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Healing Cousin George
by Karin Roberts
New Tactics
I'm not sure why I choose the path that I choose that morning, maybe it
was born out of some frustration of the situation that I found myself in or
the deep desire to keep a loving family together. However I do now that I
have never regretted it since.
The morning began just as any other day had, George was gone by the time
I woke. I checked on Melissa, got her dressed and then made some breakfast.
Our usual morning routine of frolicking around in the house before a short
walk in the buggy down the farm road, stopping to watch the cows in the
field Melissa giggling and pointing at the animals trying to take in the
scenes and sights around her as a child does. By the time we had arrived
back at the house Melissa was out cold, carefully lifting her out of the
buggy I carried her upstairs and put her down in her cot.
Leaving the door open so I could hear her if she woke up, I climbed the
few steps to the loft and opened the door. I was not sure what I was about
to do was right or sensible but the idea sounded good in my head. Opening
the box's containing Grace's clothes I selected a few items including shoes
there, was a toilet bag containing some cosmetics and underwear, off to the
right I spotted a shelf where there was what appeared to be a couple oh
heads on the shelf, crossing over to my surprise I found that they were two
wig stands one with a golden blonde wig ant the other with a light brown
wig, both around shoulder length thick and luscious hair with a fringe that
swept across the wig stand. Collecting everything I had picked up I left the
room and closed the door.
Walking in to the bathroom my heart was thumping, was I right, how mad
was this idea, I thought to myself. Removing my clothes I stripped off and
began to dress. The underwear in place I padded the bra with some rolled up
socks I had taken from my room and then pulled the black shiny cap sleeve
blouse over my shoulders and fastened the buttons. Pulling on some tan
tights I slipped the blue denim skirt up my legs. It was a slight struggle
to button fastened at the back and the zip fully up, but eventually I
managed it. I stepped into the two inch kitten heeled shoes I had chosen, a
bit tight I thought and a bit wobbly but a couple of minutes of walking
around the bath room and I had perfected my balance.
I left the bathroom and went into George's room where there was a
mirrored dressing table which I presumed that Grace had used many times.
Sitting down I opened the cosmetics bag and looked at the product's in front
of me. I had used make up before as a member of the college drama group we
had frequently put on play's where some sort of stage make up was required
so I had a fair idea of what I was doing. Twenty minutes later I was pulling
on the wig.
The wig in place looking in the mirror I caught my breath, "Jesus I
thought you really look like a woman" I said. Looking through a couple of
drawers in the dresser I came across a jewel box opening it I found what
must have been Graces, jewellery collection. There was not a great deal but
I found a gold watch with an expanding band a couple of gold bangles a gold
chain and a pair of simple gold leaf earring's with clips. Putting on the
jewellery I stood up and sprayed some perfume on my hands and neck that I
had found upstairs. Looking in the full length wardrobe mirror I was stunned
to see a female looking back at me, Ok not the most shapely woman in the
world but one that would definitely not be read as a guy in a dress.
Melissa stirred me into action as I heard her gently sob, through the
open bathroom door. I turned and walked towards her room, entering I picked
her up my change in appearance had no obvious effect on her a couple of
soothing words as I cradled her to me fake boobs and she was once again
peaceful. I carried her downstairs and deposited her in her buggy pushing
the buggy into the conservatory to catch some afternoon sunlight.I pushed
the buggy up beside the settee and sat down crossing my legs in a ladylike
manner was a surprising reaction. I pulled over a TV magazine from the
coffee table and started to glance through it. Melissa stirred "What's wrong
darling, you want some juice" I asked getting up I left the conservatory and
went to get her bottle picking taking it from the fridge I returned towards
the conservatory and opened the door. A rap on the window, I looked up and
stared ahead caught like a rabbit in headlights I stood transfixed, there at
the window stood a smartly dressed female smiling towards me and gesturing
for me to open the door.
She gestures towards the door again and I awoke from my trance like state
and put the bottle down on the table and walked towards the door, "Christ
I've blown it now" I said quietly to myself as I reached the patio windows.
I turned the catch and pushed the door open, she stepped towards me "Hi I'm
Amanda" she said offering me her hand "Eh Alex" I said "you startled me a
bit I wasn't expecting you" I continued. "Just thought I'd pop by see if
George is around and how this lovely baby is" she said moving past me and
towards Melissa. Crouching in front of her she put out her hand and made
some of those annoying noises that adult's make expecting babies to
understand them. She turned "George didn't mention you were a girl" she said
with an edge in her voice. Girl did she just say, I'd pulled it off she
thought I was a girl, I relaxed slightly "Didn't he, Alex is short for
Alexandria" I said, "would you like a coffee" I asked "Yeah that would be
nice milk and no sugar please, we need to look after our figures" she said
through a slightly forced smile "Ok, back in a minute" I said walking
towards the kitchen.
I busied my self with the kettle in the kitchen, I'd got away with it I
thought she really thinks I'm a girl I thought as the water boiled and I
spooned some coffee into two mugs. "just stay calm" I said to myself act
naturally she won't stay long. Picking up the cups I walked back to the
conservatory and went in, Amanda was sitting on the settee her briefcase by
her feet, I handed her the cup and sat on the opposite settee putting the
hot cup on a coaster I sat down being sure to cross my legs in a lady like
manner. "George not here then" she asked sipping her coffee and looking
around "No out in the fields" I said thinking how daft a question that was
he's a farmer for gods sake where else would he be. She went on "We had a
great night the other week there down the pub, he's so nice, Isn't he" ,
"Yeah I suppose so" I said sounding disinterested. "You got a boyfriend" she
asked, god she's fishing I said "No not just now" I answered. "You'll need
to come down the village with us one night, I'll find you a nice young local
man" she replied. "Eh I'm quite happy as I am" I said "Fair enough, Melissa
looks well" shea said glancing round at her quickly. Finally I thought, it's
your job to monitor her welfare, glad to see your interested, " Yes she's
really well, such a darling I love her to bits." She opened her purse and
took out a pack of cigarettes "You mind" she asked "Eh well I'd rather you
stepped outside, Melissa's here," "Oh yeah", I forgot she said as she rose I
got up with her and we both moved towards the door and stepped out onto the
patio. "You smoke" she asked offering them towards me "Only when I'm out" I
replied and declined she took one out and lit up.
We stood outside in silence as she finished her cigarette and coffee, "I
better be off the, some other calls to make, nice to meet you," she said
handing me the cup and walking back inside she picked up her case and walked
back to the door. "Tell George I popped buy and I'll call him, we can go out
this weekend, if you change your mind remember come along" she said with
another forced smile "I will" I replied as I slid the door shut and she
walked off. Back inside I sat down and drank the last of luke warm coffee
and then it hit me in full, what the hell have I done George will go mad
when I tell him and how do I explain this I thought looking down at the
denim skirt and my tan coloured legs. More importantly how can I go back now
that I've met Amanda.
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