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Date: Wed, 07 Mar 2001 14:24:08 -0000
From: Anna Nobust <nobust@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Paper Shop
THE PAPER SHOP
CHAPTER 1
MEETING CARL
Why is it so difficult to get kids to deliver the papers now, I
think that they all get far too much pocket money and don't need to work
for the things they want. When I was a kid having a paper round was the
only way to survive.
When I took over the village store which was also the local
newsagents I didn't anticipate getting teenagers to deliver the papers
would be too hard but after three solid weeks of advertising I was rapidly
giving up hope of getting anyone and having to do it all myself first thing
in the morning was becoming extremely tiring and tedious.
Then one morning as I returned to the shop at about eight o'clock,
having once again done all the deliveries myself, I found a lad waiting for
me.
"Hi" he said "My name's Carl and I wondered if you're still looking
for paper boys."
"Yes I am Carl" I replied "Do you want to come in?"
Carl followed me into the shop and we discussed wages and so on. I
made it plain that I needed someone who was reliable and wouldn't let me
down at the last minute and asked him how old he was and whether his
parents minded him doing a job.
"I'm fourteen," he said "and both my parents are dead. I live with
my aunt and she really doesn't care what I do with myself as long as I keep
out of her way."
"OK." I replied "I'm sorry to hear about your parents and your
aunt's reactions to you, but your welcome to start with me whenever you
like."
"Tomorrow morning OK?" he asked
"Great, I'll see you at six forty-five"
And so he left and went on his way, presumably to school, and I
opened up the shop ready for the day's customers.
As the day went on I made enquiries about Carl and it turned out
that he was reasonably well known by other people in the village and was
extremely well liked, the exact opposite to his aunt who by all accounts
was an old battle axe who liked nobody and was, as one of my customers
described her, 'The rudest woman it's ever been my misfortune to meet'.
It turned out that Carl's father had died when Carl was very young
from a rare tropical disease he had caught in Malaysia, and his mother,
struggling to bring up Carl and his elder sister, Jennifer, on her own, had
been killed in a motorway accident a year ago. After the accident Carl and
Jennifer moved to our village to live with their aunt.
Jennifer, who was seventeen, had just left school and had started
work as a junior in a solicitor's office in a nearby town. I was told that
she was a very good looking girl and seemed to be extremely close to her
brother who she felt truly sorry for because of her aunt's reaction to
him. Jennifer, apparently, was the only person Aunt Clara got on with, if
anything, to Carl's detriment.
Exactly at six forty-five the following morning the shop door
opened and in walked Carl. Being so desperate for staff I hadn't really
looked at Carl the previous day but now I did. He was about five foot four
and slim. He had fairly long, very blonde hair which had a natural wave in
it. His fingers were long on slender hands and his nails didn't look like a
fourteen year old boys nails, they almost looked as if they were
manicured. The more I looked at him, the more I thought how easy it would
be to mistake him for a girl. He was wearing a brightly coloured ski jacket
and underneath was a crisp, well ironed white shirt. His charcoal grey
trousers had a very sharp crease and his black shoes were well polished.
"Your aunt may not care where you go and what you do," I said "But
she certainly sends you out looking smart."
"Oh, you mean the crease in my trousers?" he asked "I do those
myself."
"Not only your trousers" I said "But also your shirt is beautifully
crisp and well pressed, and your nails look as if they've been manicured."
"My sister does my nails for me." he said "and quite a few other
things, but I do all my own washing and ironing now Mum's dead, I did the
shirt. Auntie really couldn't care if I went to school filthy and untidy
or even if I went naked."
I felt sorry for the lad, at fourteen he should be enjoying life,
not doing all the chores, but there were papers to be delivered. I showed
Carl the book where the paper orders are entered and we set to work sorting
out the correct paper for the correct house, putting them in order and
writing the house number on the top right hand corner. Carl put the papers
in the bag and, insisting that he didn't need me to come with him on his
first morning, set off to deliver them.
He was back by eight. "Done those." He said "Anything else need
doing?"
"No" I replied "If you've done all the papers. You were very quick"
I added having visions of people having the wrong papers.
"Piece of cake" he said, "I'm going to be very early for school if
I leave now, are you sure there's nothing else to be done?"
So I set him to work in the shop putting things out on the shelves
and so on. This is how it went for some weeks. Carl became my right hand
man and I was getting praise from nearly all the customers for early paper
deliveries and not one complaint for an incorrect delivery.
The school holidays came and so did Carl's fifteenth birthday. Carl
was delivering the papers and then staying on to work in the shop until he
got fed up.
One Wednesday, which is the only day I don't open the shop, Carl
came back from doing his deliveries and was soaked through. He had been
caught in a downpour.
"You had better go up to the flat" I said referring to my living
accommodation above the shop, "and get yourself dried off a bit."
"Sure you don't mind?" he asked
"No problem" I replied "I can't afford to have you away from
work. Have a shower if you want to, you'll find a clean towel in the
bathroom cupboard."
Carl went through the private door at the end of the shop and I
carried on with my work.
After about ten minutes I thought it was time to start my day off
and so I went up to the flat. I sat on the settee and had just started to
read the paper when in walked Carl with just a towel wrapped round himself.
"My clothes are too wet to put back on" he said "Is there anyway I
can dry them a little?"
"Give them to me" I said, "I'll put them over the radiator."
He passed me his trousers and shirt but seemed reluctant to give me
his pants. I put his trousers and shirt over the radiator and held out my
hand for the rest of his things. He still seemed reluctant to pass his
pants over but eventually, with a very embarrassed look he did so. They
were little pink, lacy nylon girls panties. I looked at him and he lifted
his eyes to mine. "I prefer to wear them." he said and continued "They
belong to Jenny, my sister, she lends them to me, she lets me wear lots of
her clothes."
"Do you prefer to wear Jennys' clothes to your own?" I enquired
"Yes" the reply was a long time in coming and even then very
quietly spoken.
"What other clothes of hers do you wear?"
"Everything. Jenny dresses me in her things when aunt Clara goes
out in the evening, she also does my face up with all her make-up."
"Do you wear all her undies?" I found myself getting quite excited.
"Yes, and top clothes. The night before last Aunt Clara went out
and Jenny made my face up with foundation, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow,
lipstick and blusher. She then styled my hair as best she could without
cutting it and dressed me in her best undies. They are a lovely black silk
set with red lacy trimming. She put the bustierre on me but had to pad
that. She also put on me her matching suspenders and french knickers as
well as some lacy top black stockings. Then she dressed me in a cream silk
blouse and a little flared black skirt. I take the same size shoes as her
so I put on her three inch cream court shoes to match the blouse."
I was getting quite an erection imagining Carl dressed like that
and asked "Do you look pretty when you're dressed like a girl?"
"Jenny says I do." he replied "She calls me Carol and refers to me
as her sister. She says it's a pity I don't have any boobs though and she
is trying to get me some hormone pills from a client where she works."
"Do you prefer to be Carol or Carl?" I asked
He smiled as he thought about it "Very, very definitely Carol!"
there was absolutely no doubt in his mind at all. "I'm glad you know about
me now. You're not going to sack me or anything are you?"
"Not one chance in ten million" I replied "I hope you don't mind
but I'm fascinated by your story, I'd love to see you dressed up and any
time you want to be a girl when you're here feel free to come up to the
flat and wear whatever you want to."
He heaved a great sigh of relief. "Jenny said I should tell you" he
said "Can I suggest to her that we come round here and she can make me up
and dress me? It would save having to wait for auntie to go out all the
time."
And so it was agreed, Carl would make arrangements with his sister
Jenny and they would come round to my flat one evening and Carl would be
transformed into Carol for me to give my opinion of his femininity.
CHAPTER 2
MEETING CAROL
It was the following Thursday that Carl came back from delivering
the papers and said to me "Is it OK. for Jenny and me to come round this
evening after tea?"
"Yes fine." I replied, "Are you going to bring all your things with
you?"
"If it's still all right." he said "Jenny's a little bit worried
about your reaction though, it's probably because she's never met you. You
won't be cross will you when you see how she makes me look?"
"I promise." I replied. "Tell Jenny not to worry. Tell her I'm
looking forward to meeting her very much and also to meeting her little
sister!"
Carl looked relieved but didn't say any more, he just got on with
topping the shelves up whilst he hummed to himself. He had the most
strange contented look on his face as he worked.
At six-thirty that evening the bell went and I answered the door.
Carl stood there with a gorgeous young girl.
"Hi" he said "This is Jenny my sister, and Jenny this is Ralph my
boss."
Jenny was a stunner, she was wearing a thin, grey jersey dress with
a flared skirt. It was belted at the waist and clung to her like a second
skin. She was slim without being skinny and her breasts were on the small
side but perfectly firm and proud. I could tell her breasts were firm
because she wasn't wearing a bra, a fact made evident by the sight of her
erect nipples being completely obvious through the material of the dress.
She was wearing light brown stockings, I knew they were stockings as the
shape of suspenders was just apparent when the breeze blew the skirt of her
dress against her legs, and grey court shoes which matched her dress. Her
left hand clutched a large shoulder bag which looked to be full to the
gunwales.
"Come in both of you." I instructed and they come into the shop.
"Take Jenny upstairs Carl, you know the way."
We all arrived in my living room. "Who wants a drink?" I asked
"Tea, coffee, beer, anything you want. How about you Jenny?" I looked at
her.
"Not just now thanks." she said and Carl mumbled something.
"What's that Carl?" I asked
"I'm ready to get changed." he replied
"Sorry" I said immediately realising Carl's impatience. He had
come round to change into Carol and that was all he was probably thinking
about. "I expect you're ready to change Carl." I added "Do you want to use
the bedroom? There's a good mirror in there and plenty of light."
"Great." said Jenny "Is it through here?" pointing at the doorway
to the hall
"Yes" I said "Into the hall and then second on the right."
Jenny and Carl disappeared through the door along with Jenny's
massive shoulder bag and I settled down with the paper and tried to read.
It was impossible, between me imagining Carl as Carol and the giggles
coming from the bedroom I just couldn't concentrate.
After what seemed like half a lifetime but was in fact only
forty-five minutes Jenny came back into the room. "Would you like to meet
my sister Carol?" she looked straight into my eyes.
I wanted to shout "Yes I do!!" but restrained myself and joining in
on what, judging by the giggles, was a light hearted affair restricted
myself to saying "Only if she's as pretty as you Jenny."
"You must see for yourself Ralph." Jenny replied and turning
towards the hall doorway raised her voice slightly "Ralph's ready to meet
you Carol."
I heard a voice from the hall. It wasn't quite Carl's voice and it
wasn't not his voice either. I knew it was Carl but it was a little higher
pitched than usual "Are you sure Ralph? You won't be disappointed with
me?"
"Come on in Carol" I said "I'm really dying to meet you."
A few seconds passed and then the door was opened very, very
slowly. A face appeared around the edge of the door. It was Carl OK. but
not as I had ever seen him before. His face was superbly made up, not too
much, and not too little. The make up had made his features take on an
extremely feminine look. His hair had been groomed in a most feminine
manner, instead of it hanging long down the side of his head as he usually
wore it, it was now styled to give him a sweeping fringe which ran into the
hair on the right side of his face which had been brushed forward. The hair
on the left side had been brushed down over his ear and the whole lot had
been curled under at the bottom. I looked again at that face and hair and
knew I was looking at a beauty. I had no trouble thinking of this vision
as Carol, a girl.
"Come right on in Carol" I said "If the rest of you is as gorgeous
as your face I can't wait to see you."
And in she came. She was even more beautiful in her entirity. She
was wearing a slightly transparent silky white blouse with a sweetheart
neckline, through the blouse I could just make out black undies with red
trimming. Her skirt was in the same clinging jersey material as Jenny's
dress but was black and flared finishing just above her knees. The skirt
was separated from the blouse with a wide, black elastic belt with a gilt
buckle accentuating her trim girlish figure. She was wearing black seamed
stockings and black high heel court shoes.
I was amazed at the transformation from Carl to Carol. I just sat
in my chair transfixed as Carol walked around the room her skirt swishing
with every step.
"Do you like it?" Carol asked as she paraded past my chair. I
couldn't answer, I was too overcome but the sight of such a superb
creature. I tried to reply but all I succeeded in doing was opening my
mouth and drooling especially as Carol pivoted on her toes as she spoke and
her skirt flew up to reveal the lacy tops on her stockings and a beautiful
tight bottom encased in red nylon trimmed black silk.
"I think he likes it." Jenny intervened. "He's giving all the
signs of an appreciative male audience. His bottom lips touching the floor
and I do believe his trousers are getting just a little too tight for him."
with this Jenny did a whirl and her dress flew up to show her stocking tops
and an equally as perfect pert little bottom as Carol's encased in bright
red see through panties.
I could feel myself colouring up at Jenny's remark, I knew I was
getting an erection but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it
and when Carol came over , sat on my knee and put her arms around my neck
saying "I'm so happy Ralph, I so wanted you to like me as Carol." I very
nearly burst my zip and when she planted a big kiss on my lips I didn't
know if I should be happy because Carol was kissing me or repulsed because
Carl was. My body made up my mind for me, this was Carol, not Carl and I
responded by putting my arms around her waist and returning the kiss.
The kiss eventually ended and Carol got up from my knee, I could
see she was crying but I knew they were tears of joy, not sadness. Jenny
also noticed Carol's happiness and came over and gave me a kiss as well.
"Will you help me Ralph?" she asked
"With what?" I enquired
"With Carol's training of course." was the reply "For fifteen years
she's been treated as a boy when all the time she was a girl inside, now
she's got to learn how to act as a girl as well as being one. She need a
man and a woman, that's you and me, so she can learn how to act and behave
with both sexes"
"What would that entail?" I asked
"Just being you and pointing out when she doesn't act as she
should, or when she says something she shouldn't. I know how another girl
should act with me but I need a man to point out if she acts improperly.
Carol wants to live her life as a girl and she mustn't be found out."
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