Sarah's Story

by Rob Henson

 

Chapter 3 – Sarah and Clair

Simon had hoped to see Ben again as Sarah but the opportunity never arose even though they did go out with the group a few times. Ben phoned one evening a couple of months later to say that his family were moving away and he would be going with them. Simon had been sad that the relationship had not developed further since Ben had been a good mate as well as a sexy boyfriend.

"Remember," said Ben as they finished their conversation together for the last time, "it will be Sarah that's in control from now on, Simon is just a body looking after her until she is set free. Have fun. Goodbye and take care," and he was gone.

One afternoon not long after Ben had left Clair phoned to say she would be late back. Simon had only just returned home himself after a late revision session at school. There would not be enough time to change into Sarah now he thought, as he settled down to do more homework in his bedroom.

"Richard is away overnight on a course so I thought we could get a Chinese Takeaway, what do you think?"

"Sounds great Mum, what time will you be in?" Simon asked.

"I should be home just after seven, see you then."

Simon was still working when Clair arrived home.

"What a day. I need a bath and a large gin & tonic in the that order. Can you bring one up in about ten minutes, darling," said Clair already halfway up the stairs and beginning to undo her dress.

"Of course Mum," Simon headed off to the kitchen to prepare the ice and lemon.

He took the drink upstairs and went straight to the bathroom. Clair had left the door half open for him; she had never worried about him seeing her undressed. She was already soaking in the bath with her eyes closed when Simon noticed that she had left her clothes on the chair. Seeing them laying there reminded him that he hadn't had a chance to dress for a while and he was beginning to miss Sarah.

"Here you are," he said. Clair opened her eyes dreamily.

"Thanks, darling" she said taking a large gulp, "come and sit down and tell me about your day." Simon sat on the chair which was placed slightly behind Clair's head so that she couldn't see him easily without sitting up and turning around.

"Oh just the usual, mainly revision and a session about exam technique. How about you?"

Clair started to tell him about the latest job she was working on and the reason she was late back that evening when Simon's hand felt behind him and he realised her tights were hanging from the arm of the chair about to fall onto the floor. He put his hand out to stop them and noticed something odd, they did not feel like the tights he normally found in the wash basket. These were finer, smother somehow and very slightly glossy. He suddenly knew he just had to try them on.

"So what shall I order then?" Simon thought quickly working out that if he could arrange dinner swiftly then Clair might not have time to tidy up her clothes. The plan worked well and he called up to say that the meal had arrived just as she was stepping out of the bath.

"Be right down," she called as Simon prepared the table.

"Right, I am going to plonk down here with a bottle of wine and not move for the rest of the evening, there's a good film on at eight o'clock. What about you?" Clair asked falling onto the sofa.

"I've seen it before," said Simon pretending to study the television pages of the newspaper. "I still have some reading to do so I think I'll have a bath as well after diner."

"OK darling, now lets eat, I'm ravenous."

When they had finished Simon cleared the plates away, went up to the bathroom and locked the door. Her clothes were still on the chair and her shoes were underneath just as he had anticipated. He quickly got undressed and set the taps running. He found her panties on top and pulled them on pushing his cock into its usual place, straight down in front of the gusset giving him a nice, feminine, profile. He had noticed recently that, although he felt excited inside, his cock had stayed soft and he rarely brought himself off at the end of a dressing session anymore. It was a much more relaxed feeling, one of comfort and serenity. That didn't mean that sex was no longer exciting though, indeed he had spent many glorious moments stroking himself in bed last thing at night usually thinking about what Ben and Sarah had done together in Stratford or about some of the boys in the sixth form who he had begun to notice.

Sarah pulled on the bra and found some tights in the wash basket to pack them out with. Once again her feminine figure began to emerge. She knew now that she would never be particularly attracted to girls although she loved being with them as friends, good friends often, sharing ideas and secrets. She also new that she wasn't gay, well Simon wasn't at least although for a time he thought he might be when he realised that girls did not turn him at all. He had even explored this with a few friends who were openly gay but, once again, something was still not quite right. They wanted to be with another boy which, of course, left no room for Sarah. After being with Ben, Simon knew where his sexuality lay. Ben was not gay either and had not been attracted to Simon at all sexually, but as Sarah, Ben was all over her and she loved it.

She picked up the tights from the chair and pulled them over her hand, They felt wonderful, cool and smooth, and so light. They were the light tan colour that Clair preferred for work and Sarah pulled them slowly up her smooth legs, over her knees and up to her waist. They looked and felt fantastic. She walked around the bathroom and felt the whisper as her legs brushed together. She then pulled the dress over her head, pulled up the zip, clipped the buttons together and put on the shoes that were laying under the chair.

It was as if Simon's sexuality no longer mattered, or even existed. To work it out would be impossible, however Sarah sexuality was much easier understand. She was a lovely girl attracted to real boys, and men. It just happened that she had a little something extra to offer. And what's more they could be attracted to her judging by Ben's reaction while they were away for that week-end together. It had been a wonderful time for Sarah going out together as a couple but more especially when they returned to the house and had had fun together although Ben had not attempted to make love to her. She loved Ben for that, she realised now, since it would not have been the right thing to do at that time. Maybe if he had stayed around a while longer though …who knows?

She walked around the room again and then looked in the mirror. From the neck down she looked like Clair just as she had come in from work. Her hair was darker and styled differently since Sarah resembled Richard more than Clair and her features were from that side of the family. Even without makeup though she was pretty and her legs looked great. She decided she had to wear these tights more often but how could she wait for them to appear in the laundry basket again, it might be weeks. She glanced over to the waste bin and there on top, was the packet that Clair must have thrown away that morning, Aristoc Sheer Elegance – Sandal toe - colour Sherry. Sarah would have to buy some, the next day if possible. The bath was full so Sarah turned off the taps, got undressed and stepped into the steamy perfumed water. She would read for a while and then get dressed again. When she finished she took the empty packet back to her room and hid it in one of her desk draws.

The next morning Clair never noticed that the packet had gone but she did notice when it reappeared on top of the waste basket in the bathroom three days later especially as the bin had been emptied in the meantime.

Simon finished school early the following Wednesday and went to the high street to find a shop that sold the tights he needed. He wandered in and out of three main stores before he finding the type that matched the packet in his pocket. He looked through the rack at some of the other styles and finally picked up two pairs that were the same as he had worn a couple of evenings before. His breaths were coming fast again and his head felt light.

"Are they the correct size?" A voice appeared to come from nowhere and shook him out of his daze.

"Pardon," Simon responded.

"Who are they for?" asked the shop assistant once more.

"Er, my mum, it's her birthday," he added quickly.

"Ah that's nice, how tall is she?"

"About my, er, She's about the same as you," he said correcting himself.

"That should be OK then, these are medium. Tell her she can change them so long as they are not opened. That's five pounds please"

Simon handed over the money and left the shop. It would be much less nerve racking if it had been Sarah buying these, he thought, still maybe soon. As he walked back towards home he noticed a large charity shop which had a display of ladies dresses in the window. They looked as good as new and were very cheap. Why not, he thought? This way he would always have access to just the clothes Sarah wanted whenever she felt like appearing. He found a light blue dress with long sleeves, quite short, and another slightly longer in beige. He also chose a skirt and blouse all in the correct sizes which he now knew. The shop was busy and no one paid him any special attention as he paid for the dresses. Just before he got to the end of the shopping area he found one more charity shop displaying a really nice pair of blue sandals in the window and in his size, six. He just had to have them.

He almost ran home and leapt the stairs to his bedroom and got undressed. He spent the next two hours trying on his new clothes although he continued to use Clair's undies from the washing basket; he wasn't brave enough to tackle that shopping challenge just yet. All to quickly it was time to put his new clothes away and change back to Simon. He found a small box and folded the clothes careful and placed them at the bottom of his bedroom cupboard where they would not be found. A few minutes later Clair returned from work.

The next few weeks found Simon busy preparing for his exams. He was able to spend more time at home revising and of course Sarah was never very far away. She rarely had time to use full make-up but she tied her hair back which gave her a feminine appearance. She loved her own clothes and never tired of wearing them even though there was not much of a choice. Sarah always found it much more relaxing while studying, it was as if she knew what revision was required and how much work had to be done better than Simon did. There were a couple of occasions when Clair or Richard had come home early but Sarah had a plan for changing back to Simon quickly so it was never a problem. Finally the exams came and all to quickly finished. It was a great time for the gang celebrating especially as they had found a pub that didn't mind serving them even though most of them were under age.

Summer came and went an it was time once again for Simon to settle down and concentrate on his A level course. A pattern had developed where he would dress two or three times a week after school or longer on the rare occasions Clair and Richard were away. Life was busy and the year quickly passed with mid course exams once again to the fore. Simon felt he was lucky to have Sarah with him. It made studying relaxed and fun.

"We've decided to have an early holiday this year and we're going to Scotland touring," said Clair one evening over dinner just as the term was finishing, "Would you like to come with us?"

"Well, I was thinking of getting a job over the Summer," said Simon, "and I'm not too keen on touring anyway."

"That's alright, I didn't really think you would enjoy it much anyway. You'll need to look after the house though and NO parties while we're away."

"As if," said Simon already wondering how he might manage it without them finding out.

They went off a couple of weeks later and Simon had the house to himself at last for three weeks. He had found a job in a clothes shop which meant he had to work at the weekends with Thursday and Friday's off.

Every evening, so long as he wasn't going out, he would get changed and Sarah would come alive again. First he would shower and then put on Clair's makeup. She had lots but he was very careful not to use too much. He had considered buying some of his own but he would hardly ever have the chance to wear it. Now that he had the house to himself he made more use of Clair's outfits always making sure he put them back exactly as he had found them. His days off were great too since he could spend the whole time as Sarah and the evening and night as well. He even wore a night dress to bed and let his hair grow long enough for a pony tail which many boys were now wearing.

The weeks soon passed and the latest call on the answer phone from Clair had said that they were beginning to head back and would be home at the week-end. Sarah made the most of her last few days of ecstasy.

Clair and Richard had had a great time during the first two weeks but then the weather changed which also became the primary reason of the third major turning point in Simon's life. By Wednesday morning of the third week Richard had had enough. It had not stopped raining since Monday and the forecast for the rest of the week was not encouraging either.

"Come on lets go home," he said as they packed the cases from the most recent overnight stop. There was more that they had planned to see but Claire agreed that it wasn't much fun. They set off after breakfast and drove all day until they reached York where they stopped overnight. It would then be an easy run back to Warwick down the motorway from there. Clair had called Simon every few days but didn't always manage to speak to him although she always left a message on the answer phone. She called again when they arrived in York to say they would be home the following afternoon and to make sure the house was tidy. Once again there was no answer.

"What's the problem," Richard asked noticing her concern.

"Nothing, I'll tell you tomorrow in the car." Her fear was that they would turn up unexpectedly and then Simons secret would be out. Little did he or her know that that was precisely what was about to happen.

"So what's the big problem." asked Richard once they were on the Motorway heading back towards Warwick.

"Well, its about Simon," Clair began, "he's been wearing girls cloths." She had be pondering for weeks how to raise the issue and in the end decided to just come straight out and tell him.

"Oh," said Richard, "is that such a big problem? Remember I've put on some of your things now and again when we've been having some fun."

Clair laughed and remembered some of the occasions he was referring to.

"Maybe you're right, he might just be going through a phase but I do think it's a bit more serious than that. I had noticed some of my cloths had been worn for a couple of years now but I assumed he was just curious. Then a couple of weeks ago I was putting some things away in the big cupboard in his room and noticed a box. It was full of just about everything a girl would need, underwear, dresses and some cheap jewellery."

"Yes, I see what you mean" said Richard thoughtfully. "Well I think, if it is serious for him, that it's better out in the open. So will it be me, you or the both of us tackling it?"

She hadn't expected him to be quite so forthright but, it was not surprising really bearing in mind how practical Richard usually was.

"I don't know, let me think about it," she said "but I have a feeling we may have to deal with this quicker than you think." She was right of course.

Meanwhile Simon had got up at around ten as usual but was still tired from the night before. He had been out late with his friends and had gone back to Angie's place to drink some more and play videos. Her parents were also away and Simon arrived home at four o'clock completely shattered.

Sarah got dressed and chose a blue dress of Clair's. She pulled on her tights and wore the blue sandals she had purchased at the charity shop. The dress was short and showed off her legs nicely. She used a hair band to hold her long hair in place, put on some light make-up and was pleased with the result. Sarah had planned to spend the next couple of days cleaning the house before her parents returned home at the week-end. The sound of the vacuum cleaner drowned out the ringing of the telephone and Sarah never noticed the light on the answer phone flashing. At one o'clock she felt that she'd deserved a break. She made some coffee and toast and laid on the sofa. Before realising it she had fallen asleep.

Clair and Richard arrived home at three o'clock that afternoon and Richard took the first of the cases in while Clair tidied the car. As Richard came in he popped his head around the door of the lounge.

"Hi, we're home early…." and stopped when he saw the pretty girl asleep on the sofa.

"Sorry," he said, "just looking for Simon" and carried on upstairs with the bags. Simon woke with a start. As he arrived back at the car Richard told Clair he had just bumped into what must have been one of Simons new girlfriends.

"Are you sure?" asked Clair not at all convinced. He took the rest of the cases up to the bedroom and Clair went to the lounge where she saw a very attractive girl who could have been Simons twin sister.

"Oh….." said Simon deep red now "I, I, I wasn't expecting you so, so, early" he stammered, not knowing what he could do since there was nowhere to hide. He just stood there head bowed instead.

"Hello dear," said Clair rushing over to him and giving him a big hug.

"It's good to see you again but I must admit I never expected it to be like this," she lied, "how are you?"

"errr, fine I guess" said Simon now totally confused. Just then Richard came in and stopped in his tracks. He had been thinking about what Clair had said but wasn't quite prepared to have to deal with it so quickly.

"Hi Simon, looks like you've been having a good time," he said smiling "how's things?"

Simon's mind was now in utter turmoil. He had been expecting his world to come crashing down and here they were, walking in on him and hardly batting an eyelid. He continued standing there completely dumb stuck.

"Well, I think the least you could do would be to make us a nice cup of tea while I go and have a shower," said Clair, "and then we can have a talk if that's OK?"

"Yes of course, but don't you want me to get changed first" he asked timidly.

"Not if you don't want to," said Clair, "It must have taken you quite a while to get dressed like that since you look so good and especially the make-up. It would be a shame to waste it. No, stay as you are," and she disappeared upstairs.

"Don't worry" said Richard smiling "no problems for us if that's what you like to do. Go and make the tea and we'll be down in a minute. And I must say you look great, very convincing, I would never have known," he added and he followed Clair upstairs to the bedroom.

They both came down soon after and the three of them talked for about an hour. Simon explained briefly how it had started including how his feelings had changed recently. He didn't mention Ben though. When he had finished Clair spoke.

"We don't have a problem with this," she said looking at Richard who shook his head in confirmation, "but if you are going to dress up then it can't be furtive. You must be open with us about it and do it properly. Do you have a name?"

"Yes, I think of myself as Sarah."

"That's nice," said Richard, "so it looks like I have a daughter as well now and held out his arms. Sarah came over and sank in his arms and gave him the biggest hug.

"Right, and if you are going to be Sarah for a while we need to by you some clothes. We can go shopping tomorrow which will cheer me up after cutting my holiday short. We will go into Coventry and you can come as Sarah. How does that sound?" Clair was most insistent.

"Are you serious?" said Sarah, not sure weather to laugh or cry. "I couldn't possibly go out during the day like this."

"Yes you could and you will. No half measures, like I said you do this properly or not at all, in any case Richard was completely fooled, he thought you were Simon's girlfriend when he came in and saw you. So that's settled then, we'll get you ready and then we'll go out tomorrow afternoon and then Richard can meet us in the evening and buy dinner for his two favourite ladies.

"Sounds great to me," he smiled, "I would be honoured to be in the company of such beautiful women."

Simon spent the rest of the evening as Sarah listening to Clair and Richard talking about the holiday. She also told them some of the things she had been up to. As the night wore on she became more relaxed and settled into role much more naturally, even starting emulate Clair and move like a real girl. Finally she went to bed her mind reeling around the events of the day. She was still shocked at being discovered but began to think that it had been inevitable really. There was also calmness about her now too. She had no idea where this would lead but there was definitely something nice about it. Her Mum and Dad had been wonderful which is exactly what she had expected looking back but to suggest they should go shopping the following day was a complete surprise albeit a brilliant one. She got undressed and climbed into bed as she had done many times over the last couple of weeks only this time her head was buzzing at the thought of what the next day would bring.

The next morning Sarah got up at nine and went down to breakfast. Richard had gone to the DIY store to buy the wood he needed to convert the cupboards in her room. They had decided that Sarah and Simon's clothes together would require a lot more space. Clair was in the kitchen making some toast. Sarah was unsure what to wear and so had just put on jeans and a T-shirt but had kept the plastic headband on the hold back her hair.

"That's no good," said Clair straight away and Sarah was instantly worried that she had changed her mind wanting nothing more to do with her going out as Sarah.

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.

"Well, if we're going to try on dresses you'll need to be able to change easily. A skirt and blouse would be better and its quite chilly today so you will need some tights. Let's have breakfast and then I'll help you get ready."

"OK Mum" she said relived that things still seemed to be as they had left them the night before. They chatted over breakfast about what they would do that afternoon.

Clair had always been practical, it was something her brother's found hard going since they were lazy like many teenage boys. She had worked hard at school and got a place at Aston University reading Geography. She was tall and pretty but not a great beauty however she made up for that by understanding very well how a man likes to be pleased. She had met Richard in Birmingham and they had fallen in love almost on their first date. All she had to do was to work out the details of how they would spend their life together. Richard never really knew what hit him but he was happy for her to do all the hard work. He attended the technical college in the same city studying engineering and when a good job opportunity surfaced near Warwick they had moved there. Clair found a job in a solicitors office and quickly got promoted to the Office Administrator becoming indispensable on the way. She had returned to work soon after Simon was born and her slim figure had been restored almost immediately much to the consternation of the other women in the office. They were both so pleased when Simon was born that they never really felt the need to have another child.

"We'll need to do something with your hair, but not much. Have a shower and then wash it. I've found one of my old bras and sewn in some padding for you."

"Mum, are you sure about this. I haven't been out much and I have never thought of going shopping as a girl. Don't you think someone might spot me and then we'll both be in trouble."

Sarah was now beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing.

"Well it's up to you but I have known for quite a while what you have been up to and I thought it might diminish over time but it seems to be getting stronger." Sarah nodded. Clair was planning to a have long talk with Sarah, woman to woman, but not until they were on their way to town.

"I think now would be a good time to get it out in the open and do things properly so that you can really see what it's really like to be a girl. Maybe that might help you decide what you want to do in the longer term but then again maybe it won't. These sort of things can be tough on a young person to work through and Richard and I love you too much to see you struggle with something on your own. Besides it will be good having a girl friend and I know Richard would love to have a daughter he could spoil."

"Oh Mum you are wonderful," Sarah got up, ran around the table and hugged her, "I do love you, thanks for being so understanding." Clair hugged her back.

"Now go up and have a shower and I will leave some things on your bed to wear. Come into my room when you dressed and I'll do your make-up and hair. I must say, you won't just pass for a girl you'll be a very pretty one."

Sarah left the room and went upstairs. After showering she wandered back to her room and on the bed were the clothes Clair had laid out. She picked up the pink panties and pulled them on. She was excited now at the thought of what the next few hours would be like. She tucked her semi-hard cock deep into the gusset of the panties hoping it would go down. Things could get very uncomfortable if she stayed hard all day. Next she put on the new pair of tights Clair had found for her. They were a dark tan and she thought they suited her colouring really well. Then the bra which surprised her. Clair had filled it with cotton wool and sewn two pieces of material onto the back of the cups to hold them in place. She glanced in the mirror and already the sight of her nyloned legs and shapely figure caused another stirring in her loins. She though about taking care of the problem but decided against it. Hopefully things would calm down later.

Finally she put on the blouse and pulled up the skirt, clipping the stud and pulling up the zip. The blouse looked ragged on her though as she straightened up the skirt. She went along to Clair's bedroom where she was sorting through he various forms of makeup in the draws of her dressing table.

"Wow, you look great already," said Clair with a big smile, "I know today's going to be real fun. Come on sit down and well sort out you hair." Sarah told her how the blouse wasn't hanging right.

"I'll show you what to do. Lift up your skirt and pull the hem of the blouse down all the around from underneath, nice and tight, and then pull down the skirt smoothing it out over the blouse. There that's better."

"My gosh, how much of this will I have to learn?"

Clair laughed, "It takes a lifetime and most of it is about pleasing men but you'll learn about that soon enough, if you haven't already that is." Sarah blushed so deep she thought her face would explode.

"I see, " said Clair looking stern, "you can tell me about that later as well. Now sit here and keep still."

"Watch carefully so you can do this on your own later." Sarah's hair dried quite thick and, since it was shoulder length, it just needed brushing out. Clair rubbed in some mousse and parted it on one side, Sarah was amazed the difference it made make her look very feminine. Clair then used the various powders, creams and eye makeup to good effect and the result was incredible. Sarah put on a pair of Clair shoes which had medium height heels and the image was complete.

"Mum I have never looked anything like this before, its great. I just hope I can remember all this for myself."

The journey into Coventry took about half an hour by train with one change and they had all afternoon together before meeting Richard at six in the cocktail bar they used whenever they were in town.

"How are you feeling?" asked Clair as they walked towards the centre of town.

"Just great Mum, it just feels so good and so comfortable but I don't really know why."

"Don't worry about it now just be as you are. You'll need to take shorter steps for a girl and turn your wrists slightly, that's it. You'll get used to it especially if Sarah is going to be around for a while."

Sarah thought about that and smiled to herself. With Clair helping her she hoped Sarah would be around for a very long while.

They went in just about every clothe shop in Coventry Town centre and there were a great many. They tried on so many dresses and skirts that Sarah lost count.

"Like I said if you're going to do this properly you need a complete wardrobe," remarked Clair as they entered yet another department store.

They bought enough underwear so that she wouldn't run short between washing; tights, panties, bras, slips and, of course a whole cupboard full of skirts, dress blouses and tops. Also they tried on dozens of shoes which also felt good to walk around in the shop and some with quite high heels. Finally they chose all the makeup she would need and some jewellery.

"Now we must get your ears pierced, I saw a shop earlier that did that."

Sarah had never thought of that but loved the idea once she saw the gold sleepers the jeweller was about to put in. They had one stop for coffee and were just about finished when they saw Richard walking towards the Cocktail bar.

"There's Richard," said Clair, "Go on, run up and surprise him."

Sarah tapped his shoulder and Richard turned around.

"Yes, what can I do….Sarah is that really you. You … You look so beautiful. Clair, what have you done to my baby, She looks like a princess." Sarah hugged her Dad.

"Oh stop it your making me embarrassed," she said.

Dinner was relaxed with both the girls showing Richard their purchases. The drive home didn't take long and Sarah went straight up to bed. She undressed slowly and put on her night dress. Her head was still buzzing from the day and she took a long while to go off to sleep. She knew Simon would still be around but she longed for the opportunities when Sarah could put in an appearance during the evenings. She just hoped her Mum and Dad did not change their minds and tell her to stop all this nonsense. Eventually she drifted off to a dreamless sleep still with a just a very slight smile on her lips.

  

  

  

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