter on the way out, with the four boys following us with their eyes, smiling at me, and drooling at "Aunt Lorelei".
There seemed to be more people about as we made our way up the street, laden with our girlie packages. We drew a lot of attention, and many smiles from those we passed; and we only glanced at the store windows now, unwilling to delay our walk home. My reflection from the large display windows looked even girlier now with flashes of my white petticoat under my pink hem, and the cute white purse dangling from my pink fingertips.
We were relieved to get back to her apartment, and unburden ourselves of our shopping prizes and purses as we smoothed our dresses. We relaxed in the living room; and I blushed as I looked down at my lacy crescents under my blouse, and my voluminous pink lap; as I tried to arrange my jumper in order to keep too much white frothy petticoat from spilling out.
"Wasn't that a fun afternoon?" Lorelei trilled.
"Yes", I admitted, smiling.
It was worth wearing sissy girl clothes to be close to Lorelei.
"It's fun to go girl shopping, isn't it?" She inquired.
I nodded.
"It's especially nice with such a pretty girl along to help. You were such a sweet girl today." She purred.
I blushed.
"Isn't the blue dress we found so pretty? ' and your new petticoat it's so lacy and darling. Pick up your skirt, and let's have another look."
I felt my face getting redder as I pulled up my jumper to reveal the lacy tiers, and the huge satin bow with its long ends draped over two thirds of the petticoat.
"I think you really like wearing pretty girl clothes, and looking so sweet. It's a pity you aren't a girl. I'd love to have such a sweet, pretty girlfriend to do girl things with."
I felt my face getting redder, and hotter and my head suddenly itched from the wig. I smoothed my skirt over the exposed petticoat, and then scratched my head under the wig.
"Wigs can get a little warm, can't they?" She laughed.
I nodded, and slipped the wig off. My hair was damp, and matted.
"We should shampoo your hair." Lorelei suggested.
She held out her hand, and led me to the bathroom, where she threw a towel over my shoulders, and proceeded to wash and condition my hair, after removing my earrings.. My hair was typically short as most boys, but a little longer as I was due for a haircut. Lorelei combed it different ways, giggling softly; and then I jumped in surprise as I felt her putting a small roller in it.
"What are you doing?" I complained.
"Relax I just thought we'd give you a few curls." She sang.
Lorelei managed to get seven small curlers in my hair, and showed me how I looked in the mirror. We both giggled. She fetched a pink and white daisy print scarf, and slipped it over the rollers, and tied the silky ends under my chin. The girlish fabric felt so cool, smooth, and girlie on my neck and cheeks.
"There you look like a normal, darling little girl with her hair in curlers now." She giggled. "Oh, how I wish you had long hair. We could give you some pretty curls, and fix it so pretty with braids and ribbons. We could have such fun making you pretty, and just being girls." Lorelei trilled gaily.
I cursed my short hair right then, wishing I could just pull on it, and make it long down past my shoulders, so Lorelei could fuss over it and me.
"Well, let's go fix dinner." She suggested.
Lorelei happily slipped the frilly pinafore apron around me again, tying a nice, neat, girlie bow in back. She looked down at me with such sweet, feminine affection, that I felt my toes curling. I could stay in these pretty girl clothes forever, and be her affectionate niece I dreamed.
I set the table while Lorelei made salads, and heated vegetables and lasagna from the fridge.
She smiled as I scooped my skirt, and struggled to corral my petticoat as I sat at the table. We talked of our shopping excursion, and about clothes, hair, and girls as if there wasn't a boy in the room as we ate.
I helped clear the table, and we washed the dishes together again, before going back to the living room to relax. Lorelei felt my hair, and discovering it was dry, removed the curlers, and used a rat tail comb to arrange the resulting soft curls, giggling. She showed me the short curls that gave me a little more volume to my hair, but made me look only a little more girlish.
We chatted girlishly for a half hour or so before Lorelei suggested it was probably time I changed my clothes, and went home before my mother wondered where I was.
We took the packages back to her bedroom, where she unzipped my jumper, and unbuttoned my girlie blouse. I stepped out of the jumper, and the petticoat, and slipped the blouse off, and stood before her in the feminine, lacy slip, and training bra. It caused me to blush. She pushed the slip straps off my shoulders, and unlatched the bra; and I went into the bath with the slip draped at my waist.
I changed back into my boy clothes, and came out.
"Oh MY! You look so sad!" She giggled. "Awww being a boy is just not as much fun as dressing up in pretty clothes, and feeling so sweet and pretty is it?"
I looked at Lorelei, and shook my head a bit embarrassed.
"Well maybe you should come back tomorrow afternoon and we will see what we can do about it but for now, we need to remove your lipstick and pretty nail polish."
She took me into the bath, and washed my face, removing the lipstick and powder. She combed my hair, and smiled at the slight curls my short hair now held. We then went to the living room where she used polish remover to remove the pink from my nails.
I looked over at the white purse I carried, as Lorelei saw me out. I wished today could start all over again.
It was just starting to get dark as I walked home. It all seemed so distant and strange now, spending most of the day looking and acting like a girlie girl; but it had been enjoyable and exciting being the center of Lorelei's attention in pretty girl underwear and clothes. I felt envious of Lorelei's niece. I wished I owned all her delightfully pretty, silky underwear and clothes.
I blushed as I walked in the door. What was I going to say if they asked about what I did today?
To be continued ..
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