If it Wasn't for that Flat Tire


Chapter 1.	Walking in a Winter Wonderland


When I think back, it is hard to believe that just two years ago I had
never worn a dress. Now, I can't imagine wearing anything but... It all
started with car trouble. I was driving along a country lane, late one
evening, in a snow storm, when one of my tires went flat. The car immediately
veered into the ditch. I was stuck! I knew that no one else would be stupid
enough to venture out into this weather, so I wasn't going to be able to
get any help. Now what was I going to do? I was in an area I didn't know
on a deserted country lane, in what was fast becoming a blizzard! Well,
I knew I couldn't stay in the car, or someone was going to find a popsicle
when they found me. So, I got out and started walking. All I had on was
a pair of cotton pants, a polo shirt and a wool jacket (I know, I should
have known better and dressed for the weather), so I quickly became very
cold and very, very wet. After trudging through the growing drifts for
about half an hour, I finally came to a driveway. There wasn't any sign
or mailbox and I couldn't see a house, but by this time I was desperate.
So, I took a chance that someone lived somewhere down the drive. I had
know idea how that decision would change my life... After another half
hour of walking, I saw a faint light in the distance. None too soon, I
might add. I was about to collapse with cold and exhaustion. Seeing the
light gave me enough courage to fight my way through the storm, to the
house, that was slowly emerging between the flakes.


Chapter 2.	Any Port In a Storm


The house seemed rather plain, a simple two-story stone house, with a porch
and a chimney. I walked up to the door and knocked. My hands were so cold
that even that effort hurt immensely. At first no one came, so I had to
knock again, this time harder and more painfully. Then, to my relief, the
door opened. Standing before me was a tall (at least to me) woman with
long black hair, a stern face and an athletic build. She was wearing an
emerald, cashmere sweater with a matching knee length skirt. She took one
look at me and told me to get inside before I died of frost bite. I had
no intention of arguing with her, so I stepped into the foyer, after shaking
the worst of the snow off. After introducing myself, I quickly explained
what had happened and asked if I could use her phone to call a tow truck.
I guess I should have realized something weird was going on when she told
me she didn't have a phone. I think my brain was half frozen (who in this
day and age doesn't have a phone?). "You will have to ride the storm out
here, I'm afraid" she said. "When the storms over, I will get the tractor
and pull your car out of the ditch for you. For now, we have to get you
out of those wet things before you catch pneumonia. You can use the bedroom
on the right at the top of the stairs. I will try and find some clothes
that will fit you." I thanked her and went upstairs. The room she had offered
me was decorated all in pink. There was lace everywhere, but... beggars
can't be choosers, so I got undressed. My clothes were so wet, that I had
to peel them off. The zipper on my pants was frozen. It broke when I tried
to open it. At this point I didn't care, I figured I would worry about
that later, once I had warmed up and my clothes had had a chance to dry.
As it turned out, I never did have to worry about that zipper, because
I never saw those pants again.


Chapter 3.	Talk About Service


Suddenly the door opened and Veronica (that is her name) walked in. I was
stark naked, and more than a little embarrassed but she seemed to take
no notice. She took my hand, led me to the bathroom and started running
a bath for me. She added bubble bath, which I thought was a bit wierd,
but when in Rome! The bath felt marvelous. I started to feel warmer almost
immediately. In fact, when she started washing my back, I started to get
downright hot! She proceeded to wash my whole body, including my genitals,
which drove me crazy, but she didn't seem the least bit fazed. Once I was
clean, she held out a towel for me and dried me off. She then got out a
powder puff, which she used liberally. I was speechless. Veronica said
very little, while all this was going on, so I just let her do her thing.
She provided me with a toothbrush and a silver hair brush, the kind you
see in antique shows and mansions. "Finish your toiletry while I get your
clothes" were her only words as she left the bathroom. So I brushed my
teeth and hair and then wandered back to my room.


Chapter 4.	I Wonder Why the House Is So Cold?


What I found when I got there, confused me, horrified me and excited me,
all at the same time. Veronica was no where to be seen, but the clothes
I was to wear were. On the four-poster bed, laid out in the order I was
to put them on, was a pair of pink frilly panties, a pink angora sweater
and a matching skirt. A pair of pink slippers waited on the floor. I didn't
know what to do! I called for Veronica but got no answer. I was starting
to get quite cold. I guess the bath hadn't gotten all the chill out of
me. I was torn. On one hand I needed to get dressed, but as a girl? When
I look back on it now, I realize that it was the guilt I felt over being
excited which caused me the most problems. I finally relented and put the
clothes on. I felt very strange, but not the way I thought I would. A pervasive
calm came over me that I didn't understand. Pushing my feet into the slippers,
I headed down stairs to see what had happened to Veronica. I found her
sitting in the living room, in front of the fire. When I entered, she stood
up immediately and came over to me. She straightened the skirt, adjusted
the sweater slightly and then said, "That looks better, it fits you perfectly".
When I complained, she told me it was all she had, and besides their warmth
would help me recover faster. I wasn't in a position to argue, so I sat
down in front of the fire with her. She poured me some tea and we talked
for a bit. I realized later, that the conversation had been very one sided.
I talked about myself and she asked questions, but all queries I made were
deflected. I still knew nothing about my benefactor. Then she suggested
we go to bed. I really was quite tired, so I agreed. When I returned to
my room, after my toiletries, I found a nightgown laid out on the bed.
By this time I didn't even question it. After undressing, I slipped it
over my head and let it cascade down my body. The satin felt wonderfully
cool against my skin. As I was crawling into the bed, Veronica sneaked
in to see how I was doing. She tucked me in, kissed my forehead and wished
me a good night. Before leaving she released the ties on the bed curtains.
I was now surrounded by lace. She turned off the light and closed the door.
I felt so safe and secure, that my head barely hit the pillow before I
was asleep. It was the soundest sleep I had had in years!


Chapter 5.	Eat Your Breakfast and Then You Can Play


I awoke to the sound of Veronica entering my room with a breakfast tray.
She parted the curtains, and handed me a bed jacket of sheer chiffon with
small rosettes on the shoulders and at the hem line. I had never felt anything
so diaphanous. My breakfast consisted of orange juice some grapefruit and
strawberries. It was delicious but left me quite hungry. Hunger, it turned
out, was to be my constant friend for the next six months. After breakfast,
I took a good look around the room. For the first time I noticed that there
were no windows. Most unusual for a bedroom! There was a set of double
doors to the left of the bed (this was quite a large bedroom). On opening
them I discovered a circular room with two more doors and a raft of built
in armoires. The other doors opened to reveal an enormous walk in closet
filled with beautiful dresses and gowns. I had never seen so much clothing
in one place, except of, course, in a mall. I heard Veronica call for me
from my room, so I started back. Before I got half way across the circular
room, Veronica entered. "I see you found your dressing room" she said as
she closed the doors behind her. "Lets get you dressed." I asked about
my clothes, but I already suspected what the answer was to be. She had
no intention of letting me wear men's clothing ever again. She directed
me to undress, which I did without question. The look in her eyes told me
that resistance was futile. Besides, I was starting to enjoy myself. I
still didn't realize what her plans were. I thought this would all end
when the storm abated. Boy, was I wrong! Once I had hung up my night clothes,
she sat me down and applied some make-up. She started with some base to
cover my obviously male skin and followed that with mascara and eye-liner.
She then pointed me to the correct drawers to get the necessary undergarments.
First came another set of pink panties. The feel of the lace on my legs
was riveting. Next came a chemise of soft cotton, followed by a corset.
I had never touched a corset before, let alone worn one. I had no idea
what to do with it. Veronica was very patient with me as I struggled into
the garment. It was quite long, extending from my armpits to below my crotch.
Once I had the busk completely fastened, she started tightening the laces.
I thought I was going to die from asphyxiation by the time she was satisfied.
She followed this with a corset cover and three full petticoats. At this
point she made me sit down while she selected footwear. Her choice was
a pair of high heeled boots that required a button hook to close. Then
came the gown. The bodice was pale peach silk with embroidery cascading
from each shoulder to the middle waist. The skirt was a very stiff silk
and very full. The matching bonnet extended well beyond my face and covered
my ears, once it was tied in place. The interior was lined with lace which
spilled out in the front, framing my face. The effect was to completely
enclose my head and make it impossible to see anywhere but directly in
front of me. With my ears covered, all sounds became muted. The matching
kid gloves buttoned at the wrist. Lastly, she defined my lips with a lip
pencil and topped it off with some lip gloss. Veronica stepped back to
admire her handy work. Apparently she was satisfied. She turned me around
to the full length mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. What I saw was a
beautiful lady, not a man in drag. I had often dreamed of wearing women's
clothes but never thought I could pull it off. Now I knew I could. Of course,
I couldn't go out in public dressed in a ball gown, but I could see the
possibilities.


Chapter 6.	The End of One Life, The Birth of Another


Veronica had other ideas. As we walked back to my room, she told me that
I was never to leave my room without being "properly" dressed. By this
she meant in a corset and gown. I told her that I appreciated what she
had done for me, but that as soon as we got my car repaired, I had to leave.
It was then that I learned what my fate was to be. She told me that she
had retrieved my car the previous night and disposed of it. That I wouldn't
be leaving, and that I was to obey her every command or be punished. I
tried to argue with her, but for my troubles, I was given an example of
what "punished" meant. She retrieved a muff that tied around the waist.
Once fastened, I was ordered to put my hands in it. She tied the draw strings
at each end of the muff, making it impossible for me to remove my hands.
Next she buttoned a piece of silk which matched the dress to the front
of the bonnet. Now I couldn't see. I was led to a corner of my room and
told not to move until she returned. Since I couldn't see, and my hearing
was severely impaired, I had no idea when she was in the room or not. So
I didn't move. What seemed like hours later, she returned. "Since this
was the first time, I have been lenient, only two hours. If there is a
next time, it will be 24 hours and it will double every time after that.
Do you understand?" she asked. I nodded, but she insisted I say "Yes Ma'am".
So I did. This has been my life for the last two years. I don't get punished
very often. I don't like it so I try to be good. I have lost 30 pounds
and my body has conformed to the corsets quite nicely. The hormone pills
have provided me with a more feminine shape and demeanor. In fact, I love
wearing all these gorgeous gowns. So, I have no intention of ever going
back to my old life. I sure am glad I had that flat tire.

The End.
