This story involves crossdressing and hypnosis enjoy
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The gaggle of girls cavorted in front of him their bodies writing in time to the church bells that began to ring out. The high heels of the hot girl in the red bikini made a loud rat-a-tat noise as she sashayed towards him. Then the world barged its ugly reality into his dream and Geoff was awake hearing someone repeatedly banging on the front door and ringing the doorbell. Not being ready to face the world he pulled a pillow over his head and re-joined the rather more inviting world inside his head.
“Good Afternoon Master Atkins, I see you decided that you are too important to get out of bed to receive visitors. Even those with appointments”
Geoff’s eyes sprang open
“I presume your pathetic effort at tenting is not because you are especially pleased to see me”
Ms Godiva, a well-endowed and stylish dressed lady stood confidently at the end of the bed and smirking at Geoff’s frantic attempts to cover his tattered and holey boxer shorts and his erection that was in danger of poking out of them.
It was his landlady and Geoff was in the shit. The dream of bikini clad hotties was replaced with the grim reality of an angry landlady, a massive hangover, an ill-advised week long gaming party and squalid house.
“As I have no desire to see your puny body any longer than I have to I will lay this out for you here and now. You have failed miserably to replace your departed housemate so I have arranged to show prospective tenants around in three days’ time. If this place is not spotless by then I suggest you can kiss goodbye to your deposit and find somewhere else to live, I will not have my property treated this way. Now I shall leave you to get dressed as no doubt you want to get started ASAP. Good day to you young” she paused for effect “man?” making him feel small and insignificant” I will be back Wednesday eight thirty AM sharp”.
Geoff sat on the edge of the bed with his pounding head held tentatively in his hands. He had zoned out for a while after Ms Godiva’s visit and now he was trying to ease back into consciousness. What the hell was he going to do, he would need at least a week to clean the place up. Gingerly he stood up and make his way to the kitchen he needed something for this headache, a rapid intake of water to rehydrate and coffee to clear his head.
An hour and a bacon sandwich later. He felt relatively human and decided he would have to start cleaning. His plan was work his way around the house one room at a time. Steve’s old room would be a good place to start as it would be empty given he had headed off to his new life last week. Geoff’s mood was instantly lifted when he found it pretty much spotless, the bed stripped, and the shelves clear and clean. It just needed a quick vacuum and it would be done.
“I’ll just check the drawers and the wardrobe, make sure Steve has not stuffed a load of junk in there” thought Geoff.
But he was OK, the chest of drawers was clear. Peeking inside the wardrobe was empty too just a few mismatched clothes hangers. Or was it? Something caught his eye in the dim light. Opening both doors revealed a surprise, a dress. A black dress, just innocently hanging there.
Geoff’s brain was confused, ”why would there be a dress in Steve’s wardrobe?” Geoff thought “It certainly wasn’t Steve’s, for one thing Steve was a big guy and this whilst it might fit me, Steve is definitely XXL”
Trying to ignore the fact that he had just thought the dress might fit him Steve pondered other options. “An old girlfriend’s maybe?” It was unlikely Steve had never really done dating as such, he had brought women to the flat on occasions but never more than once, and from Geoff’s recollection this dress was far too pretty and feminine for any of the girls he had seen Steve with.
Geoff found himself absentmindedly stroking the soft material admiring its luxurious smoothness. He slammed the wardrobe doors shut, this situation was messing with his head. The dress unnerved him, stroking it, calling it pretty, thinking it would fit him, Urgh he needed to clear his head and get on with the task in hand, cleaning the house.
A trip to the shops to load up with supplies including all kinds of toxic chemicals, and three hours of scrubbing, had left the bathroom actually looking pretty good, not perfect but certainly now more hospitable to human rather than bacterial occupation. Geoff was exhausted, his hangover nagged him and he could feel the alcohol oozing out of his pores as his domestic labours worked up a sweat. It was late and getting dark. He decided to call it a day and, now that the intimidating ring of scum around the tub had been removed, run a bath.
Lying back he felt the calming sensation of the bath bubbles gently popping in his ears and the warm water relaxing his muscles. He felt pleased with the results of his graft, at this rate he might actually get the place sorted, especially as there was no college with the spring break. But something was troubling him. The dress. He kept picturing it hanging there in the wardrobe, he wanted to go and see it again, touch it again. He dunked his head under the water to try and clear his thoughts, but this just prompted another puzzle. Where had the bottle of bubble bath mixture come from and why had he felt the need to pour the shimmery pink liquid into his bath. The flowery sweet smell was very calming but not exactly the most masculine fragrance.
He towelled himself dry, rinsed the bathtub, very aware, after all his hard work, of the need to keep things clean and tidy. In his room he managed to find a clean pair of boxers shoved at the back of the drawer. They were white with little red hearts all over them, an old Valentine ’s Day present, he had forgotten about. He changed his bed sheets, and gathered all his washing up separating it into neat piles of whites, colours and darks. He might as well get on top of that whilst he carried on the cleaning tomorrow.
It was only 9:30 but he needed an early night, and was soon asleep after what had been a traumatic day. Again the girls jiggled and giggled in his dream, but tonight he kept noticing their outfits, the clean lines of the swimsuits, how their hair was styled and such lovely nail varnish.
He ate a breakfast of granola and yoghurt, what a great idea to pick up some healthier food options at the store yesterday, he needed to detox after so many weeks of abusing his body. Then Geoff was straight back to work. The first load of washing was going before 7:30 am, a time of day he had previously only ever heard about, and he was now attacking the lounge. He filled two trash bags with pizza boxes alone and two more contained beer and coke cans. Usually the xbox would have too big a distraction and the cleaning put on hold to just play an hour or two (or three or four, or five or six) of some MMO or action RPG but today he just needed to clean. In fact the only time he interacted with the Xbox was to tidy the cables, dust it and put the controllers away in a cute little box he had found during his sorting.
It was as moved the couch that he made another troubling discovery. Pulling the cushions off to give it a proper clean he not only uncovered a few more cans, some loose change and various candy wrappers but a swatch of white lace with a black ribbon running through it all attached to what looked like a headband. It took him a while to process what it was, mostly because it was so out of place. But there was no mistaking, it was a headpiece for a maid uniform and not just any old uniform one of those French maid ones. How long had that been there, and where had it come from. The couch had been in the flat when he and Steve began renting a year ago but he knew he had lifted the cushions several times, searching for the TV remote or enough money to scrape together for a takeaway. It must be something to do with that dress, what had Steve got up to when he was out?
Geoff could not bring himself to bin the headpiece so with a certain trepidation he took it upstairs to put it the wardrobe. “Better to keep these things together just in case the owner wants them back” he thought to himself. It was still hanging their just as his mind was constantly picturing, why was this dress affecting him so much. It was just a dumb piece of material, soft velvety material so pretty. He threw the head piece in the wardrobe and slammed the door shut, but as he turned to storm out he found he could not handle the thought of the headpiece just crumpled on the floor of the wardrobe, he had to go back and at least put it somewhere tidy. Keeping his mind fixed on the job in hand returned and found immense satisfaction when his discovered the dress’ hanger had a little plastic tab designed to hold the headpiece. With things in order he was able to carry on with his work downstairs.
Geoff ate his light salad lunch sitting at the kitchen table, knees together, back straight taking small dainty bites washed down with a glass of tap water. He didn’t even notice the oddity of this as he was busy planning the afternoon’s cleaning campaign. He washed and dried his lunch plate and fork and headed into the utility room to swap and sort the washing loads. He had run the white load first as to be fair it did not consist of a lot, just a few t-shirts, a couple of pillow cases and some tighty-whites he wore for the occasional times he did any kind of sport. So the long white stockings where very obvious as he pulled his stuff out of the machine. He dropped everything into the washing basket and carefully pulled out the offending items to inspect them. They were long socks that looked like they would stretch to above the knee topped with a lacy edge threaded with a black ribbon, very similar to the headpiece he had found in the couch. His heart was racing now, these stockings were certainly not in the pile of clothes he had put in the machine, the only explanation he could fathom was they had already been in there, but he could not work out how or why.
He carefully hung them on the clothes rack to dry, and tried to focus on his own washing. Things were not right but the day was getting away from him and he only had tomorrow to get everything done. The kitchen was an almighty battle, just clearing away the rubbish and out of date items took an hour and then every cupboard had to be emptied and wiped down before the washing up could be put away. Geoff nearly gagged sorting the fridge, and wondered why Star trek had to go into space to find ‘strange new life forms’ when there were plenty growing there. He did the best he could with the cooker and microwave, promising himself that he would do a thorough job as soon as he had more time.
With the kitchen finally sorted it was only as he was taking the trash bags out Geoff that realised he had forgotten to put any pants on this morning. He was wearing an overlarge t-shirt, it might have been one of Steve’s mixed up in his stuff as it came down to his mid-thigh this coupled with his bare legs gave it the appearance of a shapeless dress. Thank goodness he had not had to answer the door and had realised before anyone saw him, I mean how embarrassing to look such a state, and his hair was probably greasy as well. He put it down to tiredness and decided he would tackle the dusting and vacuuming tomorrow. That still left the washing in the Utility room and of course the stockings. Trying to focus, Geoff averted his gaze from the drying rack and sorted the tumble drier neatly folding clothes humming to himself trying not to think about anything and definitely not about the dress, and stockings and headpiece and panties.
“Panties!” the headache that had been forming in Geoff’s head intensified as his hands unfolded a pair of white voluminous ruffled panties, trimmed with lace and ribbons. He could barely process what he was holding, it was like an explosion of girly frou frou. Almost as if in a trance he took the panties and the stockings up to Steve’s old room. He carefully hung the stockings over the back of the chair and laid the panties on the bed.
Still in the t-shirt with no pants, and with no supper, he climbed into his own bed and curled himself into a ball cuddling his pillow and fell into a disturbed sleep.
The door opened softly and Ms Godiva moved with silent grace through the house. She checked on the boy sleeping and smiled to herself. But she did not linger pulling the door softly closed she entered the spare bedroom. Her ruby red lips smiled as she saw the ruffled panties so carefully laid out on the bed and the over the knee socks, she had planted in the washing machine yesterday, so carefully hung up.
She placed her oversized smart black handbag on the bed and pulled out a pair of patent leather low heeled mary-jane styled shoes placing them beside the chair. Opening the bottom drawer she removed a mass of lace edged chiffon that taking a spare hanger she hung up to reveal a flouncy bouncy petticoat. “How did he miss this” she muttered to herself as she latched the hanger over one of the wardrobe doors so that it hung gracefully on the outside. She then took the black dress out of the wardrobe and hung on the other door so that the feminine charms of both were visible side by side to anyone entering the room.
Finally she took a parcel wrapped in tissue paper from her bag and unfolded a full length white apron and laid it next to the panties carefully arranging the frills on the shoulder straps and brushing out the creases.
Satisfied she had arranged things just so she made her way to the bathroom, pleased to see the improvement her little cleaner had made. Here she took a selection of toiletries and arranged them in the bathroom cabinet, laying a pink handled razor on the sink.
Before leaving she ignored the electrical safety warning sign and unlocked a small cabinet on the wall of the kitchen just above fridge. She checked audio output control and the video input jack checking the feed to her smartphone app was working properly. She selected programme 3 enactment of implanted suggestions, secured the cabinet and slipped out of the house.
It was a few more hours until Geoff stirred, his headache had stopped pounding but he felt fuzzy as though he were slightly detached from the world, looking in at himself from outside. After quick breakfast to satiate his rumbling tummy he decided a shower might clear his head. He had been wearing the same t-shirt for the last 24 hours and he felt a need to clean and scrub himself.
The hot water pounded his neck and shoulders whilst he thoroughly exfoliated his skin with the scrubbing mitt and the strawberry sweetie body wash he had found in the cabinet. He was not a hairy guy but today his legs seemed like a gorilla’s. Spying the razor on the sink he pondered how much nicer it would be to shave them, after all it was perfectly natural, sportsmen everywhere seemed to be doing it nowadays.
His smooth legs felt great and even better when he had moisturized them. He wondered why he had never done this before. Sucking in his small tummy he thought about looking after himself better in the future, more exercise, maybe aerobics or yoga or something. Without thinking he wrapped the towel around his chest rather than his waist. Then looking in the mirror he brushed his conditioned hair and wondered about a new style, not too much off, he liked that it was getting a bit longer, but maybe highlights or some layering. As he applied some tinted moisturizer he wondered if he should get his eyebrows done professionally, they were looking a little unruly even after a minute or so pampering them. Finally a little bit of lip balm would not go amiss as they looked a little dry. He was only cleaning the house so it did not matter about the glossy sparkle it gave them and he rather liked the tingling sensation he felt, presumably from the bit that promised plumper more kissable lips.
Happy with his new bathroom routine he returned to his room. Only he didn’t. For some reason he turned right not left and found himself standing in Steve’s old room looking directly at that dress. Not only that but several other items that he could have sworn were not there last night when he had gone to bed. For a moment fear and panic rose inside him, he wanted to run, run from this room, run from this house. Get as far away from here as possible. But as these feelings bubbled to the surface he felt a calmness wash over him, no need to run, it’s only a few harmless pretty things, nothing to be scared of. Following the wave of calmness was a little sense of excitement, a little voice in his head “there’s no one else here, you’re all alone in the house, all day, such pretty things, so soft, so delicate, so girly”
“All I have to do today is dust and vacuum,” he thought, “how much more fun would it be to do that dressed as a sexy maid”. The urge to try it all on was too much, he couldn’t, and indeed, did not want to fight it any more. The towel dropped to the floor and he slid the soft white ruffled panties on, covering his growing excitement that poked at the front. “I’ll have to tuck that away in a bit or it will spoil my lines,” he said to himself sitting in the chair to put on the stockings. Having never worn such things before it took a bit of trial and error to get them into place but he soon discovered it was easier if he rolled them up his legs rather than tugging the tops. Tying the ribbon, and a clever bit of grippy rubber on the inside at the top held the stockings just above his knee. He felt pleased that he had shaved his legs so that unsightly hairs did not ruin the look. The shoes were a perfect fit although the small heel made his walk across the room a little unsteady. As a result it took a few attempts and a balancing hand on the bed for him to be able to place each leg into the petticoats before he could pull them up over the frilly bottom of the panties. Once in position he could no longer see his feet as layers and layers of white fabric stuck out sideways forming a lace bordered chiffon circle around his otherwise narrow hips.
Taking the dress down from its hanger he could feel the softness in his hands. On the back he pulled down the zipper and pondered the best way to put it on. In the end he opted for pulling it over his head reckoning it would be easier than trying to get it over his petticoats. It was not the most dignified sight as he stumbled around in the heels, the petticoats bobbing up and down, with the dress up around his head. Eventually he managed to get his arms into the puffed sleeves and work the whole thing down his torso. Pulling the zipper back up was another small battle but at last he was in and able to turn his attention to the apron. For something so simple it took him a while to work out how it was supposed to be worn but eventually he tied ribbons in a large floppy bow behind his back. Finally he slid the head piece into place to top off the whole ensemble.
With no mirror in the room Geoff adjusted the outfit as best he could fussing with the frills on the apron, making sure the dress sat properly on top of the petticoats with the lace trim just peeking out around the edge. He could not do anything about the looseness of the fabric around his chest and wondered if he could ask Ms Godiva to borrow a bra. He quickly dismissed the idea as ridiculous, she was far too well-endowed to have anything suitable for him.
Getting down the stairs was a little tricky and he was forced to take small dainty steps holding tightly onto the walls and banister to make sure he did not fall. He dug out the vacuum cleaner from the understairs cupboard. It was of course buried at the back under several boxes and Geoff could not remember if it had ever been used. He was over joyed to also find some furniture polish and a feather duster it seemed today was smiling on him he thought.
It was around lunchtime Geoff was bent over running the duster over the Hallway skirting boards when he froze.
“Oh Geoff, you look fantastic my dear, or at least your little ruffled bottom does”
It was Ms Godiva, what the hell was she doing here, it was only Tuesday and worse she was not alone. His head around his knees, his bum in the air, she and whoever was with her must have been a getting a right eyeful as the short dress and petticoats were flipped up exposing his panties.
“Don’t be shy sweetie, stand up now. I have someone I want you to meet”
Geoff felt compelled to do as he was asked, standing up and turning around with his gaze fixed to the floor whilst his cheeks burnt scarlet with shame.
“Geoff, this is Miss Amber she is keen to meet you” Geoff tried to fight a sudden and strange urge to curtsy resulting in a clumsy wobble that was only saved by the grasp of a beautifully manicured hand.
“Easy there my little one” Ms Amber helped him regain his balance then gently placing her hand on his chin she lifted his gaze from the floor. It must have been the midday sun streaming through the doorway but Geoff’s eyes looked up to see the face of an angel surrounded by a halo of bright light. And with that his knees buckled and he fainted into her arms.
“Very malleable ”
“quickest reprogramming I have ever seen”
“Remarkable progress in days”
“never done a boy before”
“Yes a real cutie too, might do one for myself”
“devoted service or full money back guarantee”
Geoff could only make out snippets of the conversation coming from the kitchen and they made no sense in his groggy state. He found himself laying on the couch the petticoats and his dress pouffed up around him. The ladies, hearing him stir, came through.
“Oh good Geoff, you are back with us. I am so sorry we surprised you like that I should have phoned. Still you have done an excellent job on the house and I must say your new look suits you.”
Standing up Geoff blushed, but weirdly inside he had a feeling of pride not embarrassment
“Anyway I have great news for you, Ms Amber has decided to come and live with you, at least for the next six months. I am sure you will make her feel at home and help her settle in won’t you sweetie.”
Geoff nodded
“Won’t you sweetie” Ms Godiva repeated with a bit more emphasis
“Yes Mistress Godiva, yes Miss Amber”
This time he managed to complete the curtsey, taking the hem of this dress demurely in each hand and placing his left leg behind his right he lowered his body and dipped his head.
“good girl, good girl”