"They are here!" Lizbeth called out loudly as she looked out the window seeing a taxi pull up in the driveway. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she imagined Mrs. Mauro coming inside, looking directly at Blake and asking her why her boyfriend was in a dress. The notion that she would say anything close to that was absurd. The forty-three year old woman had never met Blake, she was aware of a boyfriend, but hadn't even known his name. That and... Lizbeth turned her head to look at her dolled up lover. She hadn't needed to yell, he was just a few feet away, sitting on the couch and looking just as nervous as she felt.
Her little king sat on the edge of the couch wearing her clothes, back straight, legs pressed together and crossed at the ankle and hands in his lap just like she had drilled into him. Blake looked nothing like the twenty year old man he really was, instead the only thing she saw was a pretty teen girl four or five years her junior. "Heather and David will be here any moment, are you ready for this, Blake honey?" She asked, knowing there was no more time if the feminized man said no.
Shifting slightly Blake kept the small smile on his face that his girlfriend said he needed to keep there. She had said people, especially mothers, asked girls what was wrong when they looked upset like he had and it made some sense to him so he complied. Sitting there he was rubbing the pad of his thumb over the pink glossy nails on his other hand. He hated all of this, he hated being dressed as a girl, he hated the fact he looked like a girl that had just graduated from being a tween. He hated that he was wearing his girlfriends panties and how soft and comfortable they were, he hated wearing the dark pantyhose that felt so wonderful on his skin, yet felt like a rubber band around his waist. Most of all he hated himself for allowing Liz to convince him to do this. She had been very, very persuasive in the bedroom, he wasn't sure he could have denied the beautiful blonde anything when she was down on her knees, looking up at him with her light blue eyes as she held his manhood. His now tucked and trapped manhood twitched slightly at the memory of the blow job he had received.
Hearing Liz speak he looked over to her, blinking a few times to try and clear the fog from his mind and mentally complain about being able to see his own eyelashes thanks to the mascara and how he wasn't sure how people got used to such things. Liz was standing near the window, now looking over at him, the way she looked made him want to take her in his arms. Kiss her, hold her hand as he took her out on a nice date that he couldn't afford and then spend as much time as he could in the bedroom to show her how much he appreciated how she dressed up for him. But she hadn't dressed up for him, here she was wearing a little red dress with thin shoulder straps, the hem coming down to mid thigh a length lower than his own dress he thought mentally twinging. She wore matte red lipstick, had used eyeliner and different shades of eyeshadow, it was all more than she normally wore and in addition she was wearing heels. They were a pair of red rounded toe, ankle straps two and a half inch block heel, nothing incredibly high or anything, but the last time he saw her wear heels around him was back when they had went to prom together. He didn't care if she wore heels and was taller, heck he thought like most men that girls in heels looked sexier, but his Liz didn't wear them around him. He was already four inches shorter than her and while she said it didn't bother her, the fact she never wore heels made him think otherwise.
"I was asking if you are ready, but it looks like you are off in your own little world, missy." Lizbeth said with her hands on her hips. "Come on now, let's meet them at the door." She motioned for her boyfriend to follow.
"Sure Liz..." He said not feeling sure at all as he got to his feet he looked down past his padded chest at his nylon covered feet in the girly flats. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life and he was walking towards it with a smile on his face, a fake smile, but still not an expression he ever thought he would be wearing. Though he never expected to have lipgloss on his lips either.
"Blake honey, remember it is not appropriate for you to call me just by my first name." Lizbeth gave him a warning glare. It wouldn't have been even a little unusual for Blake the teen girl to call her by her first name, but she really wanted to play up the fact that Blake was younger and the reason she had decided to wear heels to make their height difference more pronounced. She had planned to wear this outfit to a garden party with some of her friends this summer and for the very first time was happy to be wearing heels around Blake.
"Sorry, Miss Liz." Blake said with a pang of regret inside of him. The personal time they had together had been so incredible, but the moment Liz got serious about showing him how to act like a girl she had been insistent on both treating him as if he was a teen girl and him staying in character.
When Liz put her hand on the front door, Blake moved beside her and slightly behind. His eyes kept flickering from the closed door to the tiled floor as his mind went from wanting the woman and her child to get here and for this to be over with and dread, wanting the floor to just swallow him whole. When the door opened Blake saw a giant of a woman, she wore a yellow vertical striped blouse that contained her chest, a chest Blake thought looked alluring for someone her age. She had on a pair of white jeans that stopped at mid calf and a pair of black stiletto heeled sandals. She wasn't really that tall at her five foot nine, but that was before her three inch heels or the extra height Blake imagined from his fear.
"Liz, it is good to see you dear!" Heather said as the door opened for her. Stepping into her house she gave the young woman a hug, surprised to see her dressed up and someone with her. Turning her attention to the pretty brunette next to her house sitter she gave the girl a smile. "And who is this with you?"
With an enthusiastic toothy smile Lizbeth put her hand on Blake's shoulder farthest from her. "Welcome home Mrs. Mauro. This is Blake, her parents are on a second honeymoon and needed someone to watch her for the summer. I hope you don't mind that I had her here staying with me."
"Oh, of course not, and I know I told you to just call me Heather before." The older woman said, smiling back at the younger blonde girl before turning her attention to her ward. "It is nice to meet you Blake. You are very pretty."
A light blush came to Blake's cheeks as shame flooded his body, he knew what he looked like and he knew or had an idea of the repercussions of this person finding out the truth, but part of him, a big part of him didn't want her to so readily accept that he was female. At the same time getting complimented had felt good, he could count on one hand the number of times someone other than his mother had paid him a compliment well other than Liz, but the idea of feeling good about being called pretty just added to his shame. "Th... thank you... Mrs. Mauro." He stuttered out, barely able to remember how he was told to address the woman.
"Awww so shy, so adorable." Heather said, giving the girl's left cheek a pinch. Seeing the demure shy girl made her wish she had a daughter instead of two sons. The closest she ever had was when she had to watch her youngest sister Caroline. She loved dressing up Callie like she was a doll, but even that hadn't lasted long.
The blush on Blake's cheeks deepened as the attractive woman assaulted his face with her demeaning compliments. Instinctually he tried to shift away from the attack, he wasn't sure if it was having the attention of both Liz and Heather, the fact his dick rubbed up against soft panties that he knew Liz had worn or the humiliation, but he felt his manhood twitch once more in its lacy prison. He really hoped he wasn't being turned on by the humiliation, he didn't want to be one of those guys. No one of course could see something like that happening, his dick was still tucked between his legs, but still he tried to pull the hem of the short dress down.
The fight or flight instinct had hit Blake, he wanted to slap her hand away and say in the deepest voice he could that he was a man and at the same time wanted to run out the door and let his body give in to the tears that wanted to come to his eyes from his crushed ego, yet he did neither, just stood there.
With a happy smile on her face Heather glanced outside the open front door to see her eighteen year old son David coming up the driveway with their suitcases. "Liz, it isn't a problem at all, I'm happy to hear Blake's parents trust you as much as I do. Watching my house, babysitting and working, I hope you are taking some time to have a little fun this summer. You look a bit dressed up for just being around the house, did the two of you have plans today?"
Lizbeth's eyes darted up and to the side as she thought about the question. She hadn't had any plans, and Heather had been right about this not being the sort of look one wears to do nothing. "The two of us were just planning on going out to get something to eat and I...I..." Lizbeth pinched the hem of her dress, her excuse of just going out to eat not feeling like a good enough reason to get dressed up like this. "I'm also just trying to be a good example for Blake, showing her how important it is to put your best foot forward. As my mother always says, if you dress pretty, you will feel pretty." Lizbeth's mother had said that to her on more than once occasion, it was mostly used because her mother always wanted her to be girlier after she had grown up with a parent that thought a woman wasn't dressed unless she had her face on.
"That is commendable Liz." She gave the twenty one year old girl a smile that touched her eyes, her gaze slowly shifting over to the teen girl next to her. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you sweetie?"
"Twenty." Blake quickly replied without considering his answer. He wasn't old enough to drink yet, but he already knew with his height and baby face it was going to be a hassle to buy alcohol with what he already had to put up with.
"Oh, twenty are you?" Heather asked, her voice full of myrth.
Lizbeth's eyes went wide, as she shook her head. "Blake, honey she was asking how old you are, not me." Lizbeth said, giving the feminized man a hard look before softening her expression when looking at the older woman. "She is sixteen."
Those were the first words David heard when he stepped into the house and saw the two people his mother was talking to. He had expected to see Liz here, he didn't expect her to look so pretty and he really hadn't expected to see a beautiful girl one year his junior standing next to her. Looking at her, he watched her left eyebrow quirk up slightly and felt the world slow down as he looked into her soft brown eyes. She had a slight smile on her pink creamy lips that let him see just a hint of her teeth. He felt his mouth go dry as a bright smile came to his own face. "Hiiiii." He said drawing out the word as he put down the suitcases.
The teenager's gaze felt like a weight on Blake. 'This is it! He knows I'm not a girl!' Blake thought. His emotions were unsure of how much of a good thing that was compared to the bad. He held his breath waiting for the teen boy in front of him to point out to everyone that a man was wearing a dress, but instead he only got a goofy grin on his face and said hi.
Seeing the expression on her son's face, Heather glanced over to Blake. Seeing her eyes look to David and then to the ground and then back up to him with a small blush to her cheeks made her heart sing with how adorable their interaction was. "David, this is Blake." She motioned from her son to the teen girl. "Blake, this is my son David, he is about your age. Why don't the two of you talk while Liz and I talk in the kitchen. Oh and David." Heather paused, waiting a heart beat and then two for her son to look her way, but when his gaze failed to move she shook her head slightly, smiling and continued. "Shut the door dear." With that she gave a cheshire grin to Liz and motioned her head to the other room, when she started to walk the younger girl followed.