The CD Cleaner girl - PART 1

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The CD Cleaner girl - PART 1

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Just had this inspired from a true story I found on an online forum from someone who's account is gone. It's fictionalised so I'm not nicking it wholesale.

Bear in mind that there's a build up for this to set the scene -

Ashley never had many friends. A slim and slight boy of 17, considered handsome by some but also shy. Some speculated him to be gay. He had antagonism from some of his classmates occasionally but nothing that was ever sustained. His only friend was Steve, a guy who was easy going, stocky and while not with many friends himself, preferred his own company. People thought Steve was "mental" but since he had the wit to hold his own, he didn't They would play D & D, watch movies or play videogames.

Ashley didn't struggle or hate school, but he felt lonely more often than not. Completely separate from everyone else like they were from another planet.

But there was one release. He saw adverts with beautiful women in lingerie, with long and flowing hair, slender bodies and lacy underwear. Ashley saw them and yearned achingly to be like them, wear the pretty dresses, feel the soft satin fabric on his arms and thighs. It made him horny and breathless every time.

One afternoon, Ashley's parents had gone away for the weekend. He spent most of the time relaxing or reading but his thoughts had begun to stray to his mother's bedroom. Crossdressing wasn't new to him, he had tried on his cousin's Panties and bra a few times and had dressed sporadically, but it was just now that he had the place to himself...or herself.

Eventually, Ashley couldn't fight it anymore, walking quickly to his parents room and picking out a set of black panties and lace bra along with a control top garter belt. He slid the black sheer stockings down his slender calves, feeling their soft warmth and hearing the sound they made. His heart was racing and his penis was twitching with each beat as he slid them down his thighs.

He picked out a knee length tight fitting green dress, showing off a willowy and feminine shape. "You've got a lovely figure!" He thought to himself, simultaneously aroused and relaxed as he looked at himself in the mirror. It was now he was beginning to relax as he picked out a wavy blonde wig and put it on, adjusting it in the mirror. "Maybe I could be a pretty little housewife in gloves" he thought to himself as he delicately applied pink lipstick to his lips. With the black eyeliner on, pink lips, blonde hair and long eyelashes, Ashley was no longer he, but she. It was as clear as day. She batted her eyelids and pursed her lips. She felt wonderfully relaxed as well as turned out, but still she felt she was missing something.

Walking delicately down into the kitchen, hips swaying, Ashley picked out her mother's pink and frilly bib apron, slipping it over her head and tying it tightly around her waist, emphasising her breasts. She turned to see one of her sister's many pink bandanas laid carelessly out on a chair by the door. She put it into a triangular shape over her head and tied it under her chin, following up with a pair of her mother's black 4 pump heels.

She walked over to the landing and looked in the mirror hung up there. The effect was jawdropping and she felt a jolt of excitement, emotionally and sexually. With the slinky green dress, and matching pink headscarf, apron and lips, she looked very cute. The pretty little housewife effect had been nailed, maybe daughter or a distant niece ready to do some of her girly chores. She gave a turn and saw that her arse and legs looked perfect, like something out of a catalogue.

There was one thing missing.

Ashley saw a pile of dirty dishes stacked to one side and a pair of pink rubber gloves lying over the rim of the sink, again, matching her apron with frilly, zigzagged cuffs. "The last accessory!" She thought. Ashley slipped them on with ease, her hands sliding over the flock lining. They were slightly big for her delicate hands as her mother was a well built lady. She flexed her fingers and filled the sink.

Ashley washed slowly and deliberately over the next few minutes, her pretty pink gloves creaking and squeaking as her hands worked in a circular motion around the plates, pots and pans, splashing more warm and soapy water over them. Her sheclit grew and rubbed gently against the layers of feminine clothing, rubbing against the counter.

She wiped her brow, leaving a small trail of bubbles across the fringe of her flowing blonde wig. She was now the prettiest, perfect housewife she could have hoped to turn into. With the intoxicating smell of dish soap and the sweet rubber smell of her gloves, and how she looked, Ashley never felt more girly and feminine than then. This was now. If the rest of her life could be this then she would be happy. She imagined a handsome man slowly and gently putting his arms around her and softly kissing and nuzzling at her neck, murmuring in her ear "You look so beautiful, love your pretty pink things" before playfully flicking the cuff of one of her gloves.

Finishing the dishes, she dusted the living room, gently and thoroughly, cleaning it up nicely as her still wet gloves squeaked against the wooden shelves. As she wiped the texture surface of her gloves on her apron, she heard the noise of the gate postbox clattering as the post was delivered. Her heart began to thud. She felt that she should go and collect it but feared who would see her and recognise her. She had always dressed in private and had no idea what people would think if they saw her. After a minute she figured that it'd be better to go out than not and life was always full of risks.

She walked out into the open air, still dressed in her apron and headscarf her heels clacking and clicking on the footpath. It felt natural and strangely liberating to be walking as herself out from closed doors. She picked up the post and was walking back up the stone footpath when a voice made her stop in her tracks.

"Hey Julie! Nice arse! Just kidding! You look nice though! Is Ashley in today?"

Ashley froze to the spot. It was Steve. She felt a jolt of nausea run to her stomach, clenching her fists. "You okay? Just said you look nice s'all, especially for doing housework!" Ashley wanted to run but couldn't, unable to speak or move. Before she knew it however, Steve had opened the gate, come up the garden path and faced her. There was a double take of astonishment as Steve realised who he was looking at. "Hey" he said. Ashley put her hand to her mouth and stifled a sob. Tears had already run down her face.

"Oh my god, your eye makeup's running!" said Steve quietly, grabbing a tissue and handing it to Ashley. "Dry your eyes, I er, don't think we've met before" Ashley frowned. Steve knew exactly who she was. And then the penny dropped. He was trying to save the situation and put her at ease. Much better than asking awkward questions.

"Er, no" said Ashley hoarsely, "I'm Tammy" "Tammy?" said Steve smiling broadly, "You're the new housecleaner right?" Ashley nodded.

"Excuse my *ahem* gobbing off just now, but you do look cute in your apron". Ashley looked Steve in the eyes and realised her was flirting with her. Was this him taking things further for the fun of it or was he trying to put her at ease? He was always good at putting people at ease but this was a different ball game, her anxiety being replaced with a tingling feeling of arousal. "Thank you" said Ashley shyly.

"D you want to come in?"

A minute later, "So sorry about the mess!" said Ashley, "I forgot I've got a load more cups to wash up!" Steve smiled reassuringly. Steve was taken aback by just how beautiful Ashley was as a girl. It seemed more appropriate and in spite of her awkward reaction, she seemed more herself. As he watched her pick up a large pair of pink rubber gloves and slip them on her hands, he felt his groin stir a bit. He'd had his own fixation and aside from the astonishment of how Ashley transformed into this extremely pretty girl, he loved more than ever to see pretty girls in dishwashing gloves. Seeing her oh so pretty in pink flex her fingers in her pink gloves made him almost unbearably horny.

Maybe it was time to break the tension. he thought to himself...

TO BE CONTINUED...
4rt

Re: The CD Cleaner girl - PART 1

Post by 4rt »

That was amazing! Loved he part where she goes outside all dressed up. Thanks for writing and sharing, can’t wait for part 2!!
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