Educating Danielle
Part One
by Karen E. Lea
Chapter One
Nearly four o'clock, Friday. I looked out from my office window
overlooking the photo-graphic studio where the days work was finishing
up. I had dinner plans for tonight and I wanted to get away soon as
possible. We had had a busy week and after signing a contract with a
large department store for all their fashion photography needs for the
next twelve months, it was only going to get busier.
We would photograph anything, but mainly fashion for magazines and
brochures. With a small group of employees, we had earned a good
reputation in the industry. I watched John the senior photographer and
reflected how I became involved in the business.
My profession is makeup artist. Ten years ago, John had employed me
when he worked out of a small shop front. We got on well together and
made a good team. John was great photographer, but unfortunately wasn't
a business man. His heart wasn't in chasing money or keeping records,
he just wanted to take photographs.
He offered me the business, long as I kept him on as photographer.
Starburst was born, and in leaps and bounds we grew to our present size
in a large industrial unit in Artarmon, a suburb on the lower north
shore of Sydney.
Ten minutes later, after bidding everybody a good weekend, I headed
home in my pride and joy, a white Range Rover. Forty minutes later the
automatic gate to my driveway opened and I parked in front of the
garage. My house is the larger home at the rear of a battleaxe block,
the smaller home in front I rent out. The gate and long driveway keep
me a respectable private distance from the street.
I headed for my bedroom and started to lay out clothes to wear tonight.
Underwear, then a floral sleeveless dress, white four inch sandals and
ran a bath with scented bath crystals. Stripped of my dirty clothes
which I tossed in to the hamper, I lowered myself into the bath of
foaming suds. Using a razor for any stray hairs on my legs, I
luxuriated in the warm water. As the water started to cool, I finished
washing and let the water go. Patting myself dry, I moved to the
bedroom and shaped and polished my nails. I had done my toenails last
night. I lay on the bed while the polish dried to a hard finish.
Once I was sure the nail polish was dry, nothing worse than half dry
polish smudged, I padded back to the vanity in the bathroom to do my
makeup. Twenty minutes later, satisfied with my look, back to the
bedroom. Red satin panties first, deftly hiding my penis. Sorry didn't
I say earlier, I'm a male. My dinner date is out with 'girls' like me.
My bra came next with D cup forms, then a waist clincher and padded
girdle.
Too hot and humid for pantyhose, cross dressing in Sydney in January is
always a problem because it's the middle of our summer and always
humid, and my legs aren't bad, even if I do say so myself. The dress
slipped easily over my head and I zipped it up. Selecting my brown page
boy wig, I quickly put a brush through it and slipped it onto my head.
My reflection mirrored the girl next door look I was after. My age is
thirty five, but dressed I could easily pass for thirty four; the
thought brought a giggle to my lips.
Nearly there, shoes and perfume. DING DONG. God no, the doorbell, who
in the hell could that be. I looked at my watch, seven fifteen. Well
they get to meet Karen Elizabeth. I stepped in to my four inch heels,
spritzed on the perfume, and checked the mirror. DING DONG.
Coming, coming. I sashayed to the front door, my heels clicking on the
tiled entrance. I opened the door, at that moment, time stood still. It
did for me, even if for no one else. Standing there were two girls, the
older one in her late twenties, voluptuous figure, not fat, voluptuous.
Large breasts, dark hair down past her shoulders. It was love at first
sight and I was dressed as the wrong gender. The other girl was
fourteen, fifteen, no breasts, flawless complexion, the most beautiful
green eyes and dark hair pulled back into a simple ponytail but not
long, it barely reached past the nape of the neck. In the seconds it
took to take this all in, the older girl spoke.
"Er...hi, my name is Laura Marsden and this is my son Daniel, we're
looking for Jeff Williams."
"You've found him." Did she say son. No way. What did I say, did I say
that or think that. From the look on their faces they heard me. It
certainly got the young ones attention.
"Sorry?" the older girl asked.
There was no denying what I had said. Open mouth and change feet.
"I'm Jeff Williams." Well they haven't screamed yet. The young one was
rapt. She did say son, didn't she?
"Um...Kay from the real estate office, said to pop in and say hi."
God no, the new tenants from the front house. The two young blokes, who
had it before, trashed the place, six thousand dollars to put right.
Walls kicked in, doors torn off, the police found evidence of drugs in
the house. It looked like they had a party, got high and wrecked the
place. I vowed I would hand pick my next tenant and get to know them,
even if it meant dropping the rent to suit, which I did for the
Marsden's. The references from former landlords were glowing. Model
tenants. My next job was to check on the other tenants scattered around
the suburb.
"Please come in, I think I'd better explain."
"Um..."
"No please, come in." I pleaded.
They entered and I shut the door and I led them to the kitchen. "Wine,
tea or coffee?"
"Tea please."
Putting the kettle on, I took the teapot and some cups from the
cupboard. I put tea in the pot and then some plain biscuits on a plate.
"I have no fancy biscuits, I'm sorry."
"No, that's fine, you're very dressed up to answer the door, in fact,
you look very nice."
"Why, thank you, you're very beautiful yourselves, in fact, I feel very
foolish now."
"Nonsense, you look great, are you sure you're Jeff?"
"Thank you and yes, I'm Jeff."
The kettle boiled and I poured the water into the teapot. I put
everything on to a tray and carried it into the lounge room. They
followed me and sat on the lounge. I poured the tea and handed it to
them. We all took a sip, then an awkward silence.
"How do you like the house?"
"It's beautiful, I never expected to be able to afford this area, we're
stretched a bit but we'll manage."
The young one, Daniel, had noticed my 'Wall of Fame' a complete wall of
photographs of the girls I've made up over the years, famous and not so
famous. I told them about my job.
"That must be interesting."
"It is. It's been a good career to me."
"You're a bit dressed up for answering the door, were you going out."
"It's our restaurant night; about a dozen of us get together."
"We better let you go..."
"No, please stay, it's not set in stone and I'm a bit late now."
"Sorry..."
"No its fine, I'd rather talk to you both."
"So tell me, how did you find the house?"
"Well it's a bit of a long story. Before Christmas I was promoted at
work."
"Congratulations."
"I was congratulating myself at the time, but when the boss said office
manager, I didn't realise he meant office scapegoat, anyway just after
that, we were passing through the little shopping centre here and
started talking to Kay. She said that something may be coming up soon
and took some details. Well, here we are, and that's our story."
"Would you like another cup of tea?"
"No, thank you."
"Daniel?"
"No thank you."
"You really do talk too much Daniel." He smiled wanly. He reminded me
of somebody, but for the life of me I couldn't think who.
"What do I call you, Jeff or Karen?" Laura asked.
"Whatever you like, what ever you're comfortable with."
"I'll go with Karen, because I'm not convinced I'm dealing with a guy,
you've done nothing to convince me you're not a woman."
"I can prove it." I said with a giggle. Daniel giggled. "What a darling
cute giggle, honey."
"Well, Karen, I'm completely intrigued by this." Laura said.
"I'd like thank you for not running away screaming, I don't know why I
said that."
"That's alright...so what are we...?"
"I'm a heterosexual transvestite, which sounds painful, But simply put
means I like girls as well as dressing as one. I don't do it to attract
men, I'm not gay, and it's something I have to do, which I can't
explain."
"Well you do it pretty well."
"Thank you."
Meanwhile, Daniel all this time, his eyes never left me. Even when
looking at the photos on the wall, he kept looking over at me. "So
Daniel, looking forward to a new school, what year are you in?"
"Year ten and no."
"Daniel gets teased at school a lot, he's very bright though."
"Like his mum I bet." Laura blushed.
"He has a beautiful complexion. I would kill to have skin like that."
"I suppose living with only me he picked up my grooming habits, looking
after his skin, moisturising morning and night."
"It's certainly paid off. Why do they tease you honey?"
He thought for a few seconds. "Mainly about my size, I'm not very good
at sport and if I do something wrong on the field, I get told to go and
play with the girls. They call me pretty boy a lot."
"He was threatened with rape once, a couple of years ago."
"You're joking, you poor thing," I said going over to him and hugging
him, pulling his head into my false breasts.
We talked for another hour, which went quickly. Laura rose to go and
thanked me for the tea. I thanked her for her understanding and I
apologized again. She said it was the most interesting Friday they have
had for long time. I invited them to dinner the next night and I walked
them to their place.
My heels clicked on the concrete drive as I walked back to the house.
Locking the garage door and front door, I went to my bedroom and looked
at myself in the mirror. Silently admonishing myself for being such an
idiot, I rationalised that at least the truth was out. Better than
making out that two people lived here. Suddenly it hit me, who Daniel
reminded of, a different hairstyle and he could be the spitting image
of Natalie Wood. Slowly I undressed releasing the sexual tension as I
went, putting on a baby doll nightie and eventually falling into a
fitful sleep.
Chapter Two
Awaking the next morning, I showered, dressed as a male and had
breakfast. The thought of meeting a girl and falling in love was a bit
foreign to me, a long term bachelorette who was comfortable with my
transvestism. Whatever possessed me to say what I did last night was
beyond me, I was convinced I was breathing something other than fresh
air. At least she didn't run off screaming and stayed to talk. Oh well
it was said and done now. And her son Daniel, too pretty to be a boy.
No wonder he's had a hard time at school, thirty minutes would be all I
would need to turn him into a stunner.
While eating, I wrote a shopping list for dinner tonight. This had to
be perfect. Start with garlic prawns, rack of lamb and new vegetables,
finish with apple pie and ice cream. Jotting down the ingredients I
would need, I then cleaned up. Wallet, keys and phone, I was ready to
go. I drove down the driveway into the street. Halfway down the street,
I recognised Daniel.
Pulling up at the curb, I tooted the horn; he looked around but kept
walking. Of course, he doesn't recognise me. I lowered the passenger
window and called his name. He stopped and turned. He still didn't
recognise me, I didn't blame him, I looked considerably different. He
was about to keep walking, when I called out, "It's me, Karen."
He walked to the car, "Hi, can I give you a lift."
"I guess" he said as he got in.
"How are you?"
"Fine."
"Your mum?"
"Pretty good."
"I didn't freak her out to much last night, did I?"
"I don't think so."
"Still coming tonight?"
"We're looking forward to it."
"Great, where are you heading?"
"Um, the library."
"Bit of a hike from here."
"That's cool, I can walk."
"No, I'll take you, that's what I meant; it's a bit of a walk." I
pulled into the library car park. We had driven the five kilometres,
mainly in silence. He would answer a question, which was about it.
Turning the motor off, I felt he was about to say something, then he
changed his mind. We walked into the library, he inquired about
joining, the woman gave him a form and he filled it out. We took the
form back to the counter; she asked for ID, he didn't have any.
"I'll have to get mum to come up next week." he said.
"I'll vouch for him," I said, giving the woman my licence.
"Thank you," he murmured.
He then inquired about using the internet for study. The woman gave him
an information sheet and we walked back to the car.
"You can use my PC at home if you want, cable access, colour laser
printer."
"Cool, are you sure?"
"Sure, if I'm home, you're welcome.'
"It would save a lot of time, walking here and back."
"Sure would."
"Thanks K..., I mean Mr Williams."
"It's Jeff, call me Jeff, I'm not that old." We stood in the sun,
leaning on the Rover's bonnet, watching the birds in the park.
"Mr Williams...can I ask you a question..."
"Jeff remember, and sure, fire away."
"It's a bit personal..."
"Then it will probably be interesting, shoot."
"How...when did...it doesn't matter."
"No, go on, you've got this far, it's about Karen?"
He nodded.
"You've been dying to ask me, since I picked you up, haven't you?"
"Yes." he said demurely.
"Come on, we'll sit in the Rover with the air conditioning on." We got
into the car; I started it and turned on the air conditioner.
"Okay, shoot."
He thought for a minute. "When did you know...you know...about Karen?"
"Well, since I was about four, I was fascinated by women's shoes, still
am, but the feelings were there, although Karen didn't have a name
then. As I got older, the feelings got stronger for all female clothes.
When I was your age, I used to go to bed at night wishing that I would
wake up as a girl, it never happened of course. In fact when I was a
teenager, the popular car magazine at the time had a colour ad on the
back page. It was of a blonde girl sitting on the mudguard of a Mini
Minor. I used look at that page before I went to bed at night wishing I
would turn into that girl."
He sat there and stared through the windscreen.
"Too much information?" I ventured.
"No." he started to cry.
"Hey hey..."
"I'm sorry, I...I'm like you and...I thought I was the only one." he
sobbed.
"That's normal, everybody who's a transvestite at your age think
they're the only ones."
"The group you go out with, how many in that?"
"There are about 120 members, but there's some you never see. I'll show
you a website later, there's over 3,000 people like us, all over the
world and that's just the girls who put their details on it."
"It's a relief to be able to tell someone."
"Does your mum know?"
"I don't think so, I've been really careful."
"Probably not careful enough, she probably has her suspicions, most
mums work it out."
"Should I tell her?"
"I wouldn't, but if she brings it up, go with it, in the meantime
you've got me."
"Thanks Jeff."
I put the Rover into gear and headed for the street. "Want to come
shopping?"
"Okay, but I'll have to tell mum though."
"We'll ring her."
"Can't, haven't got a phone."
"How come."
"Moving up here really put mum under pressure, plus she owes money for
the phone bill at the last place. Then the car died, she gave it to the
mechanic to pay his bill. She's really worried how she going to afford
the school fees."
"Okay we'll drop past and let her know."
"Okay."
We drove home and Daniel went in and asked his mum. He came out again
to the car. We waved and headed for the shopping centre.
We found a spot in the car park finally and went inside. Daniel said he
needed to go. I showed him where the toilets were and decided it wasn't
such a bad idea as well.
"Oh no, mum will hit the roof." Daniel said as he left the cubicle.
"What's the matter?"
"My jean zipper broke."
"It's not your fault."
She knows I wouldn't do it on purpose, but its like I said, she can't
afford anything at the moment."
"What about groceries?"
"Nope, the moving and everything, just about bare."
"Okay, come on first stop, new jeans."
We went up to Spencer's Department Store. Luckily he fitted off the
shelf, but only just, I bought him a pair of Levis, a couple of T-
shirts and new runners. The assistant took the tags off the pair of the
jeans and he changed into them. The rest packaged, we took it out to
the car. "Early lunch?"
"I've got no money on me."
"My treat."
We sat down in a coffee shop, ordered coffee and sandwiches. While we
waited for our order I asked, "What do you think of changing schools?"
"It's okay; I've averaged a new school a year for long as I can
remember."
"Why?"
"Mums always trying improve where we live, although hopefully we might
stay here a bit longer this time."
"Miss your friends?"
"Don't have any. I get teased a lot about the way I look and my size. I
just stay out of sight and out of trouble."
I studied his flawless complexion, the slender arms, even his hands
were small and feminine, and those eyes, the most beautiful green.
"How tall are you?"
"Um, 165cm."
"In the old money."
"I don't know."
I did the maths in my head, "Five foot five. Do you get mistaken for a
girl much?"
"Heaps. It's nice in a way, but if it happens at school, the teasing
starts big time. In primary school, if they were short a girl for
dancing or something, I'd the first one picked to make up the numbers."
Our coffee and sandwiches arrived; we ate and chatted about school.
Finished, I paid the bill and headed over to Woolies. I pulled a
trolley out each. "It's a pity we're not dressed as mother and
daughter; we could have a lot of fun." I whispered. Daniel blushed.
"But we'll still have fun; just put anything that you need at home,
okay." He nodded.
We were going down the third aisle, when I turned around, Daniel had
four items in the trolley and they were all generic.
"This is a big shop Daniel; we're not sneaking up on it."
"Mums got the groceries down to thirty dollars."
"Okay, we'll start again." We went back to the first aisle. I started
tossing things to him to put into the trolley, asking questions about
there likes and dislikes.
"Mum can't afford this."
"You got clothes as a present, your mum gets groceries." Thirty minutes
later we were at the checkouts. Daniel could barely see over the top of
the trolley. We put both trolleys through the checkout and once
outside; I sat him in a seat to guard the shopping. I had something to
do.
Walking quickly back to Spencer's, straight to the girls section. I
knew I shouldn't be doing this, but, I found a pink satin bra in 12C
and matching hi-cut panties, a black mid thigh skirt and a white
midriff sleeveless top. Paid for, I headed back in to the mall, brought
the prawns for dinner and bread from the baker. Racing back to Daniel.
"Okay let's go." We took the shopping, loaded it into the car and
headed for home.
We pulled into the garage. Daniel helped me take my groceries in to the
house. Back to the car, we gathered up some bags and went down to
Daniel's place through the back gate. We knocked at the door, Laura
opened it, and she was as beautiful as I remembered from last night.
She looked at Daniel in his new clothes, then to the bags of groceries.
"Daniel, what's going on, who's this?"
"Hi mum, this is Jeff."
"Hi."
"Hi." she smiled, "I'm still lost, what's with all the bags and why are
you wearing new clothes."
"My jean zipper broke, so Jeff bought me a new pair, and then he bought
some groceries for us."
"I'm sorry, but I can't afford any of this, why didn't you ask me
first."
"I didn't buy any of this to be reimbursed. They're gifts to Daniel and
yourself."
"I'll pay you back, I'm not into charity Mr. Williams, I just don't
know how long it will take."
"They are gifts, if I wanted to be repaid; I would've talked to you
first."
"Daniel, why didn't you stop him?"
"Please don't involve Daniel; I didn't ask him, I just did it." This
was not working. I was embroiled in an argument with people I didn't
want to argue with.
"Okay Daniel, lets take it all back. Miss Marsden, I'm deeply sorry, I
was trying to help. I've known both of you less than twenty four hours
and you are both extremely nice people, again, I'm sorry. Please,
you'll still come to dinner?"
She nodded. I picked up the bags, turned heel and headed back to my
place. I wouldn't be shopping for a month now. Daniel helped me bring
the rest of the bags into the house. I surveyed the sea of groceries.
Daniel looked glum. "I'm sorry Jeff."
"Not your fault, anytime you feel peckish, come and see me."
He giggled.
"That's a very cute giggle you've got there."
"Thank you."
I gave him a hug. "While I'm in trouble, I might as well dig myself in
deeper. Come with me." I led him to my bedroom with the Spencer bag.
"Here's another present for you." I said handing him the bag. While he
opened the bag and gasped, I was in the walk-in robe looking for a pair
of breast forms. "Here, these will help."
"Jeff, these are beautiful, thank you."
"You can keep them here, okay."
"Cool."
"I'd let you put them on now, except I think your mum may come up to
give me another round."
"She's very independent. I'll take off the jeans so you can take them
back.'
"No, there yours whatever happens, a late Christmas present."
We took the tags off the bra, skirt and top, and put them where Daniel
could find them. He thanked me as we walked out to the kitchen and the
groceries. Good grief, what was I going to do with all this stuff.
While I thought about it, the door bell rang. Uh oh. I glanced at
Daniel. He shrugged.
"You go." I said. He walked to the door and opened it.
"Mum, you okay...mum?"
I rushed to the door; Laura was there, tears streaming down her face,
her eyes red from crying. "Miss Marsden, are you okay?"
"Please forgive me...someone shows a bit of kindness..."
"No, you're right, I should've asked. Come in, I'll make some tea." She
stepped in. I hugged her, and said it was okay. God, she smelt nice.
Daniel put the kettle on, while I sat Laura at the table.
"Let's start again. Hi I'm Jeff."
She smiled a weak smile. "Hi, I'm Laura, and obviously you've met
Daniel, who seems to know where every thing is."
"I watched Karen last night." He said getting the teapot and cups out.
"Me and Daniel get on real well."
"So it seems."
"Have you had lunch?"
"No."
"Make you a sandwich, because the way I'm going, dinner is going to be
late tonight."
"No, I'm fine thank you."
Daniel bought the teapot and cups to the table. He poured and we sipped
our tea.
"I will pay you back." Laura said.
"I don't want to be paid back, please take the groceries and use them."
"What about the clothes?"
"They're Daniels late Christmas present."
"Did you thank Mr Williams?"
"Yes mum."
"Please Laura, its Jeff."
"Okay Jeff, I'll take the groceries."
"Thank god, because I didn't know what I was going to do with them."
We finished our tea and carried the bags back to the other house.
Daniel got permission to come back to my place to help me. I locked the
front door and closed the garage door so Laura couldn't wander in
unannounced. "Go try your other clothes on."
He quickly stripped, put on the panties tucking himself back between
his legs. The bra next with the breast forms. He slid the skirt up his
legs and slipped the top on.
I took out his ponytail and brushed his hair. He was beautiful even
without makeup.
"Honey, you are beautiful, totally bodacious." Daniel giggled.
"Don't you ever lose that giggle, you hear."
"Jeff, the outfits lovely, thank you."
"I'd love you to stay that way, but I don't won't to upset your mum
anymore than I have already."
"That's okay. You know what you said today, about mother and daughter
out shopping, could we do that?"
"Sure, I promise, Aunt Karen and her niece Danielle, how's that."
"Cool."
"We play our cards right, your mum may even come."
"That would be way cool."
"Now that sounds like a teenager."
Chapter Three
Daniel changed and we went out to the kitchen and started preparing
dinner. Once everything was under control, I took him into the study
and showed him the 'urnotalone' site on the internet. His eyes popped
when he saw the amount of girls like us. Leaving him to it, I went and
had a shower.
Daniel went down and got his mum at six o'clock and brought her back to
the house. I greeted her at the door and fell in love again. We sat in
the lounge with a glass of wine.
"I hope I didn't freak you out last night, I apologize."
"No, not freaked, surprised, intrigued, but not freaked."
"That's great."
Daniel told his mum about me letting him use the internet for his
homework. He won't have to go down to the library. He then went on to
tell her about the dinner preparations, the shopping today. I was
praying that he wouldn't say too much in his excitement.
"Okay, what have you done with him?"
"Sorry?"
"Daniel, what have you done with him?"
"This is him...I hope."
"Muum."
"I have never seen him so excited."
"Well, we've had a fun day, I guess. Bit of excitement here and there."
"Sorry about that."
"That's okay, I'm glad you took it all."
Daniel pulled his mum up to look at the photos on the wall. She was
impressed; I topped up her wine glass when she sat down again.
"There's never been a Mrs Williams?"
"Er...no." I was surprised by the question. "I've dated the odd girl,
but nothing serious. Mr Marsden?"