The Unveiling of Evelyn

by Evelyn D. Fairechild

 

Chapter Eighteen – Packing for my holiday

I was on pins and needles all day Saturday, anticipating my coming-out holiday. After seeing Auntie and Suzanne off after breakfast, wearing my mauve silk charmeuse set, I finished the little laundering I had and brought out Suzanne's sewing machine, spending an hour or so sewing new pantie napkins and making stockings out of the soft ribbed Orlon pantyhose that I had purchased with Stephanie. I then began packing for my coming out holiday, starting by hanging my going-away skirt, blouse, and jacket on the dressing screen, then laying out the ensemble's lingerie and accessories on the divine. It was quite a display, and I felt butterflies in my stomach knowing that I'd be dressed in these lovely things in less than a day. Then I began carefully folding and packing my lingerie into the new matched set of luggage. There were several silk lingerie pouches in the bureau drawers that I used for some of my most delicate things as well as the pantie napkins. I made some progress, but bringing out and packing all my delicate and daintie things was making me really creamy.

I realized I wouldn't make any more progress packing for my holiday unless I creamed. I had the entire afternoon to finish what would only take an hour or so of packing, so I decided I'd play dress-up. There was a flirty little bed set from the shop in the bottom drawer of my bureau. It was a cheaply made set (which was why it was in the bottom drawer and not part of my top drawer lingerie), but its naughtiness appealed to me. The set was a white nylon Chantilly lace camisole, sort of a cross between a brassiere and camisole, an all lace tanga pantie, and a mid-length lace robe with long bell sleeves. Each piece was decorated with lilac ribbon accents. So I got all dolled up, putting my hair in pigtails tied with white lace and lilac ribbons, adding white lace thigh-top stockings held with white lace garters that I decorated with lilac ribbons, a white lace choker, to which I added a wide lilac ribbon, and a pair of long white ostrich feather earrings that tickled my neck. A necklace of blush freshwater pearls, lilac crocheted lace gloves, several bangle bracelets, and lilac court pumps finished the dressing. I minced about for a while, then partook of some of Suzanne's cannabis, then minced, titched, and sashayed about my boudoir, occasionally packing some things and stopping at my dressing table to freshen my makeup. I was in a happy mood – no paranoid self-examination crept into my revelry. I became ever-so-creamy and my panties were becoming quite moist. Finally, I just couldn't resist anymore and found myself kneeling on my bed, watching my reflection in the many mirrors. I moaned and gasped my O's, my lace-gloved hands tugging at my moist panties, pleasuring my daintie, the bangle bracelets clattering together. I was gleefully crying out "Oh you kept little sissy!" as I tried to hold back the oceans of cream welling up inside of me. When my shuddering orgasm arrived, I cried "Cream in your panties, Evelyn! Stephanie wants her little sissy to cream!" When the spasms subsided, there was cream all over my panties and camisole.

Eventually, everything was packed and I came downstairs in a sweater and skirt, set the table, and prepared dinner for Auntie and Suzanne. We had a quiet and relaxed evening. Auntie had me go to bed early because I had a very big day ahead of me. Suzanne had me take a couple of her anti-anxiety pills to help me sleep. Before retiring, I put my bags in the car trunk. I was glad Auntie had a big sedan with lots of trunk space.

 

 

Chapter Nineteen – Coming out in my going away dress

I awoke early Sunday morning, dressed in my lilac chiffon peignoir and robe, brushed my hair and came down for breakfast, returning to my boudoir with a breakfast tray before Auntie and Suzanne woke. We were to leave after lunch and go directly to the hotel. I had the entire morning to bathe, powder, set my hair, primp and groom, and spend a couple of delightful hours enjoying a delectable dressing, all my senses heightened by my nervousness. It was to be the most tantalizing dressing I had ever done, knowing that I'd soon be going out dressed for all the world to see.

Auntie and Suzanne woke soon after me and came to my boudoir still dressed in their bed-things.

"Today's the big day, Evelyn!" said Auntie cheerfully.

"I'm so excited for you… we both are, sweetie" replied Suzanne.

For the rest of the morning, they were in and out of my boudoir, checking on my progress. They would be in various stages of dress, and I blushed when Auntie's robe opened to reveal her black lace Basque and Suzanne strode about in a vintage powder blue full slip. They were having fun and it was a party-like atmosphere, for they were taking the opportunity to dress in their finery.

My foundations were the sexy pink satin and shimmering gray lace set by Diki that Auntie had sent me back home – full-cup brassiere, waist cincher, bikini panties, and tulip panties. To these I added four more panties, every one silk and decorated with lace, each one a perfect overlay to the one beneath: the pink flutter tulip panties with ecru lace and an embroidered rose, the ivory jacquard high-cut flutter panties, blush pink loose mid-cut panties, and dazzling pink satin jacquard French knickers. My daywear was the iridescent silver gray jacquard Natori set; camisole, tap pantie, and pettislip, all trimmed with ecru bobbin lace. My stockings were glistening seamed pewter nylon.

I did my makeup in subtle hues of plum, my lips a bluish red raspberry. My jewelry was the set of pearls that mother had given me. I added a couple of Lucite bracelets in ivory and coral pink, and an ankle bracelet of antique silver and pearl beads to which I attached a single three pearl drop earring as a pendant.

Suzanne helped me with my hair, putting it in a loose French braid and gathering it just behind my neck with a rectangular tortoise-shell clasp outlined in silver.

As a final touch, both Auntie and Suzanne suggested that I wear the rimless glasses that Auntie had given me. They both agreed that it gave me a demure and sophisticated look.

Auntie dressed in a burgundy jersey wool two-piece suit with French knot cording at the hems, with a black silk top with scalloped cut lace at the collar. Suzanne was dressed in a beautiful long and sweeping lavender blue crinkled taffeta skirt that cinched up in the back with attached ties that created a gracefully gathered bustle, and a long sleeve lambswool and angora bateau-neck sweater in a matching hue. Their accessories – shoes, purses, jewelry, and hairpieces, were tasteful and elegant. Auntie even wore burgundy kid gloves.

Stephanie arrived mid-day, escorted into my boudoir by Auntie, wearing a long black superfine flared wool skirt with godet insets, an attached wide wrap-around sash tied at her side, and a blush pink silk and cashmere twin set, finished with pearls and a pretty silk chiffon scarf. Her look was just devastating to me. She was carrying a paper gift bag that she put on the settee, and then gave me a long hug and had me model for her. After we all had a light lunch of finger sandwiches, Auntie and Suzanne went about with last minute packing and I found myself alone in my boudoir with Stephanie.

"I got a gift for you, sweetheart. Here, why don't you open it now?"

I was sitting at my vanity and she was sitting on the bench next to me. I withdrew the prettily wrapped box from the gift bag and undid the bow and wrapping. Beneath the pink tissue was a pair of beautiful garters. They were wide, the center band about two inches of pink satin, with another three inches of decoration on the top and bottom of the band – gray and pink ruffled organza, ruffled white lace in between the organza, the lace decorated with pink ribbons. Each garter had a one-inch wide white satin-finished elastic belt around it, threaded between belt loops on the center of the garter, the belt cinched with a small satin-covered buckle. The garters were attached to one another with necklace of white beads, the necklace fixed to each garter with a small gold clasp that hooked onto a loop sewn into the garter. The necklace had a heart-shaped pink cameo pendant hanging from the middle.

"These are training garters, princess. The strand of beads that connect them is to make sure you take dainty lady-like strides. Aren't they adorable? I thought you should wear them today."

I blushed and thanked her, marveling at them.

"Would you let me have the pleasure of putting them on you?" she asked quietly.

"Uh… oh… okay" I managed to say, my voice hoarse.

"But first, Miss Evelyn, since today is such a very special day for you, you should get the 'lace glove treatment'". She retrieved a pair of white lace gloves from her purse and put them on, saying "When dressing fine young ladies, one should wear pristine lace gloves, don't you think?"

Without further ado, she had me turn in my chair to face her and she lifted each foot and removed my heels. Then she put one foot on her lap.

"I'll need you to lift your skirt, milady, so I can reach the top of your stockings" she cooed. As I began to draw up my skirt, she said "Slowly, milady, take your time".

I raised my skirt and then my petticoat, holding them just above the tops of my stockings. I tried not to show my tap panties, but it was unavoidable.

"Such pretty panties, milady" she whispered, "such fine lace".

She removed the necklace that bound the garters together, and then ever-so-slowly slipped the garter over my foot and up the calf of my leg. I couldn't help myself and let out a moan of pleasure.

She stopped, looked me in the eyes, and in a soft, lisping voice, she said "This is stimulating for you, no?" She paused for a moment while I nodded yes. She continued "Evelyn? …proper young ladies such as you must learn not to let on to their pleasure in certain situations. Otherwise, improper things may happen, things you're not ready for, precious… things that should be kept private. Besides, in the future, there may be maids to help you dress, and you can't let on then, now can you?"

"No" I replied, barely able to breathe. "I'll… I'll behave myself, Stephanie" I added after a pause.

"For now, anyway, okay?" she replied with a wink. "So just relax and don't say a word while I finish dressing milady. Besides… you're not the only one who finds this stimulating…"

I struggled to control my breathing as she continued slipping the garter slowly up my leg. Biting my lower lip, I had to concentrate to keep my daintie from becoming all stimulated and creamy. I was tingling all over and I felt flushed – there were goose bumps on my legs and arms. My face was down, watching as Stephanie slid the garter up my leg, strands of my hair falling forward. Holding my skirt and petticoat with one hand, I gently held strands of my hair with the other. When the garter was positioned, she cinched the belt, asking me if it was too tight.

"A lady has to be properly dressed for going away, Evelyn" she whispered as she lifted my other foot and began the long process of slipping the garter up my other leg. Every now and then, I had to take a deep shuddering breath, and Stephanie would smile. She finished by clasping the necklace between the garters.

"Now stand up, milady, and walk a bit for me" she said, holding out her hand for me to take. I rose slowly, for I felt I might faint. I took a few steps then did a little turn. The garters didn't so much as hobble my strides as they made me so very aware of each step. I took more steps. The necklace between the garters was elastic, and I could feel it pull my legs together when I took a bit of a long stride.

It was time to go, and Stephanie escorted me downstairs. We all got into Auntie's big Mercedes sedan, Stephanie holding the door for me. I felt faint, just as I had that day with Mimi. I sat in the back with Auntie. Stephanie drove.

 

An hour or so later, we pulled up in front of the Swan House. The doorman opened the doors for us and retrieved our bags. I took a deep breath as I stood on the sidewalk, trying not to look at the passersby. Suzanne whispered "Head up, darling. Smile. Show some confidence." I took a breath, gave a little shrug, and gathered myself together. This was it – I could either withdraw into myself or embrace the new me with confidence and flair. I decided on the later and immediately felt better. We stepped inside the lobby.

I was blushing profusely when we entered the small, well-appointed lobby, my heels clicking on the marble floor, reverberating around the lobby. The training garters were quite effective at pacing my stride. As I felt their occasional tug and the brush of the locket against my thigh, memories of Stephanie in my boudoir came back to me. She was right beside me as we walked across the lobby. She touched me gently on the elbow and gave me a knowing glance, whispering "You're doing fine, angel."

Like many hotel lobbies in the city, the ground floor had a few shops and other places of businesses. Off to the right of the lobby was a Japanese restaurant, the Mikado. To the left was a coffee bar and lunch counter, a small shop that sold perfume and bath soaps, and near the elevator was beauty salon called "Entrant". Pointing out the salon, Auntie said "That's where you'll be getting your first make-over this afternoon."

Behind the desk was a lovely Oriental lady in a blue wool suit. "Oh, yes, the Fairechild party. We've been expecting you. Just one moment," as said as she disappeared behind the door and a moment later out came a pleasant-faced, well-groomed lady about Auntie's age, tall, broad-shouldered, long brunette hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a black knit suit with white banding and a white satin suit camisole. "Beverly! Suzanne! How are you?" she said, smiling. She came out from behind the counter and gave them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Obviously, they were old friends. "And this must by your lovely Niece Evelyn." She stood in front of me, took both my hands, held them up waist high, and looked me up and down. "Your Aunt said you were just the prettiest thing. She was sure right… you're beautiful Evelyn! So exquisite! You must be so pleased to have such a gorgeous, striking niece, Beverly." She then turned to Stephanie and gave her a bit of a hug and they exchanged greetings. They knew each other, but not well I gathered.

As we were gathered together in the lobby, the bellman passed us by with our luggage. Joanne, with Stephanie's help, gave him instructions on what bags went in what rooms.

After the bellman disappeared, Joanne escorted us to the elevator. As we passed by the salon, a man exited, looking like he was going on an errand. Seeing Joanne, he stopped to greet her. "Alan? I'd like you to meet the young lady I spoke to you about. Evelyn? This is Alan, the proprietor, who will be taking care of you this afternoon."

Alan turned to face me and his face lit up. "Oh my goodness!" he exclaimed with a lisp "This is Evelyn? Oh my, darling, let me look at you!" And with a swish in his walk, he came over and took my hand. He was tall, good looking, with fashionable rectangular glasses, a stubble beard, and close-cropped hair. He seemed obviously gay to me. He held out my hand and looked me up and down. "You're gorgeous, dear heart! And your hair!" he said, reaching up to take a bit in his hand. After a few more compliments, Joanne introduced everyone. He knew Suzanne somehow, and kissed her on each cheek in greeting. He exhumed wit and charm and soon had everyone smiling and laughing. After a minute or so, a girl from the salon came to the door and Alan introduced her to me. Her name was Crystal, and she was about my height, with heavily streaked shoulder-length blond hair parted in the middle, a fair complexion, and cute dimples that lit up her rather plain facial features. She was wearing green velvet overalls with a simple white cotton blouse beneath. "Crystal will be doing your hair this afternoon. I'll be doing your makeup" explained Alan, as Crystal extended her hand to shake. I took her hand and she placed her other on top, saying "It's a pleasure to meet you, Evelyn. My goodness, but you're not at all what I expected…" she trailed off. Alan picked up her awkwardness and completed her sentence, saying with happy enthusiasm "We didn't expect such a beauty, did we, Crystal? We're going to have some fun this afternoon. I'm getting chills just thinking about it – we get to do your first makeover! There'll be champagne for everyone!"

After a few more witty comments and uncomplicated questions about plans, we left Alan and Crystal and made our way to the elevator.

In the elevator, Joanne produced several keys that she gave to each one of us. "Since you're my special guests, I wanted you to have these. Just insert them here" showing us where to insert the key "and the elevator won't stop to let anyone else on. It will give you a bit more privacy."

We stopped on the second floor, which contained a meeting room, Joanne's office and quarters, and, at the end of the hall, a glass door, etched with the words "Garden Room". It was locked, but Joanne opened it and we entered. "This is a little café and gathering room reserved for our guests. You can come here for coffee, tea, and wine. We also serve sandwiches for lunch and dessert in the evening. It opens at noon, closes at one-thirty, and opens again at seven."

The Garden Room was decorated in a romantic Edwardian theme, with potted plants and oriental screens separating a few cloth-covered tables, each with comfortable velvet upholstered chairs. A large couch and several chairs were arranged facing the big bay window overlooking the street. The bay window had cushioned window seats, dramatic burgundy velvet drapes and white lace curtains. But the centerpiece of the room was a splendid antique grand mirror, the silvered glass streaked with age. It was bell-shaped, seven feet tall and five feet wide, with a baroque gold gilt frame, and set off with royal blue velvet with gold lame trim drapes on either side. There were sundry floor and table lamps, all with fringed lampshades. In the corner was a serving bar with a cabinet behind holding stemware and various wines and liquors, and a small buffet table with a couple of platters holding the remains of sandwiches and hor'dourves.

As I took in the room, Joanne turned to me and said: "Your Aunt has told me so much about you, dear. I know that this short holiday is very special for you and your Aunt. You'll be staying in our best suite – your Aunt wanted only the best for you. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself – you're a special young lady on a special holiday, and I want you to have a wonderful stay. I've told members of our staff to treat you well."

 

 

Chapter Twenty - Maria

We rode the elevator to the top floor, and walked down the hallway to our suites. Joanne pointed out my suite on the right. Auntie and Suzanne were directly across the hallway and Stephanie's suite was next to mine. The door to my suite was open and there was a maid standing just inside. She was a very pretty Hispanic girl in her mid to late twenties, dressed in a baby blue and white seersucker maid's uniform with a white linen apron, white stockings, and clunky but comfortable black shoes. She had what one would think of as classic Hispanic facial structure and long jet black hair. She was my height and carried her few extra pounds very well. Her rosy complexion was fair for a Hispanic girl. She wasn't wearing makeup as far as I could tell – her beauty was natural and wholesome.

"Evelyn?" asked Joanne, "I'd like you to meet Maria. Maria will be taking care of your suite during your stay. Maria? This is Miss Evelyn."

Maria took a step or two forward, thrust out her hand, and smiled broadly, showing off her wide smile and brilliant white teeth. I gave her my hand. Her grip was firm but gentle as she gave me a pronounced friendly handshake. "I'm so pleased to meet you, Miss Evelyn" she said. I was immediately struck by her voice – it had a very nasal quality. I had heard such a voice before and it took me a moment to place it: a partially deaf girl in my high school – Cindy, a girl that I liked – spoke in the same nasal tone. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed the hearing aids in both of Maria's ears. When I replied to her greeting, I made sure I faced her so she could see my lips, just as I had done for Cindy. I thanked her in advanced for taking care of my suite. Joanne was beaming and her eyes were on Maria.

"My pleasure, Miss Evelyn" replied Maria, "I look forward to serving you. Your suitcases and garment bags have arrived. I will hang your dresses in the closet if you like while Miss Joanne shows you the suite."

"Uh, yes… thank you, Maria" I replied. I hesitated because I thought of her going through my suitcases, discovering my dainties, but she had specifically said she would hang my dresses rather than unpack my suitcases.

"Yes, thank you Maria" said Joanne, her eyes on Maria as she turned to walk to the bedroom. We all entered my suite. What a lovely room! We entered a sitting area containing a loveseat, two wingback chairs, each with its own ottoman and all upholstered in a rose fabric, a coffee table, floor lamps, a television, and, by the door, a half circle table with a mirror above, perfect for a last minute glance of one's dressing before leaving the room. The furniture was Louis XV rococo replications, antiqued white wood with ornate carvings painted in gold leaf, beige, and subtle pastel greens. The ceilings were high, giving the room a spacious feel, and the walls were papered with a muted beige fabric with a wide painted border trim in tea green. There was fancy white crown molding and drapes in tea green, beige and flax. The carpet was flax color. I loved the colors – I had not thought that subtle greens could be so sensuous and feminine. On the coffee table was a big fruit basket with a note attached that read "Wishing you a wonderful stay – the staff of the Swan House." There was also stemware and a silver wine bucket containing a bottle of champagne on ice. "Let's have a toast to Miss Evelyn" said Joanne. She called for Maria to have her open and pour the champagne. As she finished pouring for all of us, Joanne told Maria to go ahead and pour an extra glass for herself, mentioning that Maria's duties were done for the day, save attending to us. We all stood as I was toasted. Auntie was first, saying "Here's to my dear sweet niece Evelyn on her first holiday. May there be many, many more". Suzanne was next, saying "Here's to my new friend and my favorite pupil." Then Stephanie: "Here's to the prettiest and sweetest young lady I know – so delicate and demure – so charming and beautiful." I blushed.

After the toasts, Joanne led us into the bedroom. It had the same color theme. The bed was a four-poster king-size with heavy wood posters, headboard, and footboard, all in white antiqued wood with fancy carvings. Hung on the ceiling above the bed was a sturdy ring that held four drapes, pastel mint green velvet against beige ninon. Hanging from the center of the ring was a small crystal chandelier. The bedspread was a beige satin down comforter and the white bed linens and pillowcases were fine high-thread count cotton. At the head were two sets of four pillows. To the right of the bed were three sliding mirror doors for the closet that ran the length of the wall, and a loveseat upholstered with tea green silk and decorated with a couple of tea rose colored throw pillows with ecru lace accents. At the foot of the bed was a blush rose velvet upholstered bench. Facing the bed was the dressing table; a very nice one, too, ornately carved with gold leaf accents with a slipper chair upholstered with rose velvet to match the bench. The mirror on top of the dressing table was an adjustable three-way with carved wood gold gilded frames. There were wall sconces on either side of the mirror to provide light. To the left of the dressing table was a large bureau with four drawers, a match for the dressing table. On top were a dozen fresh pink roses in a Ming vase. Over the bureau hung a large Impressionist painting of a young girl standing in a garden, dressed in a delicate white tea gown and hat, both with long streamers of pink ribbon, holding a white lace parasol. To the right of the dressing table, Maria had placed my suitcases on top of some folding luggage tables. There was a large bay window facing the street, forming an alcove, the windows draped in tea green silk, beige ninon, and ecru lace swags. A beige velvet chaise with a small end table and floor lamp was placed on a diagonal, facing the window. On the other diagonal was an oval cheval mirror with wide ribbons of ecru tulle lace and rose pink satin tied in a bow around each post. As my gaze fell on the mirror, Joanne said that it was a newly added piece – just for my stay – and Maria had personally decorated it with the bows. I thanked Maria for being so thoughtful and she replied with a kind smile "My pleasure, Miss Evelyn. I'm so glad you like it."

The bathroom was to the left of the bed. It was large with a marble tiled floor. It had a big bathtub and a nook with a built-in vanity; a large mirror above a wide shelf, the mirror surrounded with vanity lights, with a sturdy straight-back chair. It was perfect for making up, much better lit than the dressing table in the bedroom.

We were all very impressed with the room and Auntie said she was happy to know that my first holiday would be in such a beautiful room. The tour seemed to be ending and Joanne suggested we take a look at the other two suites. "Evelyn? Why don't you come along too? Maria can stay behind and unpack your suitcases for you."

I didn't know what to say – the thought of Maria going through my carefully packed suitcase full of my delicate and frilly lingerie, my brassieres and garter belts, my panties, camisoles, chemises, petticoats and pettislips, silk stockings and garters, negligees and nightgowns, peignoirs and robes, my carefully chosen scarves of lace, chiffon, angora and mohair, ribbons and hair pieces… I didn't know what to think – was my privacy being invaded? Or was this something innocent? I felt totally embarrassed, but also the thrill of revealing secrets. It seemed everyone was waiting for my answer.

Maria broke the silence by saying "I would be most pleased to unpack your things, Miss Evelyn."

Auntie smiled and said "Oh for goodness sakes Evelyn, let Maria take care of your things." Turning to Maria, she said "Just come and find us when you're done with her things." It was the end of the discussion and we all left the suite, refilling our champagne glasses before leaving.

We visited the other suites. They were just as nice as mine, but not decorated quite so opulently. We settled into Auntie's suite and visited, chatting amicably. I liked Joanne – she was a warm and kind, with a self-assured professionalism about her. It wasn't an easy job to manage a hotel, no matter what the size, but she obviously had it all under control. We discussed our plans for the next few days, Auntie enthusiastically describing the shopping we'd be doing, saying things like "Evelyn needs some new daytime dresses, something befitting a refined young lady, as well as some separates…" I felt like I was on display. As the conversation continued, my thoughts would wander to the image of Maria carefully unpacking my things and putting them away. Somehow, Maria came up in conversation – I think it was Auntie who said that Maria seemed like the perfect maid. Joanne told us Maria's story – she had been the personal maid to a woman ambassador in Brazil. When the ambassador came back home, she brought Maria with her. Then there was some political scandal the ambassador got involved in, and she had to let Maria go. The ambassador knew Joanne and asked her to take in Maria and give her a job. She really wasn't suited for hotel work – it was quite beneath her – but she needed something, and Joanne was happy to have her.

"You two seem very happy together" Auntie said to Joanne. Suddenly, I remembered how Joanne looked at Maria, her expression happy and beaming, and I put it together – Joanne and Maria were lovers.

"Yes, very much" replied Joanne, perfectly at ease, a fond look in her eyes and a smile on her face.

I saw an opening to ask a question that had been on my mind. "Joanne? Does Maria know that I'm, you know…"

Joanne smiled and said "Yes, dear, she does. You see, Maria comes from a culture where young ladies such as yourself are revered as symbols of high culture, wealth, and royalty. When I explained your situation, she was most delighted and has been most anxious to meet you and serve you during your stay."

It was just about that point that Maria knocked gently on the door and Joanne rose to open the door. I couldn't see them from where I was sitting, but I did hear a kiss exchanged between them.

"All done, then, Maria?" asked Joanne.

"Yes madam. Miss Evelyn is all unpacked" she replied.

"Well, dear" Auntie said to me, "why don't you go to your suite and relax for a half hour or so, maybe change into some loungewear. Then Suzanne and I will come by – we have a little surprise for you."

Maria followed me to my suite to retrieve the empty champagne bottle, bucket, and stemware. We had a brief moment alone in the suite. "You have such beautiful things, Miss Evelyn. Thank you very much for allowing me to unpack for you. It was very nice for me" she said.

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-one - A new dress and a makeover

Alone in my suite, I sat down at the dressing table and let out a huge sigh. So far, things were going perfectly! Although most of the people I had met knew about my true gender, I had still easily passed as a young lady. Everyone was going out of their way to make sure I was having a splendid coming out holiday. The suite was splendid, beyond my imagination.

With tingling anticipation, I went to the bureau drawers to see what Maria had done with my things – she had done wonderfully. Everything was neatly placed; she had kept matching foundation and daywear sets together and sorted my panties by style and color. My nightgowns, negligees, and robes were hung on scented hangers in the closet (I wondered where she got them – the hotel must have had a supply of them or something). She put my makeup on the bathroom vanity and my body powders, perfumes, and hair brushes on the dressing table in the bedroom. Although I would have done a few things differently, it was obvious that she had thought carefully about where things went. It thrilled me down deep to know that she been through my things and had handled them with such thoughtful care. And to think that she knew my true gender! I found the silk pouch containing my pantie napkins in the drawer containing my panties. I had no reason to believe she looked inside the pouch as it was still tied with the same knot I had used, but I couldn't be sure. Had she opened the pouch and deduced what was inside? Is that why it was in the drawer with my panties?

I went to the bay window, parted the ninon curtains and peered out on the street. It was busy with pedestrians for there were numerous shops and boutiques. Facing my window were two buildings, one containing business offices, the other had living quarters – it was either a hotel or apartments, or both. Some curtains were open to reveal well lived-in quarters, others revealed rooms furnished for short stays. I closed the heavy velvet drapes for privacy. I was sure that the ninon, flimsy as it was, would prevent anyone from peering in, but for now, it seemed best to close the drapes.

I stood in front of the closet mirrors and began to undress, putting my things on the loveseat. I had to pause and sit when my training garters were revealed. I relived the scene of Stephanie sensuously sliding the garters up my leg and let out a little moan. By the time I had unclasped the strand of beads holding the two garters together, unbuckled and removed them, I was all creamy. I put the garters away in the bureau and undressed down to my foundations and stockings. After using the toilet, I donned the white Swiss-dot lace netting nightgown and robe, then sat down at the dressing table to await Auntie and Suzanne, brushing out my hair.

Soon, a knock came on the door – it was Auntie and Suzanne. They presented me with two large, prettily wrapped boxes, a small rectangular box, and a shoebox. "A special dinner dressing for you tonight, dearest" read the note on one, and "Something to wear beneath it all" on the other. I opened the first box containing the dinner dressing and gently lifted out a sleeveless princess-line dress and bolero jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. The fabric was off-white Japanese silk with a delicate pebbled finish, medium weight, and felt like cool liquid as it passed over my hand. The fabric was similar to the silver-blue wrap dress that I had purchased on my shopping trip with Stephanie, but was so much finer. The dress had a split neck and fell just past the knee. Both the dress and the jacket a pattern – charcoal gray line-work drawings depicting a young lady with long curly hair. The pattern was four caricatures, each about six inches square, showing the young lady standing at her closet, dressed in a frilly slip with lace accents, holding up and admiring a dress that matched the very one I was holding. It was like a mirror reflecting a mirror, the caricature in the very same dress as the wearer. The pattern on the dress in the caricature wasn't detailed, of course, just a few squiggles. The next caricature was of the lady sitting at her dressing table, wearing the dress, pulling on her stockings, the lace of her French knickers showing. Next, she was strolling along with the Eiffel tower in the background, now wearing the dress and the bolero jacket, a delicate scarf around her neck, holding a shopping bag with "Lingerie" written on the side of the bag, the top half of a lacy brassiere cascading over the side. Then, finally, she was sitting at an outdoor café with a glass of wine, resting her chin on the back of her hand as two gentlemen strolled by, their heads turned and their eyes fixated on her. Although the line-work was gray, there were subtle touches of pinks and reds – her cheeks and eye shadows were blushed in pink, her lips in red, the lace of the brassiere draped over the side of her shopping bag was tinged with pink, and her high-heels also in pink. The subtle touches of pink on the caricatures were coordinated by the trim of the dress and jacket – the split neck of the dress trimmed with pink satin, as was the jacket opening and cuffs of the sleeves. It was such a unusual ensemble – the cut and fit of the dress and jacket was quite classy, reminiscent of the fifties and sixties, but the color and pattern was completely out-of-sync with the style. But the total effect was breath-taking. The fact that the pattern mirrored the dress itself was so over-the-top in its girlishness.

Referring to the pattern, Auntie said "It reminded us so much of you that we simply had to see you in it."

After my profuse thank-you and hugs, I opened the second box. On top, wrapped in tissue, was a rosy beige lettuce-pleated chiffon scarf – much like the one the caricature was wearing – with a matching rose petal scarf clasp and a hair-comb with matching flower petal. Beneath this was a stunning ivory silk georgette full slip. Its construction was suburb, and the design motif was its many seams. The skirt portion had four gores, the waist was a high Basque style, and the bodice had four vertical seams as well. The seams were backed with ivory satin. It wasn't decorated with lace – it didn't need to be, for the fabric and the fine crafting were so exquisite that any decoration would be detraction. It had to be a vintage slip from the Gilded Lily because such craftsmanship was now lost. It had wide white satin shoulder straps. As I held it up to admire, Suzanne said "Isn't it gorgeous? You could wear it out as a dress." The thought of going out in a mere slip made me blush.

Beneath the exquisite treasure of the slip was a foundation set – profuse white Chantilly lace full-cup padded brassiere, waspie, and high-cut brief, all trimmed with pink satin baby lace and finished with little bows wherever possible. The decoration was so froufrou and frilly, more appropriate for a young girl's training brassiere except, of course, a girl wouldn't be wearing a seductive waspie and high-cut brief. Then a very strange garment; a blush pink pantie brief with a lace panel in front, the sides and back layered with tulle beneath blush pink satin. Seeing my quizzical look, Suzanne said "Don't you see? It's padded to add definition to your hips and tush. They're called bustle panties because they're like the bustle of a skirt. We thought you might feel more confident and relaxed with a bit more curve, if you know what I mean."

The final piece was a side-buttoned full dance pantie, pink silk charmeuse with white Chantilly lace accents. 'Evelyn' was embroidered on the left side of the pantie in white thread. I must have turned beet red when I lifted them from the box. "I had those specially made for you, sweetheart" whispered Auntie.

"Oh, Auntie, what a treasure! Thank you!" I exclaimed.

The shoebox contained a pair of pink patent leather two-and-a-half inch Sabrina heeled open-toed court pumps, adorned with flower petals on the instep. They were much like the heels the girl on the dress was wearing, the color matching the pink satin accents of the dress and jacket. The small rectangular box wasn't a box at all, but a clutch purse that matched the heels, the flap decorated with the same bows as the pumps.

"This is your dinner dressing tonight, darling," said Auntie. "I think white stockings and your mother's pearls will go nicely with this. We all have a four-thirty appointment at Entrant. Alan and Crystal will be doing your makeover and we'll be taken care of by everyone else. We're all getting dressed up tonight, sweetheart. We have a seven-thirty reservation at the Mikado downstairs."

After kissing me on the cheek and telling me how they couldn't wait to see me all dressed and made up for dinner, they departed.

I had an hour and a half to dress. I was in a bit of a quandary and tizzy – should I cream before dressing? I was so ready, but on the other hand, I was having such a wonderful tingly afternoon, heightened by my creamy and dreamy state, that I didn't want it to end.

After laying out all my new things, I took a short perfumed bubble bath, powdered, and slipped into the heavy terry bathrobe that the hotel provided. I had lots of time for a slow and careful dressing. I started with a pink angora pantie napkin, tied with a pink satin ribbon, and followed with my new foundations. Slipping on the white dot-lace robe, I went to the bay window and opened the drapes part way, leaving the beige ninon curtains covering the window, casting a warm glow about the lovely bedchamber. I paused to admire my new foundations in the cheval mirror, my image framed by the ecru lace and rose pink satin ribbons that Maria had thoughtfully added as decoration. I seductively untied my robe and opened it slowly.

"Ewwwww…" I moaned. The pink baby lace and little bows of the foundations were just so girlish.

It dawned on me that someone in the buildings across the street might see me through the ninon curtains while I dressed. It was doubtful, but the thought gave me a little thrill. I decided to continue dressing in front of the cheval mirror and put on a little show for my imaginary voyeur peering through the window across the street. I sat on the chaise and seductively drew on white silk stockings. I returned to the dressing table to don a pair of pink flutter panties and the pink bustle panties. Oh my goodness, but the bustle panties were delightful! I loved the rustling of the tulle and the way they felt when I sat. Next was the lovely side button dance pantie that Auntie had specially made for me.

"Ohhhh… Oh Evelyn!" I cried, for the sight of my name embroidered on the panties just set me off.

Again, I tied the robe about me. The street was now in shadows and the room was dark, so I turned on the chandelier over the bed. The crystals of the chandelier bathed the bed and room in romantic light. It made a scene right out of some old Hollywood romance movie. I opened the velvet drapes completely so that just the wispy ninon dressed the window. Garters were next. I chose the training garters that Stephanie had given me, but without the strand of beads, Again, I sat on the divine and put on a show for my imaginary voyeur, giving them a full view of me drawing on the garters.

After finishing with the garters, I stood, faced the window, and seductively removed my robe. Now it was time for the silk georgette slip. Oh, what a superb, exquisite slip! A chill went through me as I smoothed the fine silk georgette with my hands, pausing in places I shouldn't. Suzanne was right – it could be worn as a dress, but only with another slip or camisole and petticoat beneath, for the georgette was so fine and revealing that, in the right light, I could read the embroidered 'Evelyn' on my dance panties and see the little ribbon bows on my brassiere. As I turned and posed in the mirror, I could see how the bustle panties did, in fact, add a nice feminine curve.

I traipsed around a bit in the slip before donning the dress. I stepped into it, zipped up the back, and then presented myself to the mirror.

"Ewwwww…" I purred. The pebbled Japanese silk felt so fabulous. And I looked so… It was hard to define. In one pose, I was a trendy and sophisticated lady. In another, I was a little girl in her party dress.

I sat down on the divine and slipped on the heels, bending over and letting my long hair cascade down, almost tangling it in the shoes as I my feet were sliding in. Standing again, I had to regain my balance on the high heels and again took in my image. 'I couldn't possibly go out like this,' I thought.

Sitting at the dressing table, I touched up my make-up, knowing that it would be redone during my makeover. I drew my hair back and twisted it into a bun, fixing the bun with the new hair comb. The chiffon scarf was next, fastened with the rose petal scarf clip.

The final act was to stand again at the cheval mirror, this time with the ninon curtains open, to don the jacket and to take in my full ensemble in the mirror.

"Oh… my… goodness…" I whispered, "…you're going out dressed like this?" The ensemble defied description or category. I was timelessly elegant in the classic lines of the dress and jacket and the exquisite silk. I was young and flirty and trendy in the utterly feminine caricatures of the pattern. I was a coquettish tease in my high heels. But most of all, I was a rich and delicate sissy, lovingly cosseted and kept by his Auntie.

I put a few things in my purse, dabbed on a bit of my best perfume, and waited for Auntie and Suzanne to come and get me. Not a moment too soon, for I was getting quite stimulated when the knock came on my door.

"Oh, you are so gorgeous!" exclaimed Suzanne. Auntie had stayed behind and would join us later. Suzanne was dressed in a black chiffon halter top cocktail dress with a delicate black lace jacket in spider-web lace. The dress had a full circle skirt pouffed with black net petticoats, a wide black satin belt with a rhinestone buckle. She wore diamond and crystal jewelry and black D'Orsey heels with rhinestone accents. She looked fabulous, her long blond hair swept back and fixed with a big black chiffon hair bow.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "You look so fabulous Suzanne!" I replied.

"Just a couple of gorgeous girls going out in style" she giggled.

She took me by the hand to the elevator and then down to see Alan and Crystal.

There were a couple of other patrons in the salon being attended to by other stylists. It seemed they were finishing up. We were greeted with enthusiasm by Alan who clapped his hands together and declared both of us 'dears' stunning. The first thing he wanted was for me to have a manicure, and led me a station where a middle-aged Oriental lady sat waiting for me. Suzanne joined the station next to me and we both had our nails done. Alan chose a shade of pink for my nails. I got a French wrap and after applying the polish, the tips of my nails were airbrushed white. Suzanne and I chatted the whole time while our manicurists went silently about their work.

I was led to the back of the salon and sat at Crystal's station, which was larger than the other stations and separated from the other stylists. Suzanne went to another station. About that time, I heard Auntie and Stephanie's voices. I couldn't see them, and Alan declared that they wouldn't be allowed to see me until the 'finished product'. I now had Alan and Crystal's undivided attention. Crystal said "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! You're drop-dead gorgeous, sweetie. And to think that this is your coming out! You're going to get the royal treatment today, honey." I took off my jacket, scarf, and hair comb at their request.

Crystal explained that we would all discuss and decide on my hairstyle, and then Crystal would wash and style my hair, taking an hour or more to do so. Then Alan would take over and do my makeup. I sat in the chair facing a mirror as Crystal and Alan evaluated and discussed my hair. "Oh my gawd!" exclaimed Crystal, standing behind me as she took handfuls of my hair, positioning mounds of it in different ways, "…your hair is just to die for! Alan, you have to feel this!"

We decided on a hairstyle – long straight bangs in front, the temples cut to shoulder length and straight, and the back long and straight. Both Alan and Crystal agreed that it would be a crime to cut my hair short, and that the cut they were planning left all sorts of styling possibilities.

Crystal washed my hair, spending several minutes massaging my scalp, and then started cutting. We chatted amicably while she cut.

After a few minutes of cutting and chatting, Crystal said "You know something, Evelyn? I've known a few femmes in my time and even done makeovers for them. But you are in a totally different class. And I mean totally. You're just gorgeous. I know actresses and models that would just die for your hair. And those eyes! Just a perfect little bit of almond shape to them! And such long and lovely eyelashes, too. Alan's been going on about it all day – I thought he was going to have a heart attack."

I told her a bit of my story; how my parents were killed ("I'm so sorry, sweetie – I had no idea" she said. "No apology necessary – how would you know?" I replied), how Auntie recognized the 'femme' in me and was helping and encouraging me, and how I had been left with a fortune.

I was beginning to like Crystal, and I think she thought fondly of me as well. "I'd be happy to do your hair whenever you want. Alan's an expert with makeup, but I'm not too bad either." She was giving me all sorts of beauty tips and possibilities and recommending various products for my hair and body.

After drying my hair, she did this wonderful thing where she rolled hair from my sides up into a small cylindrical sponge so that I had a roll of hair along each side of my head, covering my ears, and then joining together in the back with the hair comb. The look was Oriental, sophisticated, and elegant. I was stunned! This was great!

Then it was Alan's turn. He came sashaying over. He was even more complimentary than Crystal and soon had me blushing, especially comments he made like "You're going to have to beat the boys off with a stick!" He cut my eyebrows down, saying how I should have them removed with electrolysis at some future point. He lifted my eyebrows using transparent surgical tape on my forehead, and told me how I must see a cosmetic surgeon to get an eyelift, which would "…show off those pretty eyes even more". Then he went to work with lotions and powders. He was able to minimize and almost completely hide my Adam's apple with the clever use of different tones of lotions (again mentioning how cosmetic surgery could remove it, although he thought it barely noticeable). I paid close attention to everything he did, and he talked the details of everything he did as well "…and you want the darker eyeshadow here on the edge and the lighter eyeshadow here on the inside and then blend them together…"

I couldn't believe the results! The beauty that stared back at me from the mirror was drop-dead gorgeous. Alan had taken my best features and highlighted them, and turned me into a cover girl. I looked as if I could be in my mid-twenties. I made a remark about this, and Alan replied that it was intentional. "This is just my first attempt, Evelyn. Believe me, there's so much we can do, so many looks I can give you. With your facial structure and hair and eyes, I can make you look anywhere from twelve years old to an in-her-prime super-model."

Crystal helped me with my scarf and jacket. Alan spoke out in a loud voice "Ladies? Ladies? Your Miss Evelyn is ready for you! We're bringing her out now!"

Taking Alan's hand, I was led around the wall, Crystal close to my side.

With cheers of "Ohmigod!" and "Just look at you!" I was presented to Auntie, Suzanne, and Stephanie. The other stylists in the salon were gone – it was just us. But I wasn't the only one who was dressed up and made over. Suzanne's long blond hair now had fabulous curls and her makeup was in shades of blue. Auntie was stunning. She wore a long skirt made of silver and blue diagonal satin stripes, a blue satin portrait blouse, and gold jewelry. Her beautiful white hair was swept back and fastened with long cloisonné hair sticks. But Stephanie… oh Stephanie… was dressed in an emerald green velvet surplice wrap intermission-length dress, her long hair undone and worn down. It was the first time I had seen her without her hair tied back. It cascaded all about her shoulders and beautiful full breasts. She wore jade jewelry and a pair of emerald green high-heel velvet pumps with fabulous brocade. With her heels, she must have been six feet tall, or even taller. She was a beautiful, stunning Amazon, and I felt weak and inadequate next to her. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and she wouldn't take her eyes off me.

"You are so beautiful, Evelyn" she whispered as she let her hand slide from my shoulder to my wrist. She took my hand and held out my arm, looking me up and down.

"Oh Stephanie" I breathed. "You're drop dead stunning… I… I don't know what to say…" I trailed off.

Auntie had brought a camera and for the next twenty or so minutes, pictures were taken. There was a nice neutral-toned curtain backdrop in the salon, well lit, perfect for posing. I was first up, and everyone was having fun suggesting poses for me. Then it was Stephanie's turn. After she made a few poses, I joined her at her request. She had me stand facing her, so very close, both of our heads turned towards the camera. She placed one hand on my hip and held my other hand, fingers entwined – a lover's embrace. Then another pose; me sitting on a stool with her behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders, then bending over, her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around me. Then Auntie and Suzanne took their turns with me and then each other. Crystal ended up taking most of the pictures – she seemed to really know what she was doing.

When the posing and photographing was done, Alan and Crystal presented me with a big bag full of cosmetics and brushes. As we prepared to leave for dinner, Stephanie came to me and said "Here sweetheart, take my arm. We'll go into the restaurant together."

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-two – Dinner and a tantalizing end of the day

We walked across the lobby, turning heads as we went, my hand in the crook of Stephanie's arm, our heels clicking on the marble tile of the lobby, and into the Mikado restaurant. We were greeted by the hostess, dressed in her full Geisha regalia. Dinner was perfect in every way. Joanne joined us, wearing her day-to-dinner business suit. After being seated, I had to use the restroom, which was on the other side of the restaurant. A bit nervously, I strolled across the restaurant, trying to apply everything from Suzanne's deportment lessons. I noticed the admiring looks I was getting from both men and women, thinking 'so this is how it feels to be a pretty girl.' In the restroom, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I felt so feminine and sexy as I walked back to the table, swinging my hips, holding my head high, smiling and reveling in the glances I was getting from the other diners.

Dinner was perfect in every way. All the waitresses wore formal kimonos and treated us all, but me in particular, with practiced deference. I took note of other ladies dining at the restaurant, especially girls my age. No one was a prettily dressed as I was. All the girls my age were dressed in jeans and sweaters. I just couldn't understand why they didn't dress up in fine things.

One topic of conversation was about what I should wear for shopping the next day. Suzanne and Stephanie made several suggestions, but we all thought that the crepe silver-blue wrap dress with the asymmetric off-white oriental bamboo design and deep blue satin obi was the best choice. Because it was a true wrap, it would be easy to take on and off when I was trying on dresses. "Not only that" said Auntie "but we all agree that that you're just so pretty in it."

After dinner, we all returned to my suite for a nightcap of warm sake, brought to my suite by Maria. I went to my bedchamber to find that Maria had turned down my bed and carefully laid out my new delustered satin nightgown and robe that I had purchased with Stephanie a few days before. There was a silver tray on the bed with a Godiva chocolate, a single red rose, and a note from Joanne that read:

"Evelyn: Thank you for being our guest. I hope you have a wonderful holiday. Sincerely: Joanne and Maria"

Back out in my parlor, a toast was made, congratulating me on my first excursion en-femme. After the toast, Auntie and Joanne left, leaving Stephanie and Suzanne behind. Joanne mentioned that Maria would bring me breakfast around seven thirty the next morning.

Rummaging around in her purse, Suzanne retrieved a cannabis cigarette and asked if we'd like to partake. We opened the window a bit and I sat on the loveseat with Stephanie as the cigarette was passed between us. Stephanie encouraged me to take more than my share of the weed. As soon as we finished smoking, both Suzanne practically begged me to do some modeling and posing for them. I didn't want to, for I was really feeling the cannabis and beginning to withdraw into myself. But I eventually stood and began a runway walk across the parlor, my back to them. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and just couldn't believe I was the beautiful young lady reflected in the mirror. I willed myself to feel sure and confident and made a turn to face Suzanne and Stephanie, a bright smile on my face. Their eyes were riveted on me. I removed my jacket, made another turn, and sashayed back towards them, turning again, just like I was on a runway. They both clapped and cheered me on. I took a few more strolls and then sat down next to Stephanie with all the grace and style I could.

Stephanie complimented Suzanne on her wonderful training, and Suzanne complimented me for being such a good pupil. A few minutes passed and Suzanne took her leave, leaving me alone with Stephanie. My heart skipped a beat when the door closed behind Suzanne.

Stephanie took both my hands and held them in hers.

"Oh Stephanie…" I breathed. "You're so beautiful, Stephanie…" I wanted to tell her so many things – that I loved her, and that I wanted her to hold me and kiss me and make love to me, but I knew she'd reject me for I was, after all, a pretty boy – a sissy – in a pretty dress. My emotions were welling up inside of me and I took a shuddering breath.

"Shhh, darling, shhh…" she whispered. She reached up, brushed back a strand of my hair, looked me in the eyes, and said "Evelyn? Darling, even though we've barely gotten to know each other, you must know that I do have romantic feelings for you. I do want to have a more intimate and romantic relationship with you, but that will just have to wait. You see, your Auntie wants me to be very very careful with you – you're so young and inexperienced and you're at such a vulnerable and fragile emotional stage right now. You know you are. Your Auntie wants to protect you and carefully cultivate you so that you'll come out as her perfect little niece, someone who embodies all the qualities she speaks of and writes about. And, I must say, it's the same thing I see in you as well – a perfect little lady. She's made me promise not to do anything that may upset her plans for you. But… but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun together, and she has told me as much. But… and this is a big 'but'… you must hold your emotions in check like we talked about this morning. You do remember what we talked about when I was putting on your garters, Evelyn, don't you? When you were getting the lace glove treatment?"

"Yes" I whispered, almost in tears, remembering her admonishment of my moan of pleasure.

"Oh, good. I thought we could play a little game before bedtime" she began in her soft and lilting British accent. "I was thinking we could go to your bedchamber to play. Now, the little game I have in mind is to help you contain your emotions. I'll ask you some questions and you'll answer with a simple yes or no. You're only allowed to answer 'yes' or 'no' – nothing else. And – here's the special rule – you must answer yes, no, yes, no. That is, for my first question, you answer 'yes'. Then the next question you'll answer 'no'. Then yes, then no, and so on. Do you get it? Are you ready to play?" she asked cheerfully.

I nodded my head up and down, too paralyzed from the cannabis and my anticipation to say anything.

"Come on – it'll be fun, I promise" she added, as if I could possibly refuse her. She slowly stood up and then helped me stand and put on my jacket. We were both a bit tipsy from the sake and weed. She took my hand, led me into the bedchamber, and stood me in front of the cheval mirror that Maria had decorated with ecru tulle lace and rose pink satin ribbons and bows. Then, with some drama, she closed the curtains on the bay window.

She stood behind me and gently arranged some strands of my hair, then smoothed out the sleeves of my jacket. "Just look at you, sweetie. You are so pretty" she whispered. Then she asked the first question:

"Don't you feel so pretty and feminine?"

"Yes" I whispered.

"But I guess, after this little holiday, you're looking forward to wearing boy's clothes again, huh?"

"No." I was totally and utterly helpless at this point, realizing now what the game entailed. She fussed with the scarf around my neck.

"No? You mean you like dressing up in ladies things?"

"Yes" I answered, almost emphatically.

She paused for a bit to let it sink in. My next response would be 'no', and I waited on tenterhooks for her next question.

"Most boys would feel ashamed wearing ladies things – but you're not like most boys, are you?"

"No" I breathed.

"No? Then I guess that means you really are a lady, hum?"

"Yes."

"I want to help you take off your jacket – nice and slow – do you mind?"

"No" I replied, my throat dry and my voice raspy. In silence, she slowly and sensuously helped me out of my jacket.

"Such a beautiful dress… such a special dress for a special young lady. Tell me, do you like wearing ladies underthings too?"

"Yes." I moaned out the word.

"Would you mind showing me some of the underthings you're wearing?"

"No" I rasped again.

"Oh, wonderful… thank you" she whispered. "Lift up your dress and show me some of your underthings."

The silence in the room was dumbfounding. I was tingling all over as I reached down and began to lift my dress, revealing the slip.

"Slowly… slowly…" whispered Stephanie.

I paused at the hem of my dance panties.

"That's such a beautiful slip. I'd like to see the entire slip. But that would mean taking your dress off. Can I help you take off your dress?"

"Yes." I was simply stunned at how the 'game' was going.

She slowly unzipped the back of the dress then opened it up, letting it fall from my shoulders. She guided the dress down to my waist, then knelt behind me, and instructed me to step out of the dress. She then carefully laid the dress on the beige velvet chaise, and then stood next to the mirror, facing me.

"Oh my Evelyn, that's such a beautiful slip. Tell me about it. What's it made of? It's okay – you don't have to answer yes or no… just tell me a bit about it."

I breathlessly told her that it was silk georgette, that its color was ivory, and that it had a high Basque style waist.

When I paused in my description, she asked "Well, you certainly know your slips. A lady shouldn't be without slips and such, should she?"

"No."

"You know, you could wear this out for a special occasion, or out to a nightclub. Here, let's put your jacket back on – I want to see how it looks with the jacket." She stood behind me and helped me back into the jacket. The result was really interesting, for the ivory colour of the slip went well with the off-white of the jacket, and the fabrics complemented each other quite well.

"Oh – you look fabulous, Evelyn. We'll have to find an excuse for you to wear this out." She was now standing by my side, and she turned to face the mirror. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Such fine silk – I can see your brassiere and panties. Would you mind? Could you lift up your slip so I can see your panties?"

"Yes" I moaned, then reached down to take the slip and began to draw it up until the dance panties were fully exposed.

"Oh, look at you, Evelyn. You're wearing the garters I gave you. And those panties – they're so exquisite. A girl can't have too many exquisite panties now can she?"

"No" I gasped.

"Don't you just love wearing pretty panties? Especially fine silk ones with pretty lace and your name embroidered on them?"

"Yes." I could barely breathe.

"And why stop at one pair? Can you think of a reason why you should just wear one pair of panties?"

"No."

"You mean that you should always wear lots of pretty panties?"

"Yes" I lisped heavily.

She reached out and began fondling strands of my hair. "I'm so glad to hear that Evelyn. Because I can't think of you ever wearing anything but lots of pretty panties… silk and satin panties… panties with lots of lace and ribbons… panties with your name embroidered on them…"

Nothing was said for what seemed like an eternity. I just stood stock-still in front of the mirror, my heart pounding, trying to keep from crying out, or crying tears – I wasn't sure which.

"Evelyn? I want you to stand here just like this for a little bit while I go into the parlor and get my things." She left me standing there for what seemed like an eternity. She went to the parlor and retrieved her purse then came back into the bedchamber. She gave me a big smile and said "Just a little longer, sweetie – I'm not quite done." She walked seductively over to the dressing table, took a tube of lipstick from her purse and applied it, bending over the dressing table to get close to the mirror. It was such a sensual pose she struck. The whole time I stood holding up my slip, my panties exposed, going between staring at my reflection in the mirror and her primping at the dressing table. She took her time, finally putting the lipstick back in her purse, then retrieving a linen handkerchief which she folded and took it to her lips and closed her lips around it to remove any excess lipstick. I could see that the handkerchief now had a deep red impression of her lips. Next, she retrieved a vial of perfume and applying a dab to the cleft of her breasts, and put the vial back into her purse. When that was done, she smoothed out her beautiful emerald green velvet dress and walked over to me. The scent of her perfume was glorious. She was carrying the handkerchief which she nonchalantly put on the chaise next to my dress.

"Darling? I have to leave you now. This was really fun for me. You didn't mind, did you?"

"No."

"I want you to stand here just like that until I leave, okay?

"Yes."

She gave me a wet kiss on my cheek, leaving a smear of lipstick. I watched her as she left my bedchamber. She paused at the door, turned and gave me a smile, then flipped her hair in a most seductive manner as she turned her head and left the suite.

As soon as the door closed behind her, I began to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks, my mascara leaving streaks. There were many reasons for my tears, but foremost was just the shame of it all. I just stood there, still holding my slip up, revealing my panties, my name embroidered on them, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. One thought was that Stephanie had primped at the dressing table because she was going out on a date – a date with a real man – that's why she was primping and making herself as beautiful as I'd ever seen her. She was just teasing me before she went out with a strapping virile boyfriend, where she'd talk about me, and they'd end the evening having steamy sex, laughing at the thought of me. But those thoughts soon left me as all the events of the day swept over me. I reveled in my first appearance en-femme, and what an appearance – wearing such an utterly feminine ensemble. My gaze went to my bed, so carefully turned down by my maid, Maria, the satin nightgown and robe laid out on top, so inviting, and the memory of when I purchased them coming back to me, reinforcing just how deeply I had delved into my crossdressing. My daintie began to ache for relief. I became so thoroughly stimulated that I feared that I would not be able to remove my exquisite dance panties and my bustle panties before I creamed all over them… But somehow I did. With my panties puddled around my ankles, I reached for my dantie. My little angora pantie napkin would not be able to contain what was coming, and I knew that some of my cream would find its way to the puddle of panties, soiling them, and I couldn't let that happen. I needed something more… Stephanie's handkerchief.

With her handkerchief wrapped around my dantie, viewing the imprint of her lips, I climaxed with a wail, my cream gushing out and soaking Stephanie's handkerchief.

 

To be continued…

  

  

  

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