Walter! Where to begin?….. I could describe him for you, but his future was set in place when his parents called him Walter, but here goes, He’s Tallish, thinish, weakish, always had longish hair, he said it made he feel like more of a rebel, like his favourite W.W.E star, he is a very “ish” kind of guy, the only thing he had going for him was, he was a “Pretty boy”, now some would say that isn’t a good thing for a boy but, it was the thing that got him to where he was today, a junior executive, at Lambert, Taylor and Jones. Walters early life wasn’t easy either, his father, ( Some would blame Walter for not being the son that he was hoping for ) left his family, to be with a woman who had a son called Jack, ( now that’s a strong name ) Jack would go on to be a very good college football player. This left Walter surrounded by women……strong women, everything he learned growing up was feminine related, crazy things like having to keep his legs together and folding his hands on his
His first reaction was one of disbelief he actually looked like a girl, with just makeup, “How can this be” he asked his sister? “Thats years of practice on my part” she answered “Is there no other way he can get the money back?” He pleaded “I’m afraid not” she said, “But on the other hand you do make a pretty girl” This was no consolation to Peter, Sandy took pity on her brother and suggested that he could get away with not having to wear a dress, as she passed him a pair of capri pants, he was at least grateful for that, she told him she had seen boys and girls wearing them she explained to Peter, It was now almost time to go to the salon, Sandy found him some shoes with a small heel that matched the pants, and went to get ready herself, twenty minutes later she was ready, she linked arms with her brother who now looked more like a sister and stood in front of the hall mirror before stepping out of the door. Peter was so glad to be wearing the small heel, after all his
My Five Days Being Olga, Part 11 by SfcSam1, literature
Literature
My Five Days Being Olga, Part 11
When I returned to my house, after trying on so many female clothes I was shattered, I knew I had overdone it but it was my first day as a woman what do you expect, I sat down on the couch after making a relaxing cup of tea, and reflected on my time in all the stores in the mall, the ones I had never dreamed of going into when dressed as a man. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world then then it happened, it was Sara my wife, she wanted to do a video chat, on line, I couldn’t change fast enough to answer her call and get changed into my male clothes so I did the next best thing, I put some tape over the camera on my device. “Hi Honey, how are things down there” I asked “I cant see you” she said “Oh really? hang on let me see if I can fix that……. What about now?” “No, still no joy” she said “Oh I’m sorry about that but I’m only in sweat pants and a top, believe me your not missing anything” and I gave a fake laugh… “So how are things? have you got to see your sister