Peach Snaps

by Sally Stephanie

  

In part two …

Mark Andrews laced his trainers up and said he had to go.

"Run along then little miss, make sure you don't forget your uniform! I want you to look your best when I call in for a drink with the girls!"

He hurried from the store as fast as he could. The prospect of his neighbour turning up with a posse of girlfriends did nothing to calm his fears.

 

Now in part three…

When he reached the dry cleaners his entire body was trembling with the shock of being discovered by his neighbour.

As he waited for the young female assistant to retrieve his outfit from the back room he glanced at himself in the mirror. The candy-pink sweatshirt peeked out from under the too-small red denim jacket, and the light blue denim skirt and pink trainers did little to convince him that he 'passed' as a woman. He did not even want to think about the hideous pale pink and grey silk headscarf.

Not to mention that he had totally forgotten he was wearing bra, knickers, very thick tan-coloured tight, and pink lipstick.

Once the girl handed over the uniform he left without saying another word. Although it was still early he opted to go straight to the Beer Keller – someone, even a cleaner, had to be in now.

It took several minutes of persistent banging on the front door of the Beer Keller before someone came to the door. It was Heidi – his 'mentor' for the introductory week.

She was wearing her 'normal' clothes and looked surprised to see him so early. After opening the door, she led him through to the staff room.

"A little early aren't we Maria? I wasn't expecting you until four this afternoon and it's just gone eleven thirty!"

"I had no-where else to go did I?" he replied sharply.

Heidi waited until he opened up his locker and put the freshly cleaned outfit on the rail. He took out his own clothes that he had left crumpled at the foot of the locker the previous evening.

She looked him over and then said,

"You could have gone home, got yourself changed and freshened up before coming in this afternoon?"

Mark Andrews looked at her before replying,

"The less my neighbours see me wearing women's clothes the easier it will be for me"

At this point Heidi burst into laughter. She shook her head then told him something that he should have realised for himself

"You didn't have to wear a skirt to go to the dry cleaners! That's, unless you don't have any other boys things at home? I reckon you wore my stuff today because you're starting to enjoy nice feminine things"

He was not happy with her teasing him this way,

"What do you mean I didn't have to wear this skirt this morning?"

Heidi stopped laughing and was once again her serious self,

"You could have worn your own things to take the uniform to the cleaners, gone home, then come back here at four o'clock – is that plain enough for you?"

Only now did he realise what a fool he had been. There was no need for him to 'dress' in order to take something to the dry cleaners. He had worked himself up so much the previous night that it never occurred to him that he only had to wear the Heidi's 'spare set' to get home last night.

Heidi walked up to him and very carefully removed the headscarf. She folded it up very slowly and then told him

"Oh you silly man, getting yourself into this, you should have taken Patricia's rejection letter as final. If I were you I'd whisper before I shout next time. Well, now you're here we might as well get you ready – take off my thing, then meet me in the shower room in five minutes - and fold my stuff carefully if you please".

Mark Andrews took off the clothes and did his best to fold them neatly. He then made his way to the shower room, where Heidi was waiting for him.

Heidi handed him a female shower gel and told him

"First of all get in there and have a good clean"

He stepped under the jets and applied the heavily scented gel to his body. He did not like the sweet flowery perfume of the product, but could see no alternative soap bar in the shower.

When he said he was finished Heidi pulled back the curtain and told him to stand with his legs apart.

As he stood in the shower she started to spray a foaming liquid all over his legs. She told him it was a hair removal product and that he was not to wash it off until she told him to.

He was then ordered to lift his arms up and stay still while she applied shaving foam to his armpits, before shaved off all the hair with a razor. She repeated the process to take off his chest hair – although this was in no way as extensive as she had expected it to be.

Last week, Mark Andrews would have found the prospect of being shaved by a pretty woman quite a turn-on. But now he felt only humiliation.

Heidi finished with the razor then told him to wash off the hair removal cream on his legs. As he turned the jet on his legs he was horrified to see the hair come away without any resistance.

When he stepped out of the shower she placed a large bath towel over his body, tying it at his chest 'the ways girls do'.

She applied a clear gel to his legs and body, telling him it was a cooling cream that would leave him with nice smooth skin where there had previously been hair.

Heidi handed him another razor and pointed to a washbasin.

"Now, although you're not particularly 'heavy' in the facial hair department, you're going to need to shave really close at least three times a day – and always before you start a shift"

She watched over him as he shaved. This made him nervous and he took more time than usual as he did not want to cut himself in the process. When he rinsed off the foam from his face she ran her fingers over his chin and upper lip.

"Good, that's the minimum standard I expect from you at all times Maria. Now get yourself dried off, then use this deodorant all over when you've finished. I see you back in the locker room"

He did not need to ask if the deodorant was a female one as the name said it all – 'Exotic'.

Mark Andrews found Heidi standing at his locker waiting for him. She lifted her nose to the air as he approached her,

"Mmm, very nice Maria, you'll learn that girls like to layer their perfumes rather than just use a single scent".

He knew he smelt very much like a girl did. Not only was the shower gel heavily perfumed, but combined with the body spray it was a potent mixture.

Heidi handed him a white lacy undergarment and told him to put it on,

"This is called a body shaper and it'll help you obtain a better fit in your uniform"

He noticed that the item was not unlike a female swimming costume and he stepped into the garment and pulled it up over his body. He struggled to get the shoulder straps up over his arms and Heidi had to assist him with some minor adjustments around the crotch and under arm.

Next, Heidi watched as he rolled the delicate white hold up stockings up his legs. He felt the cool sensation of the lace against his now bare legs and found it far less irritating than the thick tights he'd worn earlier.

She handed him the frilled peasant blouse and then took the green serving girl uniform out of the cleaning bag.

He stood still as she did up the laces on the bodice, and puffed out the hem of the skirt to give it a full effect. With the body shaper he found the dress fitted him better than the previous night and the illusion of a cleavage was definitely visible.

A pair of black, lace-up ankle boots was produced, and Heidi told him to try and do them up himself. His experience at the shoe department flashed to mind, but he did his best to lace up the footwear.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?"

Heidi said with a smile.

He looked down at himself once again, concerned as to how he would cope walking in so high a heel?

"Now, hair and makeup for you my dear, so let's sit down over here and we'll get to work"

He was led over to her locker and sat down on the bench as she lifted a large vanity case out of her personal storage area.

From the case Heidi removed a set of hair clippers and too hold of his fringe as she started to shave off his hair.

"I'm going to alter the shape of your hairline slightly, make it more feminine so at least you can wear you hair combed back like a girl"

She cut and trimmed the front of his hair for what seemed like an eternity. When she had finished cutting she put the clippers down then started to style his hair the way she said would make him passable for a girl.

He allowed her to comb the hair back off his face and winced when she tugged his locks into a small ponytail at the back. From her vanity she pulled out a large flower- shaped hair clip and used it to secure the ponytail in place.

"There, that's much tidier and you'll find wearing your wigs a bit more comfortable with that fringe gone".

When she lifted a pair of eyebrow tweezers she told him to be brave boy as she tidied up his brows. In fact, she did more than just tidy up – she plucked and pulled until he was left with a set of extremely girlish brows.

He was not allowed to see any of what she had done. There was no point in spoiling his surprise until the full job was done.

Heidi then started to apply makeup. First she sprayed his face with a fine mist of water, saying that it would help prepare his skin for the products that would follow.

A tinted moisturiser was then smoothed on to his face and neck, which Heidi then set with a large brush loaded with loose face powder.

She dusted off the excess powder with the large brush then stood back to make his face was now the blank canvas she wanted before applying colour.

As she opened up various little pots of colour she started to work on his eyes. He could see the various hues of the makeup and could only wonder what she was doing to his eyes?

Heidi used a selection of fine brushes to apply the coloured powder eyeshadows and it took her a good half an hour before she was happy with the 'look'

A black eyeliner pen was the used to outline his inner lids. He found the texture sticky and the point of the pen made his eyes water as Heidi ran the black liquid right inside the lid. She used a cotton bud, dipped in a brownish black powder to create a smudged effect on the eyes.

Even Heidi had to admit the look was very dramatic and it was not one she would do for herself. But Mark was new to the world of cosmetics and she thought he might enjoy looking so vampish.

Two coats of lash-lengthening mascara were applied to his upper and lower lashes, and, once again the bristles of the applicator irritated his eyes. Heidi told him he was now experiencing at first hand just what girls went through to look so glamorous.

"We'll get you some false lashes soon, you'll look gorgeous in them I'm sure!"

Normally, and because she had made his eyes such a dramatic focal point, Heidi would have applied an almost clear lip gloss to his mouth. But she had a mischievous streak and so decided to give him glossy red lips instead. He did not like the texture of the liquid but was surprised by the fruit-flavoured scent.

More strange smells followed when she started to apply a base coat of nail polish to his fingernails. A vibrant red coloured varnish followed, with a final top coat to help set the polish.

He looked at his fingernails in disbelief. He was not sure what the rest of his face looked like but did not have long to wait.

Heidi stood him up and walked him over to the mirror. The face staring back at him was that a heavily made-up young woman. With his hair tied back in a tight ponytail, he was reminded of a shop mannequin - all gloss and shine. He did not say anything but stood there looking at the face, his face – but he certainly did not recognise himself.

As she clipped a pair of pearl earrings to his ears, she told him that Patricia would probably prefer it if he got his ears pierced.

"There's so much more variety with proper earrings rather than these clip versions"

To complete his new 'look', a green velvet choker, that matched his uniform, was placed on his neck.

Heidi smiled as she surveyed the results of her efforts. She looked at him in all his finery then said,

"Well Maria, you do look the pretty alpine doll today!"

Mark Andrews said nothing. He looked down at his costume and knew there was little else he could do but co-operate.

As they made their way upstairs to the bar they could here the sound of some of the other girls as they arrived for work that evening. They wore jeans and t-shirts with flat shoes, and all were virtually free from makeup.

One of the girls spotted him in his uniform. He recognised her as the one who had warned him to buck up his ideas and he already knew she appeared to have it in for him.

She giggled as she walked past him then spoke sharply,

"I hope the new girl is going to get her duties right this evening?"

Heidi was not unduly worried about the obvious bad feeling between the pair. Every new start had the same problems getting up to speed in such as busy bar.

"Maria has promised to do better Christina, haven't you Maria?"

Mark nodded but did not speak.

The girl known as Christina looked him over and was amused by the overall 'painted doll' effect.

"Her makeup is going to be very high maintenance Heidi, we cannot have her running off every ten minutes you know?"

"Don't worry so Christina! Maria will be fine"

Christina allowed herself another laugh at the sight of the man in the green peasant girl dress.

"I think Maria here should do the tables tonight – after all she has a stag night to contend with tomorrow evening, the practise will do 'HER' good".

Mark did not like the way she had emphasised the word 'her'. He had hoped that Heidi would veto the idea and was, therefore, disappointed when he heard her reply,

"We'll see, perhaps if it's not too busy we might introduce Maria to the tables"

For the next hour or so Mark Andrews spent his time behind the bar. He made sure he knew exactly what ale each beer pump contained and familiarised himself with the bottled selections too.

His feet were already killing him; the thin stiletto heels he was wearing were all but impossible to walk in comfortably.

Heidi approached him and handed over a small makeup bag. He looked inside and saw a lipstick, mascara and powder compact. The body spray was there too. She waited until he zipped up the bag then told him,

"You'll need these to fix yourself during the shift. We cannot have you looking a state in front of the customers. And don't forget, you're wig is still downstairs"

By the time the shift was assembled for the evening pep talk Mark Andrews felt more than a little anxious. He kept glancing over at the girl Christina and could not fathom out why she was so bitter towards him.

Although the other girls were aware that 'Maria' was indeed a man, none of them had made mention of the fact. But Christina was going to be a tougher nut to crack.

Christina knew he was continually glancing across at her and she waited until Heidi asked if any one had any questions before saying,

"Heidi, why is the Beer Keller employing a man as a bar girl? Surely he must be so embarrassed having to wear skirts, heels and makeup?"

"Is he such a sissy boy that he wants to do this for a living?"

Mark Andrews felt his cheeks go red. He was totally unprepared for this assault and found it impossible to challenge the girl.

Before Heidi could answer there was the sound of very sharp heels entering the bar. Mark looked across and spotted Patricia Crawford approaching.

Patricia Crawford wore a very expensive black shift dress, sheer black stockings and towering stiletto heels, the patent black leather gleaming in the light. As always her makeup was impeccable, indeed it made her look so glamorous that it belied her (often) sharp temper.

She reached the group and looked at each of the girls in turn. Thee was now a stony silence. The girls very rarely had the pleasure of the boss prior to starting a shift. She guessed that Maria might have something to do with it.

Patricia was demanding when it came to staff turnout. She approached one of the girls and tugged on the hem of her skirt.

"Honestly Sarah, you need to remember to use an iron next time you press your skirts"

The girl was suitably chastised and performed a curtsey before apologising for her error,

"I'm sorry Miss Crawford, I'll go and change if I may?"

A simple nod of the head from Crawford and the girl was excused.

It was then that Mark could feel Patricia Crawford eyeing him up and down. Very slowly she walked over to him and inspected him closely. She walked behind him and continued to check his uniform. He was relieved that the dry cleaner had pressed the dress to perfection.

She stood back in front of him and made to adjust the green velvet choker around his neck. He could smell her very delicate scent and marvelled at her flawless skin.

When she next spoke it was clear her words were aimed at all the staff.

"As far as everyone here is concerned, Maria is a girl, she wanted this job so much she virtually begged to get taken on. Isn't that right Maria?"

Mark nodded.

Although Christina was not satisfied with the response, she knew better than to question her boss. But she too was a stubborn girl and was so bold as to remark

"What's wrong his voice? Doesn't he sound like a girl?"

Patricia Crawford smiled at the girl then turned to Mark and said,

"There's nothing wrong with her voice, go on Maria, tell Christina here how much you really wanted this job"

He knew it was useless to refuse so spoke quietly as he responded to the group,

"I really wanted this job. I don't know what I've done to offend you, any of you, but please let me get on with the work"

Patricia Crawford mocked him further by putting on a mock look of sympathy, coupled with the type of voice you would use if talking to a baby,

"Ohh, my poor Maria, we don't mind if you want to wear your little dresses and heels, do we girls?"

The group nodded in unison.

For Patricia Crawford that was enough for the time being. She nodded to Heidi that it was time for her to finish off the briefing

Heidi waited until Crawford left the bar before completing the daily staff meeting. She told Christina that there was to be no more said of the matter and that the success of the bar depended on everyone getting on with each other – even if it was only during the shift hours.

"Now girls, come on, we have work to do, take your places please"

As it turned out the night was busy and Mark was spared his session in front of the bar. He worked hard to keep up with the orders and, with the exception of Christina, the girls did their best to help him out when they could.

The only trouble he had was during a 'makeup break' where, as he did his best to re-apply the glossy red lip colour, Christina entered the rest room and, without warning, hit him hard across the backside with the palm of her hand.

He jumped in response to the smack, ruining his lip line in the process. Christina stepped back, a smile across her face.

"There, we're even now – since you took great delight in doing that to me last week!"

 

For a moment he said nothing. But, as he removed the lipstick smudges from his cheek he remembered where he had seen the girl before. And he had indeed tried to humiliate her in front of his friends only the previous week. Now he understood why she had been so vicious towards him.

It was obvious she had waited for the opportunity to confront him and here, inside the rest room, was the ideal place.

She sat up on the edge of the sink as he held the lipstick in his hand.

"Oh, does Maria not know how to put her make on?"

He was totally flustered and looked down at the red tube that he held in his hand. Before he could attempt to apply the cosmetic Christina had jumped down beside him and lifted the lipstick from him.

"Here, let me help you, after all we're all girls in the same team"

He stood still as she glided the glossy red cream across his lips, applied a fine coat of face powder to take away the 'shine' from his forehead and nose.

"There, that'll do you for now! But you really must learn to do this for yourself sweetie"

She handed him back his makeup bag then headed out of the room, turning as she opened the door to remind him that,

"It's even harder to keep yourself pretty when you're working the tables – all those nasty men and their groping hands, eager to touch you up at any opportunity!"

He looked at himself in the mirror and shuddered at the prospect of another man trying to 'touch him up'

The remainder of the shift passed without further event and he was pleased to get back to the relative safety of the locker room shortly after one o'clock in the morning.

It took him longer to change out of his uniform than the other girls and the makeup proved difficult to remove completely. He was pleased to slip into his own clothes; it had seemed like an eternity since he had worn trousers. He put on his own trainers and the t-shirt then went to shut the locker.

As he went to shut the locker he looked inside at the other outfits, the pink with a white lace-up bodice, and the other, black PVC.

The black rubber dress felt very strange and he remembered that this was the outfit to be worn at Stag parties. And this Saturday was a Stag party. As he touched the shiny fabric of the dress he recounted what Patricia had told him on his first day.

"I think you'll look great in the rubber one"

When he reached the front door of the bar he was met by Heidi. She was waiting for her usual taxi and offered him a lift.

"No thanks, I'll walk tonight"

She smiled.

"Okay, look after yourself girl!"

He ignored her comment and left the premises to begin the walk home. All he needed now was some sleep and time to think.

When he reached the front door of his flat he glanced down the corridor to where his neighbour Margaret had her flat. The fact that she had recognised him in the lift, then humiliated him in the shoe store, did not make him feel any better. He hoped she would just forget about the whole matter – but inside he knew that was unlikely. Nevertheless he went to bed hoping that the whole episode would blow over without further incident.

In the morning he had his answer.

Someone was banging on his front door. Not a violent knock, but a persistent one. He glanced across at the bedside alarm clock to discover it had just gone eight o'clock. He got up and put on his bathrobe before opening the front door.

Margaret stood there with a wicked grin on her face. She was dressed for work in navy pinstripe skirt suit and black leather knee high boots.

"Good morning Mark – not 'working' today?"

She tried to keep in her laughing as he said he didn't start until late in the afternoon. He did his best not to shut the door in her face, it was bad enough getting this treatment at the Beer Keller but would he now have to consider moving his house too?

Margaret held up a carrier bag with the logo of the store in which she worked.

"Here, these are for you"

He took the bag from her and lifted out the black shoebox inside. She watched as he lifted the lid on the box to reveal the same pair of bright pink peep-toe sandals that she had made him try on in the shop yesterday.

"I know you'll like wearing such pretty shoes – and buckles are in this season!"

After he replaced the lid he looked at her and asked

"Why are you doing this?"

She turned round and pointed at her backside. It filled the tight skirt to perfection and he did feel slightly excited by her figure.

"Because you couldn't keep your dirty little eyes of my bum! Now you're going to know what it's like to have someone always gawping at you!"

She watched as he took in what she was saying.

"And don't worry Mark, I'll keep you're little secret but you'll do it on my terms – or else"

"What terms? What are you talking about?"

She placed her booted leg inside the door and told him it would be better if no one else heard the conversation. He stood aside as she entered his flat

"I've always fancied the idea of a sissy boyfriend, but most normal guys aren't up for it. Oh sure they'll try on your bra or your knickers! But ask them to wear a dress, well. Anyway, you and I could have a great time together"

"I don't want to be a sissy boyfriend!" he raised his voice slightly.

Margaret made sure he knew that she was not joking.

"Now, I have to go to work, but on Saturday morning I expect you to be at my door by ten o'clock"

"What for?"

"Never mind that for now – I take it you have to work the weekends too?"

"Yes, I start at five"

"Fine, then we can do our business by two o'clock, leaving you enough time to go to your work"

"What business?"

"My, you are a slow one! – We need to get you some nice clothes to go with your new shoes silly! and I can see you've already tried makeup – I'll show you how to cleanse properly"

"Clothes?"

"Well, you won't fit in to anything of mine, not that you wouldn't want to?"

She stroked her manicured fingers up the length of her tight skirt, watching his reaction with a certain amount of glee.

He was in turmoil now. Was he going to be resigned to a life in skirts? There had to be a way out.

Margaret straightened out her skirt once more, then made a big play of pulling up the zip on her right boot.

"Oh these boots, the zip is always slipping!"

She glanced over at him and caught him watching as she played with the zip.

"I see you like my boots? You have no idea how much of a dream they are to wear! In fact, I could see you in something like these!"

She stood up and held out a hand before him,

"You may kiss my hand – as a thank you for my present"

He did not respond to her offer.

"Fine, if that's the way you want to be. Most girls are grateful when they get presents. But have no fear you'll change. Oh, and don't bother 'dressing' on Saturday - come just as you are now"

"I'm not a girl!"

"Of course you're not – not yet anyway!"

With that she was off to work, leaving him in a more confused state that he had been before.

The shoebox bothered him. Or rather, the shoes in the box worried him. He lifted the lid and took hold of the candy pink heels. It was irrational to be afraid of something so ridiculous as a pair of shoes, especially when they had the name 'Kelly' emblazoned with silver lettering inside the sole.

As he examined the shoes closely he wondered just how high the heel was? It looked very high, at least four inches he mused. The silver buckle fastening also caught his eye. Women had such fancy ideas of what fashion was.

There was no way he would put these back on his feet.

Or so he thought.

  

  

  

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