Buying stuff, merchandise, for a resale store and an antique store, sixteen year old Ricky finds an assortment of strange things in an abandoned storage locker. On a computer he finds a diary.

The Diary

By

Paula Dillon

Ricky Crawford pulled his big extended bed pickup to the storage rental office. He came there for an auction. His mom runs a resale store and an antique furniture store. Ricky and his mom go to many estate sales and auctions where the renter fails to pay for the storage locker. Ninety days after the renter goes into default the property in the locker is auctioned off, to pay the rentor.

He decided to come to this auction on his own, after school. He had a gut feeling; call it intuition, that there would be some good stuff here today. He knew the auctioneer and greeted him at the sign in table to get his number. The auctioneer called his mom on the phone to verify that she would be legally responsible for the bids. He was only sixteen and the auctioneer was required to get bids only from people eighteen or over. Ricky would look the stuff over and if he saw anything he was interested in he would hand the phone to one of the auctioneer’s assistants. The assistant would then confirm any bid Ricky wanted to make, with his mom.

Angela Crawford, Ricky’s mom, loved that her son showed interest in her business and did things, like help her find merchandise, make deliveries and work at the store. She let him use his own money to bid at auctions, like this one. She had taught him everything she knew about auctions and estate sales. She was very good at spotting diamonds in the rough, so to speak, but she knew that in a few years her son would be better than she was.

She had to start the resale shop after her husband, Tom, left her in a ransack house, with bills piling up and a worn out Mazda Miata. Ricky was just eleven at the time. Angela took the last of their money and went to several auctions. She took what she found to other resale stores and sold what was in good condition. She and her son would then repair and restore anything that needed it, before selling it. Money was slow coming in at first, but after they discovered some valuable antiques in one sale, that they bought way under market value, things began to change for them. They paid off all their old debts, moved to a nicer home and had a couple of thriving businesses.

The crowd moved from one locker to another. This particular sale had five lockers that were up for bid. The first three looked like junk to Ricky and he held off bidding. The bidding was by a blind auction, the owner’s lock would be cut off the locker and the door would be opened, but there was no inspection of the contents. Bidders could only stand outside the locker and look in.

Ricky called his mom and handed the phone to the assistant bidding two hundred.

“Two hundred is the bid, who will make it three… three hundred… three hundred.”

“Two fifty,” a bidder went…

“Three fifty,” Ricky bid.

“Three fifty is the bid, who will give me four…four… four,”

People just shook their heads as the auctioneer pointed at several of them.

“Three fifty once… three fifty twice… Sold for three fifty,” the auctioneer went. The gavel sounded, the locker was closed and one of the auctioneer’s locks went on the door.

They then went to the last locker. There was a commotion as the last locker was filled to the brim. Ricky began to get an itch as he looked in. He got his mom back on the phone, “Mom this is the one, I will lay my last penny out for it.”

“How much do you have on you?” she asked.

“Four thousand after that last locker.”

“Ricky what are you doing walking around with that kind of money?”

“I just had a feeling all day. I can’t explain it.”

“Be careful son, don’t jump in too soon or show too much interest. I can be there with more money in thirty minutes.”

The bidding for this last locker started at five hundred and worked its way up to one thousand dollars. When twelve hundred was bid, Ricky stepped in with fourteen.

“Fourteen… fifteen… sixteen,” the bidding went.

“Two thousand,” Billy told the assistant.

“Two thousand is the bid… Who will give me two five… two five…”

“Two three,” another bidder bid.

“Three five,” Billy told the assistant.

“Three thousand five hundred is the bid… Who will make it four… four… four…”

The auctioneer surveyed the crowd trying to dredge up more bids but only getting head shakes.

“Three five going once… three five going twice… Come on folks, there is a lot of stuff in that locker. The kid is robbing you blind… Sold for three thousand five hundred dollars.”

Ricky went to the sign in table and paid the money he owed. He and the assistant went to change the locks out on the lockers. He always carried spare locks when he went to an auction. He then wrote a check to the storage place for another thirty days on the two lockers.

Ricky decided to check the contents of the first locker and made notes on his blackberry as he entered the locker. He found boxes of ladies clothes size eight and some furniture, a bed, dresser, dinning room table and chairs. The clothes were mostly in good condition with two exceptions. There were two gowns that were in great condition. The furniture was mid market stuff, not anything to write home and tell momma about, but it was good solid furniture. He figured that his mom could sell everything for about a thousand dollars.

He finished his notes and emailed his list to his mom. He put off checking the second locker since that one would take a lot longer to go through; tomorrow was Friday and he had classes.

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At home, Ricky started a load of clothes in the washer and began to fix dinner. After his Dad had left home, he took a lion’s share of the responsibility of keeping the home clean and in order, so his mom could work on keeping them housed, clothed and fed.

Twelve-year old Ricky had surprised his Mom with his first effort at cooking. It hadn’t really been edible, it was too salty, way overcooked and not exactly a balanced meal, but his Mom hugged him, smiled and ate it anyway. She then made a real effort to teach him to plan a meal, make a shopping list and cook.

Ricky was quite a fair cook now. Tonight he was grilling two chicken breasts, after having marinated them over night and doing a California stir fry: broccoli, snow peas, carrot strips, bell peppers, banana peppers, squash and bean sprouts.

He had just started the chicken cooking, when he heard the garage door opening.

“Hi Ricky, how was your day?”

“Good Mom, the washer just stopped, can you put the clothes in the dryer?”

“I think I can do that, I still know a thing or two about laundry,” she said giggling, as she set her things down on the table. She then transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started a second load.

“I got your email of the first storage locker, I will send Tom over to empty it.”

“He should drop off the clothes at the mission store, except for the two evening gowns. I set them aside in the locker, they look very expensive.”

“Versace?”

“Prada. Why would some woman put things like that in a storage locker and forget about them.”

“Divorce,”

“Oh yes, that could be it.”

“Were there any shoes in the locker?”

“Some.”

“I will have Tom bring them in so I can go through them. I can’t see Prada dresses with Pay Less shoes.”

“Right, I didn’t think about that.”

“What about the second locker?”

“I didn’t get a chance to look in it. It is a 15’x20’ locker and it was packed to the gills. I think we hit a gold mine there. I would like to get a chance to look at it first.”

“I have no problem with that, you bought it. It is your stuff to do whatever you want to do with it.”

“I know, but I want to help support us too.”

“I know you do and I love you for that, but if you ever walk around with nearly five thousand dollars without telling me again. Well, let’s say you aren’t too big to bend over my knee.”

It was an idle threat, as she had never had to spank him. She had been surprised at how good a boy he was. Sure he had some rough points, all kids do, but Ricky was a keeper. He studied and worked hard. He did more than his fair share of housework and stayed out of trouble.

“Sorry Mom, I just got this feeling that I would do good today. I am going to check out the second locker tomorrow after school with Jennifer.”

“Ok, call me when you get an idea of what you find.”

“I will,”

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Jennifer Singleton met up with Ricky after school. They went to her home so she could change into something grubby. She loved diving into storage lockers, auctions and estate sales, almost as much as Ricky, as long as they didn’t run into anything yucky. There were times they found yucky things like dirty pots and pans boxed up and placed into storage. They even found a dead cat in a storage locker.

Ricky unlocked the lock and pulled the garage type door up. Jennifer oohed when she saw how packed the locker was. The front of the locker was completely blocked by neatly stacked boxes. Some of the boxes were light, some were heavy. They moved a couple of rows out of the way so they could get into the locker.

“Woo, look at all that furniture,” Jennifer said.

“Yep, I had a good feeling that this was going to be a gold mine.”

“I can see a couple of trunks and some suitcases in the back too.”

“We still need to clear some more of this stuff, so we can get in the locker.”

They cleared the rest of the boxes out of the way. The first piece of furniture they found was an old looking vanity, which was possibly made of cherry wood with a large oval mirror and stool. The mirror had a couple of bad spots around the edges where the silver was blackened. The vanity had intricate detailing and molding. The kids looked it over and saw no major defects besides an oxidized finish. The five drawers were intact and opened easily. The stool was a match for the vanity and had a tapestry upholstering that looked old and only slightly worn.

“I love this vanity, it looks like an antique.”

Ricky looked on the bottom side of the vanity, “I don’t know, it might just be an antique reproduction.”

“Can I have it? I have all my makeup and jewelry on top of my dresser right now.”

“You’ll have to twist my arm to let you have it,” Ricky said, laughing.

Jennifer grabbed Ricky’s hand and turned it about half an inch. Ricky cried Uncle, Uncle still laughing, I give. You can have the vanity.

Jennifer jumped up and down and gave Ricky a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Ricky, you’re the best.”

“Here, make notes on my blackberry as I dig into this locker, please,” Ricky said, handing her the device.

“Anything for you, sweety.”

Ricky then began his inventory of the contents: two leather couches, lazy boy, end tables, coffee tables, two lounge chairs, kitchen table and chairs, dinning room table, six chairs and two leaves, flat screen TV and entertainment center, two floor lamps, four table lamps, Queen Anne table, grandfather’s clock, wood bed frame, Simmons pillow top queen mattress with box springs, wide dresser, with mirror and a chest of drawers, two book shelves, brass fire place set, office desk and a sundry household items. All of the items were good to excellent. A decidedly feminine collection of furniture.

“Put a fifteen to twenty k value on those items and email my mom.”

“Got it.”

It wasn’t five minutes later that Angela called.

“Hey squirt, what you want to do with the stuff?”

“Can you send Tom over right now?”

“Yes, he just got back from making a delivery.”

“I would like to get a lot of this furniture out today. There is some luggage and a lot of packed boxes. I will take the luggage home tonight and try to open them tomorrow. The boxes will go back into the locker till I can sort them out.”

“Sounds good, Tom will be there with the delivery truck in fifteen minutes.”

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Tom and Ricky loaded all the furniture into the delivery truck and the luggage and vanity into the bed of Ricky’s pickup truck. They were able to see the quality of each piece as they got to it.

“Your Mom said fifteen to twenty, I saw twenty-five to thirty. Some of these pieces, like that Queen Anne table, are real antiques. That bedroom set might draw ten by itself,” Tom said.

“I can’t believe they got everything into that locker,” Jennifer said.

“That is just the meat, I will go through the boxes next week. There may be clothes, kitchen utensils, books and stuff in the boxes,” Ricky said. “Someone might have moved, or lost their home, to have packed all this stuff.”

“I sometimes wonder about the stories, that these things we buy, could tell us,” Tom said.

“I do too, I wish nothing bad on these people, but Mom and I have made a good living off their things. I can haul the rest of the stuff Tom, thanks.”

“Take care kiddo, you too Jennifer.”

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Ricky and James, Jennifer’s brother, took the vanity off the truck and into their house, while Jennifer carried the padded stool.

“It may not fit in your bed room Jen,” James said, kidding his sister.

“It should, but if it doesn’t, the bed has got to go.”

“She’s kidding, isn’t she James?” Ricky said laughing.

“I don’t think so, but it should fit. I think?”

It did fit, but the guys had to do a little rearranging to get it in. They had to move the bed to a different wall, move her dresser and a chest of drawers.

“James, can you come over to Ricky’s and help with those trunks. They are very heavy,” Jennifer begged.

“It will cost you sis, you already owe me for helping rearrange your bedroom, to fit the vanity in it.”

“Ah come on, Ricky gave me this vanity.”

“That is the key sis, he gave you the vanity. You’ll owe me for the work.”

“Ok, what is your price?”

“Help me get a date with Virginia Winston.”

“The head cheerleader? She is outta your league bucko. I don’t think you want to get in a tussle with Michael Martin either. She is dating him right now. How about thirty dollars?”

“Sold, to my brilliant sister.”

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Jennifer came over Saturday after breakfast. Ricky was in the garage inspecting the luggage. The two steamer trunks were vintage Louis Vuitton Steamer trunks, with new four-wheel combination padlocks on them.

“Are you going to cut those locks off Ricky?” Jennifer asked.

“Not unless I have to, those locks are worth fifteen to twenty dollars a piece.” Ricky said, as he began working on the locks.

“It will take forever for you to try out all the different combinations,”

“Maybe so… here hold this for me,” he said, handing her one lock.

“How did you…”

“If I told you, I would have to kill you,”

Janice started to throw the lock at Ricky, who ducked, but she didn’t.

“I can’t tell you how many locks I have opened. I picked up some tricks off the Internet and through experimenting. Keyed locks are harder for me, and since I don’t have a key, I don’t bother with trying to save them. Wheel locks I love, I can get them off, change the combination on most and have a good lock,”

“If you can unlock them, then others can too.”

“That is why I don’t use them on anything really important, but for most applications they are good.”

Jennifer opened the first locker, while Ricky worked on opening the rest of the suitcases. The trunk looked like a mini closet inside. She found some really nice ladies clothing when she opened the first. Half the trunk had a hangar bar with clothes hanging from the bar. The other half looked like a chest of drawers and shoeboxes.

She started checking labels. Most of the dresses were very expensive club wear and a few evening dresses.

“Damn, these ladies things wouldn’t be out of place in Miranda Kerr’s closet.”

“Who is she?”

“She is a top fashion model.”

In the top drawer she found about a dozen 34D bras and a bunch of nice panties size five. They were all top market lingerie. In the second drawer were corsets and shape wear. The next drawer had slips, camisoles, sleepwear and hosiery. The contents of the bottom drawer shocked her. The bottom drawer held two sets of breastforms and two other things made of silicone, along with a medical adhesive and solvent. Mentally she figured out what they were and the kind of person all this had belonged too. She didn’t say anything to Ricky about her last findings.

The next trunk had more ladies clothes, two furs, skirts, blouses, a Dolce & Gabbana handbag, a Gucci handbag, a Louis Vuitton handbag, leather pants, jeans, shorts, shoes, four wigs and more lingerie, some still in their packages. Jennifer took out a package of panties and looked at it. It actually had instructions on the back, which she found odd, till she read them. They were something called gaff’s, meant to hide a man’s penis.

Jennifer began to develop a wicked plan in her mind.

She found another case was a very large professional makeup kit, which was eighteen inches, by twelve, by twenty four inches. It had tons of makeup, hair care products and a hair dryer.

Ricky unlocked another case and went to the last case. It was a high security aluminum suitcase and very expensive. He could drill it open, but the case may be as valuable as any contents.

“This case is going to be a bugger to open I feel. I am just going to take it to my room and put it under my bed. I need to do some research before I try to open it.”

Ricky opened the last case he unlocked. Inside he found a laptop and a digital camera, lenses and such, in a foam bed, “This one is going to my room too.”

“Ok, I am just going to check out these trunks a little closer, Ricky. I’ll meet you in your room in a few minutes.”

Ricky took his booty to his room. He placed the aluminum case under his bed and connected the laptop and its power supply, to an outlet. He would let the laptop’s battery charge for a couple of hours, before turning it on.

He checked the camera to see what batteries it needed. Seeing it had a rechargeable battery pack and finding a charger for it, he set it charging. Ricky was checking out the camera equipment in the case, when Jennifer came into his room.

“Hey Ricky, would you do me a big favor.”

“Depends on what the favor is, I guess.”

“Well, I figured out the type of person all that stuff belonged too. I got this weird idea and I wanna see if I can do what I would like to do.” Jennifer said.

Jennifer can be confusing at the best of times, Ricky was perplexed to say the least, “Huh? Say what you want to say, don’t beat around the bush.”

“These things belonged to a cross dresser, or some guy that wanted to be a girl. Would you please let me dress you up as a girl? I would like to see if I can make you look like a girl.”

“What, are you crazy?” Ricky said, a little too emphatically. His voice was harsher than he meant it to be and if he had seen how he looked in a mirror, he would have scared himself. “Do you think that I am a sissy, or something?”

Jennifer recoiled a little; she had never seen Ricky like this. “No I don’t Ricky, I am sorry,” Jennifer said, starting to cry. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. I would never do anything to hurt you. I like you too much. I am sorry.”

Ricky felt like he was a heel, he hadn’t meant to hurt Jennifer. She was his best friend. They had known each other since the fourth grade, they had kissed a bit and cuddled together, but they hadn’t gone any further. He went over to her and hugged his friend.

“Look, I am sorry, Jennifer. You just caught me by surprise. I use to catch hell in middle school, from the guys that called me a sissy.

“I know, but I never did that to you.”

“I know, you were one of my best friends, Jen. You can’t possibly make me look like a girl, though.”

Jennifer gave Ricky a half smile and picked up the gauntlet of that challenge. “I think you would be very surprised at what I could do Ricky. You are a very cute boy,” She said, drying her eyes on Ricky’s shirt. “I think I could make you look like a very pretty girl.”

“I can’t see you doing that to me.”

“Please Ricky, let me try it one time. Either way, if I make you look good or you come out looking like a drag queen, I will make it worth your while.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“No I’m not kidding you. Let me do it just once.” Jennifer asked, as she turned on all her womanly charm and looked at him with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. She hugged him tightly, molding her body to his.

Ricky didn’t know what to do. He didn’t really want to look like a clown, he also didn’t want to look like a sissy, or a drag queen, but he also didn’t want to see Jennifer cry again. Also, if she held him like this to much longer, his friend would rise to make his presence known.

“You swear that this is just between the two of us. You won’t say a word to anybody else.”

“I swear, or you can come over and take back my vanity back and sell it.”

“Oh crud,” Ricky hemmed and hawed. “Ok, if it is just between us two.”

“What time will your Mom get home, Ricky?”

“She is closing today, at the antique shop, and then she has to do her books and such, after she closes. She will get home somewhere between eight and eight thirty. I guess. What time do you have to go home?”

“I have to be home by five. My parents have this business dinner to go to. Go shower, and shave your armpits.”

“I don’t have to shave my face and yet you want me to cut off all six of my underarm hair? Do you want me to shave my legs too?”

“You hardly have any leg hair and you have more than six underarm hairs. You have at least twelve, in each armpit. I think armpit hair is just so gross. I don’t know how guys can stand it. Just wrap a towel around your waist when you get out of the shower.”

Ricky went to the bathroom and got into the shower. His Mom had bought him some disposable razors, anticipating him needing them. He had practiced with them a couple of times, a couple bloody times, and now he could shave them without nicking himself to death, but he never really needed to. Ricky wondered what his mother would think of him, when his first real use of his razors was shaving his armpits.

In Ricky’s room, Jennifer brought in the stuff she had found in the trunk. She then took off her own clothes, except for her bra and panties. She would have loved trying on one of the bras, they were the right band size, but she couldn’t hope to fill the cups. She was just a 34 A+. Jennifer also couldn’t use the breastforms either; they were made for a flat chest. She also loved the panties, a lot of the bras and panties were La Perla, but she didn’t know how clean they were, so she skipped them too. She then dressed in a garter belt and a pair of real silk stockings. The shoes she had selected were two sizes larger than her own, but she found some strappy sandals, that she could wear.

Ricky nearly choked, when he saw Jennifer standing in his room, in just her underwear. He had never seen her like this before, sure he had seen her in her bikinis before and they didn’t cover as much as her underwear now covered, but underwear wasn’t made to be seen either.

“Oh good,” Jennifer said, as she came over to give Ricky a hug. “You smell so nice and clean. Hold your arms out straight, like this,” she demonstrated. Jennifer pulled the towel causing Ricky to blush beet red. She then measured his chest, waist and hip, with a measuring tape she found in his mothers sewing kit.

Jennifer then wrapped an above the bust corset around him and began fastening the hooks, on the busk.

“What are you putting on me?”

“A corset. It is made to reduce the size of the waist and give a woman a nice figure.”

Over the next hour, Jennifer corseted Ricky and put in a set of D cup breast forms into the cups. She rolled up real silk stockings up his legs, got him into a gaff and a pair of La Perla panties. She then crowned him with a long, curly, dark auburn wig and did his makeup. On his feet went a shiny black pair of pumps, with a four inch heel. Jennifer was surprised that the shoes actually fit his feet quite nicely.

During all this time, Ricky had remained strangely silent, but observant. He couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into and was trying to make sense out of everything.

When she finished with the makeup, she helped him stand and walk in front of his dresser. That was a chore. The breastforms had radically changed his center of balance and the four inch heels made him very wobbly on his feet. Jennifer had to hold him by both of his arms, to get him to walk without falling.

Ricky’s stood there, with a fish face, staring in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what a gorgeous girl he saw, standing next to Jennifer. The girl bore a strong resemblance to Ricky. She looked like an older sister or cousin. He also saw that Jennifer had a feral grin on her face as she looked at him.

“Oh my God. Is that really me?”

“Yes Ricky, that is really you. I knew that you would look really good.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“You are a beautiful person, Ricky. To top it off, you are a really great person. You care about me and what others feel.”

Jennifer led Ricky over to the bed and pushed him back onto it. She spent the next hour messing up what she had so carefully done to him. They kissed and cuddled and groped each other. Jennifer’s breasts were out of their cups and Ricky gently kissed and sucked on her nipples. They had never done that before and Jennifer was going crazy. She was almost choking Ricky, trying to force her breast deeper into his mouth.

After they had a chance to clean up a bit, Jennifer redid the makeup on both of their faces. She then spent an hour teaching Ricky to walk in the heels. Ricky was still a little wobbly at the end of the hour, but he wasn’t likely to do a face plant.

Jennifer then put on one of the clubbing dresses she had found in the steamer trunks and dressed Ricky in one too. Jennifer wore a gray, flapper style, dress, with all of those short strings on it, in layers and Ricky wore a strapless, blue tube dress. The dresses covered their underwear, but were inches above their stocking tops.

The last things they dressed in were a pair of furs. Jennifer helped Ricky into a mink jacket and Ricky helped Jennifer into a Chinchilla.
Ricky had never felt a fur before. He couldn’t help but run his hands over it, the sensation was intoxicating.

They headed into the living room and sat down to talk. Ricky was walking a little better, but he was still wobbly. Jennifer turned on the stereo, in the entertainment center and started an easy listening CD. It was a favorite of Angela’s, but Jennifer liked it too.

Ricky also found it hard to find a comfortable position to sit in. He was most comfortable sitting up straight and away from the back of the couch.

“How do you girls get used to these things?” Ricky asked, pointing to his heels. “They are hard to walk in and hurt like hell.”

“With a lot of practice, just like you are doing. If we spend hours in our heels, we can get used to them, but our feet still hurt. We just look so damn good in them. That is the reason we wear them, Ricky.”

“Why did we do this?”

“When I saw all the stuff in the lockers, I realized that it belonged to a transsexual, or cross dresser. Since I had everything a cross dresser would need, I just wanted to see what you would look like all dressed up. I thought that it might be fun for you too. Has it?”

“I guess it’s been fun, it is not like I thought it would be.” Ricky said, a little doubtful.

“You’re not mad about it, are you?”

“No, I’m not mad about it. I am in shock right now. I can’t believe I let you do this and how good a job you did.”

Jennifer gave Ricky a big hug, “Thank you for doing this for me. I won’t say that I will not ask you to do this again, but I will try not to pressure you to do it.”

“I don’t know about you Jen, but I am getting hungry, how about you.”

“I could use a bite to eat, why don’t you fix us something.”

“Sure.”

Ricky took off the fur and carefully walked to the kitchen, with Jennifer following him. Ricky made two salads and two steak sandwiches. Jennifer had him put his jacket back on, before he ate. They both ate more carefully than they usually did, trying hard not to get anything on their clothes or the furs. Being early May, the furs were a little warm, but at least the AC made things more comfortable.

Ricky found that he couldn’t eat half of what he had fixed. Jennifer just giggled and said, “I should have warned you about that, Ricky. The corset keeps you from eating too much, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, I see that now.” Ricky said.

The two of them began talking about things. It was another thing Jennifer liked about Ricky. She could talk to him about things that would send most boys running.

While they talked, the back door opened and Angela came in. She saw Jen and a strange girl talking.

“Hey Jennifer, how are you doing?” Angela said, setting her things on the table. “Who is your friend?”

Both girls noticeably paled, which caused her to look more closely at the stranger. After a pregnant pause she said. “Oh my. Is that you Ricky?”

“Mom, I ah…”

“Ricky got the trunks and suitcases opened, Mrs. Crawford. I think they belonged to a transsexual or cross dresser. There were things like breastforms, corsets, wigs and other things. I talked Ricky into dressing up.”

“Oh my… Is that a mink and a chinchilla?” Angela asked, rubbing her hand across the fur.

“Yes it is Mrs. Crawford.”

“They feel so scrumptious. I just love them.”

“Stand up Ricky, let me look at you. You too Jennifer.”

Ricky stood and said, “You’re not mad at me Mom.”

“No, why would I be mad? Getting mad over something so petty would make me less of a person. You are still my child and I love you. It was just a bit of a shock to see you dressed like this. I would be mad if you two went out in those dresses, though, they are way too short for girls your age.”

“No way would I go out dressed like this anyway,” Ricky said. “Do you think you could sell these coats?”

“In a heart beat. I won’t sell them at my shop, but I can sell them to a fur dealer. Most women don’t wear furs this far south, it just isn’t cold enough, long enough, to justify spending the kind of money they cost. They are worn mostly as status symbols, or for image.”

“What do you have on under your dresses?” Angela asked, looking at how big Ricky’s chest looked.

“Ricky is wearing a corset, a gaff, La Perla panties and real silk stockings. He also has some breastforms I found in the locker. I have my own lingerie on, except for a garter belt and silk stockings.”

“I have never worn real silk stockings, they are just to expensive, probably forty to fifty dollars a pair. What is a gaff?” Angela asked.

“It’s like a thong that hides his ah… You know ah…”

“Penis. We are all big girls here, we can use words like penis when it is appropriate. Excuse me girls, I need to call in to work.”

Angela took out her cell phone and called her shops. After she made sure her people would take care of closing her stores for the day. She said, “Jennifer, did you do the makeup on both of you?”

“Yes Ma’am, there was a makeup kit in the stuff too.”

“I hope you didn’t use the makeup that is already used?”

“No, I didn’t, I threw away the makeup that had been previously use. The kit looks like a professional beauticians makeup kit, with disposable applicators and stuff.”

“Really, let me see and I will give you some tips. You used way too much makeup. Girls tend to do that when they are just learning, Ricky.”

They headed back to Ricky’s room. She saw the laptop and camera, and asked about them. Ricky told her that they were part of the booty.

“You really did hit a gold mine. Vintage Louis Vuitton trunks, furs, high class lingerie, human hair wigs, twenty to thirty thousand in furniture, a laptop, digital camera system and no telling what else. You still have those boxes to check out. Seeing everything else, I suppose you will find some nice jewelry too.”

“This is the makeup kit, Mrs. Crawford.”

Angela went through every drawer in the kit, “This is a beautician’s makeup kit. A nice one too.”

Angela had some fun. She cleaned off the makeup that Jennifer had used and showed the kids a better way to apply makeup. The three of them had fun doing it. Ricky even tried his hand at makeup. He did pretty good except for the eyeliner and mascara. His hand was way too heavy applying it. This was one thing that Angela felt that she would never be doing, teaching her daughter to do her makeup, because she never had a daughter.

“Are there any normal everyday dresses in all that stuff Jennifer?”

“Of course there is. These just caught my eye.”

“I can see why. They are lovely for someone over twenty. Go pick out a couple and some flats or short heels.”

After Jennifer left, Angela turned to her son, “Are you alright with this Ricky? If not we can stop?”

“I guess it’s alright, I did it because I accidentally made Jennifer cry. I raised my voice when she first asked me. I didn’t say anything bad, but I did make her cry. It’s been sort of fun, but not something I am going to do everyday. Is that alright?”

“What ever you want is alright by me.” Angela said, hugging Ricky. “Let me help you out of this dress. I can’t believe these breastforms are so big on you,” Angela said, helping Ricky with the zipper.

“I guess they are made for a thirty-four D, which is what Jennifer said the bras were.”

Ricky knew his mom was a thirty-six C from doing the laundry.

“Thirty-four D and thirty six C are about the same size, it's just that the chest is larger beneath the breasts. Well, you should be a thirty something, A or B at the most. I will check you later. This is a very nice corset and Jennifer has it tightened almost all the way. It can only be tightened about another inch. How tight is it at your chest?”

“Not too bad really, it is very tight at the waist, but it doesn’t feel as bad now. It took me a little while to get use to it.”

Jennifer came back in with several dresses, some skirts and blouses, shoes and four handbags. Angela, seeing the logos on the handbags, picked up the Gucci and the Louis Vuitton. After looking at them she said, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, everything from this locker has been top line, these handbags are genuine too.”

“You and Jennifer should take them,” Ricky said.

“I don’t think so Ricky,” Angela said. “I don’t need a thousand dollar handbag and Jennifer shouldn’t carry one either. They tend to attract attention from purse snatchers.”

“As much as I would like to have one, I have to agree with your Mom. I wouldn’t wear diamonds, or a Rolex, to school either for those reasons.”

Jennifer and Ricky tried on several of the outfits that Jennifer brought up. Ricky settled for a blue/white print silk blouse, a black tweed jacket and a black leather slim skirt. Jennifer chose a little black dress with spaghetti straps.

“Jennifer, that dress is you, I think you should keep it. You just need to change to a strapless bra. Every girl needs a little black dress,” Angela said. “Just tell your Mom I gave it to you.”

“Really?”

“What do you think, Ricky?”

“I think she looks awesome in it. I have no problem with you giving it to her.”

“Can you stay for dinner, Jennifer?”

“Not tonight, Mom and Dad want me and James to go with them. They have some kind of business dinner,” Jennifer said, checking her watch. “In fact, I need to be leaving soon.”

“Then you can wear that dress tonight.” Angela said. “Let me give you a lift home. Ricky, you can change if you want to.”

Angela gave Jennifer a ride to her home.

Ricky thought about changing, but put it off. He didn’t know how the corset was tied off. Instead, he set about hanging the clothes that were laying on his bed. He went ahead and put them in his closet. He then went to the garage, got some more of the clothes and took them to his room. He went through them. He made two piles. The first pile were clothes like what he first wore, Club wear, sexy stuff his mother would object to and eveningwear. The second was for what he was wearing now, everyday dresses, business wear, and casual wear. The second pile went into his closet, or into his bottom drawer.

He didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to get rid of that stuff yet. His Mom came back into the house as Rick was getting a second armful of stuff.

“You didn’t change?”

“I’m not sure I could get out of the corset, Mom. I didn’t see how Jen tied it off.”

“What are you doing with the rest of these clothes?”

“I’m going through them, anything like those two dresses we first wore, I am putting into a pile to sell.”

“Good, they can go to the shop. They are too nice to just give away. Let me help you.”

They got all the clothes into Ricky’s room, in one trip. Together they made short work of the clothes. When she saw her son put some of the clothes away she asked, “Why are you keeping some of the clothes?”

“I don’t know, I can’t explain it, but if it is alright with you, I plan on keeping them for now.”

“Almost anything you do is alright by me, Ricky. I trust you son and I want you to be able to talk freely with me. I don’t care how you dress, just think about things and try to be safe. Females and cross dressers are at a higher risk of being assaulted, Ricky. I just want you to be safe and happy.”

“I know Mom, I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s order a pizza and watch some movies together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**************

Ricky woke very early Sunday. He was disoriented, because he was sitting on the couch, his mother’s arms holding him. He was in serious need of the bathroom. He wiggled out of her grasp, without waking her and made tracks to the bathroom. He pulled the skirt up and his panties and gaff down, before sitting to relieve himself. After using the restroom, he washed his hands and the makeup off his face.

Back in his room, he took and hung up the jacket. He couldn’t believe he was still dressed. He hunted for and found the zipper of the skirt and unzipped it. He undressed as much as he could. He took off the silk stockings and removed the garter tabs from the corset. He couldn’t figure how to get out of the corset. Looking over his shoulders into a mirror, he could see the laces, but not how they were tied off. He was afraid of pulling something and making it worse. So he decided to leaving it on and got dressed . He chose a pair of black leather pants; that Jennifer had brought up. He had to put them on twice, as he found that they zipped up the back.

He had to choose a blouse to wear, because he couldn’t get his faux breasts inside one of his shirts. Lastly he tried on a pair of calf high boots. They didn’t feel right bare footed and his socks would make the shoes incredibly tight, so he took a few seconds to think. He then went to his mom’s room and borrowed a pair of knee-highs, which did the trick.

He checked his watch; it was a little after six-fifteen in the morning. In his room he hit the power switch on the computer and then headed back to the garage.

He had gotten all the hanging clothes and some of the stuff in the drawers, but wanted to completely empty the trunks. He wasn’t surprised until he found the second set of breast forms and what he could only describe as padded silicone panties, that had their own pubic hair. He took them back to his room, along with the last of the things he had brought home with him. He left the empty trunks and suitcases in the garage. He stashed everything in his drawers and closet.

Returning to the laptop, the screensaver was already up. It was in banner mode and it said read --read me, please--. He touched the touch pad and the screen went to the desktop. There were about a twelve ’.doc’ files on there. The one in the center read ‘read me first’.

Ricky opened the ‘read me’.

>>>>>><<<<<

Hi, my name is Sandra Metcalf. If this is being read, then I must not have come back from Thailand before the locker lease expired. If that is the case, would you please email my friend in Thailand and find out why. Just log on, my home page is my online email client. The account password is saved but is sandram061885.

If I just missed coming back, you can just erase everything on the computer, with my blessings. If that is not the case, I beg you to please read the ‘read me second file’. I know it is up to you whether you do it or not, but I hope you will.

If you have gone through my locker, you probably know a little about me already. If you want to find out more about me, I have left a diary where you can read it; if you want to. It is on the desktop.

>>>>>><<<<<

Hugs Sandra :-)

Ricky fiddled with the laptop. It was Wifi capable, so he just had to log it onto their home network and then on to the Internet. Once he started up the browser, the email site came up. In the draft folder was an email, Ricky opened up the file and read it

Dear Khamchanaka;

This email is being sent to you from a friend of mine in the states. I told you to expect it if I didn’t make it back and obviously, I didn’t make it back to the states. My friend needs to know what happened. You can be entirely candid with them and tell them what you know.

If it is bad, know that I began to care about you from our chats on the net. I valued the time I spent chatting with you; you are a dear. I want to thank you for letting me stay with you, while I was healing up. If it is really bad, my friend needs to take care of my estate for me.

I composed this email, because I just had a feeling, it might be needed. I had hoped that I would be wrong. You can just reply to this email, my friend has access to my email account.

Again, I just want to thank you again, Khamchanaka, for all the kindness you have shown to me. May you find your path to enlightenment, and don’t let the bastards get you down.

Sandra Metcalf.

P.S. My name is Ricky C. and I will do what ever it is that Sandra needs me to do.

>>>>>><<<<<

Ricky hesitated; he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt that the worst had happened, but even though he didn’t know this Sandra, he wanted to know what happened to her. After adding the post script, he clicked send.