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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-5
Friday Afternoon September 4^th

Ernie didn't say a word the whole ride home. When they got to the house, his mother pressed the garage door opener on the visor and pulled the car into the garage by the kitchen instead of parking in front of the door as she usually did. Once she shut the car engine off, she closed the door behind them. Ernie's relief was visible in his face.

"Relax, Honey, it's okay, we're home now. How does your head feel?"

"Fine," he mumbled.

"Good," his mother said as she opened her door.

"Why don't you go in and watch some TV while I make us something to eat?" It was more of a command than a question.

"I'd rather get changed," Ernie said meekly.

"Please don't, just stay that way for now. Please? For me?" his mother asked.

"Bu..." He started to complain, but seeing the pleading look on his mother's face, he just said, "Okay," got out of the car and went into the house.

"The first place I go is the bathroom," he thought.

His hard-on rubbing between his thighs was driving him crazy. Ernie started up the back stairs to his bedroom. His mind was in turmoil over what he was feeling.

"I'm a man," he thought, "what's wrong with me? I shouldn't be excited over this. I should be tearing these things off and refusing to ever wear them again. So why is it I feel so good? And why have I got such a diamond cutter?"

His mind may have been in turmoil, but his state of arousal prevented him from dwelling on it. He was so far gone that it took him almost no time at all to finish what his sexy clothes had started. He was busy washing his hands when he heard his mother's voice calling up to him. "Honey!"

"Yeah, Ma, what is it?"

"I don't think you should try coming down the front stairs in those shoes just yet. Come back down the back stairs. At least you'll have something to hold on to with both hands while you get used to them," she said.

"Okay," he croaked, his face turning red for what seemed the millionth time today.

"Christ! What's wrong with me?" he thought. "Not only do I look like a girl, I'm acting like one!" he said to the pretty face in the mirror.

He just stared at the face reflected back. His eyebrows, though never full or bushy, had been cleaned up and accentuated with an eye pencil. They somehow made his eyes appear larger and wider apart. The bluish grey shadow applied to the crease and outer edges of his eyes only made them appear deeper. The normally washed out hazel colour of his eyes had somehow been changed to a beautiful golden brown.

"It must be the eye shadow," he mused.

His lashes, normally long and full, seemed to reach deep into the mirror. His lips, now a deep red, were somehow fuller and looked softer. He felt himself stirring yet again.

"This isn't happening," he thought. "It can't be happening! I'm a man!" he said to himself unconvincingly.

As he turned away from the girl in the mirror, he felt his hose clad legs rubbing against each other. It only made him more aware of what was happening between his legs. He groaned and strode determinedly down the hall to the back stairs, the shoes forcing him to take dainty little steps.

"It's a wonder women get anywhere at all in these things," he thought as he perched precariously atop the three-inch heels. When he got to the top of the stairs, they seemed longer and steeper somehow. With death grips on both railings, he made his way carefully down to the kitchen.

"I just can't believe how beautiful you are!" his mother gushed as he stepped into the room.

"Please! Don't remind me," he said. "And how do you walk in these things, anyway?"

Chuckling deep in her throat, Janice said, "I seem to recall a certain beautiful young lady making it through the mall and to the car with no difficulty at all."

The bright crimson on Ernie's face made his embarrassment over his accomplishment known.

"Oh, don't feel bad, Honey, all girls do it once in a while, even Samantha did it once," she said, referring to the time Ernie had taken her to the prom. She picked up the tray of finger food she'd prepared while he was upstairs.

"Why don't you get us something to drink and come and sit down?"

Ernie got the milk out of the fridge, picked up the glasses on the counter and carefully made his way to the table. Hs heels, clicking daintily on the hard wood, seemed to echo in his ears. He set the glasses on the table and poured the milk.

His mother continued, "You really are a natural at this you know. Most girls have trouble in heels the first time they wear them. It usually takes them days to adjust to them. You walked through the mall like you've been wearing them for years."

The pride in her voice was painfully apparent to Ernie's ears.

She looked intently at her 'new daughter' as 'she' sat at the table.

"Don't just plop down, Honey," she said with a smile. "Stand back up and smooth your skirt under you as you sit."

Ernie stood back up. Keeping his knees pressed firmly together, he smoothed his skirt beneath him as he sat daintily, perching on the edge of the chair's seat.

"You are just so beautiful! I can't get over it!" she said.

"Mo-om!"

"Oh shush! With the way you were acting this morning, I thought you might want to try wearing something feminine, so I made some calls to my friends and asked them to help me out. Besides, it would be an ideal way for you to experience gender roles in today's society first hand. I just can't get over how lovely my daughter is, that's all."

"The way I was acting? Mom! I was puzzled, not... not..." he trailed off.

"Well, now you're going to know what it's like to be a girl first hand," she said with finality.

Ernie's jaw hung wide as he dropped the piece of cheese he was holding. His face went pale at this latest development in what was obviously turning out to be a very bad day indeed.

"Now then," his mother continued, "Samantha will be by later with your things. She'll be bringing some other things for you as well. I expect you to be the perfect lady when she arrives. Do you understand?"

Ernie just nodded his head in numb amazement.

"How can things get so confused in so short a period of time?" he wondered.

"But all I wanted to know was what the big deal was about girls clothes," he whined. "I didn't want to wear them!"

"Well, you're going to learn all about that now, aren't you?" his mother replied with a smile.

"Now then, finish your snack. We have a lot to do and there isn't much time to do it all in. Don't take such big bites! It isn't ladylike. Besides, it's not polite for a young man to be chewing away like a chipmunk with its cheeks full either!

Now pay attention, you have a lot to learn, I can see that."

His mother was never a 'June Cleaver' wannabe, but this was more than Ernie had ever experienced before.

"Sure, Mom was always big on manners," he thought, "but she never got carried away with them. This is ridiculous!"

He paid close attention to her as they ate. He didn't know why, but he did. It was as if his will to resist was never there at all.

When they were through, Ernie cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. All the while, a constant stream of instruction on ladylike behaviour streamed from his mother's mouth.

"Don't bend at the waist, dear, you'll give everyone a look at your panties. Bend at the knee and keep your back straight. That's it, Dear, very good. Don't take such big steps. Keep your head up! Be proud of your height and who you are! Don't just grab something, reach for it and grasp it slowly and carefully. ..."

Ernie felt like he could do nothing right. His every movement seemed to bring a comment on how he should be more graceful and ladylike.

When the kitchen was finally cleaned to Janice's satisfaction -- no mean feat, mind you -- Jan turned to her son and said, "Okay, now that that's done, we need to go freshen up for our guest. Come on, upstairs with you. We have to fix our makeup and hair."

And so it went. Ernie didn't have time to think, just react. He followed his mother up the back stairs and into her dressing room. After installing him in the chair before the vanity, she proceeded to instruct him in the finer points of touching up his makeup and fixing his cute new hairdo.

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Just as he was putting the finishing touches to his hair, the doorbell rang.

"That must be Samantha. Be a dear and get it please. I need to freshen up," Janice remarked absently.

Ernie, on autopilot, stood and started for the door before coming to a screeching halt. His face paled visibly beneath the subtle makeup. His jaw worked but no sound came forth.

"Oh relax, Honey, it's only Samantha. She's already seen you like this. Just get the door, it'll be fine."

Nervously, Ernie started for the door. The staircase in front, much wider than the one in back, offered only a single handhold. Carefully he made his way down, walking a bit sideways, to afford his feet a better purchase on the carpeted treads.

Just as he approached the door, the bell rang again, causing him to jump. With trepidation, he opened it slowly.

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Samantha, attired in her usual blue jeans, sweatshirt and jeans jacket, her arms full of packages, had struggled to ring the bell. She was muttering under her breath.

"What's so difficult about answering a damned door? Come on people! I'm gonna drop everything all over the ground!"

When the door finally opened, she just gaped.

"My god!" she thought, "she really is beautiful."

Seeing his only friend in the world at the door and loaded down with packages, Ernie surged forward to help. In the process of trying to relieve her of her ungainly burden, he managed to knock more than half the boxes and bags to the ground. Seeing the parcels fall, Ernie quickly stooped to pick them up. His mother had drilled him well. Knees together, body turned slightly to one side, he was every inch a beautiful young lady, busy picking up the dropped items.

Stunned at her "girlfriend's" appearance and amused at her reaction, Samantha laughed.

"You really can't wait for these things, can you?" she quipped.

When Samantha laughed, Ernie froze. He just stared up at her, his face a study in shame. Springing to his feet, he dropped what he'd just gathered and bolted up the stairs, tears streaming down his face.

Hearing the pounding on the stairs, Janice went to the hall to see what was going on. She was in time to see her child, a mere streak of black, disappear into his room and slam the door behind him. Speechless, she looked down the stairs to find Samantha staring up at her, a wounded look on her face.

"What happened?" Janice asked no-one in particular.

"I don't really know," came the puzzled reply. "She opened the door and when she tried to help me with these things," she motioned to the boxes and bags strewn about the foyer, "she accidentally knocked them out of my hands. When I teased her about it, she just ran away!"

"Why don't you pick them up and put them on the sofa in the parlour, Sweetie," Janice said. "I'll be right down."

"Okay, Mrs. Wilson," Samantha replied, worriedly shaking her head.

Janice went to her son's room as Samantha stooped to gather up the scattered shopping. She listened at the door for a moment, one hand poised to knock the other resting on the doorknob. She heard the muffled sound of sobbing coming from inside the room. Jan just opened the door and went inside, closing the door silently behind her. Stepping carefully around the mess she made her way across the room and sat softly on the edge of the bed by the figure of her feminised son. He'd thrown himself on the bed and buried his face in his pillows. He looked just like any teenaged girl would, the way he cried into his pillow. That is, he would have if you could see any of the bed.

Softly, Janice spoke to her son as she caressed the back of his head and what little of his cheek she could see above the pillow. He tensed at her touch.

"Oh, my poor baby," she cooed. "Go ahead, get it all out."

"Oh Mom, what's wrong with me?" Ernie wailed, a sob catching him as he finished.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Sweetie. You're acting like a perfectly normal young girl."

"But I'm not a girl!" he sobbed into his pillow, "I'm a man!"

"Oh, my poor baby, it's going to be all right," she cooed softly.

"I think I know what's wrong," she thought in a flash of clarity. Testing her hypothesis, she asked, "You like the way the clothes make you feel, don't you?"

Ernie nodded his head into his pillow as he continued to cry.

"There's nothing wrong with liking to look pretty, Honey. It's perfectly normal for young girls to like to look pretty."

"But I'm not a girl!" Ernie cried again, the subsiding sobs renewing with a vengeance.

"We'll talk about it later, sweetheart; it's normal, believe me. Right now, we have to make you presentable for your friend downstairs. Here, sit up," she cooed.

Slowly, Ernie turned to face his mother, his eyes red and swollen from the tears and mascara, stung as the makeup ran into them. He blinked up at her. The makeup, having run with his tears, was a wreck. Black streaks ran down his cheeks, smudged from his fists and the pillow. His eyes were ringed in black, his lipstick smeared hopelessly about his mouth.

"Do you mean that?" he seemed to beg. "Really?"

"Yes, Honey, I do," she said softly, as she gathered her feminised son into her arms and hugged him tightly to her.

"Come on now, let's get you cleaned up. You look like a little raccoon with your makeup all smeared like that," she giggled.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Ernie?" came Samantha's soft voice. "Ernie, please open the door, Honey. Ernie, I'm sorry I laughed at you. Ernie? ... Ernie, please?" She was starting to sound panicked.

"Come on in, Sweetie, it's okay," Jan called softly.

Samantha opened the door and saw her friend's tear streaked face held closely to his mother's bosom.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry," she said as she rushed across the room.

In her effort to get close to him, she sandwiched Ernie between his mother and herself in a tight hug. Her tears dampened his hair as she cried softly.

"I wasn't laughing at you, Honey, you just looked so cute, and… and… Oh Tina, please forgive me."

Ernie started to stiffen at the feminisation of his name, but gave in to the warmth and love of the embrace of the two women.

"It's okay, Samantha," he said." I'm sorry I ran out like that. Will you help me get cleaned up?"

Surprised at the turn of events, Samantha sat back abruptly. Ernie tensed at the sudden movement.

"Do you mean it?!?" she exclaimed excitedly. "Really?"

Ernie, still held close by his mother, just nodded his head.

"Oh Tina!" Samantha exclaimed and crushed him between the two of them once again. "You're just gonna love what I picked out for you!" she babbled excitedly.

"Come on then!" she said as she sat upright again, this time pulling on his arm. "We have a lot of work to do on that face of yours. You've ruined your makeup."

Ernie laughed weakly between the snuffles and said, "Okay, Samantha, but let me get up first, all right?"

"Oh... okay," Samantha replied, mocking the petulance of a small child and softly stamping her foot.

They all broke up, laughing at the joke.

"I think we're gonna need one of those packages sooner than we thought," she said. Then she spun on her heel, bolted from the room and tore down the stairs.

Looking about her for the first time since she came into the room, Janice saw the clutter of all the computer parts and dirty laundry.

"If you're going to be my daughter, we're going to have to do something about this 'hole' of yours. Now then, up with you! Let's get that face of yours washed."

Ernie snuffled and hic-coughed. "I'm sorry, Ma," he began, "I just never seemed to pay much attention to my room before. It is kinda bad, isn't it?" he said meekly.

"Well, some things around here are going to change starting now!" Janice declared. "Now, march yourself right into that sorry excuse for a bathroom and get cleaned up, young lady!"

"Yes Mo-therrr," came the stock reply.

"I can see we are going to have to work on that voice of yours, too. Now then, when you've finished, meet me in my room." With that, Janice, smiling broadly, turned on her heel and left the room.

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As she left Ernie's room, Janice saw Samantha coming up the stairs at a run. She motioned her to slow down and said, "She's washing her face. Would you bring those things into my room, please, Dear? We have a lot of work ahead of us. Were you able to get everything on the list?"

"Uh huh!" nodded the young girl emphatically. "And a few extras, too! I can't wait to see her in some of them," she said, a happy twinkle lighting up her eyes.

"You know, Sweetie, neither can I," Janice replied. "Now, here's what I think we should do…" she continued as they entered her room.

Ernie's mind was racing as he slowly washed all the traces of the makeup from his face. "I know this isn't normal," he thought, "but I do like the way the clothes feel. They're so soft and silky. Besides, Samantha seems to like it." His spirits perked up at the thought. "I wonder if she... nah, couldn't be," he said to himself, shaking his head.

It took him a good fifteen minutes to remove all traces of the makeup. The water seemed to do wonders on his red and swollen eyes, too.

"If you don't look too closely, you can't really tell I was crying," he thought to himself. "Crying... I haven't cried since Dad died. Things are sure strange around here lately. Ah, who cares? You like it, don't you? Yeah, you do. That's the problem, you like it all too much."

Ernie finished drying his face and took a long look in the mirror. "Well, at least they didn't make my eyebrows too thin. I just wish they hadn't made them as thin as they did. Well, I guess it's all right, no-one looks at me that closely anyway," he said aloud.

"Aren't you done yet, Gertrude?" his mother's voice came at him from the hall. It was a pet name for him that she hadn't used since his father died those seven years ago. She called him Gertrude and his father Matilda from the names of the geese in the "Jules Verne" book "Journey to the Centre of the Earth."

He smiled at the face in the mirror and called back, "Coming mo-therrr!" in his best imitation of a valley girl.

He all but floated out of his bedroom. He almost felt like he did before his father's death. Happy and light hearted. He didn't quite understand it and, right then, he just didn't care.

"Just look at those clothes!" Jan started as Ernie glided into his mother's room.

"What?" he said, his voice unconsciously rising up an octave.

"They're ruined, that's what. You just got them and look! We're going to have to send them to the cleaners. We'll never be able to get them to look presentable otherwise. We'll just have to get you changed into something else." Deflated, Ernie started to go back into his room. "And where do you think you're going?"

"To get changed. You just said..." he began.

"I know what I just said. Get that little behind of yours into my room this instant.

"Samantha!"

"Yes'm," came the clipped reply as a brunette head popped out of Janice's bedroom.

"Would you please run… No. … I'm sorry, would you please walk downstairs and get those other packages for us, Dear? Tina's made a complete mess of her clothes. She's going to need to change into something a bit more…casual, I think."

"Yes'm," came the same clipped response, but the smile on her face showed more than a willingness to comply.

When Samantha returned, loaded down with packages, she was smiling from ear to ear. She started to giggle when she saw that Ernie had been installed at Janice's vanity. His hair was pulled back from his face with a hair comb that looked like something she'd seen on the 'Patty Duke Show.' What made her giggle wasn't the fact that he was sitting there in his unmentionables; it was the expression on his face. It seemed to imply that he enjoyed sitting there!

"This is definitely going to work!" she thought happily.

"Thank you, Samantha," Janice said. "Please put them on the bed. Why don't you help Tina with her makeup and hair? You are about the same age and all. I think a somewhat younger look more appropriate, don't you? I need to see just what we have for her to change into."

Tina turned to look at her best and only friend in the world. Although she was not concerned about receiving acceptance from the girl, she was concerned that she would know what to do with the array of cosmetics spread out before her. Samantha seemed to read her mind.

"Oh relax, silly, I know what to do with all of those. My parents have been trying so hard to get me into dresses and skirts that they sent me to all sorts of seminars on makeup, poise and modelling techniques. Now then, let's see what we have to work with…"

It really was odd to sit there and willingly have Samantha teach her how to apply cosmetics, but she enjoyed it none the less. Sam showed her how to achieve a more pronounced cheekbone using shading techniques with various shades of blusher. How to hold the eyeliner pencil so as to not poke her eye out and achieve a clean fine line on both her upper and lower lids. The list of things she told her seemed endless. And yet, her face, why, it was even better than it was before.

"Oh dear gods above! I am beautiful!" Tina thought with excitement when Sam had finished. The careful ministrations to her face and hair coupled with the beauty slowly appearing in the mirror were having more than their desired effect on Tina. She was becoming more and more excited with each touch.

Samantha saw Tina squirming in her seat and looked into her lap. Sam started to laugh. "Oh, Honey, why don't you go in the bathroom and take care of that…unladylike problem. When you're done, we can finish up. I can't do your hair with you squirming in your seat like that!"

Embarrassed, Tina stood up and, using her hands to shield her crotch, hustled into the bathroom. When she'd the door closed and the water was running to cover what she was doing, the women laughed heartily at the effect of their ministrations.

"You know, Mrs. Wilson, I think I'm going to like having Tina around," Samantha said.

"I thought you might," Janice said. "Tell me dear, there's no reason to get upset or lie to me, I won't say anything to anyone. Are you…"

"A lesbian?" Samantha finished for her. "No, Mrs. Wilson, I'm not a lesbian, at least…I don't think so. But, I love the idea of having my boyfriend wearing a skirt and looking like my girlfriend!" she said with an excited giggle. "I mean, look at her! She is an absolute knock out! And the feel of her legs and skin…" Sam began to blush with embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, Honey, I know exactly what you mean. Her father used to enjoy it, too, you know," Janice confided in the young girl.

"Really!?! Did it turn you on?" she asked. Then she realised what she'd said, gasped and blushed a deep crimson and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I'm sorry," she said contritely, through her fingers.

Jan acted as if Sam hadn't said anything untoward.

"Not only was it a turn-on for me, it was an incredible turn-on for him, as well. We had many an evening of… Well, that's for another time, err… when you're older, dear," Janice stopped, a bit embarrassed herself.

Samantha was about to complain about this last statement when the water stopped running and a sheepish Tina returned to the bedroom.

Samantha couldn't resist a dig at her friend's expense.

"Everything come out okay?" she asked.

Tina coloured deeply. "Just fine!" she said petulantly.

"Okay!" Samantha said brightly. "Sit back down and let me finish your hair."

In just a few minutes, they were done with Tina's hair and they had her putting on a pair of jeans and a simple pale pink oxford blouse with a pastel blue pullover sweater. After a quick touch-up on her hair, they were through. Tina couldn't take her eyes off the gorgeous tall young woman in the mirror.

"I still can't believe that's me!" she said, a stunned look on her face. "I mean, I sat here and watched you do it, and I still can't believe..."

"Believe it, Honey, my boyfriend's a real babe!" laughed Samantha. "I can't wait to see you in a bikini!" she chided.

"Y… y… you really like me looking like this?" Tina asked, stunned.

"Tina, not only do I like looking at you like this, I love thinking about you looking like this, and I wish your mother wasn't here so I wouldn't have to keep my hands off you when you look like this!" blurted Samantha.

"Sa-am," Janice warned, drawing the young girl's name out to nearly two syllables. "I think you need to remember where you are. Don't you?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wilson." Samantha replied contritely, her face colouring beginning to match that of a tomato.

"Your apology is accepted. Now, I think we have some work to do getting this young lady's room ready for the new furniture and decorations that she so obviously needs.

"Come along you two there's work to be done!"

With that, she strode imperiously from the room and down the hall. The two friends left behind in her wake could only giggle and follow.

Later that night, Ernie lay awake in bed. His mind just wouldn't seem to slow down and allow him to sleep. The events of the day kept running through his mind. Over and over, the scenes played themselves out. At first, they made him horny. Now, all they did was keep him awake.

His room was cleaner than it had been since he moved in. His clothes were neatly folded and put away in his drawers. Almost all of his male jockey shorts had been bagged for the trash. He decided there were some things about today that he didn't need to have experienced, but one thing was certain, he definitely liked the way these new clothes made him feel.

It wasn't just the clothes, either. Now that his legs had been shaved, not that there was much hair there to begin with, his sheets, the same cotton broadcloth sheets he'd always had, felt somehow smoother, even slipperier. But the nightgown, a soft filmy pink baby-doll nightgown and panty set that was almost transparent, was doing its best to see that he would not sleep for quite some time. Things were going to be different around here from now on. That was for sure.

Ernie finally fell asleep with a smile on his face. He'd found another use for the old jockey shorts after all.

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"I'm telling you, Linda, it was uncanny," Janice said. She was lying in bed, talking on the phone with her lifelong friend, Linda. "It really was like night and day. One minute he's his old awkward, petulant self and the next he's a quiet, demure, young lady. It was just like throwing a switch."

"Oh come on, Jan. Do you really expect me to believe that tall, gawky son of yours not only looks good as a girl, but is graceful as well? I've watched him trip over air!" Linda said, exasperated. "There's just no way in hell..."

"Okay, Linda, I'll prove it to you. Tomorrow, you come over for supper. Not only will he look good, but I'll bet you anything you want to bet that he can serve the entire dinner without spilling anything on anyone!" Janice countered.

Giggling, Linda replied, "Okay, Jan, you're on. You know that Ansel Adams original you have? You lose, I get that. I lose, and Tina gets a complete wardrobe for the year. But there is one condition: he wears the clothes, not just looks at them, or wears them around the house. He wears them!"

"Oh come on, Linda! That's not fair! That original is worth thousands. Besides, I can't expect my son to hand over his masculinity on a whim."

"Jan, I'm not talking a couple of blouses and skirts here. I'm talking an investment in a complete, quality wardrobe, with anything and everything a young girl his age could possibly need, or want, for an entire year. Tell me that's not worth thousands. And this is not a whim. If he's as happy as you say he is as Tina..."

And so the conversation went, long into the night.

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Continued in Part-6

  

  

  

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