The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 32 Part 1 of 3
“You won’t hurt her, will you?”
“Why Mr. Brinkley, whatever do you
mean?” Janice asked.
“Jennifer,” he explained. “You won’t hurt her, will you?” He had just spent the last few minutes
telling Janice about how Jennifer had hounded him until he finally told her that
he was becoming a woman. The only part
that Janice had really seemed to be concerned over though, was what he had told
Jennifer about why he was doing it… Why he had to become a woman. The fact that he couldn’t tell her anything
at all about that had seemed to ease Janice’s concerns.
“Mr. Brinkley,” Janice said, “as
I’m sure you’re well aware of by now, I’m a very great advocate of women. Miss White seems to be a beautiful young
woman who genuinely cares about you.”
She smiled just a bit. “I
probably shouldn’t mention this, but she still harbors strong affectionate
feelings for you.”
Roger grunted. “She has a funny way of showing it.”
“Perhaps,” Janice replied. “She did tell me though that she had to break
off your relationship… for personal reasons, as she put it. So just as you are unable to tell her the real
reasons behind you becoming a woman, it appears that she is keeping her reasons
for leaving you, to herself as well. I’m
afraid that you’re just going to have to settle yourself with that and take it
as it is.”
“It doesn’t help,” Roger
complained.
“I’m sure it doesn’t. But does it help her, that you can’t fully
explain why you are becoming a woman?”
Roger shook his head. “I guess not.”
Janice nodded. “Good!”
She looked at him standing in front of her. He looked sad and concerned. Defeated.
And he had good reason to be.
“Mr. Brinkley, I’m not foolish enough to think that you can succeed in
this little venture entirely on your own.
You’re going to need help. A lot
of help I’m sure. There are friends at
church that I’m hoping you will take advantage of. I have no doubt that you can learn a lot from
several of them. And if your Miss White
is willing to aid you toward this goal as well, then I have absolutely no
problem with that… just so long as she never finds out the true reason behind
your transformation. I’m afraid that she
came as somewhat of a surprise to me,” Janice admitted. “I never foresaw the interest she seems to be
showing toward this.”
“It’s coming as something of a
worry for me!” Roger interjected.
“Why is that?”
“Because… I was worried about what
you might do to her if she gets too close!”
“Mr. Brinkley, as I said, I’m a
great advocate of women. I would go out
of my way to not involve or hurt another woman in any way at all… unless it was
absolutely necessary.”
That last part worried Roger. He also noted that she had said nothing at all
about men in her statement.
“So you don’t mind that she knows?”
“You becoming Candy, has to get out
to the world sooner or later. It’s
inevitable. And perhaps she can help you
more than you think. I have no doubt
that she could be quite helpful to you on that little shopping trip you two
have planned.”
Roger nodded. “It scares me to death though.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s just… going to be
embarrassing! And I guess because… I
still like her so much.” He tried to
look at Janice a bit more boldly. “Is
there any way you can remove this curse from me?”
“Curse, Mr. Brinkley?”
“Where my stupid cock turns to ice
every time I look at her!”
Janice nearly laughed. “Every time you look at her? It seems you do still harbor a lot of
feelings for her as well! I’m sorry Mr.
Brinkley, but that… curse as you called it, will remain. Think of it this way… as you become a woman,
whatever would you do with her anyway with that silly thing between your
legs? No, I’m afraid you’re going to
have to get used to dealing with women on a much different level now than you
ever have before. And perhaps this…
curse, as you called it, may be a great of help toward that.”
Then she did let out a bit of a
laugh. “I’m afraid Mr. Brinkley, that
I’m actually finding your situation with Miss White to be quite funny. You love her… and she loves you too. Or as least she cares for you a great
deal. And the very woman you love, and
who loves you, will now be aiding in turning you into something she can’t
love. She will be helping to turn you
into a beautiful, sexy woman… just as she is.
She will be aiding in the process of ridding you of any possibility of
having a sexual relationship with her at all… despite the fact that right now,
I’m quite sure that that’s all you really want from her.”
Roger… didn’t find anything funny
about the situation at all! He didn’t
care if the scowl on his face over it bothered Janice one bit… which he could
see that it didn’t.
“Time to get ready for bed now, Mr.
Brinkley. I’m afraid it’s the cage for
you again tonight since you were unable to spend any time at all toward your
future goal. Crawl into your cage, and
I’ll be in in a few minutes to put the lock on it myself.”
Roger wanted to scream! There was just no winning! Defeated, he turned away.
“Mr. Brinkley!” Janice called,
turning him around again. “I’m going to
be away tomorrow afternoon and evening again on business. Most likely, I will be away at those hours
for most of the week. Just so you know,
I will be leaving Carol in charge of you again.
If you wish, you may go shopping with your Miss White… without Carol
being present. Hopefully, I should be
home before you go to bed each evening, but in the case that I’m not, it will
be Carol who decides where and how you sleep.
Understood?”
All Roger’s mind could picture
though, was how cruel Carol liked to be.
He nodded that he understood. The
cage again tonight. And if Carol had any
say in the matter, he was sure she would lock him into it every night – no
matter what he did toward becoming Candy!
“He’s what?” Stan exclaimed.
“He says he’s going to become a
woman. Surgery and all!” Jennifer
replied through her phone.
“What the hell is going on with him
now?”
“I think it’s the same thing that’s
been going on with him all along.”
“I just don’t see it!” Stan
replied. “I simply can’t believe it!”
“You can imagine how surprised I
was… still am for that matter. I was
nearly engaged to him!”
“You were?”
“Don’t go there!” Jennifer warned.
“Shit! Why the hell would he want to do a stupid
think like that?”
“I don’t know. He still won’t really tell me anything at
all!”
“But at least you got that far with
him,” Stan noted. “It’s a lot more than
I’ve been able to pry out of him.”
“We’re going shopping together
after dinner tomorrow night.”
“Shopping?”
“For clothes!” Jennifer added. “Get this… he needs a new dress for
church. Claims he wore the one he has
now – to church – twice already!”
“Geeezusss...” Stan swore. “I still can’t believe it!”
“Well, I’m going to try to get
something more out of him tomorrow. If
he claims he wants to be a woman so badly, then maybe I’ll push him a bit. See just how much he likes shopping for feminine
things. Maybe we’ll see then if he’s
serious about this or not.”
“Good!” Stan replied… then he
thought better of the idea. “Jennifer…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you having dinner with him too
tomorrow? Or just shopping?”
“Good night Stan!”
Janice had a lot to do. She had to be in Augusta tonight to observe
Joseph Halifax again. But before she
could do that, she had planning that still needed to be done, arrangements to
make, money that had to be spent, and of course, the laundry that still had to
be taken care of. But she wasn’t
tackling any of the items on her list at all.
Instead, she was walking around the side of the house heading for
Roger’s workshop… where he kept his tools.
As usual, the door to the workshop
was unlocked. She didn’t understand how
Roger could be so trusting about his tools.
She went inside and found the switch to turn the light on. The item she was looking for was lying on top
of a pile of boards across from his workbench.
She picked it up.
The back brace he had worn while
working on the fallen tree was even wider in the back than it was in the
front. To her, the thing almost
resembled a short form of an old-fashioned corset. She was surprised to note how rigid the thing
appeared to be and upon further examination, discovered that the thing had what
felt like very rigid boning going all the way around. As far as she could tell, the thing actually
was… a corset!
Setting the thing back where she
had found it, she went back into the house.
She had planning still to do… arrangements that still had to be made…
money that would have to be spent… and that still didn’t include the laundry
that was still waiting for her to do.
And of course, none of that included the corset she was going to order
for Roger – before she did anything else!
Stan wasn’t sure if he wanted to
set his lunch tray down in front of Roger or not. What he really wanted to do was to yell at
him and beat some sense into him for the dumb-ass ideas that were suddenly
screwing up his head. Not to mention
that he suddenly wasn’t all that sure he wanted to be anywhere near Roger
anymore. But a friend was a friend. And he was still convinced that there was
something major wrong with Roger’s life… beyond this idiotic idea that he
wanted to become a woman. That was just
plain stupid! So against his better
judgment, he plopped his tray down on the table in front of Roger… and sat
down. And all he got from Roger for it
was a brief look of annoyance… before Roger buried his head in his lunch and
refused to look at him.
He wanted to confront Roger about
this idea of his to become a woman, but Jennifer had told him about that on the
phone last night in confidence. So he
held his tongue… for now.
“Move!” Jennifer said from behind his shoulder.
“Say what?” Stan replied… surprised
to even see her there.
“I said move. Go sit somewhere else.”
“Why? I just sat down!”
“Tough, now move!”
“What for?”
“Because Roger and I have things to
discuss that I’m fairly sure you won’t be interested in. So move.”
“Who says I’m not interested? You know perfectly well that I’ll do anything
to help him.”
Jennifer just shrugged a bit. “I guess you can stay if you want. In fact, it should be interesting to find out
exactly how you feel about the latest spring fashions that are out in the
stores now?”
“The what?”
“Do you, or do you not want to sit
here and discuss dress styles with us?”
Stan looked at her like she was
crazy… which he was fairly sure she was.
But he quickly picked up his tray and walked away. Jennifer happily set her tray down where his
had been. “That was easy,” she said as
she took his seat. She saw Roger looking
at her with a shocked expression on his face.
Was he frightened too? She
actually hoped so. She leaned forward a
bit toward him and giggled. “Girl talk
time!”
Roger’s lunch nearly came up.
“So what are you wearing tonight?”
Jennifer asked as she picked up her fork.
“What do you mean?”
“What are you wearing? It’s a simple question. What clothes are you going to wear to go
shopping in?”
“Oh. I don’t know.
Probably just what I’ve got on.
Maybe without the tie and jacket though.”
Jennifer looked at him like he was
crazy. “Roger, how are you going to try
on dresses if you don’t have any… breasts to see how well they fit?”
Try on dresses? “Uh… I guess I’ll be wearing a bra too,” he
replied. Actually, thanks to Janice,
that much was a certainty. He noticed at
least that Jennifer looked a lot more satisfied.
“So you’re not going all out
tonight?” she asked.
“All out?”
Jennifer just looked at him for a
moment. “Do I have to repeat everything
twice? Get with it! You’re not dressing totally as a woman
tonight… to go shopping for women’s clothes?”
“Uh… I hadn’t planned on it,” Roger
replied.
“Okay, at least we’ve gotten that
far. Why not?”
“Uh… because it’s embarrassing?”
“And you think trying on dresses,
while dressed as a man, won’t be?”
“Uh… I have no doubt it will.”
“Suit yourself,” Jennifer said
nonchalantly before she stuffed a forkful of lettuce into her mouth.
Roger couldn’t eat. He just sat there and stared at Jennifer for
a few moments while she ate. He noticed
his cock was becoming cold again, but he did his best to ignore it. That was certainly a no-win situation! Despite the subject, he felt like he should
say something else. “Um… one of the main
reasons I need to go shopping,” he started, “is because I need more things to
wear. All I really have is that one
outfit I’ve worn to church, and that’s it.”
“Outfit?” Jennifer asked, seizing
on the word.
“Yeah. I only have one dress.”
“You said outfit. What do you wear with it?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Nothing, really.”
“You mean you go to church wearing
just the dress… and otherwise you’re naked?” she kidded.
“Noooo! I wear underwear and shoes… and a bra of
course!”
“Are the shoes you wear the same
boots you wear everywhere else?”
“Huh? Uh… no.
I have another pair.”
“Well what are they like for
heaven’s sake! Describe them to me. You can’t want to be a woman without being
interested in details like that!”
“Uh… okay,” Roger replied somewhat
uncertainly. “Um… they’re black, and
they have this strap that I have to buckle across my ankle. And the heels on them are pure hell!”
Jennifer laughed. “They sound divine! So why aren’t you going to wear them
tonight?”
“Um… because they won’t go with the
rest of what I’m wearing?”
Jennifer giggled. “I guess not.
So… does your dress have pockets, or do you have to hold everything in
your hands?”
Ugh! Roger just knew he was going to be in for a
very, very difficult evening.
