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But this was real dressing. This is what women really looked like. WOW!!
"Thank you, Sarah." I breathed.
She grinned again, obviously proud of her creation and told me to follow her. When we got downstairs, she handed me one of her handbags, telling me that it was now mine and was full of all the things a girl needs -- hairbrush, make up, a purse etc. etc.
I was a little puzzled as to why I needed a handbag but I let it go. Sarah told me to make her a cup of coffee and join her in the conservatory. I was a little worried about being seen through the glass but I was on such a high at how I looked that it didn't really matter that much. I made two coffees and went to sit with my wife.
We chatted for a while and it was heaven. It was like two girls getting together as friends and I loved it. It all felt so natural to me, the long hair, although I knew it was a wig, lay so comfortably against my cheek. There was a moment when my wife smiled beautifully at me and commented at how I was delicately brushing my 'hair' behind my ears with my fingertips. This was, according to Sarah, so very girly. The clothes felt so soft and pleasant, like I was born to wear such items. Yes. It was pure heaven. But then it was time to get down to business. Sarah held up a piece of paper.
"Look. You have been pretty much forced into all of this, although I have to say you didn't have to be forced too hard." Sarah chuckled. "I don't want you to go down this road if you don't really, really want to. I am giving you a way out now. Tell me you want it to stop and it will. There will be no more dressing up. There will be no more Joe. All you have to do is say the word and it will end right here and right now. But know this: when I say no more dressing up I mean no more dressing up. No more doing it behind my back. No more women's clothing at all. It stops NOW!"
I swallowed hard. What a choice to be presented with. Firstly, I didn't know just how far Sarah would be willing to take this. Was last night with Joe typical or was it just the tip of an increasingly depraved iceberg? And could I really exist without Laura? Could I get by in a life where I did not have my necessary 'feminine' escape? If you are a TV or a CD or whatever label you want to put on yourself, you would understand the monumental importance of this choice. I loved being Laura, if only for a few short hours each week. It made me whole. It made me who I am; Laura is the most important part of me. Besides, what had happened with Joe last night had, in many ways, been very pleasurable. Also, sitting there in the conservatory with Sarah, two girls hanging together, chatting, laughing, was the most fun I could ever remember having. Sarah being involved in the whole dressing thing was an element that I loved.
Whilst thinking all of this, my wife waited patiently for me to speak. "Well? What's it to be, Laura?"
Oh, she knew what she was doing. Using my female name like that. She knew all right.
"I want to go on being Laura. I want to do this with you." I stammered my response, heart beating and hands shaking. Sarah simply smiled.
"OK. But you had better know this. This is your only chance to back out. If you don't take it now, there won't be another chance." She brandished the piece of paper. "I have written some rules here. You must follow them at all times. If you don't follow these rules then all those pictures will be sent to everyone you know, including your parents."
With that she handed me the piece of paper. With shaking hands I unfolded it and read what was written there --
1. DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD
That was it. There was nothing else written there. Could I really put myself under such a regime as 'DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD'? It was so open, so wide-ranging. It scared the living daylights out of me. Yet I nodded my head in agreement. To this day, I still don't know why.
"Say it." Sarah commanded. "Will you follow the rule?"
"Yes." My reply came after a moment's pause, my voice trembling.
Sarah clapped her hands and grinned.