I shall always remember arriving home, on the last day of college, aunt Hilda and my cousin Yvonne, on that Friday, we broke-up for the summer holidays. As I arrived home, there was a car on the driveway that I did not recognize. I always entered mom’s house from the rear door.
“Mom, I saw a car on our driveway, and best enlighten you, if you are aware of it.” I said.
“Oh yes my dear” mom replied from the kitchen, “it’s aunt Hilda’s, she is here with her daughter, your cousin Yvonne. They are in the lounge, and are staying the night, and were asking if you would like to return with them tomorrow, to spend a week or two with them. You best go now and give them your answer.”
So off I trotted to the lounge, where aunt Hilda, was watching the TV; and cousin Yvonne, reading a magazine. So after the usual welcoming, I told both that I would love to travel back with them tomorrow.
Then mom called out, to wash our hands as dinner was ready. So we sat and ate, chatted a while afterwards. Then mom told us that she and aunt Hilda were going to Bingo and if we would both like to accompany them.
“Not really mom, as I rather take a shower and pack a few things later. Besides, there is a program on TV that I would like to watch.” I said.
“What about you Yvonne? “, mom asked Yvonne.
“Thank you aunt Marion, but I think I will take a bath and just relax if it is okay with you and mom?” replied Yvonne.
“Of course dear”, both mom and aunt said simultaneously.
So mom and aunt got ready and off they went in the car, to the Bingo.
“Are you going to shower or bath?”, Yvonne asked me.
“Oh later Yvonne, I will watch TV; you go ahead, Yvonne.” , I replied.
So later on, I heard Yvonne vacate the bathroom and shout down to me that the bathroom was free now.
“Oh well, best go and get cleaned-up” I said to myself. As I entered the bathroom, Yvonne called out to me, “oh be a sweetie and pull the plug out from the bath, I forgot about Graham.”.
“No problem”, I called back.
“I just needed a freshening up, the water is not dirty” Yvonne told me.
I stripped-off and put my dirty clothes, all of them in the laundry basket, in the bathroom, and stepped into the bath. The water was warm enough and being a summer’s evening, it rather seemed refreshing. So I sat down then lay down. The fragrance from the water seemed to excite me, and I began to fantasize Yvonne in the bath, where I was now. Best not to myself, so began to wash.
Once finished, I emptied the bath and rinsed around it. Walking to my bedroom, with a towel wrapped around me in a, male sarong style, that is around the waist, as opposed to the female style of it over the bust.
Yvonne was at my mom’s vanity case, wearing a pink toweling bathrobe. As I stood at the door of mom’s bedroom, which Yvonne had left open, I asked Yvonne what she was doing.
“Oh just plucking my eyebrows. Come on in please, and sit awhile with me.” Yvonne asked me.
“I best not Yvonne, as I have nothing on under this towel. ” I replied.
“Well same here my sweet, no undies on under this bathrobe. ” Yvonne said with a smile.
“Oh gosh, my thoughts began to race again, and she indicated to the chair, near to her for me to sit there. Now Yvonne is about seven years my senior, in her mid twenties. So I did as I was told and sat watching her as she rubbed a block of ice over her eyebrows.
“What are you doing that for” I asked.
“To freeze the area, for me to pluck my brows.” She replied.
“Why not shave them, it will be quicker and less painful” I advised her.
“No dear, I do not wish to and this way, the hair will take longer to grow back. ” She said.
“It looks painful, to me”, I said, now seeming to stare at this action.
“Come here sweetie, let me see if you can stick it out”, as she told me to bring my chair toward her. Then with the ice block taken from the fridge earlier on, she rubbed it over one brow and plucked my brows.
“Oh no, that is not for me Yvonne, I rather shave mine, if I was a girl. All of a sudden an idea seemed to come on in her head.
Well I have a great idea, shall we? Yvonne said with a big smile.
“Shall we what Yvonne?”, I asked.
“Shall I make you a girl?” She said.
“Make me a girl?” I replied very surprised.
“Yes sweetie, just for fun, to see how you would look. Your hair is long enough for me to style and you have long eyelashes, your complexion silky smooth and to tell you the truth, it would not take much to transform you. Come on, let’s shave your eyebrows, as she stood, grabbed my hand and led me back into the bathroom.” Yvonne said.
“No best not Yvonne. ” I replied nervously.
“Oh come on, don’t be miserable all your life, take a day off”, she said as she grabbed my razor. “Now hold still sweetie”, and with a few swipes of the razor, my brows were now bald. Yvonne looked at me, then turned me to the mirror.
“Oh my gosh, I look weird now. They will take ages to grow back, people will ask why I shaved my eyebrows?” I cried in horror.
“Oh silly, don’t worry, I will pencil brows in for you.” Yvonne said.
“Pencil them in! Yvonne, I am not a girl. ” I said.
“Not yet sweetie, but in a while and before our mom’s return, you will be.” She replied.
Then Yvonne had me wear her undies and her orange dress. She even made me wear her clip on earrings.
Oh gosh, how can I be so obsequious, to allow myself to not only sit and have my face made up, with full make-up, but my hair styled and then dressed in some of Yvonne’s undies and a dress, I uttered to myself.
Yvonne squealed when a pair of her heels fitted me. I stood as she placed her hands on my shoulders and made me look into the full length dress mirror.
“Oh no this is not good Yvonne, I actually look like a girl”, I said looking at myself in the mirror pretty shocked.
“How do you feel?” She asked now happy with her achievement of feminizing me.
“Oh gosh, I feel emasculated as I need to sit down and think this out. ” I said.
Yvonne chided me to sit properly as she reminded me I was now wearing a dress.
“Yvonne, I have to take all of this off now.” I said panicking.
‘Yes dear, but all in good time”, Yvonne replied as she held up her cell phone to take photos of me.
“No please Yvonne, no photos. ” I screamed.
“Just a few for you and me, and we will show them to our mom’s, and ask them, do they recognize this girl?” Yvonne said with a laugh.
Then I tried requesting Yvonne to help me undress and wash my make-up off, and uncurl my hair.
“No sweetie, stay like that awhile, I think you look good as a girl and I really like you like that, and if the truth be known, I think you also like it. ” She said.
Then to my horror, I heard the front door opening and my mom and aunt’s voice.
“Oh gosh, please Yvonne, help me out of this dress, as it was a zip at the back and I was unable to unzip it.” I asked nervously.
“It’s alright sweetie, our mom’s know of it.” She said.
“How can they?” I asked panicking.
“I sent two of the photos to your mom and my mom. ” She said with a grin.
“Oh gosh no, please say you are winding-me-up.” I replied feeling scared.
“No sweetie” She said.
I couldn’t believe Yvonne got me dressed and made-up as a girl. Then I heard my mom’s call out at the foot of the stairs, “ARE YOU TWO GIRLS COMING DOWN FOR SUPPER?”
Sent by Graham Jones