Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2009 23:03:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Irwin: < julian.nz69@gmail.com >
Subject: A Dream comes True,  transgender  teen

This is a story about an 18 yr old sissy boy. Who can't stop having lovely
dreams and fantasizing about being dressed as a young girl. He finishes up
trying to find a Mummy that will help his dreams become reality. I hope you
like it as much as I have writing it.

It isn't heavy on sex. But, Remember you're meant to be 18 or older to be
reading on this site.

If you have any sissy fantasies or personal experiences like I do or any
other comments I would love to hear from you at < julian.nz69@gmail.com >


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Chapter 1.


Let me start my telling you something about myself. My name is Meredith
Burnett, I've always been somewhat effeminate. I went to an all boys high
school, where it didn't take long before I got called Sissy. But I got used
to it, well would you mind. When some of the name callers were happy to
make use of your mouth. I'm 18 years old, at full stretch I stand only 5'
3", also I don't use much of the scales, as I weigh almost 55kg's. OK. I
know I'm not big. It has been said to me, that if I had muscles they'd look
out of place on my slim body. So that may be why I don't have them. Yes
even the one between my legs isn't the biggest thing in the world, say 5
pulsating inches. I've just measured it again encase it grow some, but
no. My hair is a light golden brown, genuinely wavy, [OK a light redhead] I
keep it long enough to cover my ears and over my forehead. Just because I
like it this way. I am of a fair complexion that the sun doesn't do much
for. So we tend to stay away from each other as often as possible.


I left collage [high school] at 16 and now work in an office in the
City. For the last year I've shared a flat with two other gay boys Shane
and Andrew. Who are both 20 and tend to treat me like a kid brother. Which
is good at times, but not at others, If you have older brothers you know
what I mean. Wish my real brother thought as much of me, as these two do. I
feel closest to Andrew as a friend. My going flatting came about mainly,
because home life for a effeminate Gay boy in a strict Baptist household,
is not a loving or fun place to be. After not agreeing to my parents terms
for me to stay in the family. It was best for all that I left, at least I'm
happy now, I can be myself.


You might think this sounds rather vain. But I have a real love for
beautiful clothes. I alway like to be smartly dressed. I can sit in front
of the mirror for ages, just brushing or combing my hair. Andrew reckons I
spend more time on my hair than his sister and that's saying something, Oh
well they made mirrors to be used, didn't they? Another thing, I've never
owned a pair of denim jeans, unlike just about every other boy my age. I
seem to think they are Oh! So Butch. Sorry!!


For a long time now, I've had these fantasies of being dressed up and
treated as a young pre-teen age girl. Anywhere from being in those pretty
dresses and bonnets to a teen age College girl. The thought of wearing
beautiful soft frilly underwear and pretty dresses. Having dolls and my
cuddly teddy `Prince' to play with. Or being dressed and treated like a
proper Sissy-boy. Like in art work I've seen and have in my scrapbooks. I
would go into Fabric shops, just to touch and look at all those lovely soft
deliciously delicate fabrics, in there many different shades of colour. The
thoughts of being cocooned in them, would be like being in heaven for me. I
would browse through the pattern books, looking at all those lovely dresses
that I dream of wearing. Or I'd go to the library, spending many hours
looking through old woman's magazine to see how girls used to dress just a
few short years ago. Wishing I could be dressed like them and envied girl
living then with all those dainty frilly clothes. Nice full skirts with
lace around the hem of there silk petticoats and panties. I would dream of
having a Mummy who kept me dressed as this little girl.


The same with boys you would see in books of period costume. Wearing frilly
blouses with puff sleeves. Frills around the cuffs, long scarfs under the
wide or high collar tied in a lovely big bow. Little bolero style
waistcoats, that often matched there short pants. Finished off with a wide
satin sash around the waist tied neatly to the side. There hair always
looked at least collar length and so wavy or curly. Oh, how I wish that was
me. I would picture them in my mind, wearing pretty girly underwear in
beautiful silk or satin. Acting like the sweet obedient Sissy boys they
look.


My desire for this pretty Sissy life began controlling my every minute, my
every thought. So one day I decided I had to place an advert on one of the
web sites for Sissies like me that I can't stay off of. After much thought
and consideration, I sat this night in my bedroom and sent this message via
my laptop. " A well behaved 18 year old effeminate male. Would love to meet
a lady who would like to help him fulfill some real deep fantasies and
desires. I want a Mummy to dress and treat me like her little
girl. Anywhere from a little girl, to a teenager school girl. All I think
of, is being dressed in beautiful silk and lace petticoats and panties
under pretty dresses, skirts and blouses. Or to treat me just as a real
Feminized Sissy-boy. I have my teddy `Prince' but would really love to have
a pretty doll to play with also. Please!! is there a mummy that can help
me?" After reading it over a few times, I finally clicked on send.


Within a couple of days I received a couple of hurtful replies, but that
was all. I lay in bed that night having a we cry. Why do people have to be
so nasty, when this site is for sissies, boys like me. I started wondering
why these thoughts are so strong within me, is there something wrong with
me. I'd read other adverts on there, wonder if they get these replies
also. My flatmates call me `Sissy' that doesn't hurt me, because I know I
am one. Plus they know me, I had even thought about discussing it with
them. But decided best not to let them know just how much a sissy I am,
just yet. But I still can't help or take myself away from these `Girly'
sissy fantasies. The feelings, the great desire I have of being dressed as
a pretty girl.


After six weeks and no other positive response, I'd all but given up. Then
one night I went on line to check my mail. There to my great delight was a
message I'd been hoping and praying for. It read: "Have just been reading
your advert for a Mummy to dress and treat you as her little Daughter, or
Sissy-boy. I am a widowed woman, in my 40's and would love to have a
`little' girl like yourself to dress and play with. If you are still
interested or haven't met a new Mummy yet, send me an email. Telling me
more about yourself." Needles to say I was over the moon, I hadn't been
this happy for a long time. Straight away I sat and started writing,
thanking her for writing to me. Then went on telling just a little about
myself. As I didn't want to say to much encase it was someone else, wanting
to have fun at my expense, after I had spilt all.


In bed that night I couldn't take my mind away from being that little girl
of my dreams. At last, I hope. Thinking of all the things I hopefully will
be able to do. The way I'll be dressed in all these pretty clothes that
I've dreamed of wearing for so long. Pretty lingerie and dresses, just like
the pictures in my scrapbooks. My little Willy got so hard as I lay my hand
over it. I had no option but to obey. So started stroking slowly along it's
length, wanting to make it last as long as possible. Even my nipples seemed
to get harder than usual and more sensitive to the touch. In no time I just
blow my wad. Good job I had my pyjama coat unbuttoned, as my front was
covered. Even my face received a coating. Whether it was just in my mind,
but it even seemed to taste so much sweeter than normal. I slept so
peacefully that night. Till I got woken early in the morning as I turned
over, only to find myself pushing against another full blown erections. I
kissed and cuddled Prince while I slowly took care of the throbbing tension
below. Before I could even thinking of getting up and ready for another day
at work.


I know my flatmates noticed how happy I was for this time of a
morning. After so long not hearing anything positive and getting up feeling
the World is against me. Now this morning more or less dancing on air. Oh!
how I wished I could of told them the wonderful news I'd received last
night. As Shane was leaving for work, he remarked how my kiss was so much
warmer than it had been of late. Oh yes, we are three gay boys and we do
kiss each other a lot. As each leaves for work, is one of those times, as
is bedtime.


I couldn't wait to get home after work to check my mail `inbox' Yes! There
it was a reply for me. Just seeing who it was from started to have an
effect between my legs again. I could do nothing about it right then, so
closed off. Changed out of my suit etc. as Andrew and Shane were already
home and it was normal to sit and chat awhile before starting a meal. It
was at this time I was asked what has made me so happy all of a sudden.

"Have you got a new boyfriend?" Shane asked.

"No I haven't, I've just met someone on line to write too. They sound
rather interested in me." was all I could or would say. I know it was
evading the question in a way, but didn't want to embarrass myself by
saying to much just yet.


After dinner and doing the dishes, I excused myself early, saying I had
mail to reply to and wanted an early night. That way it gave me time in my
room without being disturbed. As we do respect the others privacy.


Nervously I opened up with Prince sitting beside me while read the
reply. Still there was no name given, just signed `Your Mummy.' She said, I
seemed a little shy in how and what I wrote. So she offered me guidelines
for future email's. She would ask me a question about one of my sissy,
girly fantasies, eg. being a school girl. I'm then to reply on how I would
like to be treated as a school girl. How being a school girl is making me
feel right at this time.


This really worked great, as I could just concentrate on being dressed in a
proper School girls uniform. Saying just how it makes me feel as I
write. I'm seeing myself just as that one. Not trying to write about all my
sissy mixed up thoughts at once. After reading her reply, I felt more
confident and relaxed that she wasn't playing me along. That gave me a
great feeling of relief. Knowing I'm not a weirdo for thinking and being
the way I am. There is nothing wrong in being the Sissy that I am.


Well these email's went on for a couple of weeks. In which time I think I'd
told just about everything there was to tell about myself. That I had a
couple of scrapbooks full of pretty girls clothes and other really Sissy
boy pictures that I loved. A CD also with a lot of pictures and drawings
I've got of the net. Plus I had a video of a Young Miss America
Pageant. Where a couple of families are followed as there little daughters
are readied and travel to different pageants. I would watch it when I
could. Thinking it was me being those sweet little girls in their beautiful
dresses and make up, being pampered by there Mummies and Daddies. One of
the girls older brother also treated her like a little princess. Telling
her how pretty she was, would do anything for her. Oh! How I would love to
of had him as my older brother. Plus I sent a few photos, which Andrew had
taken for me. Must say Mummy was very pleased with them. Saying it wouldn't
take much to have me looking that sweet little girl, she can see I am.


At last I was given her name, which is Margaret Peterson. Along with her
phone number asking me to ring one night. As it so happened the next night
was Friday night, my flatmates have gone out Clubbing. Now is my chance to
ring. I took the phone into my room just encase one came home early. I was
so excided, yet very, very nervous. I seemed to get so many thoughts going
through my head. A couple of times I picked the phone up, then replaced it,
before finally pressing out the number. I still wasn't sure whether I
wanted the ringing to stop, to hear a voice or not.


But, then it was to late, as a woman's voice softly said "Good Evening" a
couple of times. At last I was able to say "uummm..... G ....... Good
Evening, is that Margaret Peterson?"

"Yes it is, and who is that?"

My hands were shaking, my stomach was turning over and over, faster and
faster, I didn't think it would ever stop, I felt so nervous. Then quietly
I got out "Oh!....Th......Th...... this is
M.......Mer.........Meredi.....th B.....uurnett calling."

"My Dear how lovely it is to hear from you so soon." came cheerfully into
my ear.

"Thank you," I said again quietly and nervously, not quite sure of what
else to say. My hands were feeling sweaty, as was under my collar. I had to
use my handkerchief to wipe the hand piece before it slipped from my grasp.

"Are you sitting down, is there anyone else around," she asked.

"No I'm at home by myself and I'm sitting in my bedroom."

"That's good, now just relax, you know you've told me an awful lot about
yourself. So there is no need to be nervous dear. Do you have Prince with
you?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm cuddling him, Mummy." I got out at last.

"Oh you are so sweet my little darling," sounding happy that I called her
Mummy.

"We can have a nice little talk together now. In no time we'll have all
that tension out of my little girl."


Hearing her now calling me `her' little girl, was beginning to excite
me. After only thinking to myself as a little girl. Now I have a Mummy
calling me a little girl, it sounds so wonderful. My dreams are coming
true, I'm going to be that girl I've fantasized about for so long. I kept
cuddling Prince and every so often would just kiss him. Like every little
girl would do. In no time I was feeling quite relaxed. All those knots in
my stomach loosened and disappeared. The sweat had left my hands and under
my collar. I was able to put my hanky back in my pocket. Mummy even noticed
the change in my voice, as I opened up.


We talked about all little girl things that I had mentioned in my
email's. She told me how she was really looking forward to having her
little girl come to visit. Every so often Mummy would ask, how my little
thing was down below. I felt quite at ease now to say, "I call it `Willy'
that it's fighting to get out and be touched." With that I was told to just
leave it where it was for now. She knew how I must be and would be very
surprised if I wasn't. "Talking about pretty underwear and dresses would
make all sissy-boys get an erection in no time." Mummy said.


We also started talking about everyday things, the more we talked the more
comfortable I became. Just talking with her, she sounded such a very nice
warm Lady, that I was keen to meet. I wished I had a real mother who was so
understanding like she is. At no time did I ever feel uncomfortable talking
about my girly fantasies. I felt like it was a normal way to be. It was
well over an hour we talked, and finished by being asked if I could get off
work next Tuesday to visit her.


Suddenly a little more of this reality was coming together. The next step
in a dream, with it I again seemed to go quite. I felt a we bit nervous
again, I cuddled Prince into my face even tighter. Before I found myself
saying, "Yes I could take the day off work."

"That's wonderful my Darling, Mummy is so looking forward to meeting her
little girl."

With that she gave me her address, which startled me, realizing just where
she lived. My hands still being a little shaky, I had trouble writing. Even
thinking of the area added to the wobbles, as I tried to write. So was
pleased when she said she'd put it in an email for me with directions to
her house.


Before we rang off, Mummy asked how little `Willy' was in my pants. What
would I be doing about it when we hung up? I just giggled, then said
sheepishly. "It's got bigger and is throbbing under there. I think I'll
have to gently stroke it." Mummy then suggested it would be nice to look at
the pretty pictures in my scrapbooks at the same time. I agreed saying how
I loved looking at those pretty clothes thinking of them being on me. We
said goodnight to each other and I felt just like her little daughter. As I
said, "Goodnight Mummy, I'm so looking forward to being your little girl."

Before hanging up I heard her send me a kiss through the phone. I responded
in a likewise manner.


I replaced the receiver, then just sat there a few minutes collecting my
thoughts. As I had all these sweet little girly thoughts dancing merrily
around in my head. They were really real beautiful thoughts of me, this
pint size effeminate, sissy boy. Who at last is going to have his
fantasies, his real girly fantasies come true. I took Prince into my arms
again giving him a big cuddle and kisses, telling him how happy I was
feeling. I quickly ran the phone back to the dinning room. In case someone
came home and wanted to use it. I was in no way ready to be disturbed.


Back in the confines of my bedroom with door locked. I stripped to my satin
boxer shorts, lay on the bed with Prince, just dreaming of being with
Mummy. Taking one of the scrap books I fingered through admiring once
again, all these pretty girls dresses in silks, satins, lovely petticoats
and panties with lace around the hems. Sissy boys wearing satin blouses
with puffed sleeves, big bows under the collar, short velvet pants, white
knee length sox. Wearing makeup, all looking so wonderfully lovely to
me. Yes this is the Sissy I want to be. My little Willy by now was standing
painfully stiff, throbbing, begging to be stroked. I could do nothing, but
obey my hot master, as I gently touched over the satin boxers. Wanting to
delay the enviable as long as possible, looking at, thinking of myself
wearing such beautiful clothes. Being treated as the little girl or real
sissy I dream of being.


I could hold off no longer, even my cherries were beginning to beg relief
from the build up within. Pre-cum had left its wet telltale sign on my
satin boxers, as it oozed out so freely from my piss slit. On opening the
button, one hot pulsating 5 inch Willy took no time in jumping out. Just
like a little child's `jack in the box toy' wanting to be free, to feel the
coolness of the evening air. Slowly I began feathering the tips of my soft
sissy fingers along the thick throbbing shaft. The sensation seemed even
more erotic, electric than it ever had before. Everywhere I touched seems
so alive, so sensitive.


Even the touch of Prince in my arm started sending strong sexual fibs
through my body. Lying there now completely naked in the cool air, the
uncanny silence of the flat. Just Prince securely in my arms, the scrap
book open beside me. My thumb and forefinger lightly sliding up and down
the length. Pulling the foreskin back and forth on each tantalizing
stroke. I was wanting to hold of as long as I could. Before wrapping my
fingers firmly around this hot purple shaft, standing looking eagerly at
me. A glittering teardrop of pre-cum hanging from the piss slit. Teasingly,
using just my thumb and forefinger, I'd slid my foreskin back one more
time. Exposing the hot purple gland head to the cool air. Looking to it,
saying in a few days you'll be sitting comfortable under a pair of pretty
girls panties. How lovely that will be for you and I.


Closing my eyes, thinking of the conversation I'd had just a few moments
earlier with my new Mummy. I could hear myself talking like a little
girl. Telling Prince how happy I am about it, that we'll be able to play
together. My fingers by now are wondering all over, tweaking, flicking my
erect sensitive nipples. Caressing slowly down my body, stopping
momentarily to wipe off another drop of pre-cum to savour on my
tongue. Before parting my legs, going under to tickle lovingly over a
wantoned boy-pussy. My mind drifted back to hearing Mummy saying, how
little girls love there Mummies putting makeup on them. Well I could take
no more, just the thought of being dressed in those pretty little girls
clothes. With makeup being applied to my soft sissy face, was sending me
over the edge.


I'm sure one penis expanded a good inch between my fingers. I could feel
the heat from it, as the sperm flowed like a raging volcano along the
tube. Hugging Prince tightly in my left arm against my chest. In no time my
whole hand was wrapped firmly around this hot pulsating organ. Thrashing
wildly up and down the 5 inches of sissy-boy meat. My legs tensed, my hips
seemed to gyrate uncontrollable. I could hardly control the throbbing. Then
I jerked wildly, my whole body shook Violently. Spewing out volley after
volley of hot sissy-boy sperm up over my stomach and my chest. Even a few
squirts landing on my face. My whole body just continued shaking
uncontrollable. My breathing became deep and laboured. The trashy moans,
sissy squeals, cries of ecstasy, cries to my new Mummy. I'm sure could of
been heard throughout the flat. Thankfully I'm home alone. It was like I'm
being transported to another planet, a sissy-boys planet which is full
Sissy fairies like myself. This was the strongest, the wildest orgasm I
think I've ever had. Even the volume felt so much greater as it covered my
front. Again the taste was heavenly to my palate.


My eyes remained closed as I continued lightly stroking, coaxing out those
last few drops. My thoughts were now of myself lying there wearing a pair
of pretty off white satin rhumba panties, with rows of lovely lace across
the back and around the leg openings. At each side of the leg and the
centre of the waist lovely big bold satin bows. I could also feel this
beautiful powder blue silk petticoat lying softly, caressing over my body
with each movement I make. I could see hanging there waiting for me to
retrieve and wear. A gorgeous knee length maroon velvet dress with an off
white satin collar, edged in the finest of lace. A 3 inch wide lighter
shade of maroon satin sash, hanging ready to be tied at the back in the
loveliest of big bows. The ends of the sash would hang a good five or even
six, seven inches below.


I could see myself now holding Mommy's hand like any good little girl
should. Yes, I was thinking of myself now just as this little girl, holding
Prince firmly to my chest. Opening my eyes to give him a soft tender kiss,
as I kissed Prince I knew my lips were still hot and very sensitive to the
touch. Thankfully I didn't squeeze all the life out of him as the eruption
began earlier. With the last drop of cum extracted from a now deflated
penis. I began using my fingers to wipe off the remains of my cum juice and
feed it to my waiting mouth. Oh how I love that taste of sperm, my own very
much included.


Once I'd come down from such a wonderful sissy high. I run of quickly to
the bathroom to wash myself down. No sooner had I returned to my room, put
on my pajamas, got into bed, turned out the bedside light. Next thing I
heard the return of Shane and Andrew. Very well timed I thought. Knowing
how I'd been talking to myself not long before, my cries of ecstasy in a
tone that would of been heard, very clearly. By the talking the other side
of my door I knew both of them must of scored tonight. As there were other
male voices coming from the other side of my closed door. Oh well I'll have
to wait till morning to find out who, as I didn't recognize the other
voices. But I didn't care, I had my sissy thoughts to keep me company all
night.


The next few days seemed to go extremely slow. I got the email with Mummy's
address and directions to her house. Which also excited me, knowing where
it was, what stately homes they all were in that area. Yes down between
Wimbledon and Hampton Court. Come Monday I asked for the day off on
Tuesday, which was quite alright. Working in Council does have some
advantages, at times like this and no questions being asked why. The whole
day my mind seemed to be thinking of other things. Yes like what tomorrow
holds for me. I kept getting these butterflies in the tummy, for some
reason I was also running to the toilet. I don't think I've ever urinated
so often in one day. Others noticed it also asking often what the trouble
was, "You seem to be so far away," they would say.


Thankfully 5 o'clock arrived relieving me of anymore questions at work. But
not from Andrew and Shane, who were wanting to know more than I was
prepared to tell at this point, still. Yes they knew I was taking the day
off work to meet whoever I'd been writing to. How could I say, I'm going to
meet a Lady. To be dressed and treated like her little girl for the
day. Realizing how tense I was, the subject got dropped. After watching a
little TV we said our goodnights then of to our beds. I really felt bad
about not telling them, as they have made sure I do everything right and
proper. As I say like big brothers or even a father.


Another restless night I had. Couldn't get my mind away from the coming
day, what it could have in store for me. I knew I couldn't sleep till Willy
was satisfied for the night. The next thing I heard one of the other alarm
clocks go, then mine followed suite. Even though I wasn't going to work, I
thought it better to get up as normal. Or lie in bed and do what I didn't
want to happen this morning. I stayed in my pajamas and dressing gown, got
breakfast ready while Shane and Andrew showered and ready for work. Once
we'd finished breakfast, we had our normal hugs and goodbye kisses. After
doing the dishes, proceeded on getting myself showered, followed by a nice
close shave. Not that I really needed one, as I only need shave about once
a week But my face felt lovely and soft afterwards. Back in my bedroom to
sit in front of the mirror to blow-dry my hair before kneading in a little
hair-gel. With that done, it was now on with deodorant and body spray. Must
remember to put these in my briefcase before I leave. As Mummy had asked me
to bring.


I had everything sorted out to wear, my silver satin boxers, white
vest. Then on with a white shirt, a lovely Lavender, Violet and white
diagonally striped silk tie. Finished of in my three-piece navy suit with a
white silk handkerchief sitting fondly in the top pocket. A clean white
handkerchief in my trouser pocket, some money, direction to Mummy's house,
one final brush of my hair, I'm ready to depart after another look in the
mirror. Yes I looked great I thought, suddenly I realized I was about to
leave without my briefcase containing the Video, CD and scrapbooks,
deodorant and spray. A final lovely kiss for Prince and I'm on my way.


Walking towards the tube station was OK. till I boarded the train heading
in the opposite direction to every other morning. At least I could get a
seat this time, being 9am even the school kids have all gone. Sitting there
in a quite carriage with just my thoughts and a briefcase containing my
dreams. Again those nervous twitches returned to my stomach, even my hands,
my neck felt sweaty now. Is it excitement of what is not far away, or is it
in fear of the unknown that lies ahead of me, causing this to happen.


Do I really want to go through with this, to be dressed and treated like a
little girl. Yes, deep down and not so deep down, I knew I honestly did. I
tried keeping my eyes on the houses, the building, even the traffic we
passed took my interest, as the train rolled on to my final destination. At
each stop the train seemed to remain there longer than normal to lengthen
the journey. Or was it just in my tensed up mind. In due course we arrived
at the final station, the few people still on board disembarked. Wimbledon
here I am, slowly I stood to follow like a little lost lamb.


With my instructions in hand, I found the bus I needed and asked the driver
to please let me know when we got to the fifth stop. In no time I was off
the bus, a short wake then crossed the road turned right. Then up that
street about a hundred yards or so, there it was. I just stopped dead in my
tracks open mouthed, looking. Oh my God! this is no house I've ever dreamt
I would be going to. A beautiful large two and a half story Manor House,
sitting back from the road. A nice curved driveway with path leading of
towards the front door.


After looking at my instructions once again, to make sure I was heading in
the right direction. Yes I was, so quickly checked myself to made sure I
looked presentable before entering the side gate. Tie is sitting straight,
handkerchief sitting neatly in my top pocket, fortunately no breeze to
upset my lightly gelled hair. Taking in a deep breath, here goes. Waking
slowly, tentatively towards the main door, trying to convince myself not to
be so nervous, no one is going to eat me.


After a good couple of months waiting for this moment to arrive, here I
was. The front door now right at my face, hopefully the door to my
Sissified girly future. I had to take out my handkerchief to wipe the sweat
that seemed to develop between my fingers. There's no turning back now, I
could do nothing but press the bell and wait. Hearing the bell ring with a
distinctive but novel chime, I knew it would of been heard anywhere in this
large stately house. Soon I heard footsteps heading my way, my heart missed
a couple of beats, then the door opened. A beautiful fluffy ginger and
white cat ran out, with tail in the air rubbing itself against my legs. At
least the cat is pleased to see me.


Unconsciously I looked straight down at the cat, smiling as it again went
between my legs. Suddenly realizing how the door opened, I quickly looked
up. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm looking for Mrs Peterson." Standing, smiling at me
was a very elegant Lady, that definitely befitted this stately
house. Standing a good 5'8" I would say, her shiny shoulder length auburn
hair beautifully set. Wearing a Ivory coloured silken blouse with full puff
sleeves, buttoned down the front with sweet little pearl buttons. Hanging
from under the collar a chunky crystal necklace. She was wearing a knee
length black full taffeta skirt, light tan stockings sitting in two inch
heeled black suede shoes. Her face made up in soft shades that showed the
glossy wine lips to there fullest. In turn accentuated the beauty of the
Lady before me. The fragrance of her perfume was also soft, which befitted
everything I have so far learnt of this elegant Lady before me.


"Yes, I am Mrs Peterson, and you must be Meredith?" she asked with a loving
warm smile.

"Y...es .....I.... I..... am." as I put my hand out nervously to greet
her. Taking my hand but not to shake hands. But took hold of it in a
ladylike manner, guiding me inside. Her hand was also soft like silk. Just
the way she held mine, made me feel I'm going to be safe and secure
straight away. The cat followed very quickly behind, not wanting to be left
out as the door closed behind us.


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Chapter two coming soon.








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