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Garage sale
By DLB
9-6-96
"How much does this cost?" I asked.
"$20!"
I stood there thinking. She looked at me, trying to decide if I
would really buy.
"I don't know. What if it is not the right size?"
"If you take it now and it's not the right size, bring it back
today and I'll return your money."
"I'm not sure she's coming home before about seven this evening.
Let me just look around. Maybe I'll get the courage to decide."
She left me alone to take care of other potential customers.
I walked up and down the row of clothing. I told her that it was
for my girlfriend. She didn't normally wear suites but needed one
for a special occasion. I was taking a chance trying to save
money.
The owner of the house, and manager of the garage sale seemed to
accept the story or else, not care. It was slow most of the time
and I was left alone. Occasionally people came by, looked, then
disappeared. I stood there more then my fare share of time.
Finally, Jill came back to me and asked if I had made up my mind.
"No, just can't make up my mind."
"Look, nothing personal, but would you like to try it on?"
"What do you mean?"
"The suit looks about the right size for you. If your girl is
that same size, or, if you just want to try it on for yourself,
that's OK."
I started to object. My heart was pumping as I felt she
understood my secret. I never accumulated much clothing. Most
of what I have is from rare occasions at discount stores. I
never bought anything of the size that would hint that it was for
me. She didn't seem all that concerned that it might be.
"Look if you like the suit, you might as well try it on. If you
keep hesitating it'll be gone before you get a chance to come
back. Then you'll just regret that you couldn't make up your
mind."
She was right of course. It was just very hard for me to admit
it, in front of strangers, or anybody else for that matter.
She handed me the hanger with the suit on it. "Look, take this
into the house. On the right as you enter is a bathroom with a
mirror. Try it on, look at it or just come right out. Whatever
you want. Nobody will see you."
I didn't say much. Just took the hanger from her and walked into
the house, then turned into the bathroom. She was already busy
taking care of someone else.
I stood in front of the mirror trying to get up enough courage to
try it on. I was nervous. It bothered me to think that she
"made" me so quickly. The more I thought of putting on the suit,
the more nervous I became. Holding the suit between the mirror
and myself I imagined how it would look on me.
In desperation I stripped to my underwear. I still did not have
the courage to put the suit on. I was in a strangers house and
this made me all the more uncomfortable. I knew she would be
asking about me shortly. It was now or never.
The blouse slid gently over my head and down my sides. It fit.
I stepped one foot at a time into the skirt before pulling it up.
The waist was a little tight as the sides flared out around my
hips. The jacket fit tightly as it hugged my waist then flared
out below.
Although I still looked like a guy, the suit fit well. I wonder
who's clothing this was?
I walked back and forth looking at myself as best I could. Wish
I was in the living room with a bigger mirror and heels to wear.
I must have been in the bathroom a long time. Suddenly there was
a knock on the door.
"You OK?"
"Yes."
"I hope you are not getting the clothing dirty?"
"No, just trying to make up my mind."
There was silence for a short time then Jill said, "I don't mean
to push you, but maybe if I came in I could help."
"Huh...."
"Look, I'm not passing judgement. But I do this all the time.
Maybe all you need is a slight adjustment."
"Huh...."
"There is nobody else here now. I have the time to help. What
do you say?"
I would never see her again after today. So what if I admitted
to like wearing women's clothes. What is the worst she could do?
I unlocked the door and opened it a crack. "You won't laugh?"
"Absolutely not."
She came in. She looked at me as I stood in front of her with my
bare legs jutting out from under the skirt.
"What do you think?"
"It is definitely the correct size. It looks a little awkward
because of the way you are standing and the lack of figure you
have. Suppose I give you a pair of shoes and fill in the chest
pockets?"
"I guess so."
She left the room and shortly returned with a pair of 3" heels.
I put them on after which she packed toilet tissue into the
blouse breast pockets. She then stood back and looked at me.
"That looks a lot better. Actually you could make a fairly
convincing woman with a little work."
"Look I don't want you to think I do this all the time. It's,
just that sometimes I get this urge..."
"I am not passing judgement. I'm just giving you my opinion. If
you are still unsure, we could use some other clothing to get a
more realistic picture."
"Maybe I should just forget this."
"Why? Your embarrassed in front of me? This is your chance.
Most probably you'll never see me again. This is the perfect
situation to go for it. I'm not judging your life style. Live
any way you want. I have my own fetishes. When you leave, the
best I will remember is that I sold my clothing."
With a heavy sigh I said, "OK let's go for it."
I waited till she returned with more clothing. The bathroom was
too crowded.
"It's too crowded in here. Let's go upstairs. Don't worry,
there is no one else at home now."
Dressed in the suit with 3" heels, I followed her out of the
bathroom and up the stairs. My clothes remained in the bathroom.
There was no one else in the house. Talking small steps, I
followed her down the hallway, to the foot of the stairs.
As she started climbing the stairs, I hesitated. She looked back
and saw me taking off the shoes. "Don't do that, you can do it,
come on." I put the shoes back on and while holding on to the
railing took each step up, slowly. "See, I told you, you could
do it."
I smiled weakly as she led me into a bedroom at the top of the
stairs, and to the right. It obviously had not been used in a
long time.
"This was my aunt's bedroom. She died about a year ago. It is
her clothes we are selling."
I felt a little awkward wearing a dead women's clothes. Then
again, she would not be needing them.
"What happened to her?"
"Died of breast cancer that spread throughout her body. It was a
good thing she died. She was suffering terribly. At least she
has peace now. It took me a long time to agree to sell her
things. But life continues."
She was so right.
Jill gave me a variety of underwear to put on. She turned her
back to me as I undressed. Standing in my underwear I couldn't
decide how to proceed with her there.
"Is there a problem?"
"Don't know. I don't feel right undressing in front of you."
"I promise I wont look. Besides, you'll need me to help you.
Don't worry so much, everything will be fine."
I slowly took my underpants off. Without waiting, I put on the
panties she gave me. They were more then just panties. They were
tight in the waist and padded in the rear and hips. Under these
conditions, there was no chance of an erection.
"I got the panties on."
Jill turned around and looked at me. "OK, what about the
undershirt?"
I took the undershirt off as Jill took a bra from the bed.
Without allowing me a chance to react, she slipped my arms
through the straps and closed the clasp in back. From the closet
she brought out a package and took out two realistic looking
breasts.
"These belonged to Auntie. They should fit you," she said as she
slide the prosthetics into the bra cups.
I could feel the weight of the forms hang on my chest. Before I
realized it she was motioning me to slip my arms through the slip
straps. Soon the slip flowed down my body.
In the mirror I could see my body taking on the female shape.
It was awkward sitting on the edge of the bed rolling pantyhose
up my legs as my "breasts" jiggled in front of me.
Soon I was standing in front of the mirror wearing the suit.
Before I knew it she was bending down to slip my feet into the 3"
heels as I continued looking at myself in the mirror. Unlike
before, the skirt fit loosely around my waist. My broad hips now
held the skirt up.
"Auntie Jan was very vain. She lost a lot of weight. But when
she went out she insisted on looking her best. Towards the end
she began buying padded underwear to fill in the places where she
lost weight. Since her breasts were removed, she used
prosthetics."
There was a noise from downstairs. " Wait for me," she said as
she left the room to go downstairs."
I heard some talking. It sounded as though there were a few
people. Finally I heard her coming up the stairs.
"Just my husband and our friends from next door. Nothing to get
upset about. I told them about you. They only asked if you were
going to buy, in the end. I hope so. Well, lets take a look at
you."
She walked me up to the mirror as we stood side by side, I a
little taller then her. What we saw were two women standing side
by side. Up to the neck, that is.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think it looks very good."
"You know, you really do look good. You're really in luck. Your
the same size as my auntie. Her shoes even fit you. With a
little work you could really pass as a woman. Tell you what I'll
do. Suppose you help with the sale. Afterwards you can take all
my aunties clothes that are left over for $100! That includes
her shoes, underwear, everything. It's a bargain you'll never
see again."
"What will I do with all of it?"
"What you don't want, give to charity. It is your business, just
so long as you take it out of here."
At that moment there were footsteps coming down the hall and a
head popped into the room.
"Jill,, Oh, hello there. Hey, you're looking real good. That
outfit really fits you. We'll be glad to get rid of it. Jill,
look we don't want to hang around while your having this sale.
Suppose we come back later? OK with you?"
"Sure, I think I just got somebody to help me with the rest of
the day. Yes?"
"Yes," I said, as I looked back at her.
"OK, see you guys later."
With that, the footsteps went down and out of the house.
I started to undress to get into my guy clothes when Jill stopped
me.
"I want you to help me, but dressed as you are."
"Your kidding, aren't you? I thought you wouldn't make fun of
me?"
"I have no intention of making fun of you. I want you to let me
fix you up, all the way. If at that time you think someone will
make you out as a guy, then dress as one and help me. Otherwise
stay dressed in my aunty's suit till the end of the sale. Take
all the things and leave."
"Look, from the neck down I may look OK but from the neck up I
look like a guy."
"Just agree, and I will take care of everything. OK?"
"OK."
Jill was calm and never pushed me. We crossed the hall into her
bedroom. I sat at her vanity as she applied foundation make-up
and everything else. Soon I looked "butch". Next she opened the
closet and pulled out a wig.
"This also belonged to auntie. With all that therapy she also
lost her hair."
Jill fitted the wig on me. With pins she secured it to my own
hair.
I stood up and walked in front of the mirror. This woman whom I
just met, made me into a woman. There were very little traces of
my man self. Shaved legs, nail polish and a few more touches here
and there would have made me perfect. Then again, I was super
critical. No one had ever seen me dressed up before.
"You really think I can pass?"
"Most assuredly. Come, we've spent enough time playing around.
God know how many customers came by and walked away because no
one was there."
Soon we were headed downstairs. I felt the restrictions of the
clothing as I moved towards the edge of the stairs. Looking down
the stairs, I felt as though standing on stilts. Everything was
so much different then walking around in my own apartment dressed
in the few women's clothes I had.
Jill saw me hesitate as I stood wondering how to negotiate the
stairs. "One foot at a time, honey. Step sideways so the dress
doesn't restrict your movements.
With one hand on the rail I took a step. The heels wobbled as I
looked for a secure footing. My "breasts" bulged in front of me
as I looked down. Sudden movements caused them to jiggle on each
step. Jill gave me her hand to help steady me. I felt
vulnerable negotiating the stairs. It added to my "feminine"
feelings of the moment.
At the bottom opposite the stairs was a mirror. I could see as
my legs came into view. It was obvious that a nice piece was
coming into view. Shortly the tip of the skirt appeared. I
could tell she was walking downstairs sideways. The skirt was
too tight to walk straight down. When the hips came into view, I
know this was a girl I wanted to meet.
My eyes fixed on the bouncing breasts in the white blouse that
peeped from in between the folds of the jacket. I was getting
hot looking at this creature coming into view.
The ruby red lips made me think that she wanted it more then
anything. The cascading hair that touched her shoulders said
purity. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped and looked at
herself. Her hands pulled down on the jacket as they slid down
her curvey sides to straighten out the skirt. Vulnerability and
femininity were the same. I was feeling both.
My body tingled as I watched this display of womanhood. But,
when she opened her mouth to speak, it was me speaking. When she
placed her hand on her chest in mock surprise, it was me moving.
When she came closer to the mirror for a better look, it was me.
Yes, I looked like the girl of my dreams.
"Any questions?"
"Not so far."
"Jill.." It was her husband again. "Forgot my keys. Hey.. You
look real good. My wife really has the touch, don't you think?"
"I guess so." I was not sure how to react. I began to stammer.
"Don't worry. I not criticizing you. I really mean it. You really
look great. I don't know what you looked like before. But you
should stay the way you are. Us guys need something good to look
at. And you ARE good looking."
I think I stammered something like "thank you."
"No compliments, just the truth. Maybe you'll stay and we'll talk
later?"
"Maybe."
"Gotta run now. See you later."
"That is your husband, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"And this doesn't bother him?"
"Nope. It is one of the things that make it easy to live with
him. He just accepts things as they are."
"I should only find somebody like that."
"You will. You just need patience."
"So now what?"
The cool air hit my legs as Jill opened the door. Jill led me
outside. It was slightly cool as we walked out of the house. I
felt it on my exposed legs.
Jill surveyed the situation, we were alone. She motioned me to
walk over to where the chairs were and sit down. Looking at me
sit she began correcting my position and posture.
"Don't forget to tuck your legs off to the side when sitting in a
tight skirt."
Occasionally Jill mentioned other helpful hints to compliment my
feminine image. With skirts and heels it was easier to place my
legs to the side of the chair. Her helpfulness extending into
conversation about what to wear under what conditions, color
combinations etc.
Aside from the occasional comment Jill was interested only in the
garage sale. She showed no interest in me or my life style. The
fact that I was a man dressed as a woman helping with her sale
made no difference. She was on a mission to sell. I was to see
that no one took anything without paying. On the back of each
piece was a code that indicated the bottom price she would
accept. I could negotiate down to that price.
By all appearances, we were two girls talking. Even Jill seemed
to forget after a while that I was a man. Her conversation
drifted into what the right things were to wear and what stores
had the best sales. She asked my opinion on different color
combinations and the line of clothing hanging on the rack.
I asked several questions about her aunt. She was only 37 when
she died. She never married. At one time she was an executive
with a large firm. She made good money and spent it on herself
lavishly. That explained the large and expensive assortment of
clothing.
Jill never asked my name. At one point she asked if I minded
being called Sue. I didn't object.
People came and went. Sometimes they got out of the car to take a
closer look. Other times they drove on. I felt that all eyes
were on me.
At one point there were so many people, there wasn't time to
think about my special situation. Jill was too busy helping
others, new arrivees approached me. I did my best to sell what I
could. I could tell Jill was watching as I helped to sell
clothes from the line I would inherit if no one else bought them.
While Jill was casually dressed in skirt and low heels, I
looked overdressed for the event. My excuse was that I was a
friend visiting, roped into helping her. Everyone accepted the
explanation.
As the afternoon wore on I became more at ease with my new self.
I found new ways of moving to fit the restrictions of clothing
and heels. My "breasts" kept nagging me. They were always in
front of me. Every time I looked down their evidence protruded.
Every time I moved too fast, they jiggled. Every time a man came
near me, he looked at them first.
Being busy was the best therapy. There was no time to feel
insecure, things had to be done. There was no corner to crawl
into. There was no where to hide. There was nothing I could do
but be the woman I was supposed to be.
Very few people were interested in the clothes. Maybe it was my
luck.
Walking back and forth from the driveway in and out of the garage
was wearing on me. My feet were killing me and my back began to
feel sore from the weights on my chest. A few times I almost
lost my balance because I was not paying enough attention to my
footing.
Everything I was going through was restrictive. I moved to
accommodate the restrictions. Men that came by showed
appreciation for the way I moved. My chest made first contact
with their eyes. Soon, I accepted their attention as natural.
The repercussions of what I was doing never entered my mind. I
was too busy with other things.
At 5:00 O'clock the sale was over and we started wrapping up.
Jill let me pack the clothes I was taking.
It required that I walk back and forth from the driveway into the
garage taking clothes off the racks and putting them into boxes.
Carrying loads up against my chest was another new experience.
The restrictive clothing coupled with balancing the weight I
carried added a new element to vulnerability. My breasts had to
be adjusted each time I took a new load. My hair was constantly
blowing into my eyes. The skirt forced me to keep my legs
together, creating balance problems when bending over, sitting or
stepping up or downs stairs.
Each new trip in and out was less trouble. On each trip I began
to adjust my movements to make things easier.
When I began wearing heels, I instinctively used a hunched
position to help me balance. Over time I began straightening up
as I became more secure. Each step was easier to negotiate if I
allowed my ass to protrude out. This resulted in swinging my
hips more. At least that is the way it felt.
I found that it was easy to walk if I stopped resisting a natural
position my body assumed when wearing the heels. By the time I
finished carrying all the clothes inside, I was feeling at ease
in my new encasement. Strangely enough, the heels were not
bothering me any more. Jill's aunt must have stretched the shoes
out already.
It took almost an hour to clear out the garage sale. "My"
clothes were packed in boxes, and I was ready to go. I was about
ready to walk upstairs to dress in my male clothing when Jill
asked if I would like something to drink. "That would be nice," I
said.
As we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee she pulled out my wallet
and keys and gave them to me. "Don't worry, I didn't take
anything out of it. Just didn't want you to forget it here. Put
your clothes in one of the boxes so you wouldn't miss them."
Now it occurred to me that I saw them but was so busy packing
that I just shoved them inside with the other clothing.
"Don't you remember which box they were in?"
Shaking my head I said, "no."
"Well, there are too many boxes and it is too late for you to
start opening each one to find them. You'll find them when you
get home." She looked intently at me to get my reaction. "Your
not afraid somebody will make you, are you?"
"I guess not."
She handed me a pocketbook for my wallet and keys, then said,
"You owe me $100."
I took $100 out of my wallet and paid her.
We talked some more then went into the garage to move my boxes
to the car.
"Why not back the car up to the garage so we can just lift the
boxes in?"
I stood there pondering what this would entail. Up till now I
was in a different world totally separated from reality. Getting
into my car was like making a connection with reality.
"Some problem?"
"No. I don't think so. It is just that ...."
"Look don't worry. You've been fully accepted. Driving the car
backwards is nothing after what you have been through today. Go
ahead, I'm waiting."
I looked at her, took my pocketbook and walked down the driveway
to my car. Standing in front of the door trying to position the
key in the lock I felt vulnerable. I began teetering on my heels
as I got nervous. Finally the key went in and the door opened.
Realizing I couldn't extend my right leg into the car as I did
with pants on, I turned my back to the car and sat ass first into
the seat. Then I swiveled my legs in.
It was hard finding the gas pedal. The heels required that I
extend the tips of my toes all the way before engaging the gas
pedal. It was easier with the brake. There was no floor next to
the brake for the heel of my shoe to touch.
As I swung my head from side to side looking at the road I could
feel the long hair flapping from side to side. It required that I
brush the hair aside so I could see clearly.
I began backing into the driveway. It required that I shift my
body so I could look backwards. My body was halted as my
"breasts" made contact with the seat.
The restrictions of my new appearance were becoming more and more
obvious. I needed to think before I made every move. I was more
aware of my movements because of this.
With the car near the garage I turned off the motor and got out
to open the trunk and help move the boxes from the garage. There
were about 10 boxes. Some Jill had filled with items from
upstairs that were never for sale. Since I was going to give
them a good home she gave them all to me.
I was about to get into the car when another car pulled into the
driveway. The driver got out and yelled, "what, over so soon?
Hope you weren't going to leave without saying good-bye?"
"Well, now that you are here I can say good-bye."
"Jill, you never introduced us."
"Tom, meet Sue."
"How you do Sue?"
"OK."
"Jill, guess who I met?"
"I don't like guessing!"
"Ok, OK, I met Herby."
"Which Herby?"
"Is there more then one?"
"I guess not. So what happened?"
"He's passing through and wanted to drop by, so I said OK."
"Your kidding?"
"Nope, absolutely serious."
"You know I hate that guy."
"Yeh, but what could I say, you hate him?"
"You should've."
"You know I can't do that."
"OK so what do I have to do now?"
"He should be over in about half an hour. We can have dinner,
talk some, then send him home."
"I don't want to cook for him. Did you forget all the bad things
he did?"
"Well he's coming over what do you want to do?"
"How about going out? At least I wont have to cook. Maybe with
enough noise in the place I wont have to listen to him."
"Well, OK. But three of us going out is sort of awkward."
Jill thought about that then looked at me.
** END CHAPTER ONE