Sarah's Story

by

Rob Henson

 

Chapter 4 – Sarah and Richard

It was just after Christmas with the days short and overcast. Sarah was well into the second year of her A level courses and studies were going well. She was seventeen and had been dressing as Sarah openly at home for nearly a year. Richard and Clair had fully accepted the situation without any problems since discovering her secret on their unexpected return from holiday the year before.

"Hello Princess, how's things?" Richard had just returned from work and had climbed the stairs to take a shower before dinner. Sarah had been working on a Business Studies assignment in her bedroom but jumped up and ran out to give her Dad an enormous hug. She was wearing a skirt and top which she had changed into after school as she did most afternoons when Simon wasn't required to be around.

"Hi Dad, good day?"

"Great, but I need to talk to you, I think there is something you can help me with, I'll tell you over dinner.'"

"So you've finally got round to it after two years," said Clair after they had finished eating. Richard had outlined the companies plans which he would be involved in implementing, indeed it was what he had been recruited to do but a number of things had conspired to delay the start.

"Some of it is sensitive for the moment and I can't really involve anyone else in the company which is why I could do with Sarah's help," he said turning towards her. She looked very feminine tonight he thought and then realised it was the makeup she must have put on while he was in the shower. Clair had been coaching her and now she was very skilled at creating the look she wanted. When she was dressed like this it just seemed natural to call her Sarah rather than Simon.

"Of course Dad," she said, "the courses have all finished now so I'm just into revision. I've got plenty of time."

"We'll need to go into the factory at the week-ends, just Saturday's for the time being though," he mentioned, "and since no one there knows about Simon, you could come as Sarah if you like and I'll introduce you as my daughter. What do you say?"

Although Sarah had grown in confidence over the months she had not been out very often and relished the opportunity of being Sarah for a while longer than just the evenings.

"I'd love too." The chance of doing something for her Dad who had been so kind, at the same time as Sarah was coming alive was too good to miss.

"Right we'll start this Saturday and don't wear anything too provocative, the week-end shift will be in and I want them to get on with their work not wasting time ogling my beautiful daughter."

Sarah blushed to the tips of her toes and Clair laughed. Sarah was pleased though that they were both so acceptant of her even passing her complements.

On Saturday she was up early so that she could spend time more time getting ready. She knew she could do the work but at the same time she didn't want the slightest risk of letting her Dad down. She showered first and made sure she was smooth all over then applied plenty of talc. It was highly scented so she didn't need to use any perfume.

She pulled on her panties tucking her cock tightly into the material and slipped on a pair of suntan tights, skirt, T-shirt and a pink jumper. Clair had made up some padded bras for her which gave her a small but nicely shaped bust. Medium heels finished off the ensemble and she then sat down to apply her make-up. First she brushed her hair out which was quite long by now. It was still a fashion among some boys to wear their hair long so that wasn't a problem in her boy-role and she could do nothing about her soft features so people accepted Simon was 'girlish' to look at anyway. It was only as Sarah that she modified her behaviour, the way she stood and walked.

Sarah never used much make-up, just a light cream, eye-shadow and mascara and lipstick. She decided not to wear any jewellery to go to the factory, she had taken heed of what Richard had said even though she knew he was joking. She did shape and varnish her nails though since they enhanced her feminine appearance.

They went to the car and Richard held the door for her as she slid into the passenger seat. This was another skill Clair had shown her since boys get into a car very differently to girls. The trip to the factory took about thirty minutes and they went straight up to Richard's office. It took over an hour to explain what was involved and after Sarah had asked a few questions Richard suggested they went to the canteen for coffee. Richard had to stop off at the toilet so Sarah carried on to the self service area and ordered their drinks.

"Hi gorgeous, where did you spring from?" a voice behind made her jump. She turned and smiled at the young, nice looking guy in the queue.

"I'm just here helping my Dad," she replied dropping her eyes and blushing.

"And that would be me so don't go bothering my daughter, Paul."

Paul turned quickly and saw Richard standing behind him and so did his friends in the queue who began laughing.

"Oh sorry Mr Lindley, I didn't realise she was your.. er sorry." He blushed and went to the back of the queue to join his friends. They would be ribbing him for days over this.

"I blame you for this," Richard said picking up his coffee.

"Sorry Dad, what do you mean?" asked Sarah worried in case he was upset with her.

"Well if you didn't look so lovely you wouldn't attract so much attention." He turned and smiled at her and she realised he was joking. She smiled back and they took their coffees back to the office. She was so lucky to have parents like Richard and Clair.

The initial tasks were mainly collating so she was able to work on her own for a couple of hours. Richard was busy on the PC putting the plans together. At one o'clock he looked up.

"Right, I think we've done enough for today. You ready to take me through what you have done and then we'll have lunch? Pizza OK?"

"Great Dad, here's what I've got so far." She explained the details of what she had been working on and then they left.

They went into town to a Pizza Express which was quite busy with shoppers. The young waiter showed them to a table giving just a little too much attention to Sarah. Richard looked up at the ceiling.

"Will you stop it."

This time Sarah knew he was joking and laughed as the waiter handed them their menus. The meal came with a bottle of wine and they settled down to eat their pizzas.

"I think we made a good start today although there is still a lot to do. I reckon we will need about six weeks plus some work at home. You OK with that?"

"Of course Dad, I'm really glad to be helping and there are one or two things we will need to think about. We did a case study at school similar to this and the company said that there were some things they would have done differently if they had the chance. It would be good if we didn't repeat their mistakes."

"It would be great if you could do that, we're all a bit green at this but we didn't want to hire professional consultants and end up paying over the top."

"No they're quite straightforward things really its just people seem to forget that they are important. I'll go back through the assignments next week and put together a list of points we need to consider. I'll have a look on the internet as well and see if there is some information on the web."

"Fantastic," said Richard, "I knew it would be great having you involved. Sarah swelled almost to busting point with pride. Richard always knew the right thing to say as Clair could often testify.

"So, how's things with you? We don't seem to have much chance to chat these days," Richard asked and took a sip of wine, "any problems?"

"No, everything's good at moment. I'm well ahead with my work and predicted results look promising."

"Have you made a decision about Uni yet?"

"No the offers are all in but I was thinking about having a year off, doing some charity work maybe or just getting a job."

"Would that be as Sarah or Simon?" Richard had the knack of stunning you with important questions when you weren't expecting it.

"I don't know," Sarah replied, "I haven't really thought about it." It wasn't a painful subject since things couldn't be better for her but that was the problem in some ways. She was happy ticking along and leaving things as they stood.

"Well, it seems to me that things are OK as you are but it doesn't look to be going anywhere at the moment. I must say I haven't seen Simon for a while since I seem to get in late and Sarah is around most week-ends. It's not a problem of course but you need to think about what you want to do."

Sarah nodded, "I suppose you right, but its all too confusing at the moment"

"So what's confusing you?"

"Well I know I'm Simon really, underneath it all but being Sarah just feels so comfortable and right. I expect you thought I was just kinky at the beginning but its much more than that."

"The thought did cross our minds which is why Clair wanted to push you further to see if you would give it up but you seem to have got into the role even deeper."

"It just seems to be the natural thing to do."

"So have you thought about changing more permanently?"

"No, I just thought I would carrying on with A levels and then see what happens next."

"Fair point and we're not going to push you into anything either. Just take your time and explore your feelings. They will tell what's the right thing to do and we'll support you all the way."

He held his hand out across the table and Sarah took it. He squeezed it gently and a tear came to her eye."

"Thanks Dad, that's lovely. I really don't know what I want yet and its great knowing you're both there."

The next few weeks followed a similar pattern with Richard and Sarah going into work on Saturday and then having lunch together. Richard never raised the subject of Simon and Sarah again but Sarah felt comfortable that she could talk about it if she needed to.

She was working on the plans one evening and had been looking at the areas the company in her case study had said they wished they had covered. Richard came in to her bedroom to see how see was progressing.

"Hi ya princess, how's it going?" She looked around and smiled. She was always glad to see her Dad especially when he called her that. She was wearing a black dress, black tights and no shoes.

"Dad I think I've cracked it, here let me show you."

"That's great. I really think we're there now. I will start preparing the presentation to the board and run through it with you at the weekend. Are you around?" Richard said when she had finished.

"Yes, I'll be here."

It took the board nearly three weeks to make the decision since the final acceptance had to come from Group headquarters. Richard then had to deliver his presentation again for them. He arrived home late one evening and they could both see he had something important to say.

"I got a call from the Chairman today and they have approved the plans," said Richard, "and they especially like the process we suggested for making sure it was implemented successfully which was all down to this lovely little lady."

"Thanks Dad," said Sarah.

"Yes and well done, darling," said Clair giving him a kiss.

"The Chairman said they were really pleased," he continued, "and on top of all that they have offered me the job of Operations Director, none of which I could have done without the help of my two beautiful ladies." He reached in his pocket and pulled out two long boxes and handed one each to Clair and Sarah.

"What's this," said Clair opening the box. She gasped when she saw the Pearl necklace. "Oh Richard, its wonderful, but it's Sarah who's done all the work."

Sarah waited and then opened her box. She went very quite and then a tear slipped down her cheek for inside was the most beautiful ladies watch she had ever seen.

"Oh Daddy, thank you," she went around the table and gave him a big kiss. He hugged her in return.

"My pleasure princess, you deserve it."

"Now I haven't accepted the job yet because there is condition attached," continued Richard looking serious for a moment. "Part of the function initially is to set up the new factory over in Cambridge on the head office site which would mean we would have to move. Anyone mind that?"

"No," said Clair, "I'm sure there will be lots of solicitors offices in Cambridge, I'll pick up something easily enough. Anyway I was beginning to get fed up here, they are so behind the times it's untrue. But what about you Sarah, what will you do? I expect you'll be going off to uni anyway."

"Well I was thinking off have a gap year so I don't know what I'll be doing yet. She had been offered places at various universities just to be safe but wasn't expecting to take them up.

"But who would be coming Simon or Sarah," asked Richard, "not that it would be a problem since no one would know you either way."

"I don't know," she said "but I would like to come with you though."

"I think now would be a good time to think about the future," said Clair. "Sarah has been around for a year or so and even when you're Simon I hardly notice the difference these days. This could be an opportunity to move things along and see what happens."

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" asked Sarah.

"Well, I have noticed how you seem to enjoying being Sarah every chance you get so why don't we make it full time, for a while at least. I think its time you made your mind up, Simon or Sarah. At the moment you seem to be somewhere in between and its going nowhere."

It was strange that she had used the same expression as Richard but they had never discussed the matter. Sarah understood now what she was saying. It was something she had been feeling herself but had never been able to put into words.

"How about you become Sarah full time when we move, for a year say until you go up to uni and then we'll review things to see what you want to do for the future. Of course if you change your mind in the meantime and want to go back to being Simon that's fine but it'll confuse the hell out Richard."

They all laughed.

"Oh Mum that would be wonderful. Yes I want to do it, Dad can I?

"I think its already decided." They all hugged each other again.

Richard arranged for the start date of his new job and the move to take place after Sarah had sat her A levels in mid June. She knew she would do well but concentrated on them just the same. The factory and office were on the outskirts of town in an industrial area so Richard would need to drive and they had found a house just outside of the centre to make it easier for Clair to get into town. It was a larger Victorian terrace house with a small garden and large rooms. Sarah loved hers' immediately. It had an enormous built in wardrobe and all the draws and shelves a young girl about town could want.

The move went smoothly and they had been there about a week with things just starting to get straight. Clair found a job at a solicitors in town but did not need to start for another week. They were just finishing their breakfast one morning after Richard had left for work.

"Well young lady," said Clair, "You've been married to those jeans for about three weeks now, its about time we found you something nicer to wear. How about hitting the shops this afternoon. Much as I love this house it would be nice to get out for a while."

Sarah too had been busy and hadn't had time to wear her dresses or skirts since most of the time they were getting grubby moving boxes around and putting things away. In fact not much had changed since they had left Warwick and she was so used to Simon being around, for some of the time least, that she had forgotten the deal they had all made.

"You're right, if I am going to be Sarah full time I ought to sort a few things out."

They got ready after lunch and left the house to walk into town. They had been unpacking the last of the boxes and both were very dusty. Sarah showered and dressed quickly. It was a warm day so she decided to go bare legged. However they would be trying on clothes in the shop changing rooms so she thought she had better wear something a bit more functional rather than pretty, including her panties. She didn't want anything to slip out especially if one of the assistants were to help out and got a bit to close.

They spent the next couple of hours browsing the shops mostly for the first time. Neither had anything in particular to buy but Sarah did need to build up her supply of clothes ready for her new life.

They were looking around one of the big departments stores when Clair mentioned she needed some tights. Sarah enjoyed looking at the various types of nylons admiring the different shades and styles. She would need quite a few pairs to replenish her stocks especially if she was going to find a job as well. She moved around the aisle and realised that the section she was in was a display of stockings. She picked up the packets noticing the different types and colours, lace-top, fine, patterned and many others.

"They look nice," said Clair coming up behind her.

"I've never really worn them before," replied Sarah.

"Well they are nice in the summer, tights can be irritating at times when it's hot and of course men love them. That's something you will also have to think about by the way."

"How do you mean?" asked Sarah.

They gathered their purchases together and headed over to the tills. Sarah grabbed three pairs of fully fashioned stockings as she moved off although she was not sure what that meant.

"Come on lets have a break and we'll talk about it over coffee."

They left the department store and found a small coffee house just off the high street. It was late afternoon by now and just a few shop-weary stragglers were taking a final pit stop before heading home.

They sat down and Sarah bit into a slice of chocolate gateaux which had screamed at her to pick it up as they ordered their cappuccinos and of course, she couldn't refuse the demands of a close friend.

"So here we are then and it looks like Sarah will be around for a while now, how are you feeling?"

"Strange, these last few weeks have been busy and I've hardly thought about it. Coming out today was nice; relaxing in some ways even though we seem to have done a lot." Sarah looked at the bags scattered all over the floor. "It all feels good at the moment. Why do you ask ?"

"Well you're eighteen now and, even though it may sound odd in some ways, you're a very pretty girl," Sarah lowered her eyes and blushed, "and Richard certainly appreciates having a daughter around, you both seem to have grown closer over this last year."

"I suppose we have especially working together on the project, Dad's really nice about all this. He was a good choice Mum," they both laughed.

"I feel close to you as well though," added Sarah quickly, "and our odd trips out to the shops have been great. I remember when we first went out together like this after your holiday last year. It was fun being together and I could not have done any of this without your help."

"Yes, you're right," agreed Clair, "I can't really imagine Simon being too keen on coming out shopping with me. There is something else I want to mention though, have you thought about boys? It's something you have to face since there will be some that will find you very attractive and will ask you out on a date. I presume you are interested in boys and Simon isn't lurking around in there somewhere making things complicated?"

Sarah laughed, "No it's all OK, I am attracted to boys I know that. I did have a few girlfriends years ago when I was Simon but nothing came of it. It just never felt right although we all got on fine as friends."

"What about boyfriends?" asked Clair.

Sarah went quite for a moment not sure how much to tell Clair about Ben, if anything.

"Well there was a boy but he moved away, I don't know if you remember, his name was Ben," Clair nodded, "we spent the week-end at his sister's house in Stratford once looking after her dogs while she and her husband were away. I suppose that was when Sarah was really born. He was very nice and very understanding."

Clair nodded and continued listening.

"That's it really. I became Sarah and we went out a couple of times, and stayed in as well but nothing …er serious happened, before you ask." Sarah smiled guessing what her Mother might be thinking.

"I wasn't going to, you were old enough to make you own decisions in any case. The point is, like I said, you're going to have think about what sort of social life you want to have here unless you are planning to become a monk, or rather a nun," they both laughed again, "although I must say black does suit you."

"Yes, I know what you are saying but I really haven't thought about it."

"The same problem could arise with a girlfriend as well. At what stage would you tell her if at all. It's something to think about especially if you became really good friends."

"Mmmm I hadn't thought of that either. What should I do?" asked Sarah.

"The important thing, especially where boys are concerned, is to be careful," Clair held out her hand and Sarah took it squeezing her Mother fingers gently, "you have made a choice, for now anyway, that many wouldn't dream of making and there may be some difficult times ahead. We don't want to see you get hurt."

"Thanks Mum. I don't know what I will do yet maybe I'll just play it by ear for a while and see what happens but I will be careful, promise."

Clair smiled however Sarah could not see the concern behind those tough lips.

That evening Clair decided it was time to christen their new dining room properly and cooked a three course meal packing Richard and Sarah off to get changed. She had decided it was to be a celebration both for the house and for Sarah. Sarah was pleased she would get the chance to try her new little black dress they had found in a small shop just before they came home.

She showered quickly and prepared her make up, she could hardly wait to pull the new dress on. She looked in the draw for a black underwear set and then searched for a black suspender belt for the stockings she had bought. Tonight she would really go to town.

She opened the packet and was delighted at how fine and light they were. She had chosen a colour called Illusion which was almost transparent but with the slightest hint of grey. They felt wonderful as she pulled one over her hand as she did so often with her tights. She slipped her toe into the stocking and gently pulled it all the way up her leg and clipped on the two black suspender buttons. She quickly pulled on the other stocking and clipped it in the same way and then stood up to admire her legs in the large wall mirror Richard had put up for her.

The reflection was beautiful and very sexy. The feel of the stocking as they rubbed up against each other was thrilling, something she had never experienced before and the tautness of the elastic suspenders as she walked around the room was breathtaking. She unwrapped the dress and stepped into it pulling it up over her slim hips and onto her shoulders slightly struggling with the zip and not being able to manage the clip at all. Clair would have to help with that she thought.

She found some black high heels in the bottom of the wardrobe and eased them over her petite toes and onto her feet. They fitted snugly and gave her legs an even better shape she noticed. A swift spay of her favourite perfume and she was ready to go down and help Clair with the dinner.

Just as she shut the door of her room Richard came out of the main bedroom.

"Oh my God," his face was frozen, "you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks Dad, can you just help me with this clip." She turned her back and leaned forward. She felt his strong fingers grip the top of the dress and heard the clip engage.

"There, just perfect now."

She turned just as he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She hugged him hard.

"What was that for?" he asked but not objecting.

"Just wanted to say how much I love you and thanks."

"My pleasure princess," he said stepping back and taking her hand, "it's all my pleasure. Come on let's go down."

Clair had done wonders in the short time available and had also managed to get changed as well. She didn't exactly outshine her daughter but Richard would have had a problem choosing. Luckily neither of them were cruel enough to make him. He knew he would have fun later that night in any case helping one of his lovely ladies to get out of the clothes she had recently put on. As Clair dished up the first course and sat down Richard poured the wine.

"Well here's to Sarah, welcome and it's good to have you around," said Richard raising his glass and smiling at Sarah.

"Cheers," echoed Clair, "and good luck."

Sarah smiled thinking how perfect everything was. Surly nothing could possibly go wrong now could it?

  

  

  

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