Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Darryl comes to visit - Part two

As Linda was leaving for work, she gave me a kiss and a warm hug. She whispered in my ear, “Are you as excited about Darryl’s visit as I am? I bet you can’t wait to see him again. And I know he is going to love seeing you in your role as Beverly. You won’t be my sissy husband/wife tonight. You will be our submissive girl, ready at our beck and call. You will do everything we ask without hesitation, won’t you? I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of Darryl. I want you on your best behavior while he is here. Just smile at all times, do everything asked of you, and don’t act shocked or offended by anything you see. Understand?” Linda gave my bottom a swift rap with her hand, telling me that she really didn’t expect me to answer, that my agreement was understood.

“Goodbye Beverly. Have a great day and do everything we talked about last night. I expect everything to be perfect when I get home and when Darryl arrives.” And with that she was out the door, leaving me standing there.

The housework was done. The meal couldn’t be started for several hours. I couldn’t get ready this early. What was I going to do all day? I sat down with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, lost in thought about what was about to happen. My relationship with Darryl was now changed. I was not going to be able to stay as his old friend and co-worker from years ago; someone he enjoyed talking sports with or sitting in the bar sharing a few beers. Tonight, and in his mind forever after, he would see me in my feminine role as I catered to him and my wife. And she would not be acting as my wife but rather more like his friend and date. They would be on a different plain than me as I would be their servant girl. And after tonight, I was sure that none of us would be able to go back to the way things had been. New roles were being defined, boundaries were being crossed, and change was coming.

I sat there a long time lost in thought when the ringing phone brought me back to earth. It was Linda’s sister, Julie. The first question out of her mouth was “so what do you and Linda have going on tonight?” I wasn’t sure how to respond and started to sputter a reply when she interrupted. “Is tonight the night your friend Darryl is coming? What do you have planned?”

I wanted to answer that I had nothing planned, that the planning has been totally in the hands of her sister. And I had no idea how much Linda had shared of those plans with Julie. So I uttered a ‘yes, he is coming tonight. I am fixing dinner and then I guess that we are just going to sit around and talk.’

Julie wanted to know what I was fixing so I gave her the menu breakdown. I don’t know how much she was really interested in that because as soon as I finished she asked “are you going to be doing this as Beverly?” When I replied yes, she laughingly stated “I bet your old friend is going to love seeing you like that. Well, have fun. I can’t wait to hear all of the details.” And with that she was gone. I wondered how much detail Linda had already shared with her. I was sure that it was probably more than I was comfortable with.

With nothing else to do, I set the table for the evening, even dug out two candles for the table. At the very least I was going to impress Darryl with my skills as a housewife. Goodness knows there isn’t much else I could impress him with. I hadn’t planned on starting getting ready until three o’clock but shortly after noon I found myself getting bored and nervous. So I headed upstairs to take my bath. The bubble bath was so soothing and relaxing that I must have laid in the tub for 45 minutes. Finally I decided it was time to shave and rinse off. I put on my make-up, an excellent job I might add, and had just stepped into the bedroom to decide what to wear when I heard a knock on the front door, followed by the sounds of it opening and someone saying ‘hello?’.

It was my mother-in-law! She knows about my dressing and has seen me several times, even taken me out shopping as Beverly. But for some reason I was nervous about seeing her today. Maybe because of what was happening tonight and how I was going to be dressed enfemme in front of an old friend. I let her know that I was upstairs getting dressed and then looked around for my robe to put on. As I slipped it on I heard her coming upstairs and heading towards the bedroom.

“Hello honey. Are you getting ready for the big night already?” Did everyone know about tonight?

She was carrying something in a department store dress bag that she laid on the bed beside me. “I brought you something special to wear tonight for your big debut in front of your friend. (Yea, she knew) But first let’s pick out some undies for you to wear.” And with that she walked over to my dresser and started opening drawers. I found it strange that she seemed to know where things were. I sat quietly as she selected a bra and panty set then reached in another drawer for a pair of stay-up thigh high stockings. She handed me the clothes and acted like she was going to stand there and watch me dress. Without a word, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I put on the underwear without giving a thought to the idea that my mother-in-law had just pick out my clothing. I immerged from the bathroom without putting on my robe as I knew I would be taking it right off again. She smiled at me as she took in the sight of her sissy son-in-law wearing bra, panty, and stockings. She had taken the dress out of the bag and I saw it for the first time. It was pink and short with a flared skirt, short puffy sleeves, and a generously cut neckline. It was cute, but it looked like something a young teenage (maybe even pre-teen) girl would wear… not something someone my age would wear.

“Linda said that she really wanted to show you off to your friend tonight. So when I saw this dress I knew it would be perfect.” She unzipped the dress and had me step into it, held it while I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then she zipped up the back. As I stepped in front of the mirror and took in the sight of me dressed in a sissy pink dress she walked over to the closet and got my wigs down. She selected my longest one and slipped it on my head as I kept staring in the mirror. Then she reached into her purse and took out a pink bow that she clipped on the back of my wig. The sissy look was now complete.

“Linda and Darryl are going to love seeing you like this. You look so cute.” And with that she picked up her purse, gave me a tender kiss on the cheek and said goodbye.

“Have fun tonight. I can’t wait to hear all about it.” That seemed to be a steady theme now.

I managed to pull myself away from the mirror finally, slipped on white pumps with a 3” heel, and went to the kitchen to cook. The time passed quickly and before I knew it Linda was calling to say she was on her way home. I went and ran her bath then went back to the kitchen to pour her wine. I was standing by the door with drink in hand when she walked in. She took one look at me and broke out in laughter.

“Oh, Mother really outdid herself this time. You look to be about 12 years old in that dress. You are so cute! I just love it.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed up the stairs, laughing all the way. I checked on her fifteen minutes later, helped her dry off, and then went to get her another glass of wine. She was standing in her undies when I returned. She was breathtaking in her sexy black bra, panty, and garter belt. She sat down and put on her stockings, asking “how do I look?”

“Unbelievable,” I replied. “You look incredible.” She gave me a smile then told me to go wait for our guest as she finished getting ready.

The wait for Darryl was excruciating. The minutes seemed like hours. I was so nervous. What would he think of me like this? I kept going to the kitchen to check on food then back to the door to wait. Finally I hear his car pull up and then the long awaited knock on the door. I opened the door with a force smile on my face. There stood my old friend Darryl.

1 comment:

At all Times said...

Ultimate humiliation and embarassment, I can't imagine how you must have felt opening the door to Darryl. Can't wait to hear how the rest of the evening went.