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Date: Tue, 12 May 1998 22:48:20 +0100 (BST)
From: Amanda Walker <Amanda.Walker@pemail.net>
Subject: Late Again
A little tale where a naughty boy gets his comuppance. No naughtiness or
rudeness.
Late Again
Alan was pedalling very hard into the wind. He was late, again, very late.
His job at 'Trimble's' sea-front cafe was on the line, he had had his final
warning last weekend and still he had overslept. Now as he came within the last
half-mile the clouds that had been dark and threatening did the business and a
torrential downpour soaked him to the skin. His waiters uniform of white shirt
and dark trousers were dripping wet.
He got to the yard at the back of the cafe and parked his bike in the shed; he
then made his way into the rear of the building.
"What are you like?" laughed Jenny and Sandra "Miss Trimble is on the warpath
and she's looking for you!"
"Oh I know, I know. I'm late again, and I can't work wearing these clothes can
I?" Just then Miss Trimble's voice came booming out "Where is that miserable
Boy, why do I bother employing useless Boys?"
"Alan, Shhh! Quickly, get in the changing room we'll have to find you something
to change into! Get those wet things off." Alan grateful for their help dashed
into the side room and removed his clothes down to his underwear although even
that was wet. Jenny took his wet clothes and said she would put them to dry
After Miss Trimble had gone away Jenny appeared to have an idea and whispered it
to Sandra, the girls giggled at their plan and went to collect what they needed.
"We've got a solution to your problem," Said Jenny, "We've got some clothes for
you to wear. First put these panties on and dry yourself on this towel." Well
what harm can there be, he thought, the panties were PINK but otherwise much
like the pants he normally wore. "Are you respectable?" Jenny asked.
"Yes. It's OK." He replied.
"OK now for your surprise! Put these on." She handed him a pair of black opaque
tights. "But I can't wear these they're girls clothes!" he cried. "Now just look
here matey the plan is this, there are no boy clothes here, Miss Trimble's going
bananas and you will do what we say or you won't get your old clothes back. You
are going to be your cousin Angie who has come to take over because you are ill.
I've told Miss and she is happy with the arrangement. We've got a waitress dress
for you and with a bit of makeup you'll pass easily." He hung his head there
didn't seem to be any way out of this, here he was sat in nothing but pink
panties, he couldn't leave.
"Look don't worry we're not trying to make fun of you, just save your job. Put
the tights on and then stand up." The tights slid on easily, in fact they felt
quite nice. "Now raise your arms," She slid a bra over his shoulders and
fastened it quickly, she then filled the cups with two pairs of rolled up
panties. The underwear was finished off with a black silky cami-top and matching
underskirt. He was not prepared for how the clothes felt against his body, he
had never tried this before and it was all very confusing.
"OK so far? Now for the frock!" The dress was black with long sleeves in a
traditional Victorian style, very fitted to his new curves and hung just below
the knee. A white lace-trimmed apron was wrapped around his waist and the top
part was pinned over his bust. "Sandra will do your hair and make-up I'll just
go and get some shoes for you."
He was left alone for a moment. Admiring his new looks in the mirror. Perhaps
this wasn't too bad, just for one day, it would be a bit of a laugh.
Sandra came in and started on his hair, it was drying quickly after the rain.
She gave him a centre parting and styled it into a bob, then gave it a quick
blast with hair spray. The make-up she kept simple, a hint of eye shadow, a
little mascara and a light pink lipstick. To finish she clipped a lace cap on
his head and added a pair of clip-on earrings. He looked in mirror again and at
first glance didn't recognise himself, only when the 'girl' moved did he realise
what the Sandra had achieved. Jenny returned with some low-heeled black court
shoes, which were a little, tight but allowed him to walk comfortably.
"Where did you girls come by all this stuff?" he asked.
"Girls are always prepared for emergencies!" Jenny replied " but I've got to
admit that this is a new one on me."
"Let's go ANGIE. Don't forget your new name. We'll present you to Miss and
pretend to show you how to do everything, you can say Alan has already told you
what to do."
He appeared to pass muster with Miss Trimble and soon the cafe opened and the
day was one long whirl until he took a break with the two girls after 2 o'clock.
"How's it going then?" asked Jenny.
"I got to be honest. I'm very surprised. At first I was embarrassed, but once I
realised no one noticed anything wrong I just relaxed and enjoyed it. I was
treated much better than when I'm a boy, but I did notice a few of the customers
touching me up, just by accident of course."
"Oh that happens all the time, men are so pathetic. Sorry I forgot! Perhaps YOU
should take it as a compliment on being such a convincing girl."
They finished the afternoon shift and the cafe closed at 5 O'clock. Miss Trimble
thanked them for their efforts and asked 'Angie' to come and see her after they
had cleared up.
"Angie, I must say I am very pleased with your work, so much better than that
lazy cousin of yours. I now know that he's been messing us all about, I was
concerned about him so I rang his mother. She said that as far as she knew he
had gone to work, he certainly wasn't at home. For this reason I have finally
decided to get rid of him, if you want the job it's yours."
Alan was stunned; this wasn't the way things were supposed to go. Here he was
dressed as 'Angie' being offered his own job. He didn't want to lose it, but how
could he take it. One day dressing up had been a bit of fun but he couldn't keep
doing this every weekend.
"Lost your voice Girl?"
"Err. No. It's just that I hadn't thought about doing this permanently. I
thought that I was just helping Alan out for one day. Can I think about it?"
"Well I would need you tomorrow if you'll agree and I'll pay you 20% more than
Alan if that would help, I get at least 20% more work out of you. Go and get
changed and think about it. Whatever you decide thank-you for today, I'll give
you your wages for today and the money I owe Alan when you leave."
Now he was in total confusion. He hadn't had time to think about going home,
what would he wear? He hoped the girls hadn't already left.
They were waiting for him in the changing room.
"What did she say?" asked Sandra
"She offered Angie the job. She's fired Alan! What am I going to do? I've got to
decide before I leave tonight, also what am I going to wear?"
"Don't worry about the clothes I've got a spare denim skirt and a sweatshirt you
can borrow. Your trousers and shirt are dry, you can change back at my house,
Mum & Dad won't be in until later." said Jenny. "About the job, say you'll do
tomorrow as well to see how you like it and then after that you'll think about
taking it permanently. We can use the time to work out a plan to get 'Alan' his
job back.
He changed then collected Angie's (& Alan's) wages and told Miss what the girls
had suggested. She seemed content with that arrangement and he left with the two
girls.
Miss Trimble smiled as they left. They'd stitched him up good and proper, she
thought as she watched the video of her new waitress taken on the cafe's
security camera.