Sally - The New Saturday Girl

by Sally Stephanie

  

Cindy and I quickly tidied up the staff room then went back to the shop floor where both Laura and Karen (Miss Roberts) were waiting. I noticed that they had all made an effort and took it that the Saturday night disco was a big deal.

Miss Roberts had softened up her from daytime navy skirt suit with a more feminine floral vest top and tight fighting pleated mini. On her feet she wore bright pink courts shoes with (as I would later learn) a medium 'kitten heel'.

Her makeup was freshened up without being as rigorous as mine, and she wore a floral 'scrunchy' to keep her black hair in a tight ponytail. From now on I figured I would refer to her as Miss Roberts.

Laura was also a transformation from her dull shop uniform. Gone were the black trousers and white blouse to be replaced with a dark red boned corset top and a pair of wide legged black velvet trousers, which were even more beautiful in my eyes because they sported a diamante trim down each leg. On her feet she had gone for a pair of black sandals with diamante straps that set off her trousers to perfection.

As for her makeup, being a natural blonde (the only one among us who was blonde) Laura had opted for a smoky-eyed look, paired off with shining lip gloss in an almost toffee coloured shade.

Laura gave me a smile as I walked over to them. "Wow Sally, I hope you're not going to have all the attention tonight?" She picked up her small handbag and slung it over her shoulder "Don't forget your bag Sally – a girl needs high maintenance when she hits town with us!",

She came forward holding a bottle of perfume "Here try this perfume, it's my new one". She sprayed me with the scent and I was immediately soon smelling very girly indeed.

Laura gave me the bottle, "You should have this. Remember a girl must always smell nice!" I took the small bottle and thanked Laura.

At that point Cindy produced a new handbag for me. It was much larger than the small one Laura had given me earlier. It had two handles but you had to carry it rather than sling it over the shoulder, a large metal clasp on the side kept it shut.

"You'll need a bigger bag Sally. It's surprising what a girl has to have at hand. I've put a new lipstick in it for you so make sure when you're freshening up you use the same shade as you've got on now – wild berry".

She handed the bag to me and I placed the perfume inside. Also I could see the two lipsticks (wild berry and shy rose (the one Miss Roberts had given me that morning). a powder compact which would double as a mirror, waterproof mascara in black, some tissues and, for the first time, two panty liners that were so small I did not see what they were at first.

 

I was almost speechless! Here I was in the company of three beautiful women who all looked fabulous in their dancing gear, were the very essence of what being a woman was all about (in my mind at least). I could only hope that I was sufficiently convincing enough to get through the next few hours without incident.

Miss Roberts zipped up her own bag and opened the front door, "You should get used to carrying some hygiene products Sally – you're going to need them sooner or later". She held the door open "On our way we can have a little chat about things"

Pursing my lips together at the mention of the word 'things' I closed my bag (it sounded strange to me but that is what it was – my bag) and held it by my side.

Cindy put out the shop lights and set the alarm.

As the room went dark I felt like a parachutist about to exit the safety of the aircraft for the first time.

The door opened and all four of us stepped into the night. It was still quite light and to the casual observer this was four working girls heading out for a well-deserved night on the town.

As Miss Roberts locked the front door I glanced up at the pink and white logo above the entrance. Was I really now an employee of Hannah Sadler Fashions? Could I ever envisaged that I would end up a 'Saturday girl' for one of the leading high street fashion retailers for young women? The candy-pink initials HSF all but hypnotised me and it took a gentle prod from Cindy to bring me back to reality and get walking.

My very short wrap skirt fluttered in the breeze and an instinctive hand went down to stop an impromptu glance of my panties. Where had this instinct come from I wondered? I was extremely self- conscious of this and the breeze against my legs did little to re-assure me. The one shoulder top had quite wide and very fine sleeves and these too billowed in the night air.

The handbag was swinging gently back and forward as I walked and my heart beat a little faster as a result. This was how I had seen women carry their bags – now I was doing it too.

Miss Roberts led the way and we followed her into the main street. The first of the boy-racers were already in Town and immediately I was sure I would be discovered.

Miss Roberts glanced at me " Stop panicking Sally, remember you've just spent all day selling high heels to young women. If you were going to be recognised it would have happened before now".

This did re-assure me, although I was sure at least one of my customers had given me a second look when I had somewhat ungracefully climbed up the step- ladder to find her size.

 

All three started walking slightly faster and I had to increase my steps to keep up. It was fine for them but this was my first day in heels. The boots Cindy had insisted I wear not only had very high heels, they were also pencil thin heels which I was sure would not support me all night. I cursed the state of the pavements as I did my best to avoid cracks and gaps in the footpath.

A group of lads came round the corner and my heart sank again. From the noise they were making it was obvious they had already been drinking. At least they were coming towards us, which meant they were going somewhere else for some 'action'.

By now we were almost level with the group and I was on the outside. The click-clack response as my boots hit the ground just made me more nervous. I was sure all the men had recognised that I was really male and it would only be a matter of time before the verbal abuse would begin. I closed my heavily made up eyes and waited.

Nothing. Not a sound. I opened my eyes once more but did not dare glance round to see if the group had gone. My heart slowed a beat and I gripped the strap of the handbag as tightly as I could. Would I always have this rush of terror every time I cam in contact with people whilst wearing a dress?

"Told you", smirked Miss Roberts as we entered the front entrance of the cocktail lounge.

The two other girls smiled encouragingly at me

"Come on I think you need a drink girl!" said Cindy.

We found a table in the main lounge. It was in a dimly lit corner so I was at least presenting a restricted view of myself to those other customers currently enjoying their Saturday night.

The silver chrome bar stools and matching tables presented another terror for me. I had never liked high stools and the prospect of safely negotiating myself up into the seat without falling off was not good.

As I hoisted myself into the seat and smoothed out my skirt to avoid creasing I became aware that my backside and the tops of my thighs rested on what felt like cold metal.

It took me a few attempts to position my boots on the slim support that joined each stool leg together. Because the heel was pencil thin I had to rest my feet using the pointed toes of the footwear. This made me perch forward in the stool.

Cindy was already heading for the bar so obviously they knew what they were all having. I though it might be inappropriate for me to ask for my usual pint of beer so I busied myself looking around the bar.

 

Miss Roberts removed the scrunchy from her hair and shook her head to allow it to fall over her shoulders.

"Don't you worry, once you've grown your hair long enough you can do this too. You need to let it grow out before you get it styled."

Cindy returned with a large jug of what turned out to be their favourite cocktail. The tipple was 'Blue Lagoon' and consisted mainly of vodka and a liqueur Cindy said was Bols Blue. There was a mountain of ice floating on the top so I guessed you had to drink it chilled.

She poured each of us a glass and handed them out. She gave me mine, and whispered "Remember not to gulp it down! take small sips. And your lipstick is long lasting so you won't leave marks all over the rim".

I lifted the glass to my (painted) lips and took a small sip. At first I was not sure if the slightly perfumed taste came from the lipstick or the cocktail but I did manage to resist licking my lips to find out. Cindy was correct about the make-up though – there was no transfer mark on the glass.

Laura leaned slightly forward "We always start off in here before hitting the clubs. In fact we're quite well known – aren't we Karen?"

Miss Roberts nodded "All the staff knows us Sally. I'll introduce you later, not tonight though."

She picked up the pitcher and refilled all our glasses "You did very well today Sally, considering it was your first time. But, just how far are you prepared to go?"

"How far?" I quizzed.

Miss Roberts glanced at the girls, "We could use someone like you full time and you don't appear to have a job. Do you have a job?" she asked.

I shook my head. My nerves were beginning to get the better of me and I found myself tugging at the hem of the mini skirt and looking down at my booted legs.

She smiled and pointed a finger at me "You know what girls? I think Sally here actually enjoys all the attention she's been getting. After all, if you had wanted to you could simply have not shown up on Friday night. What would I have done? I still had the skirt you tried to buy.

It was true that my mission to buy a skirt had not quite gone to plan. I had not lost any money during it but I did want that skirt.

"But you did turn up, at my home, and allowed me to dress you up as a woman without as much as a whisper - and we haven't seen too much of a bulge from under that skirt, so you're not just doing this for a kick are you?"

She sat back. It was obvious I was not required to give a reply right away, so I just sipped from the drink.

Laura spoke next, placing a hand on my bare thigh "Sally just wanted to buy a skirt, we all wear them so why can't men? I'm sure she loves wearing such pretty clothes, don't you Sally?"

This time I did nod, "yes I suppose I do". I stammered. My legs started to tremble at what amounted to a confession in front of the women. Curiosity also dictated that I wanted to find out if I sounded anything like a women.

But that question would be answered later.

Cindy had a fit of giggles. She looked almost joyous at the revelation, as if it was a dream come true for her to have her own little mannequin to dress up.

Miss Roberts went into her bag and stood up to go to the bar. "I'll get the next round in then we can talk some more. Perhaps you'd like to freshen up girls?"

As she went to the bar Cindy and I headed for the ladies while Laura kept the seats. I was now going to enter another forbidden domain for a man – the ladies room.

The stone flooring only served to amplify the sound of our heels as we entered the washroom. I was struck by how different it was from the men's version. Nice washbasins and huge mirrors to help you repair makeup and fix hair.

I did not need to 'go' but Cindy headed for the first cubicle, leaving me alone in what I considered to be the 'inner sanctum'.

"You better fix your lipstick Sally, Karen likes standards kept at all times", Cindy bellowed from inside the cubicle.

I placed my bag on the sink and removed the tube of lipstick. Opening it up I leant forward and very carefully repeated the process of applying dark red colour to my lips. As I was doing this, another woman came up to the sinks and started to check her make-up and hair. I stopped applying the makeup and watched as she went through the same routine I was doing.

 

She finished applying her lip gloss, had a quick spray of perfume then turned and gave me a smile.

"Don't stop on my account sweetie"

Then she let out a little gasp, and exclaimed

"Where did you get that sweet little skirt? It's gorgeous! I've been looking all over for one! Is it suede?"

Cindy had not told me if the outfit had come from the store so I had to make up my first little white lie.

"My boyfriend bought it for me as a present. He didn't say where from"

She was still in awe of my outfit. For a moment I though she might rip the skirt from me, but she put her bag back on her shoulder gave me another smile and was off just as quickly as she had arrived.

I finished by blotting with tissue (Cindy was keen to teach me all the tricks) and then ran a hand through my short hair. Did I look like a man in drag?

Turning towards the main washroom mirror I checked my outfit, adjusting the sleeves and pulling the top of the boots so that they were straight. I could not resist turning round and glancing at myself from behind.

"Oh Sally what are you like! you little liar you! And who is your boy-friend?"

Cindy emerged from the cubicle and laughed as she caught me posing in front of the mirror.

"You like those boots don't you girl!"

I straightened my skirt, picked up my bag and waited until Cindy had freshened herself up.

Back at the table we found the two others refilling our glasses. Miss Roberts looked at Cindy then turned her attention to me.

"Laura and I have been discussing a plan for you Sally. That is providing you want to take this on full time - and it will be full time, 24/7 and no exceptions? We won't accept any thing less from you."

Cindy interrupted "Perhaps Sally needs time to think before committing herself?"

 

They were seriously suggesting that I go full time as a female and work in the shop. I had already undergone what I thought was quite drastic changes in the last two days but from what they were saying now it would be nothing like what would be required.

Laura spoke next "You could move in with me, I have my own flat so you won't have to worry about rent or anything!"

"But I cannot just move in with you." I replied.

"Course you can – in fact I insist. I hate staying on my own and two girls is safer than one!"

Laura made sense with the remark then finished with

"And you'll have your own room, we can fix it up just the way you want".

"Working full time would get you about £200 a week and there is a staff clothing allowance too" added Cindy.

Miss Roberts was happy that her team was offering assistance "I don't think the company clothing allowance will take care of all what Sally needs! But don't worry I have far too many clothes just sitting at home. Some of them will suit you fine – as you can already testify".

The other girls offered clothes from their respective wardrobe too. Laura sipped from her glass then said "Don't worry, we won't lumber you will all our cast-offs! I have a fantastic red sequined shift dress that will look gorgeous on you this Christmas!"

Cindy waited for me to say something. It was all a bit of a shock to the system. True I had no job and the rented room was nothing to write home about.

As for my wardrobe it was dull compared to what I had seen women wear. But I needed time to think. Wearing a short skirt and perilously high heels might sound great; but 24/7 could be a different matter altogether.

Miss Roberts spoke first

"We can let you sleep on it tonight Sally, we have dancing to get to remember! But we want your decision tomorrow, at mid day – if you say no then you can pick up your things from my house and we will never see each other again"

She sipped from her cocktail before continuing

"But if you say yes, then you are submitting to our regime. You will be trained intensively until you are ready to think like a woman for yourself"

With that we finished our drinks and headed for the disco.

  

The beat from the room was almost deafening as we searched out a suitable table. It was still quite early so fortunately we had a choice and settled on a corner booth. At least the seats were more comfortable than the ones in the cocktail bar.

As soon as I had sat down I placed my bag on the table, took out the powder compact and checked my face in the small mirror. My lipstick was still good and the foundation was long lasting so I might only require a dusting of powder to keep it shine free.

Without realising it I had thought of all this and carried out the actions without prompting. I closed the compact and replaced it in the handbag.

Miss Roberts, who had obviously witnessed this automatic response from me, gave me a smile

"That's good Sally, you are a quick learner!"

She got up and put out her hand "Come on, lets get the drinks in".

We headed to the bar and I was handed a £50 note "Treat it as an advance – you cannot come on a girls night out with no money"

Miss Roberts turned to leave me alone at the bar.

"Get two bottles of white wine Sally, I'll see you back at the table".

She walked slowly back to the girls leaving me waiting to be served.

A young barman approached and I asked for the wine in my best 'girl' voice. Even above the music I knew this was an area that I would have to work on if I was to avoid 'detection'.

He returned with the wine, "Shall I open it for you?" he said. I nodded and he quickly opened both bottles "how many glasses?

I paused "glasses?"

"Sure, a pretty girl like yourself can't be here on her own? And hopefully nit want to drink this straight from the bottle!" he replied.

"Oh, right, sorry, four glasses please"

I stammered. This was more nerve-racking than the walk across town. I still had a lot to learn if I was going to take up the 'offer' to go full time.

But there I was again. Was I seriously considering becoming Sally full-time? I glanced down at the clothes I was wearing and was immediately mesmerised by the reflection that the disco lights cast onto my leather boots.

 

"Four glasses, two bottles of wine, that'll be thirty-two pounds please miss!"

The barman broke my concentration and I quickly handed him the money. He rung up the bill and gave me back my change

"There you are beautiful! see you again soon!"

I managed my best smile and took the tray with everything on it back to the table. My head was swirling -had my first flirt with the barman had just taken place?

Several bottles of wine later the disco was now packed to overflowing with young and old out to dance the night away for a few hours.

The disco was in full swing and Cindy grabbed my arm "

Come on Sally, I think they're playing your tune! Let's dance!"

She pulled me out of my seat and we both teetered across to the now heaving dance floor

My 'tune' turned out to by the Shania Twain hit 'Man! I Feel Like A Woman!' and it beat out from the speakers at enormous decibels as we found a space on the polished floor to which we could strut our stuff.

I was not one hundred percent steady on my feet after all the drinks and the boots I was wearing had pencil thin heels so I felt very vulnerable.

Cindy started to dance "Come on girl, shake those hips!" she shouted above the din. I started to copy what she was doing and hoped that it wasn't too pathetic. She started to point at me as she sang the lyrics

"The girls need a break--tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance--we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down"

My skirt swirled as I did my best to imitate the moves by some of the girls nearby. The song reached its chorus and Cindy grabbed my hands and we danced together as she sang

"Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts--short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild--yeah, doin' it in style"

Such was her enthusiasm I found myself joining in with her and we sang at the top of our voices

"Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free--yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman"

 

Some young men were dancing nearby and Cindy pulled me along as she made a beeline for the group. Now we were dancing in a group I was more nervous than ever.

One of the men was giving me a good look over and I reflected on the effect that seeing a woman in a short skirt and high heels can have on any man.

Here I was dancing the night away dressed to the nines and out on the town with the girls. By the time the music had changed Cindy and I were dancing bum-to-bum and generally having what the girls called a good time.

The combination of wine and music made me forget all about the decision I was going to have to make tomorrow.

 

Sunday…

 It was just after ten o'clock in the morning when I awoke in the bedroom of Miss Roberts house. Sitting up I looked down at the pink baby doll night set I had worn on my previous stop over. The top was a delicate garment, all satin and chiffon with a fluffy feather trim across the bust and delicate pink ribbon straps that ended with a bow. A satin thong completed the ensemble and the soft feel the whole thing gave against my bare skin was something I had not expected.

I pulled back the quilt and sat up on the edge of the bed. Although my facial makeup had been cleaned off before retiring to bed, my highly polished fingernails reminded me that last night had been real.

My mind was confused as I recalled the previous evening. What had I been thinking of allowing this episode to get so out of hand? Sure it had all come about because of my desire to wear women's clothes – but it had been my intention for that to be a private thing and not one to be shared with actual women.

The house was silent. The others must still be asleep I thought. We had all come back after the disco because they wanted me to let them know what I was going to do.

Looking about the room I could see the clothes I had worn last night had been put on hangers and hung on the wardrobe door. The dressing table had all the usual feminine items such as makeup, perfume bottles, hairbrushes and, a host of other items.

Walking over to the dressing table I sat down and looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed a short handwritten note folded neatly on the dresser. I could not be sure if it had been there the night before but instinct told me it was intended for me. I opened the sheet of paper and read…

 

…Sally, we all hope you have slept well and that you enjoyed you day yesterday. By the time you wake we will have left the house as we have some business we need to attend to and we feel it is better that you are given time alone to make your final choice.

Until we return at midday you have the run of the house and all we ask is that you select a 'suitable' outfit and appropriate makeup for when you present yourself to us.

There is plenty of food in the kitchen so feel free to make yourself breakfast.

Remember, we will take only your first answer to the question "Are you willing to become Sally and submit to womanhood on a full-time basis?". Please think very carefully about what this will mean not only to you. It will also affect us.

We know what we want you to say but it has to be your choice alone. If we return and you are not at home, or are not dressed accordingly we will take the answer as a no.

It was signed collectively as 'The Girls'

There was a lot to be done I mused. I replaced the letter on the dresser and looked over at the wardrobe. Was it possible that my 'male' clothes were still inside? After all if I did decide to walk away then I could hardly make my exit dressed, as I had been the night before.

When I opened the wardrobe I was presented with a rail crammed with women's clothes. Shoes and boots were placed along the bottom of the wardrobe and it was here that I spotted the black bin bag.

My heart raced as I lifted the bag out of the wardrobe and put it on the bed to open it. I could see my trousers inside and also my other clothes.

What I didn't recognise was the sealed envelope with 'Sally' written on it. The envelope stared at me. My first thought was to ignore it, get changed and head off home.

But it had obviously been intended for me and I picked it up. There was quite a bit of weight to the letter and I could feel several sheets of paper inside.

I tore the envelope open and out fell the Polaroid snaps. At least half a dozen shots – all of me and all taken at the disco. I looked at the pictures of myself dressed in a micro mini skirt, one shoulder top and those boots.

Another had me 'fixing' my lipstick in the ladies room. I could thank Cindy for that one.

It would have been obvious to anyone seeing these snapshots that I was having a great time because in each shot I had a huge smile across my face – even the ones that showed me dancing with some men.

Even the least damning of the photos, a group shot of the four of us laughing and drinking glasses of wine, would be enough to ruin me. And who had taken that?

But I was safe – they didn't know where I lived so what could they do with the pictures anyway? And I was so heavily made up that I could argue that it wasn't me in the snaps anyway.

I tossed the pictures on the bed and retrieved my jacket from the bag. It was then I saw the letter from the local council that I had taken with me on the Friday morning with the intention of calling into the housing office en-route to this house.

That letter would seal my fate. The girls would have taken a note of my home address and they wanted me to know that running out on them was not the best option if I wanted my secret to remain from my landlord.

Resigned to this I put my clothes back in the bag, put the envelope and photos back as best I could and returned the bag to the wardrobe.

Now what to wear? I ran my fingers along the rail and stopped at a pale pink halter neck top. A size 16 so guessed that it would fit. Next I decided on a simple black pencil skirt, which I held up beside the top to check that it looked okay (something I had seen women do when they were shopping). I put the items on the bed then went back for some shoes.

Every pair came with a heel. Not a single flat pair to be seen. I lifted a pink pair of court shoes but rejected them as the heel looked too high. I rummaged about until settling on a pair of black strappy sandals with an open toe. Although they had a high heel they were open at the back and should be more comfortable.

Then it hit me - every single item of clothing and all the pairs of shoes were in my size. Yet this was Miss Roberts's stuff. Just how long had this set up been planned?

Halter neck tops have their own problems when it came to selecting underwear. I had picked out a bra from the lingerie drawer but the shoulder straps would be visible and that would not look right. I looked through the drawer again and found a black wonderbra. 

From my reading of clothing catalogues and women's magazines I remembered that you could adjust the straps of this brand of bra to make it a halter style. I fumbled with the removable straps and tried several times to re-link them before I managed to get the setting right.

A pair of white high leg briefs and 10 denier tan tights completed my search through the drawer. I sat back on the bed and looked at the clock. It was now ten thirty and time for a shower.

When I returned to the bedroom I quickly towel dried my hair and sat down at the dresser to ensure I had shaved as close as I could using a women's razor. Satisfied I looked on the dresser and found a moisturiser with which to prepare my face.

As I gently massaged the cream into my face I was looking at the range of cosmetics available. There was plenty of choice but where did I start? I decided I would try and outsmart the girls at their own game – I would co-ordinate (or try at least) my makeup with my outfit. And I was determined it was going to be girly.

I selected the makeup I was going to use and laid out the pots of eye shadow, eyeliner pens, mascara, blushers, powders and lipstick before me. My black nail polish would have to come off and replaced with a shimmering pink shade. I decided to do my toes the same shade of polish.

In my mind I knew the sequence to be used for creating the look. Now would come the difficult bit - a full makeover and for the first time unaided. I picked up the foundation and squeezed out the required amount on my fingertips (I had read that this was better than using the cosmetic sponges as you didn't lose half the product to the sponge) and began to blend the colour on to my face.

One whole hour later and I was putting the finishing touches to my cheeks with a very light dusting of blusher. The face that looked back at me from the mirror smiled. I was especially pleased with the rosy-pink high shine lipstick, which had a fruity flavour that I never expected makeup to have. In short, my lips were in love.

I chose one of the perfume bottles and sprayed myself with the scent then sat back for a second to decide on my next move. My hair was short but I gathered I could create something similar to last night. With the aid of hairspray and some pins I got to work.

By the time I had styled my hair it was almost a quarter to twelve. Fifteen minutes to go and still so much to do. It was then I noticed a pink floral chocker among the costume jewellery. It would set off my outfit so I quickly put it one then got up and started to dress myself in the clothes. 

At a minute past midday I was standing in the lounge when I heard the car draw up in the front drive to announce the return of the women.

The front door opened and they came into the room to find me fully dressed in what I had hoped would be the 'appropriate' style.

They were laden with shopping bags from a variety of stores and the look on their faces was one of approval.

Miss Roberts removed her denim jacket, put down the shopping and came towards me to inspect every last detail.

"Not bad Sally! The choker is a particularly nice touch" she nodded, as she looked me closely. "You're makeup still needs practise but it's passable for now – very girly. I must say you do look good in pastel shades".

Cindy and Laura looked really surprised to see me in this way. Had they expected me to run out on them? But how could I have knowing what I knew about the pictures?

Laura came up to me "My you're a living doll in that top Sally, I just want to give you a big hug right now!" As her arms wrapped around me she gave me a girly cheek-to-cheek kiss and whispered in my ear

"I'm glad you found the photos Sally!"

She stepped back and smiled I knew now that Laura must have put the envelope in the bag in an attempt to warn me of what the consequences might have been if I'd run out?

Cindy looked very pleased to see me like this. She put her shopping down and went towards the kitchen "I'll make us all a nice cuppa" she beamed.

Miss Roberts turned to her "Wait Cindy! We must here what Sally has to say first. No point in making tea if we're not all going to be here to drink it"

Cindy stopped and looked at her, then back at me "Oh Sally please say yes!"

Miss Roberts sat down on the couch and motioned for the other two women to join her. I was left standing in front of them and found myself clasping my hands in front of me.

"Well Sally, you got our letter and you know what I'm going to ask you?"

"Are you ready to answer?" asked Miss Roberts.

A nod.

"Are you willing to become Sally and submit to womanhood on a full-time basis?"

All three women waited. Suddenly my throat became dry and I thought I might have lost my voice. It seemed like an entirety but was in fact less than a minute.

"Yes".

For a moment there was silence in the room. I stood like a scolded schoolgirl waiting for someone to speak.

Miss Roberts stood up, straightened her skirt with her hands then spoke "Cindy you can go and make the tea now – I think we could all use a cup".

"Okay" continued Miss Roberts, "From now on you will be Sally. There is no turning back," she reminded me.

"Later this morning I will drive you over to your accommodation where you will settle the balance of your rent and collect all your belongings. How much notice are you required to give?"

"Four weeks" I replied.

"And how much is that exactly?" asked Miss Roberts.

"It would be £600 to settle" came my reply.

Miss Roberts nodded as she though to herself for a moment "Fine, I will settle the account and you can look upon it as an advance of pay"

"Shall I go and change then?" I enquired.

"Change?" she queried.

"If we're going over to my flat,"

She looked at me and I was not sure if she understood what I meant. But it was me that did not understand what she meant.

"Sure, if you want to put on a more conservative top I understand" she replied.

I got up and straightened the hem of my skirt " I was thinking more like my own clothes?"

"Darling, these are you're clothes" Miss Roberts smiled and came over to adjust the choker round my neck so that the rose flower was in the centre of my throat and thus covering up my Adams Apple, "Remember what you just agreed to?"

"But – " I tried to reason but it was always going to be useless.

Miss Roberts was not in a negotiating mood. "No buts! – I'm sure you've seen the photos we took last night. Yes we would have sent them to your landlord if we had come back and found you had flown the coup"

She sat back down as the tea arrived, "It's better your landlord sees you like you are. After all once we've paid up and cleared your room you probably won't see him ever again - and he certainly won't recognise you in a few weeks time".

As Cindy handed out the cups of tea I sat down and wondered just what my landlord was going to say when I turned up as a women. Then my concentration was broken by Laura as she all but marched over to me and pulled my knees together.

"Sally! Keep those knees together! A girl never sits down like that," she said in what I took was a mild rebuke.

"Either that or cross one leg over the other like this"

She crossed my left leg over the right and positioned it so that it was close against the right leg.

"It's much more womanly to keep both legs together, although it is allowable to have your legs outstretched when you're showing off your pretty heels, and you should swing your crossed leg like this".

She demonstrated how to swing the outstretched leg back and forth.

"It drives men wild when they see a gorgeous girl showing off her heels – you'll see!"

I found keeping my legs in the position quite difficult and I really had to sit up straight to maintain the posture.

Laura sat back down, took a sip of her tea and offered me encouragement, "Don't worry Sally you'll soon get the hang of it."

Of that fact I never doubted it. I sipped my tea and wondered just what sort of 'training' lay ahead.

Miss Roberts put her empty cup on the table and got up. "I'm going to change into some jeans and trainers after I've had a shower. Sally you can collect the bin bag from your room and bring it downstairs – we can take it with us and drop everything off at the tip in one visit."

She stopped half way up the staircase and waited until I had caught up with her.

"Oh, and you just might want to change that top – it is Sunday after all and we don't want to give your landlord the wrong impression".

 

I watched her walk down the hall towards her bedroom then I made my way into my room in order to collect the bag and choose another top. I unclipped the choker fro my neck and put it on the dressing table.

As I glanced at my reflection I had to agree with Miss Roberts that if my landlord was going to see me then I should tone it down a little.

From the wardrobe I chose a short-sleeved red polo neck jumper and a matching wool blend skirt. The skirt felt very expensive indeed as I zipped myself into it. After carefully hanging up the halter- top I changed in the jumper I gave myself a 'once-over' look in the dressing table mirror.

Everything was fine except now I found myself wanting to change my lipstick. I took a tissue and wiped off the shimmering pink shade taking care not to disturb the rest of my makeup too much.

Lifting my handbag from beside the bed I undid the claspit and took out the wild berry shade that Cindy had given me the previous night. It would match with the jumper I thought to myself as I carefully filled in my lips. A dusting of powder and two tissues later and I was happy with the results.

I picked up my handbag and carried it as daintily as I could imagine, and left the room carrying the final vestige of my male identity in the bin bag.

Downstairs Cindy and Laura gave me the thumbs up for my new look. I joined them in the kitchen to wait for Miss Roberts to return.

Cindy finished unpacking the grocery shopping whilst Laura took the other bags and put them at the front door. I helped Cindy with the last few items.

"Thanks Sally, love that jumper. Red really suits you," she said.

Laura came back into the room

"Well that's us just about ready to go then girls!"

She looked at me

"Don't worry Sally, while Karen takes you to settle your account at your flat Cindy and I are going to get your new room at my place all ready"

Cindy nodded "It's not a full paint job or anything, just fixing you up with fresh bedding and some wardrobe essentials"

Laura pointed to the bags at the front door "And some toiletries and make up too, just to keep you going until we take you on a girls shopping trip!"

I smiled. No doubt the shopping trip would be an experience not to be missed I thought.

At that point we heard Miss Roberts returning from upstairs. She was very casually dressed and had her car keys in one hand.

"Okay then, shall we go? Laura we should be at your place at around three o'clock so will you have everything finished by then?"

Laura nodded "Sure, I've got all we agreed on so it's just a matter of getting it unpacked and everything. Do you want me to get some clothes from here for Sally too?"

"Yes, that's a good idea – I never wear the clothes in that room anyway so take what you think Sally might needed for the next couple of weeks. She can always pick up some more stuff later on".

"I'll help you Laura!" beamed Cindy

"See you two later then!"

We arrived outside the building where I had rented a room. I looked out on the street and was glad it was deserted. It was still early on the Sunday morning and the neighbours would not be out and about yet.

"Here, you'll need your front door and room keys to get in" Miss Roberts said handing me my keys.

With all that had been happening I plain forgot all about my keys. They must have retrieved them from my trouser pocket when they put my clothes in the bin bag.

"Come on then, the sooner we get this business cleared up the sooner we can commence your training"

Miss Roberts stepped out of the car and I followed her up the front path, the sound of my heels breaking the morning silence.

"Do you have much stuff?" she asked

"No not much"

"Good, this won't take long then will it?"

I turned the key in the door and we entered the reception hall. My room was on the first flight and my landlord had all of the rooms on the ground floor. We climbed the stairs and I let Miss Roberts into my room.

Inside the place was tidy. I never kept a great deal and was always tidy and I could see that Miss Roberts was impressed at how clean the place was.

"Very good Sally, you do have a woman's touch when it comes to housework" she complimented.

As I put my handbag on the table she looked about the room and made her way over to my wardrobe. Inside hung my entire clothes collection. It would probably fit in just a few bin bags.

Miss Roberts opened her large bag and handed the black refuse sacks

"Here, start putting your old stuff away. No room for your books and CD's though. Sorry."

I started emptying the clothes in to the bags and then moved to the small set of drawers that stored my shirts, t-shirts, socks and underpants. Within ten minutes I had emptied the wardrobe and drawers into three black sacks.

As Miss Roberts thumbed through my collection of books and music I became aware that someone was standing in the doorway – it was my landlord.

"Who the hell are you two?" he raged.

He gave me a funny look, as if he recognised me but was not entirely sure how.

"It's me Mr Anderson"

I found myself straightening the hem of my skirt as I stood up. My voice gave it away. He was taken aback to find me wearing a skirt and jacket and he could not take his eyes off my polished fingernails or ignore the clicking of my heels on the floor.

"Well? he asked, looking at Miss Roberts for an explanation, "Who are you?"

"I'm involved with Sally's welfare", replied Miss Roberts as she opened her purse and produced and envelope with the months rent. She handed it to him and all but commanded the man as to what was going to happen.

"And she has just vacated her apartment, you'll find the one months notice in there"

He opened the envelope and fanned the notes. He was confused.

"She? Sally?, you mean?"

She nodded as he pointed at me.

"Yes, Sally needs to leave here to start her new life"

"He's not a girl, he's a bloke! what's he doing in a skirt and high heels?"

He looked at me but could not speak. I did not speak either, all I wanted to do was get out of the place and never come back. I wasn't too concerned about the small collection of books and things – he could take them to a charity shop if he wanted.

"That is a matter of opinion Mr Anderson! You don't get many 'blokes' looking that good in a skirt"

Miss Roberts replied curtly.

"We have to go now, you will find an extra fifty inside which should take care of any cleaning up you might want to do in here".

Mr Anderson looked again at the money. He was not really bothered who stayed in the room as long as he got his money.

Miss Roberts indicated that I should collect the bags of clothes then turned to the landlord.

"We girls have lots to get on with so if you'll please excuse us?"

It was not a request but an order. Miss Roberts closed her bag and I put mine back on my shoulder. I lifted the bin bags and hastily followed her back downstairs. From the top of the landing I heard Mr Anderson cry out

"What about his mail?"

"Oh you can return it to sender if you want" replied Miss Roberts as she opened the door and we stepped back into the street.

Taking the car keys from her bag I heard here say "You don't want anything to do with male do you Sally"

As she laughed we got in the car.

 

The flat Laura stayed in was actually not so far away from where I had lived. It was a single storey apartment with two bedrooms a lounge, kitchen and bathroom. It looked very girly.

Laura and Cindy had worked wonders with the room. The place had been aired and there was fresh linen on the bed. Flowers adorned several vases in the room and the scent of perfume was in the air.

I stood surveying the place where I was now going to stay. The pink bed set contrasted with the plain cream walls and the wooden floor itself was covered with one huge cream coloured rug.

A simple dressing table was at one side of the room and I noticed the selection of cosmetics, hairbrushes and trinket boxes. Very much in the same vein as the room at Miss Roberts place.

 

Laura pulled aside the mirrored doors of the built-in wardrobe to reveal a cupboard brimming with female attire. Skirts of all lengths and material were neatly arranged alongside various dresses, jackets and tops. She ran her hand along the clothes as she revealed what was going to be my wardrobe.

"You like the clothes Sally?

I allowed myself a nod as I put my handbag on the bed.

Laura moved away from the wardrobe and opened another door to reveal an equally extensive range of footwear. I could remember some of the styles from the magazines and catalogues I'd read. Court shoes, Sling-backs, Strappy evening sandals, loafers and what seemed to be at least half a dozen pairs of knee high leather boots. Every pair was part of the rainbow of colours that shone from the cupboard.

"Give a girl the right footwear and you have won her heart", giggled Laura.

At my bedside I was then shown my lingerie drawer. This was full of complete sets of bra's, panties and suspender belts. Silk slips and camisoles were stored in the second drawer along with numerous pairs of tights, hold-ups and stockings. The third drawer contained a rainbow assortment of Tee shirts, and scarves, and gloves.

Miss Roberts looked pleased with the work that the girls had done in so short a space of time. She handed me a large bag, the type that you would get when buying from a designer store and have to sling over your shoulder just to carry it. This one came from La Senza lingerie and I had a fair idea what was inside.

"Here Sally, this is a welcome gift from me"

Inside the bag I removed two items. One black the other pink. Both were in a rich satin material that gave them a wonderful sheen. I held the black one up and noticed immediately that this was a corset. Not one of the basque style undergarments but a proper waist-clinching corset that had to be laced up from the back. The pink version was the same.

"I told you earlier I couldn't wait to get you laced into a proper corset. You're going to fall in love with these, especially when you see the bust you're going to have."

Miss Roberts held the pink one against my body then did the same with the black one.

"I can't decide if you'll look better in black or pink?"

She put both items back into the bag and told me to put it beside my bed until later. I did as she asked then waited for the next stage.

"Right girls – lets go to the lounge and we can begin"

Not for the first time my mind was a confusion of ideas. Yes I had always wanted to dress as a woman but I could never have imagined that it would be under the circumstances of the last two days.

What was the motivation for these women to take what appeared to be some considerable effort (not to mention expense) to forcibly feminise me to such an extreme that I now had a job in a fashion store?

Could I have done more to resist them? Or was the truth really that I had enjoyed all the attention?

Miss Roberts waited until we were all seated in the lounge. I was told to sit in one of the chairs while they all sat on the couch. It very much reminded me of an interview.

"Well Sally, what do you think of your new room?"

She asked as she removed a document wallet from her large leather business bag.

As I had no wish to upset Laura I replied

"It's beautiful"

Miss Roberts laid out an assortment of items on the table before us. Sheets of paper, a videotape and a mobile telephone were the more recognisable items.

Laura was given the videotape and asked to put it in the player but not to turn it on just yet.

Miss Roberts gathered her paperwork then looked at me direct.

"Now Sally, we have some more information for you before we start your training proper. First of all we have been quite surprised at how you've coped this weekend. I've seen worse impersonations of women, and you do have fantastic legs".

This was the first compliment I think I had been paid by her. It was a bit of a surprise but it made me feel good.

"However, we hope that now you can appreciate it's not quite the cakewalk you imagined being a woman is it?"

I nodded.

"I'd say at the moment you're passable. But you do need an awful lot of training to convince us that you are indeed one of the girls".

 

She motioned to Laura that she should start the videotape.

"This is the shop CCTV video from Saturday. You'll notice I arranged for it to be trained exclusively in your area. It's been edited so it doesn't last the whole day. Lets watch it together and if anyone, apart from you of course Sally, has any comments then please speak up".

As the tape began I could see myself standing waiting in the shoe section of the shop. I was tugging at the white blouse and fiddling with the opened buttons as the first women entered the display area.

"Never fidget Sally!" Cindy rebuked me, "It gives the customers the impression that you might be vulnerable – makes you a target for shoplifters and so on"

Such a situation had never occurred to me but I was glad of the advice. But I did feel very vulnerable at that precise moment in time.

There was no sound with the tape so you could only guess what the customer was asking me for. I took the customer over to a display of ankle boots and you could see me lifting up a pair for her to have a look at. She shook her head then chose another pair. I then took the boot from her and went out of shot.

"That customer there spotted that you were not everything you might have appeared to be. She is watching as you head for the stock room. She is curious and is undecided if the person serving her is in fact female"

I had not noticed the fact that my walk over to the door of the stock room was being so carefully observed by the customer.

"Most women will not say anything to you, even if they are curious or offended. They will not want to believe that the person fitting their shoes is in fact male"

Laura made another comment that made me blush with embarrassment

"I think it's Sally hands, they need manicured and properly shaped. I'll give you a proper set of nails Sally you just wait! You'll soon forget those horrible male hands!"

As the tape continued I was aware that Miss Roberts was correct. I was passable but there was plenty of work to be done. I thought at the time I was convincing but could see now on the tape that I did at times (in my opinion) look like a guy in a skirt. And some of the customers appeared to notice this too.

"You realise now Sally that what you think you might look like is not entirely what others see? I think you have the basics but the detail is missing, those little signs that women give out to other women. What you are doing just now is trying to be woman from a male point of view – that does not work I'm afraid".

Miss Roberts made a note on the writing pad she had been using.

"But don't despair Sally! There is no reason why, once you have completed your induction, you will not acquire these mannerisms and characteristics. In short you will stop to function as a male and begin to function, correctly, as a female"

I nodded.

"This week is not just a 'crash course' in womanhood. It will help you to make the initial adjustments to your personality. Once it is over you will continue your reassignment on a daily basis. The difference being that you will have the necessary thought process of a woman to enable you to make the correct choices".

Before I could ask what sort of choices she meant I was told

"They might be something as trivial as what bra to wear? or is that shade of eye shadow going to look good?.

My hands went down to the hem of my skirt, which I adjusted then smoothed out to reduce possible creasing. What Miss Roberts was saying did make sense.

"The difference that those choices will be very different from the ones you would have made if your were still thinking like a man."

The use of the past tense alarmed me slightly. Since all this had begun they had always referred to me as a 'she' rather than 'he'.

We all turned our attention to the tape and watch the remaining half an hour of my debut day at work.

Miss Roberts took the tape back from the video player and placed it inside her bag for safekeeping.

Cindy offered to go and make fresh tea.

Laura gave me a re-assuring wink. It was going to be okay.

At that moment the doorbell rang. And Miss Roberts got to her feet and went to answer it. On the way out she turned and spoke gently

"We've got big plans for you Sally and they start right now!"

  

  

  

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