The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 31 Part 1 of 3
“Damn all this rain!”
Roger stared out his bedroom window at the early morning pouring
rain. He couldn’t remember the last time
he had seen the sun. Since last
December, it had rained at one time or another nearly every single day. He hadn’t seen a newscast about it for a long
time now, but from everything he had heard from the other teachers talking,
this was quickly shaping up to be the rainiest year in history for the
area.
And the gloomy weather did nothing at all to help brighten the gloomy
disposition of his soul!
He thought back to church yesterday.
“Trust in your friends.” That had
been the message from Bethany that now lingered in Roger’s mind. Trust in your friends… only then will you
find success and happiness. Roger wasn’t
sure if he was all that worried about success, but he certainly wasn’t
happy. And yet, because of the
situation, his friends were the very people he needed to drive away. Because of that, he literally had no one that
he could trust in or even turn to. And
he certainly wasn’t about to start trusting Janice… or Carol either! No, they were the sum total cause of all his
problems!
He had spent the entire day yesterday as Candy. Since it was Sunday… and it had started
raining before they got home, Janice had insisted that he not do any work and
remain in his dress the entire day. He
had spent much of the day sitting at the kitchen table creating lesson plans as
Candy… he had created a couple of quizzes for his classes as Candy… and he had
watched more than a few makeup videos as Candy.
And at dinnertime, he had been allowed to sit at the table and eat like
a human… as Candy.
Candy! Candy! Candy!
It seemed like with each passing day now, Candy was growing into more
and more of a reality… and Roger Brinkley was starting to disappear more and
more. Was he losing himself? Undoubtedly!
But what the hell could he do about it?
He lightly pounded his fist against the wall next to the window. Damn all the rain! Turning, he headed out of his room. It was time to go to school.
“Hiiii Roger,” Jennifer White sang as she set her lunch tray down
across from him.
Roger gulped as he watched Jennifer sitting down… and he felt his cock
responding to her presence… in a most unwelcome way. Cold!
And damn… did she have to wear a top that revealed so much of her
breasts? This was school! It was nearly indecent! But he said nothing and took another bite of
his hamburger instead.
“You could at least say hello!” Jennifer complained. “You don’t have to look so upset every time I
come near you anymore.”
How could Roger explain about the icy condition of his cock just
then? He couldn’t! And he didn’t want Jennifer around him
anymore… not only because of the cold in his cock, but mostly because he needed
to protect her from Janice! “Hello,” he
managed to grunt out.
“Well hello to you too!” Jennifer replied sarcastically. “Look Roger, it wasn’t you! You weren’t the reason I broke up with
you! Okay? Get over it.
The problem was something in me… not you. I still like you though… a lot! And I see no reason at all that we can’t stay
friends!”
Roger looked up at her. No
reason? He wanted to throw in the fact
that he was fairly sure that she was sleeping with Stan. And Stan was his best friend! He shook his head. “Just leave me alone,” he said in a completely
disheartened voice. “It would be better
if you just leave me alone and forget about me.”
“Why?”
“Because…” But Roger couldn’t
explain it. He couldn’t tell her that it
would be for her own good! “Because… it
would just be better,” he finally said again.
“Humph!” Jennifer grunted, choosing to ignore what was coming out of
his mouth. She started eating her lunch,
noting that Roger was trying hard not to look at her. Did it hurt him that much that she had dumped
him? But there was something major wrong
going on in his life right now… and like it or not, she was going to get to the
bottom of it!
She glanced briefly over at another table and caught Stan’s eyes. She shook her head very slightly. Stan had purposely sat at another table to
give her chance to get something useful out of Roger. But so far, things weren’t looking too
good. Roger’s rather gloomy disposition
today wasn’t helping matters at all.
She tried to lighten the mood.
“So… how is it working in those boots of yours?” she asked as
lightheartedly as she could.
Roger looked up at her, totally surprised that she would ask something
like that… and his damn cock received another jolt of cold… and it had just
started to die down to normal again.
“What do you mean, how is it?”
“I mean… are you enjoying it?”
Roger shrugged. “Not
particularly.”
“Then why do it?”
“Look!” Roger complained angrily.
“Don’t ask. Just don’t ask!”
Jennifer was taken aback by his attitude, but she wasn’t about to give
up now. She pressed the issue. “So… are you finding them more difficult to
work in than men’s boots?” Dumb
question! But it was the only thing she had been able to think to ask.
Roger shook his head, frustrated that she wouldn’t leave the subject
alone. “Actually, they seem to be
okay. I’ve kind of gotten used to them
now.”
“Used to them?” Jennifer was surprised.
But he had at least answered something without telling her to go
away. She kept pressing. “So… if you’re more used to them… can I see
you in them sometime?”
Roger wanted to scream!
“Jennifer… don’t!”
“Don’t what? I’m really
interested! I really want to see how
they look on you! I’d love to see you in
a bra as well,” she said, completely surprised she had said it. But it was just another thing that had been
on her mind about him too.
Roger was speechless. He shook
his head and searched for anything he could say. “Don’t!” he finally managed to get out.
“Don’t what?” Jennifer pressed again.
She leaned in closer to him. “You
know I’m going to keep hounding you till you show me, don’t you? And I can’t help it, I’m just finding it so
funny that you… would do something like this.
I mean, women’s boots… and breasts?
It’s just outrageous!”
Roger couldn’t have agreed more, but what could he say? She was pushing and she wasn’t going to
stop. Once again leaving his lunch
unfinished, he got up from the table.
“Just leave me alone!” he said before turning away. “For your own good, just leave me alone!”
“What do you mean, for my own good?” Jennifer asked. But she was talking to his back… that was
quickly heading out of the room. For my
own good? What was that supposed to
mean?
She caught Stan’s eye again, and saw him getting up from where he was
sitting to come over to her.
“What happened?” Stan asked.
“You can probably guess,” Jennifer said reluctantly. “He still won’t open up. But when he left, he said something
weird. He said, for my own good, I
should leave him alone. What the heck
would that mean?”
Stan shook his head. “I have no
idea. But it sounds more like some even
bigger kind of trouble.” He was startled
as a thought hit his brain. “For your
own good? Does that mean he could be
into something dangerous? Maybe with
someone dangerous?”
Jennifer could only stare at him for a moment before replying. “I don’t know.”
The thunder clap made him jump with fear… as did the lightning flash
that he realized was all too close. He
heard a gasp of fear from Carol as well from the passenger seat of his truck as
he drove home. His windshield wipers
were on maximum, yet he could hardly see through the pouring rain that had been
falling all day. He had already driven
though a few flooded areas that he was fairly sure he wouldn’t have gotten
through in his old car.
“Geez, I can hardly see!” Carol complained.
Roger said nothing, he just did his best to try to see what little of
the road in front of him as he could… and keep going. It was with great relief that he finally
turned into the driveway of his house.
Or was that Janice’s house now?
His raincoat was the only thing that kept him from getting totally
soaked as he got out of the truck and made the short dash to the front door of
the house.
“Get your wet things off immediately,” Janice proclaimed as she hurried
toward the two waterlogged people who had just rushed into the house. “Here, hand me your wet coats, I’ll take them
to the laundry area to dry.” She grabbed
the soaked raincoats from both Carol and Roger and rushed them though the house
before they dripped too much water on the hardwood floors.
Roger headed for his bedroom to change.
But what should he wear? If he
wanted to eat at the table tonight like a normal human being, that would mean
that he would have to wear his dress, and most likely, his wig and makeup as
well. He would have to spend the entire
rest of the day as Candy once again. He
didn’t want to do that. In fact, he
didn’t ever really want to do that again.
But he knew that he would now be spending more and more time dressed as
a woman. And Janice had already told him
to go buy more clothes so he could do just that. But one glance out the window… and one major
thunderclap later, and he knew that going anywhere today was pretty much out of
the question.
Knowing it was going to be inevitable… only because he didn’t want to
sleep in the damn dog cage again tonight, he started dressing… as Candy. He put one of his bras on and stuffed the
cups with two pairs of balled up socks.
He put on another pair of pantyhose to cover his legs. He put his slip on over the bra… and then he
pulled a sweatshirt on over top of that to help keep him warmer while he stood
in front of the mirror propped up on his dresser and did his makeup.
Half an hour later, he was sitting on the floor buckling the very high
heeled shoes onto his feet before grabbing his one and only dress… that wasn’t
going to be his one and only for much longer.
As he was buckling his second shoe, the whole house suddenly shook…
accompanied by an absolutely horrible crash… immediately followed by a very
ominous “whump” that again shook the house… that was all followed by a very
desperate and frightened scream from a distant part of the house. Rushing to his feet, Roger did his best to
run in those stupid shoes to see what had happened, but the clothes he was
wearing, including the shoes, were the furthest thing from his mind. What had happened?
By the time he got to the living room, he saw a very frightened Janice
and Carol running toward him. “What
happened?”
Wide-eyed with fear, Janice could only point toward the kitchen.
Roger hurried on. It wasn’t the
kitchen that was the problem. The
problem was the laundry room… or rather what was left of it. Through the broken doorway, he saw branches
and young leaves that were just beginning to grow with the warmer spring
weather. A tree had fallen and had just
caught the back of the house. And it had
to be one enormous tree to reach that distance from the edge of his
property. But then, most of the trees
that ringed the area that had been cleared around his house were enormous
trees.
He quickly surveyed the damage.
The door was broken in. He
couldn’t tell from the inside, but he was betting the roof was damaged as
well. If the tree had fallen just a
little bit further forward, it would have totally destroyed the house! He was lucky.
Or was he? If it had fallen in a
slightly different direction, would it have killed Janice? She and Carol had been in the kitchen. There would have been a good chance of
that. So maybe he wasn’t so lucky after
all.
He needed to go outside and assess the total damage. Not to mention he needed to block the doorway
somehow to keep the rain from coming in.
He turned and headed back to his bedroom to change. He saw Janice and Carol huddled at the entry
to the kitchen. “A tree just missed us,”
he said as he headed to change. “A
really big one.”
He left his makeup on. He never
even thought of removing his bra. He
even left on the slip and the pantyhose he had been wearing. And the sweatshirt he had put on over top of
everything to stay warm stayed on as well.
All he removed were the high heeled shoes from his feet. He grabbed a pair of pants and pulled
them. And then stuffed his feet into the
high heeled boots and zipped them up with his pants legs stuffed inside. Dressed like that, he headed for the back
door once again.
Janice was doing her best to continually mop up the rainwater that was
coming in, but it was a constant battle.
She was glad to see Roger finally come back. “Can’t you do anything about this?” she asked
rather desperately.
“I’m working on it,” was the only reply Roger thought to make. He grabbed his rain poncho and a baseball hat
before heading for the garage door instead.
There was no way he could get through the mess in the laundry room. A minute later, he pulled the hood up over
his head as he stepped outside into the still driving rain… and wind.
The tree was indeed huge. And
unfortunately, it was also one of the ones he had always particularly
liked. Maybe because it was so big. But now it stretched from the very edge of
his property to somewhere behind his house.
He walked over and examined the root ball. The howling wind had simply blown the tree
over. The all too soaked ground could no
longer hold it. And the tree had fallen…
coming all too close to taking out his house.
He had seen many trees fall like that in his life, but this one was the
first to fall on his property.
He climbed over the trunk and headed for his back yard. He couldn’t get close to his house for all
the branches. It was the outlying branches
that had hit his house… and as far as he could tell, they had just barely
brushed it. But a tree of that size,
with that much weight, was going to destroy anything that any part of it hit. It wasn’t hard to see that the small deck off
of the back door and the steps going down from it were history. He couldn’t get close enough to see just how
much damage was done to the back door area.
He also couldn’t see just how bad the roof over it was. The only way he could even begin to do
anything… or even see anything, would be to cut away that part of the fallen
tree right away.
Knowing it was going to have to be done – rain storm or not, he headed
for his workshop and grabbed his chainsaw.
Fighting his way past as many large branches as he could, he started
cutting a path to his back door.
It was almost an hour and a half before he completely cleared the
doorway – the doorway that was nearly level with his chest now because of the
deck that had been destroyed.
“Mr. Brinkley,” Janice shouted out to him from the laundry area inside,
“isn’t there some way you can block this rain?”
“I’m working on it!” Roger declared rather angrily. Damn the woman! He had been working like crazy, doing
difficult hard work just as fast as he could!
What did she expect, a miracle?
It was a miracle that she and Carol hadn’t been killed when the tree
fell! Or was that the real catastrophe.
He ran back to his workshop where he grabbed a ladder and a large
tarp. Twenty minutes later, he was
finishing nailing the tarp in place so that the wind wouldn’t blow it
away. It was the best he could do for
now. In doing so, he discovered that the
roof over the doorway and part of the garage would have to be rebuilt as well,
but it was holding for now.
Knowing he could do nothing more until the rain stopped, he went back
into the house for a much needed rest.
“How bad is it?” Janice asked as he entered the kitchen again.
“We got lucky,” Roger replied, thinking that he would have been far
luckier if Janice had been killed. “The
deck is gone and the whole back door area including the roof will have to be
rebuilt. But that’s all the damage I was
able to see. I’ll know more when I get
into it. But I’m going to have to cut
that tree up and move it first. And
that’s going to have to wait for better weather than this.”
Janice nodded. “Into every life
a little rain must fall, Mr. Brinkley.
In this case, quite literally I guess.”
Roger knew she was trying to make the situation a little lighter, but
the rain that had fallen on his life, was far more than a little bit of actual
rain. A major storm had descended on his
life, and it was threatening to wash him away completely!
1 comment:
That was very scary. Poor tree :(
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