Gemma
06-24-2005, 11:14 AM
Click here for Episode 2
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10292
George awoke around 10.30 a.m. the day after Margaret Thatcher became Britain's first elected woman Prime Minister, he was now working at a paper factory doing shift work, George had been there just over two months and really enjoyed it, especially 2-10, he was alone in the house as everyone was at work or school, after he had freshend up and had a cup of tea, he checked the back door was locked and front was on the latch and headed for his parent's room, as he had done over the last couple of year's whenever he had the oppotunity.
George was standing once again in front of his Mum's full length mirror, he so loved that mirror, he had on a white bra and panties, his Mum only brought white underwear, black tight's and high heels, turning and twisting, as he always did, he never ever got bored with this, George had also devolped an art of make-up, face powder, blue eye-shadow, his favourite and red lipstick, he was'nt an expert, but he loved applying it, his Mum even had a curly wig, though he had never seen her wear it or maybe he just did'nt notice, but now it adorned his head, George had filled out a bit and his Mother's clothes and underwear fitted perfectly, "Time for a dress" he said to Dusty, the Brooks cat who was sitting on the bed watching, George giggled to himself and said, "Well, I don't think your gonna say anything" to the cat, who just sat there and yawned. He went to the wardrobe to choose a dress to wear, when he heard the front door being opened and the voices of his Dad and brother Trevor, "Put the kettle on Trev, I need the toilet" came his Dad's voice, George froze "Oh my God" he said under his breath, "Shit, what am I gonna do", he did'nt have time to make it to his room, as he heard his Dad make his way up the stairs, George was in a panic, he just did'nt know what to do, without any thought he headed into his parent's wardrobe, It was a very large wardrobe, but the floor was covered with shoes of his Mum's and Dad's, George closed the door and sat on the shoes, panic still rising and horrible thought's rushing in and out of his mind, "What if Dad comes in here, what if he see's me, what will he say, what if they laugh", George was frightened as he held the wig in his hands and tears started to well in his eye's. George suddenly remembered his Dad and brother had just started a job up the road and they had come home for dinner, "Why had'nt I put the door on the latch" thought George, still trying to hold back the tears.
George was very uncomfortable sitting on the shoe's in the wardrobe, he was numb and very hot, but he was very afraid to move in case he made a noise, It seemed he was in there forever, when he heard his Dad and brother leave, George clambered out of the confined space and noticed the clock on the bedside table, just gone one, "Damn, I've got to leave for work in twenty minutes" George said to himself, but a big sigh of relief came over him for not getting caught, but he was shaking inside, George quickly undressed and dressed in his boy clothes, tidied up, washed half a dozen times, got his work gear together and left for work, as he walked round to his lift he vowed he would never wear women's clothes again and he did'nt until a few years later in 1982, when his sister moved back home with his two year old nephew and six month old niece after her marriage had broken down.
Sharon stayed with the family for a couple years until she got her own two bedroom flat, she often went back to London for holidays, she had made many friends there and still got on well with her in-laws, Sharon had asked George if he could look after her flat while she was away, the two had rekindled their chidhood friendship and had once again become the best of pals, George had looked after his sister flat a few times, but he was always was at work, this time he was on holiday himself, he had been there a week and was out with his friends on a Friday night, he had got himself a chinese meal and was flicking through the channels to see what was on tele, he had come across a film about model's who were being murdered, George was more interested in what the models wore than who got bumped of, with the alcohol George had consumed earlier that night and the beer he was drinking now, his mind was working overtime and he headed for his sister's room where he was sleeping, he didn't head for bed but her wardrobe's and chest of drawer's, he opened the drawer's and picked up the underwear that was in them, his sister had some pretty underwear and he chose a matching pink bra and panties, undressed and put them on, they were tiny but he squeezed into them, the bra was tight and pinched, George filled the cups out with cotten wool, he looked at himself in the mirror and he loved the view, the underwear was a perfect colour, it was very frilly and silky, and he could'nt help but touch himself, George then chose a pair of grey tight's, it seemed to him that that was all his sister had, loads of them, he then chose a pretty knee length dress and put it on but it was way to small and would'nt do up, his sister was 7 inches smaller than him, George was 5'6 tall, he tried a few more dresses but none would fit, so he got her skirts and he could'nt get any of them done up either, they were either zipped or buttoned, George was getting frustrated her shoes were way to small too, then George came across his sisters nighties, with a squeeze and a lot of wriggling he managed to get on a long silky pink one, he felt fantastic, he loved the way his small boobs looked and he decided he was going to sleep in the clothes he was wearing, even as he thought, well that's what a nightie is for, sleeping in. George loved the way the nightie felt in bed and could'nt stop turning and twisting, it gave him tingles all over, until finally he dropped off to sleep.
George woke the next morning around 11, it was Saturday, he usually met up with his mates down the pub for a game of darts or pool, today he wanted to stay dressed like this, so when his mate phoned he told him he had a terrible hangover from the night before and will see him Sunday, George stayed dressed all day Saturday into Sunday, he cooked dinner dressed, watched tv dressed, he could'nt stop walking dressed, he loved the feel of the nightie against his legs and belly, from now on he could'nt wait to look after his sister flat, and their holidays would always match.
Next time in Episode four of "Becoimg Gemma"
George and his girlfriend Louise are staying at his sister flat, Louise asks George if he would like to wear her underwear for a laugh, George could'nt resist, but pretended not to be intrested...
Click here for Episode 4,
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10740
Next episode will be a while, as I have work the next few days.
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10292
George awoke around 10.30 a.m. the day after Margaret Thatcher became Britain's first elected woman Prime Minister, he was now working at a paper factory doing shift work, George had been there just over two months and really enjoyed it, especially 2-10, he was alone in the house as everyone was at work or school, after he had freshend up and had a cup of tea, he checked the back door was locked and front was on the latch and headed for his parent's room, as he had done over the last couple of year's whenever he had the oppotunity.
George was standing once again in front of his Mum's full length mirror, he so loved that mirror, he had on a white bra and panties, his Mum only brought white underwear, black tight's and high heels, turning and twisting, as he always did, he never ever got bored with this, George had also devolped an art of make-up, face powder, blue eye-shadow, his favourite and red lipstick, he was'nt an expert, but he loved applying it, his Mum even had a curly wig, though he had never seen her wear it or maybe he just did'nt notice, but now it adorned his head, George had filled out a bit and his Mother's clothes and underwear fitted perfectly, "Time for a dress" he said to Dusty, the Brooks cat who was sitting on the bed watching, George giggled to himself and said, "Well, I don't think your gonna say anything" to the cat, who just sat there and yawned. He went to the wardrobe to choose a dress to wear, when he heard the front door being opened and the voices of his Dad and brother Trevor, "Put the kettle on Trev, I need the toilet" came his Dad's voice, George froze "Oh my God" he said under his breath, "Shit, what am I gonna do", he did'nt have time to make it to his room, as he heard his Dad make his way up the stairs, George was in a panic, he just did'nt know what to do, without any thought he headed into his parent's wardrobe, It was a very large wardrobe, but the floor was covered with shoes of his Mum's and Dad's, George closed the door and sat on the shoes, panic still rising and horrible thought's rushing in and out of his mind, "What if Dad comes in here, what if he see's me, what will he say, what if they laugh", George was frightened as he held the wig in his hands and tears started to well in his eye's. George suddenly remembered his Dad and brother had just started a job up the road and they had come home for dinner, "Why had'nt I put the door on the latch" thought George, still trying to hold back the tears.
George was very uncomfortable sitting on the shoe's in the wardrobe, he was numb and very hot, but he was very afraid to move in case he made a noise, It seemed he was in there forever, when he heard his Dad and brother leave, George clambered out of the confined space and noticed the clock on the bedside table, just gone one, "Damn, I've got to leave for work in twenty minutes" George said to himself, but a big sigh of relief came over him for not getting caught, but he was shaking inside, George quickly undressed and dressed in his boy clothes, tidied up, washed half a dozen times, got his work gear together and left for work, as he walked round to his lift he vowed he would never wear women's clothes again and he did'nt until a few years later in 1982, when his sister moved back home with his two year old nephew and six month old niece after her marriage had broken down.
Sharon stayed with the family for a couple years until she got her own two bedroom flat, she often went back to London for holidays, she had made many friends there and still got on well with her in-laws, Sharon had asked George if he could look after her flat while she was away, the two had rekindled their chidhood friendship and had once again become the best of pals, George had looked after his sister flat a few times, but he was always was at work, this time he was on holiday himself, he had been there a week and was out with his friends on a Friday night, he had got himself a chinese meal and was flicking through the channels to see what was on tele, he had come across a film about model's who were being murdered, George was more interested in what the models wore than who got bumped of, with the alcohol George had consumed earlier that night and the beer he was drinking now, his mind was working overtime and he headed for his sister's room where he was sleeping, he didn't head for bed but her wardrobe's and chest of drawer's, he opened the drawer's and picked up the underwear that was in them, his sister had some pretty underwear and he chose a matching pink bra and panties, undressed and put them on, they were tiny but he squeezed into them, the bra was tight and pinched, George filled the cups out with cotten wool, he looked at himself in the mirror and he loved the view, the underwear was a perfect colour, it was very frilly and silky, and he could'nt help but touch himself, George then chose a pair of grey tight's, it seemed to him that that was all his sister had, loads of them, he then chose a pretty knee length dress and put it on but it was way to small and would'nt do up, his sister was 7 inches smaller than him, George was 5'6 tall, he tried a few more dresses but none would fit, so he got her skirts and he could'nt get any of them done up either, they were either zipped or buttoned, George was getting frustrated her shoes were way to small too, then George came across his sisters nighties, with a squeeze and a lot of wriggling he managed to get on a long silky pink one, he felt fantastic, he loved the way his small boobs looked and he decided he was going to sleep in the clothes he was wearing, even as he thought, well that's what a nightie is for, sleeping in. George loved the way the nightie felt in bed and could'nt stop turning and twisting, it gave him tingles all over, until finally he dropped off to sleep.
George woke the next morning around 11, it was Saturday, he usually met up with his mates down the pub for a game of darts or pool, today he wanted to stay dressed like this, so when his mate phoned he told him he had a terrible hangover from the night before and will see him Sunday, George stayed dressed all day Saturday into Sunday, he cooked dinner dressed, watched tv dressed, he could'nt stop walking dressed, he loved the feel of the nightie against his legs and belly, from now on he could'nt wait to look after his sister flat, and their holidays would always match.
Next time in Episode four of "Becoimg Gemma"
George and his girlfriend Louise are staying at his sister flat, Louise asks George if he would like to wear her underwear for a laugh, George could'nt resist, but pretended not to be intrested...
Click here for Episode 4,
http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10740
Next episode will be a while, as I have work the next few days.