Chrissy's New Life Part 5

"Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me
over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen
to come across it in the driveway last evening?"

"I'm afraid not; I was just up that way a little bit ago."

"I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an
inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?"

Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared
to him a pretty young girl. "Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the
academy is cloistered to women."

I couldn't overhear the conversation, but noted the look of surprise on
Father Patrick's face.

"Well, is it possible you could ask one of the other fathers if they
might have come across it?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Alexander, everyone else is away for the weekend now."

Aunt Mary interrupted, "Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we
bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do. Happy Thanksgiving."

I noticed Aunt Mary smile as she turned and returned to the car, waving
to the priest as he toddled away back to his gardening.

"Is something wrong? Won't they let us look for it?" I asked her
nervously.

"It seems it's definitely against the rules to allow ladies inside the
grounds," and with a gleam in her eyes added, "and as cute as you look,
sweetheart, I'm afraid that applies to you, too."

"What are we going to do? It'll be four days till it opens now," I
wondered aloud, a tone of alarm in my voice.

"Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play
dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little
girl in the house all weekend, you'll see."

My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing
such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't
imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience.

The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the
two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could
not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies.

With my mind distracted with thoughts of panties and petticoats, Aunt
Mary turned the car around and headed back home. After parking the car in
the drive and leading me back into the house, Aunt Mary explained what
had transpired to the waiting maid.

Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great
delight in my misfortune. "Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time
enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like
having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll
bet you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes. "

I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so much nicer
and softer than my own.
Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently
widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast), Thanksgiving
was to be celebrated at a local restaurant.

"It seems we'll have a young lady joining us for dinner today, Carolyn,
and not the almost teenage boy we were expecting," the older woman
quipped.

"Shouldn't Miss Christine have a bath before we go, Ma'am?" the maid
asked with a mockingly serious tone.

"But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her
first time out to eat," Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in
tone.

I stood nervously by as the two women joked, and as I fidgeted; the
rustling petticoats continued their unceasing caress. The thought of
actually going to a public restaurant while dressed as a young
prepubescent girl disturbed me momentarily, but I knew I was powerless to
alter their plans for me. In fact, the stirrings under my fluffy skirts
spoke more of my concurrence rather than any complaint.

"Go with Carolyn, darling; she'll get you all ready," Aunt Mary whispered
to me who was dressed daintily, and gently pushed me toward the stairs.
Once again, taking me by the hand, the maid seemed to treat me more as a
five-year old than the almost teenager I was. Rushing up the stairs,
pulling me behind her, my skirts bounced and rustled while below, Aunt
Mary smiled up at the frothy vision as it disappeared into the hallway. I
was not to know it but everything had gone according to plan. In just one
day, they had transformed me into a gaily and exquisitely delicate little
miss. And much to her delight, it was obvious in my eyes that I was
beginning to love this new life. It was true I just loved being put in
these soft delicate clothes.

Carolyn closed the door and directed me to the satin ruffled vanity
bench. I plopped down; one leg bent back under me and looked back over my
shoulder, the look in my eye as if waiting for her next instruction.

"My goodness, Christine, Is that how a young lady behaves? If that's the
way you treat Susan's lovely dress, perhaps it's time to put you back
into trousers!"

Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all
of this? And, more to the point is this what I really wanted down deep?
Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take
long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully,
more gracefully took my seat again.

"I'm sorry, Carolyn, I'll be more careful," I whispered, my eyes downcast
in shame.

"Yes, that's much better, sweetheart," answered Carolyn, a knowing smile
crossing her lips. "Sit here and I'll start your bath water," she said,
turning and entering the adjacent bathroom.

My eyes followed her across the room, drawn to her long stockinged legs
and the brief skirt of her maid's dress. As her hips swayed with each
step, I sat mesmerized. The sound of water splashing in the tub filled
the room as Carolyn re-entered the bedroom and stood behind me as I was
seated.

Lowering her head till her face was reflected in the mirror, framed by
the pink ruffles highlighting the shoulders of the dress they had me
wear, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze.
Carolyn said, "Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public
dressed as a girl? We wouldn't want you to give yourself away."

I said, "Well I am a bit scared, I like you dressing me and making me
pretty."
Carolyn said, "Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don't
need much really as you are so girly."

Carolyn produced a pair of pink 3 inch heel pumps and got me to walk
around the room in small steps and placing one foot in line with the
other as I walked. She told me I was going to wear them when we went out.
Carolyn praised me as I mastered walking as a girl would. Next Carolyn
got me to giggle in girly manner after she told a joke.
Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and
small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips.
Next Carolyn fetched a pink clutch purse from the wardrobe saying it was
a match for my shoes. She placed some lacy handkerchiefs in the purse
and she would add other items later.

I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn
told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in
a girly manner.
Carolyn praised me, "Ooh yes honey that's perfect. You look so precious,
Honey. You've made Mistress very happy."

I looked up at her with my carefully made up eyes in the mirror, asking
for explanation without a word.

"Madam misses her daughter so much since she left for college. Having you
here dressed so prettily is just what the doctor ordered, I think,"
Carolyn responded. As the blush spread over my face, the maid began
untying the satin ribbons from my hair. Then, taking the silver hairbrush
from the vanity, she started brushing the tangles gently.

You don't know how happy it makes me to see Madam smiling again," she
went on. "I'm sure she'll really hate to see her little girl go once the
weekend is over."
I rested my head back against her wondrously fragrant bosom as she slowly
moved the brush through my longish curls. Closing my eyes, I melted into
her encompassing warmth.

"That's enough now, we have to move along," Carolyn roused me. Taking my
hand, she brought me to my feet and removed the matching sash, which
circled the waist of the pink satin smock. As I stood before the mirror,
she undid the buttons in the back and sliding the dress over my
shoulders, let it fall to the floor. After placing it on a scented
hanger, she returned and did the same with the bouffant slip. It
collapsed into a mountain of froth around my knees, and extending her
hand for support, had me step gingerly from the lace cloud. No sooner had
she returned from the large walk-in closet, then I felt her hands at my
hips, taking the frilled waistband of the silk and lace panties and
drawing them down, careful not to snag the delicate fabric on the frilled
tabs of my garter belt.

As I tried to cover myself, she slipped the white panties down over my
knees and then gently lifted one foot, then the other to leave me
standing in only the matching training bra and garter belt. I again
looked in the mirror to see an image, which now made me almost tremble.
With my hair newly brushed and my face still made up, the sight of myself
standing dressed as I was with the sexily clad maid at my back unclasping
my brassiere seemed a dream. She delicately took the each ribboned strap
between her beautifully manicured fingertips and pushed them down over
the curve of my shoulders. As she pressed her bosom against the now bare
skin of my back, she glided her hands down around my neck and then
lowered them till they covered the nipples of each breast.

Cooing in my ear, she brought me to a state of complete distraction, "You
have such lovely little breasts, Christine." Scraping the tip of her
fingernails over the now stiffening flesh, she teased, "See how your
girlish little nipples stand up?"

By this time, the excitement had spread far beyond just my non-existent
bosom; my thickening member could no longer be hidden. Despite my efforts
to hide it, my erection protruded almost straight out.
With one hand continuing to caress my breasts, Carolyn reached around and
took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over my
throbbing shaft, began to stroke me.

"Ummmm, nice soft panties," she whispered in my ear. She teased me
unmercifully, "Does my darling little girl like her pretty panties?" Her
perfume filled my nostrils; her soft lips caressed the nape of my neck.
"You love your frilly new things, don't you, Chrissy."

As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to
shudder, "Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!" With that, my shaft
erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the
vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl.

I was now exhausted and Carolyn hugged me against her and ran her fingers
through my hair and kissed my forehead. That's my girl, my precious
little Christine." Unsnapping the garters, she drew the long white
stockings down my legs, and removed them. I was compliant as she drew me
to my feet and unhooked the belt and laying it aside and led me into the
bath. Shutting the water off, the large tub was near overflowing with
fragrant suds. She removed a silk scarf from the linen closet and
wrapping it around my head, tied my hair up out of the way.

Helping me into the water, she knelt beside the tub and began to sponge
the sweet smelling lather over my shoulders and back. Lifting my arms,
she swabbed under them and then moved lower over my chest and lathered my
stomach. As I sat passively, the strikingly beautiful maid reached
beneath the surface and no part of my anatomy was left unwashed. Taking a
soft washcloth, she began to wash the makeup from my still beardless
face.

"Close your eyes, dear" she warned as she gently cleaned the last
vestiges of mascara and eye shadow from my eyelids. Using the long hose
sprayer, she rinsed the soap off me, and then holding a soft towel up,
had me step from the tub. After I was properly powdered, Carolyn had me
sit on the bed as she selected my wardrobe for the afternoon's excursion.

A white satin and lace garter belt, white satin panty, a white satin
strapless bra, white satin half slip, white stockings and my outer wear a
dress suit in lilac. The knee length dress had spaghetti straps and the
lined jacket had long sleeves and had a single button to fasten it.

Carolyn had me put on the stockings myself after she had put the garter
belt for me. She told me to put the stockings on myself which I did to
her praise as she clipped the belts tab onto the stockings. Next she
helped me into the panty and also placed fluffy pink slippers on my feet
. Once I was strapped into the bra
Carolyn got some round pad like objects which she said were breast forms
and slipped them into the cups of my bra saying, "Now you fill out your
lovely bra" I loved it when Carolyn called it "my" bra.

Next she had me step into the slip as she knelt before me, ooh how I
loved to see her lovely breasts from that viewpoint. She helped me into
my dress and then sat me before the vanity to do my hair and makeup.
Satisfied with my look Carolyn excused herself and handed me the lipstick
she had used. She told me to put on my jacket and shoes and practice
walking in the heels as she went to get dressed.

I slipped on the heels and then walked around the room perfecting my
girly walk. As I walked about the room I loved the pull of the garter
straps and stockings on my legs, the cool feeling of the stain slip on my
stocking covered legs which all made my penis grow hard.

A little over an hour later, Carolyn came into the den where Aunt Mary
was waiting. She no longer wore the brief maid's outfit, but instead
showed off her stunning figure in a long blue silk gown. Aunt Mary too
had changed for their dinner out. Though certainly not a beauty queen,
the older woman still looked elegant in a stylish black suit.

"Is our guest ready?" Aunt Mary asked.

"Yes, Ma'm, she'll be right down." With that, Carolyn called up the
stairs, "Come down, and Honey, we're ready to leave."

I appeared at the top of the stairs. My hair was styled exquisitely; my
blond curls piled high and circled with a tiny little tiara. My makeup
appeared dramatically more grown up. It was obvious that, in addition to
lip-gloss, blusher and shadow, Carolyn had also made use of false
eyelashes.

My eyes lowered, I stood at the bottom step and finally, my long lashes
fluttering, looked up expectantly at my host.

"Oh Christine, you look absolutely wonderful," exclaimed Aunt Mary,
thoroughly pleased at the latest transformation. "I wish Susan could be
here to see how darling you are."

After donning their wraps, the two ladies led me to the car for the drive
downtown to the restaurant, while daintily dressed as a girl.