Becoming Amy

I started to buy myself some clothes to dress in. First it was a pair of pink frilly knickers and matching bra. I wore them a couple of times when I was home alone, hiding them away in an old briefcase when I wasn’t wearing them. Then I bought some white stockings with a ring of ruffled lace round the tops with a pretty pink bow. And a pink lace suspender belt. The colour didn’t quite match the knickers and bra, but it was close enough. A few weeks later I saw a really short pink and black tartan knife pleated skirt in a shop window and I just had to have it. I bought a white blouse at the same time. I didn’t wear them straight away but stashed them in the briefcase with the rest. Before I was prepared to wear them I knew I needed shoes to go with them. That took me months. I’d constantly looked, and though I kept finding ones that would go perfectly the stores never carried them in my size.

I took to looking online and soon I found the name and address of a shop that was fairly near to me that specialized in women’s clothes in men’s sizes. They had lots of lovely pairs of shoes but were so expensive. So I saved some money up on the side and bought a pair of black patent leather high heeled Mary Jane’s. On the way home I stopped in a local sex shop and bought a 9 inch dildo and a bumper box of condoms. I got home that day a little before Sam so the condoms and dildo went in the case, which was now almost bursting with my secret girly stash, and hid the shoes just inside the attic where I knew Sam would never go. That night I told Sam I was going to visit my mother. I had no intention of actually going but knew Sam would take the opportunity to visit one of her friends.

I barely slept that night. I just kept imagining what I’d be doing the next day. So instead I ended up tossing and turning till morning, which agonizingly crept in. But eventually it did come. Sam rolled over on the verge of waking and I just stared at her beautiful face.