Educating Danielle
Part Seven
by Karen E. Lea
Chapter Thirty Four
Friday morning
dawned clear and bright, after a light breakfast, I met the girls out at
Laura’s car and took them to the hair salon for their appointment. We walked in
to a deserted reception area, I was about to ring the bell, when a flamboyant
guy came out and in a French accent, “Madame, Mademoiselle, welcome to Pierre’s’ trained in Pari, how can I be of ze assistance.”
“Knock it off
Trev, they’re with me.”
He looked at me
in horror, and then grinned, “Stone the crows lock up the silver, Jeff Williams
is on the premises. How are you mate?” he said, the French accent gone.
“Still got it I
see?”
“Of course. Keeps
the wolves from the door.”
“This is my
girlfriend Laura and her daughter Danielle, big wedding tomorrow, hair and
nails.”
“It’ll be a
pleasure.”
“I’ll be back in
a couple of hours.” I said heading for the door.
§§§
Trevor led the
girls out in to the salon. “Natalie, Leanne, would you wash these girls hair,
please.” They were led over to the sinks, seated and caped, and their heads
gently pulled backwards over the sinks. Natalie took the hose and gently
started to wet Danielle’s hair, then shampooed and conditioned.
When Natalie
finished washing, she helped Danielle up and they walked over to a vacant
chair, seating her front of the mirror. Pierre tripped over to where Danielle was seated, “Mademoiselle. You have ze
lovely hair, but much too short for a beautiful femme.”
“Merci.” Danielle
answered.
“I’m sorry, you
say something.”
“No. Carry on.”
“Thank you.
Natalie, I think we layer it back from ze face like so…” he gestured with his
hands, “Then we have ze left part like so. We have just enough ze hair, how you
say, to pull it off.” Natalie nodded her head in agreement.
Natalie set to
work, while Pierre moved on to Laura. She brushed Danielle’s
hair till it was tangle free, then methodically sectioned the hair and clipped
to the top of her head, cutting and layering as she went. Thirty minutes later
she started to blow dry her hair.
§§§
Back at the
house, I showered and started the process to become Karen. Daytime make up,
glued my breast forms to my chest then blended the edges with foundation. Next
my waist cincher, then the panty hose and padded panty. My favourite black bra
supported the breast forms nicely with a hint of cleavage. An above the knee
denim skirt with a three quarter black sleeved knitted top and black sandals
with a three inch heel. After adding jewellery and perfume, I checked my
handbag and purse for cash and credit cards.
Pulling out a
suitcase, I started packing for the weekend. Making sure I had enough changes,
and then fetched my formal black dress, matching shoes and handbag. About to
shut the suitcase, I decided to put in boys clothes, just in case. Finally
zipping up the suitcase, I put it in the hall.
Going in to
Danielle’s room, she had all her clothes on the bed ready, but not packed. It
suddenly struck me, if they had never had a holiday; they probably never owned
a suitcase. I fetched two spare suitcases from the garage, and then glanced at
my watch. Two and quarter hours had passed since I had dropped them off, time
to head back. Putting my wig on and grabbing my handbag, I headed back to the
salon.
Walking in to the
salon’s tiled entrance, heels clicking on the floor, Pierre greeted me, “Can I help you Madame………..Madame Karen, how nice to see
you again.”
We air kissed.
“Are my girls ready?”
“But a moment,
please, come, coffee?”
Black, sugar.
Thanks.” He gave instructions to a junior, who quickly presented me with a cup.
We talked while I sipped the coffee. Pierre’s name was
called and he excused himself, to attend to the summons.
Finishing the
coffee, I put the empty cup and saucer on a nearby table, Pierre returned, “I
could not find the two women left by Jeff, but would these two be suitable in
their place.” Laura and Danielle stepped from the inner room. They certainly
didn’t look like the two girls I left here. Laura’s hair was more shaped down
her back, with a wave flicked through her fringe, her extended fingernails
painted a light pink.
Daniel had gone
from a middle part to a left part and it reminded me of someone. She must have
seen my puzzled look, “Vivian from ‘Legally Blonde’”
“Of course.” we
had watched the DVD a couple of nights ago. Her nails had been shaped and
painted a plum colour, her eyebrows had been thinned. “I hope you can go to
school on Monday.”
“Hopefully.” she
answered.
“I should have
stayed and supervised.” I said with a pout.
Turning to Pierre, “They’re lovely, but we may be back Monday for
short, back and sides.” Pierre looked perplexed and had a ‘but why’ on
his lips and I whispered in his ear the reason.
“You’re joking.”
he said forgetting his accent.
“Nope. But our
secret, okay.” I paid the bill and we all thanked Pierre and we walked out to the car. We settled in to the car, putting on our
seatbelts, I turned to Daniel, “I hope that pulls back in to a ponytail, young
MAN.”
“Yes Aunt Karen.”
“Wasn’t that a
bit dangerous telling Pierre about Daniel?” Laura said.
“No, not really,
he’s like me, that’s how I met him, she’s called Peta.”
“Ohh.”
“I spoke French
to him, but I don’t think he understood.”
“The closest he’s
been to France is to read a book about it. But he makes
very good money putting on a show and a good hairdresser.”
We quickly drove
home and the girls went to pack their suitcases. I packed my vanity case with
cosmetics and toiletries, and then put it in the Rover with my suitcase.
Checking my
watch, I headed for Danielle’s room. She was getting dressed. White mid thigh
white skirt and floral blouse, her white panties clearly showing through the
skirt. “You’re really comfortable with this aren’t you?”
“I guess.”
“I’m sorry for
admonishing you, but I get really worried about school and someone picking up
on you.”
“I know. I
crossed the boundary a bit.” She said slipping her feet in to her four inch
white sandals.
“God you look
good.”
“Thank you Aunt
Karen, you look good as a blonde.”
“Thank you. Don’t
forget, I’m mum for the weekend.”
“Sorry. Yes. This
is way cool, I’ve got two mums, one dad and an aunt.” She said closing her
suitcase. I carried her suitcase to the car, checked the makeup boxes, which I
kept in the Rover, just in case. I then went and fetched Laura’s suitcase.
Chapter Thirty Five
Ten minutes later
we were heading for Bowral, a small town in the southern highlands. On the way,
Danielle told us about Greg at school, the day before. Daniel was studying in
the library at lunchtime, when Greg and a friend came in and sat near him. His
friend asked him, how he was going to find the girl from last Saturday. He
lamented that he didn’t know, it’s a pity I didn’t knock that blokes head off.
The girl and her family vanished in to thin air. After they surmised who she
was and what her age was, his friend asked what her name was again. Danielle
was the reply. Danielle said she was afraid to breathe, they were talking about
him. Daniel stared at the same line in the book and didn’t breathe. Then Greg
said, I’m going to find her and get in to her pants if it’s the last thing I
do. At this point, Daniel went in to a coughing fit. The two boys stared at him
as he gathered his books together and fled the library, but not before Greg
stared at him. “I’m laughing now, but I wasn’t then.”
We grabbed a
coffee and sandwich in Bowral. Before we went looking for our motel, we walked
around, window shopping. We went into a couple of clothes shops, then at a
small jewellers shop window we saw the most beautiful ring. We dragged Laura
inside for a look, protesting all the way.
“Madame’s,
mademoiselle.” The jeweller greeted us. Danielle returned his greeting in
French, which started the little jeweller on a monologue, after sixty seconds,
he came up for breath.
“I’m terribly
sorry, I’m only a beginner, and I missed that.”
“Welcome to my
shop, what can I do for you.” He said politely in english.”
We pointed to the
ring in the window, which he retrieved and placed on the counter for our
perusal. We oohed and ahhed, finally convincing Laura to try it on. It was very
close to a perfect fit. Asking the price, Laura couldn’t get the ring off fast
enough.
“I don’t think
Jeff would like it.”
“I think he
would.” I said winking.
“I think he would
too.” Danielle said.
Promising to talk
to her boyfriend, we left the shop. Unfortunately, dressed as I was I couldn’t
push the issue in front of the jeweller. Climbing in to the Rover, Laura said
she wasn’t comfortable wearing twenty eight thousand dollars on a finger.
“Did you like the
ring?”
“It’s the most
beautiful ring I have ever seen.”
“Well let’s go
back and get it.”
“No. Let me think
about it.”
“Okay. Only for
sixty seconds.”
“Does this mean
you are asking me to marry you?”
“I guess so.”
“Yeeesss.”
Danielle pumped the air.
“I haven’t said
yes yet.”
“Motheerr.”
While we had been
talking, I had been driving towards the motel I had booked. I pulled up under
the portico, the tyres crunching on the gravel drive. Entering the office, we
introduced our selves to the woman behind the counter.
“Ah yes….Williams.
I’m really sorry, but the room was double booked, I meant to ring. The room I
have in mind is just as nice, but doesn’t have the separate bedroom.”
I sighed. “Do you
have a extra room?”
No. Sorry all
booked out.”
“We’ll make do.”
Laura offered.
“I’m sorry, the
woman who had booked was very tiresome and threatened to make trouble if she
didn’t get the room.”
“Okay, we’ll take
it.” We did the paperwork.
“I’ll get my
husband to take your bags to the room.”
We accepted the
offer; after all we were three defenceless women. We needed all the help we
could get. The husband carried our bags to the room, although the second trip
just about did him in.
We thanked him
and took our surroundings in. The room was large and spacious, nicely furnished
with a queen sized bed, double bed, a lounge in the corner and a small dining
setting for four.
Laura stood
staring at the beds. “If Danielle and you take the big bed and I take the
smaller bed…….”
“That’s fine.” I
said.
“No it’s not.”
Danielle said as she swivelled from the window, “I think Laura and Karen in the
big bed and I’ll take the smaller one.”
Laura gave
Danielle a questioning look. “Mother. I know Jeff and you have done it.”
“Done what?”
“Mum. You know
the night of the coach trip. ‘Jeff please don’t stop, please don’t stop’. I’m
not deaf.”
“You weren’t
asleep?”
“Well duh. Noooo.
How could anyone sleep through that racket.”
Laura blushed.
Danielle hugged her, “I love you mum. I’m so glad you found Jeff and Karen.”
“I’m sorry honey,
I thought we could talk about this first, you know………..discuss it properly.”
“I have one
request.”
“What’s that?”
“Can I be a
bridesmaid?”
“Yes, yes.” Laura
said bursting in to tears.
Chapter Thirty Six
We unpacked our
bags, hanging up our dresses in the wardrobe. Laura wanted to lie down. I
needed to paint my nails. Danielle offered to do them for me. Kicking off my
sandals, she did my toenails as well. Laura napped on the bed.
“Karen?”
“Mmmm.”
“I saw an outfit
in town I would like to try on. Would you drive me in?”
“Okay.” I said
putting my shoes back on. Danielle left a note for Laura and we headed for the
Rover.
Finally I found a
parking spot and standing on the footpath. “Well?” I asked.
“This way I
think. But I get really confused, really easy.”
“Darling, you
don’t do bimbo well, like you know.”
Danielle giggled.
“The ring?”
“That’s cool. How
did you guess?” she said putting her index finger to her bottom lip.
“Well duh.” We
giggled uncontrollably.
Walking back in
to the jewellers, the man recognised us. “Madame, mademoiselle.”
“Bon jour. We
would like another look at the ring, please.”
“Certainly.” He
removed the ring from the window and we once again admired it.
“Do you have a
matching wedding band?” I asked.
“Most assuredly.”
He said going to a draw and pulling a small box from it, produced a lovely
wedding band.
After a bit of
haggling on price and the Amex docket signed, we once again back on the street.
“Don’t go bimbo on me again, but we better go back with clothes.”
“I did see
something.”
“Can you remember
where or is that like I dunno.”
Danielle smiled
and led me down the street to a small clothes boutique. The outfit was lovely,
a white scoop neck leotard, black pencil skirt and red cardigan with a single
button at the top. As usual Danielle looked terrific in it and I bought it for
her, although she wanted to pay for it herself.
By now it was
nearly five and we headed back to the motel. We woke Laura and showed her the
new purchases.
“How much did
that cost?”
“Um…….two hundred
and fifty dollars.” Danielle said sheepishly.
“I hope you used
your money.”
“Um…..no.”
“It’s okay.” I
said.
“It’s not okay,
you can’t keep buying things for us.”
“Why not?”
“Money doesn’t
worry you, you just spend.”
“Well I like to
make you two happy. I think it’s time Danielle.”
She picked up
another parcel and took it in to the bathroom.
“What are you two
up to? Planning and scheming as always.”
“Yes. We are very
good at it don’t you think.”
“Hmmm.” She said
looking at me sideways.
Meanwhile,
Danielle sounded like she was fighting an elephant in the bathroom.
“What is she
doing?”
“You okay?” I
called out.
“Like no…I’m………Oh
god, I nearly did a nail…Aunt Karen, I mean mum. Help.”
Sashaying to the
bathroom, “What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Like this bottle
of champagne won’t cooperate, I’ve chipped a nail, nearly ripped this one off…”
“Poor darling.
I’ll tell it to get with the program.” She hadn’t even got the foil top off. “I
bet Daniel would have a done better job.”
“He probably
would have, but he doesn’t have these nails either.” She said poking her tongue
out.
I removed the
foil and wire with a flourish. “Tah dah.”
“Smarty.”
“Nice way to talk
to your mum.” I went back to Laura and guided her to the lounge. I took her
hands in mine, “I never thoughtwould ever do this as Karen, but here
goes, Laura will you marry me?” I took the rings from my handbag and sat the
little boxes on the coffee table, just as the cork left the bottle. We heard a
“Yay at last.”
“Yes.” Laura
answered.
I took the
engagement ring and put it on her finger. We kissed, our lipstick smearing.
Danielle poured some wine in to some glasses she had found. We toasted
ourselves and kissed again. Danielle cuddled in to Laura as they admired the
ring. “It’s beautiful, but I’m so nervous having so much money on one finger.”
Laura said.
We discussed the
future and decided they would move in Sunday night, soon as we get home.
“You’ll have to bear with me; I’ve been a bachelorette for a long time.” I
said.
“I’m sure we’ll
manage.” Laura answered.
Chapter Thirty Seven
We decided to
have a simple dinner in the motel restaurant, and then maybe head down to the
tavern nearby. We set about changing; I put pantyhose on, high heeled boots and
a red turtle neck sweater. Redid my makeup for night and waited for the other
two. Danielle put on stretch jeans, four inch ankle boots and her black stretch
sweater. Laura was dressed similar and for all intents and purposes, looked
like sisters. Grabbing our jackets, we headed for the restaurant.
After our meal,
we ambled down to the tavern. It was quite crowded, but finally found a table
for three in the back corner. We bought drinks and took in our surroundings. A
sign over the bar announced Line Dancing that evening. There were a lot more
girls than guys. There was table of eight girls nearby having a good time. One
of the girls stood up, who was in the vicinity of six foot and approached our
table, “Hi, I’m Jackie, you can’t sit here by yourselves, please come and join
us.”
I stood up, she
was tall, I was five eleven in heels and she had two or three inches on me. “Hi
I’m Karen, this is Laura and Danielle, we wouldn’t like to impose, but thank
you.”
“Don’t be silly,
the more the merrier.” She started to give directions, so our table could be
joined to their group. “Everybody, this is Karen, Lauren, no sorry, Laura and
Danielle.” Jackie took a deep breath, “And this is Kate, Kerry, Emma, Sandy,
Tanya, Kim, Nikki. We are a netball team out for the night.”
“Let me guess,
goal scorer.” I said.
“What gave me
away?” She said with a grin.
We all nodded
hello to everybody, and I bought a round of drinks. We all started to chat. The
girls asked where we were from, what were we doing in Bowral.
Laura explained
that we were down from Sydney for her niece’s wedding tomorrow. The girl
introduced as Tanya, let out a “My God.”
“You’re Laura
Marsden, Aunt Laura…but…mum said………”
“You’re Sharon’s
youngest?” Laura said as she stood up and walked around to her.
“Yes.” she said
hugging Laura. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you.
You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Thanks. I
shouldn’t say this, but mum said you were overweight and not very attractive.”
“That’s nice of
her, considering she hasn’t seen me in sixteen years.”
“Don’t you have a
son?”
“My fiancé had a
special job come up and Daniel went with him. Jeff’s sister Karen and her
daughter came instead.” Laura explained.
“You’re engaged?”
“Yes.” She said
showing her the ring.
“Oh my god, that
is so beautiful……….I know, that’s the one from the little French jeweller in
town, just every body’s been admiring that.”
All the girls’
were craning their necks for a look. Lots of oohs and ahhs ensued.
“How did you buy
the ring, if your boyfriend isn’t here? What if doesn’t like it?” Emma asked
innocently.
“We rang him on
his mobile and he said get it. So I put it on my Amex.” I said.
“I wish my
boyfriend was as easy going as that.” Jackie lamented.
From there, we
talked about boyfriends, work, and music, everybody having a view on each
subject. The music started for the line dancing and all the girls jumped and
headed for the dance floor. Tanya grabbed Danielle. “I don’t know how.”
“It’s easy.”
Tanya replied, dragging Danielle. Within a couple of minutes, Danielle had the
hang of it and was dancing like the rest of them. We sipped our drinks and
watched.
“Do you believe
what my sister has told her kids?”
“Are you
surprised?”
“In a way I’m
not, just disappointed.”
We ordered drinks
for the table from the waitress, when they came, Laura wanted to pay for them,
and I said I would. She leant over and whispered, “If you don’t let me pay for
these drinks, I will call you Jeffrey in front of every body for the rest of
the night.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” She
said paying the waitress.
The girls came bounding
back. “That was way cool mum.” Danielle said.
“That’s nice
honey.” Laura and I said in unison, then realising our mistake, glanced at each
other. I don’t think anyone else picked up on it.
The talk drifted
around the table about this and that. Jackie asked had anyone had any success
in getting a sponsor. There was unanimous no. Jackie turned and explained they
were looking for a sponsor to help pay for uniforms and trophies. “Wouldn’t
know anybody that would be interested?”
“Not offhand.” I
replied.
Tanya asked
Danielle, “So what’s my cousin Daniel like?”
“He’s kinda cute
for a sixteen year old.”
“Is Margaret
ready for tomorrow?” I asked, trying to take the conversation off Danielle.
“God. No. Mums
like screwed so many things up, she’s been in tears most of the week.”
“How come?”
“Every time mum
tries to shortcut, she just makes every thing more expensive. Margaret had to
cancel their honeymoon because of a blow out in expenses. Dad’s tried to help,
but he’s not made of money.”
“What’s she screwed
up?” Danielle asked.
“It would be
easier to tell you what she hasn’t done.” Tanya replied. We all laughed.
“It would be
funny if Margaret wasn’t so upset, but mum likes to interfere.”
Before anything
else could be said, the music started for more dancing. Laura and I decided to
have a go ourselves and followed the others down to the dance floor. After
three songs, my feet said enough. I wasn’t used to dancing, let alone in
four-inch heels.
The girls drifted
back to the table for more drinks and gossip. About ten thirty, Jackie said,
“Okay girls, game tomorrow. Time for bed.”
Jackie invited us
to watch the game the next day. Which we accepted. She gave me directions to
follow and told us she would see us at ten. Tanya invited us in for a drink before
the church tomorrow. They were getting ready at the motel where we were staying
as they lived a fair way out of town.
Emma asked
Danielle if she would like to go on a walk in the morning before breakfast.
Danielle acknowledged and was told, “Pick you up at seven.”
We said our
goodbyes and walked back to the motel. Danielle was very animated on the walk
back. “You’re very happy?” I enquired.
“It was a great
night and you know what mum?”
“What’s that?” we
said in unison, again.
“You’ll have to
stop that.” she said with a giggle, “but seriously, it’s like so cool being one
of the girls.”
Chapter Thirty Eight
Danielle was up
at six thirty the next morning, her moving around woke me. She had pulled her
hair in to a ponytail high up on the back of her head. I realised then that
Daniel would not be going to school on Monday. The hair had been layered and
the hair at the front wasn’t long enough to be part of the ponytail, it now
hung as tendrils either side of her face creating a very feminine look. She put
on some leggings, oversized sweater, jogging shoes, finished with some lipstick
and mascara. She checked herself in the mirror, satisfied, she came over to the
bed, “Good morning, mum.”
“Good morning,
honey.” I replied. Laura rolled over and mumbled.
“I’ll be gone
nearly an hour if you two want to…. you know.”
“Thank you for
being so considerate.”
“I like to help,
see you later,” she said vanishing out the door.
“Bye.”
Laura’s eyes
opened as the door banged shut. “Good morning.” I said giving her a kiss.
“Morning,
Danielle gone.”
“Yes with her
blessing for fun.”
“That’s nice.”
We spent the next
hour having fun, then showering together. I put on my waist cincher,
manipulated my penis, then panties, pantyhose. After blending the edges of the
breast forms to the skin, put on my bra. Then I deftly made up my face for
casual daywear and put on my wig. Laura sat on the bed and stared. “What’s the
matter?”
“Sorry, it’s just
that if I hadn’t watched you do all that, I would say that you were a woman, it’s
just amazing.”
“Why thank you. I
bet you say that to all the girls.” Laura giggled. There was a tap at the door.
Laura who was
more dressed than I, went to the door, “Who is it?”
“Danielle.” was
the muffled answer. Danielle entered sweating. “Hi mum. Gees, she can walk.”
“You better hurry
young lady or we’ll miss breakfast.” I went to back to dressing. Cream lined
skirt, simple long sleeve blouse and flat shoes. Danielle quickly showered and
dressed in black bootleg jeans and red scoop neck top with her black one-inch
mules.
She did her
makeup. “Do I look okay?”
“For a sixteen
year old boy dressed as a twenty year old girl, you look terrific.” Laura said.
I nodded in agreement.
We entered the
restaurant for a light breakfast. After we finished our coffee, we drove around
being tourists on the way to the netball game.
The girls were
warming up when we arrived. I beckoned Jackie over; “My brother will sponsor
your team, who would you like the cheque made out to?” She screamed, “Thank
you, thank you, thank you. We had just about given up.”
“Twelve hundred
enough?”
“I would say so.”
“You must have
some sway with your brother.”
“He does as he’s
told.” We sat and watched the game; it was pleasant sitting in the sunshine
watching other people expending energy. I discreetly held Laura’s hand, she
smiled in return. The game finished, the girls won with Jackie’s height the
advantage. We all stood in a circle talking while the girl’s got their breath
back. Jackie announced the news of the sponsor and they all whooped. After much
deliberation, they called themselves the ‘Starburst Breakers’.
We adjourned to
the tavern for a salad lunch, before getting ready for the wedding. I gave the
cheque to Jackie, who was surprised that I had a pre signed cheque. Didn’t
think that one through. During the meal we realised that Tanya wasn’t present.
“She’s in the
wedding party, they had their hair done this morning. We played without a
reserve.” Kate explained.
We finished our
meal and all agreed it was time to go and make ourselves beautiful. “Except
Danielle,” lamented Emma, “If she turns up better looking than she does now, I
think I’ll cry.”
All the girls
agreed she was a tough act to follow. Every body rose from their seats and went
our separate ways. We piled back in to our room. One bathroom, three girls and
one hour and half, could we do it? Danielle showered first. I laid my clothes
on the bed; Laura did the same, but seemed very agitated. “You okay.”
“Yeah, sure…why?”
“I dunno, but you
seem………..I dunno.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh Jeff, sorry
Karen, I’ve done the most terrible thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Thursday night,
I realised that I didn’t have a nice dress for the wedding or shoes for that
matter.”
“And?” I enquired
gently.
“Thursday night
after work, I went and bought a new outfit, shoes and handbag.”
“That’s great,
I’m really pleased.”
“You won’t be
when I tell you how I paid for it.” I raised my eyebrows. “The Visa you gave me
for my birthday.”
“How much did you
spend?”
“Seven hundred
dollars. That would be close to the limit, wouldn’t it?”
“Is that all. Are
you happy with what you bought?”
“Yes. I’ll pay
you back, honestly.”
“No you won’t
Missus Williams.” Before she spoke again, I kissed her on the lips, long and
hard.
“Oh my god, my mums
a lesbian.”
We parted and
whirled to the speaker. Danielle was standing at the bathroom door, hands on
her hips, braless, towel around her waist. Giggling.
“Um…honey, you’re
a big boy now. Towel around the boobs.” Laura said.
She shifted the
towel up under her arms, but her penis was now peeking out from under the
towel. “Not many girls can do that.” I said.
“What?” Danielle
asked as she turned to the mirror, “Oh. I need a bigger towel.” We all laughed.
I kissed Laura again and told her to shower.
Danielle dried
herself off and I helped her in to the waist cincher, then the strapless bra.
While she blow-dried her hair, I stripped for my shower.
Swapping places
with Laura, I quickly showered and returned to the room. Danielle was just
starting her makeup and claimed the bathroom because of its’ better light.
Laura had her underwear on and was starting her makeup. Drying myself, I
started putting on my black bra, black panties, pantyhose and padded panty
brief. We shared the mirror doing our makeup. Laura took out her new outfit
from the wardrobe, a cream wool dress and matching jacket. The shoes were
four-inch satin cream pumps and matching clutch handbag. Laura helped me in to
my dress, brushed out my wig and put it on. Watch and jewellery came next, and
then slipped on my four inch black heels.
Danielle was
still in the bathroom, “You okay in there?” The door opened and Danielle glided
in to the room. “Oh my.” I said. Laura gasped.
Danielle was
absolutely gorgeous, straight off the cover of VOGUE. The dress was stunning,
the plunging cowl neck, and the spaghetti straps showing off her shoulders. But
the makeup was the sealer, the smoky eye shadow brought out the green in her
eyes, you couldn’t help but stare in to the green.
“I feel ugly.”
Laura said.
“Mum you look
great, is that a new outfit?”
“Yes honey.”
Laura’s new outfit left no doubt she was a woman as it hugged every curve.
“Don’t tell me,
you’ve been practising after school?”
“Yes mother dear,
has it paid off?” she said mischievously.
Before I could
get a reply in, the phone rang. I gestured for Danielle to answer, “Good
afternoon, Starburst.” She listened, then said, “Dad. It’s Annette.”
Taking the phone
and trying to get Jeff’s voice back, “Yes Annette.”
“Mister Williams
I’m sorry to ring you on a Saturday, but I had to speak to you.”
“A problem?”
“Are you okay,
your voice sounds funny? Sorry, the reason I rang is to give my notice. You see
my sister in Adelaide has been diagnosed with cancer. Mother and I are going
over to nurse her.”
“Yes.”
“Well. We are
renting the house out here and putting the furniture in to storage, and then
leave for Adelaide.”