LOCKED DOORS

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THE BEDROOM

The silent woman began to apply fresh lipstick to her dry lips……
It had been a long time since she had done so….she had been very young then; just learning on how…..she held the gold tube to her lip….hesitated….. and then began to apply the thick, waxy gel…..
There were some routines in life that one never forgets…..

The color was red….but not a bright real red….the crayon tip appeared more like the rich red of a merlot wine…. a dark bluish red
The lipstick tip looked like it had been well used ….it was half spent
She paused…..checked her first shaky attempts….dabbed and smeared a little more……just in case…and continued with more confidence

Yes, she liked that shade….it suited her…it was not too flashy….gaudy or slutty looking…..the lipstick gave her a more respectable look….
After all, she was not going to a date…..just an average girl….or in this case just a professional woman…. getting ready to go to work….just another normal morning in the rat race….

There had been a few lipsticks to choose from…quite a selection really….the little tubes were arranged on the ladies dressing table….laid out and available so that the woman who had owned then could make her lips suit any occasion…..and importantly….. any outfit

Satisfied with her choice…she extended the red tip a little more….twisting the base a few times… she slowly eased the gold tube over her once dry and chapped lips…..lips that had not experienced the glossy wax in a long time……for far too long…she tasted the lipstick on her tongue….so good….memories of a previous life came flooding back

The red wax crayon touched and colored her thin lips…she followed the contours of her mouth….thin lips on a wide mouth
She pressed her newly painted lips together… kneading them in sync, like women do……making sure the lipstick was absorbed, no uneven lines….

She scrutinized her work in the large mirror set on top of the vanity table….ah, not so good….she reached for a paper tissue from the box on the table…she was a little rusty……
Using the tissue she removed a wayward merlot colored speck of lipstick from the corner of her mouth…..done…..
The tissue was just discarded and dropped onto the beige carpeted bedroom floor
The woman’s bare, naked white knees were squeezed firmly together

A small flat screen TV….wall mounted and to her right…. boldly announced the morning news…..filling the bedroom with the daily forecast of doom and gloom

‘Day 97 of the far away war in Southern Ruritania…….Suzdalia under more sanctions…..there was grain shortage…possible worldwide famine….crippling inflation and petrol prices’
‘Covid was still at large…face masks were still advisable to protect the old and the unhealthy……blah Blah Blah ……as Greta would say’

Ah…she mused….that part of the world she had not missed….yet it all sounded very familiar….then….it had all been about deserts and Arabs….the oil being the only common denominator…..Why!.....there was even oil in the lipstick she had just carefully applied

She again scrutinized her reflection in the large square mirror

A double bed was reflected behind her….the bed clothes were crumpled….pillows askew….all the bed linen had recently looked used…all the bedding was in the neutral shades of brown and cream…..a framed painting of a landscape print hung on the wall above the dark wood headboard of the bed….
Wardrobes or closets had been built into on one side of the fair sized master bedroom….there were fake wooden chests of drawers against the other wall…….
All these wardrobes and chest high sets of drawers contained the personal clothing, adornments, accruements and the generally female trinkets owned by just one woman…..

The bedroom’s foremost window was in front of the vanity table….the curtains or drapes were drawn…white shades were pulled closed……net curtains also insulted one from being viewed from the outside……after all, any normal and modest woman did not want some ‘Peeping Tom’ looking at her in her underwear, or being seen semi naked as they paraded around in the sanctity and privacy of their own bedroom…….
One could not be too careful on who was taking an interest…and for what reason

Bedside lamps lit the room….the room was dim and shaded….but adequate light was cast for this woman to complete her makeover …..
She felt like she was being furtive…..secrets behind ‘closed doors’ …..like she was doing something bad….
Doing something somewhat sordid that would be frowned upon by other normal people…for she was not normal.

The room had a particular aroma to it…an atmosphere…….and a certain type of décor that demanded a certain type of decorum
It did not have a category or a name…..one could not be precise or exactly categorize the odor…but basically the room had the scent of a woman…..a woman had lived here
And this bedroom contained a woman’s secrets…the woman’s clothes..…therefore, the room reflected the woman’s temperament, her nature, her traits, her individuality ……..and very importantly the woman’s identity.
The bedroom was an intimate and private place…..a space that was not normally meant to be intruded upon….or violated in any way
The room belonged to the woman who lived there…..slept there……felt safe there….dressed there……and no one else
Unless of course, a stranger did have the skill, the gumption…….the lack of moral compass to invade, overwhelm and occupy….to usurp and replace that woman who had once lived there……maybe…..

The female who was dressing had the ultimate goal of transforming herself into the caricature and persona of a regular everyday woman……a woman she barely new….a woman she had seen only twice……but a woman she had new was coming…….a woman that she had been waiting for…a woman that no one really knew…….not yet

She desperately desired to be that average woman……just for a short time at least…..

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Just starting her day….the morning at the start of the working week…..and she had had to start from scratch……it had taken a lot of work…..hiding the ravages of the time lost……and her ordeal…hiding her real appearance….disguising herself so that no one would recognize her…and why would they when she would be dressed like any other woman….acting like any other woman would…..

She passed judgment on her new face….the lipstick had been the last touch….she had been sitting on the cushioned stool for quite some time…..she had plenty of time to kill……it was still early in the morning
She was surprised and happy with the general result that the heavy makeup could produce….
She looked at her new face in the reflection….
She had liberally helped herself to the generous selection of feminine cosmetic’s that had been on hand and laid out on the vanity table……ready for her immediate use
She had used rejuvenating face cream in the nearby walk in bathroom…….brushed her teeth……used mouth wash……she had used a ladies razor blade on her legs while still in the shower…….trimmed herself between her legs……hot water…..soap…….shampoo….so much luxury

Now she saw a woman’s lips on a woman’s face…
Her hazel eyes, sparkling and alert…..she fluttered her eyelids….a few times….a gray blue eye shadow….her eye lashes had been touched up with a black pencil…she had trimmed the lashes, her eyebrows were now pencil slim……dark mascara enhanced her eyes….the wrinkles and spiders that had been around her eyes were longer visible……..at least from a distance

Her complexion prior had been a little wrinkled; tired and worn…..she had had bad skin……..rather blotchy looking
She had looked pale; too pale…an unhealthy shade of white, mixed with a little gray….the result of not being exposed to natural light over an extended period of time

She had begun to show her years due to the neglect of her personal hygiene and the earlier lack of obtainable amenities..….she had been a shadow of her previous self

Now her skin texture now appeared fresh…youthful….the results of a lot of cream, face powder and foundation from a little small pad…..the compact and puffer lay open on the table…the gold compact sported the logo ‘Dior’ ….…
Her cheeks had a rosy tint…..the face gave off a slightly golden hue….the heavy foundation hid her wrinkles and dry skin….the overall look and result was that of a good looking female ….
She appeared at least fifteen years younger from when she entered the house through the unlocked rear kitchen door….

The face in the mirror looked intently right back at her….she liked her look…..
She like her new hair style….which was all purely by chance

Her hair…although shorter than her natural over the shoulder look….was now clean and freshly brushed…..her right hand slid over to her right ear…her fingers sliding through the hair…a light fawn or brown in color….her hair had faded….she had been a dark brunette once….long, full and rich in texture….but her long hair was a long time ago…..

All those rough haircuts…..the snipping, and flashing of the scissors as they had held her in place….. and all the stress had taken its toll….

Her hair required the attention of a hairdresser…..a really good hairdresser too…..

A little TLC may was in order….to repair a lot of root damage…..hopefully to restore her hair to its former glory…
Or maybe not…maybe her hair was now a little too brittle…..she would try and grow it longer…if it failed to restore then a few good quality wigs would be in order……

Fortunately she had found a use for some the various petite and decorative hair clips and scrunchies kept within a jar on the dresser…..her hair was just long enough to tie up…..
The large can of hairspray had worked….she looked natural enough….

She had a full fringe….short over her ears and short on her neck…a little boyish…yet also very all girl….like a teenager in a way….
But she had wanted to wear one the scrunchies and a plastic hair clip…..it would look more natural…….so her hair was now high on her forehead….her hair at the back of her head had been twisted and rolled into a tight bun……and then held in place by the dainty feminine oval black clip and black hair band…..
The makeup and the short hair made her look in her early twenties…..and not the early thirties that she actually was…… the tight hair style also accentuated and flattered her thin face….she looked like another person

And that was the general idea if TV was anything to go by
She had noted the various women representing the news media industry….she had always watched the TV….when given the chance….looking at what they all wore……the combinations and colors they chose to wear…..trying to stay connected in the feminine world

It was the same when she had had brief contact with the women in the administrative wing…..which was not a lot and nothing personal……she was not allowed to speak to them, they were not allowed to speak to her…..
God forbid that they were ever allowed to be alone with her…..
One blonde girl had tried to speak to her….to be nice…..only once and she had received a quick verbal reprimand for her efforts……the blonde girl and the others never tried again…..they must have been told in private who she was…..and what she liked doing……and that was why she was there…..forever…..
Apart from being in general incommunicado ,sometimes she received the odd hostile stare or two…or was it nervousness…..
And rightly so if she ever got one of those ladies alone…….

She had been reduced to only making quick sneak peeks at their legs….trying to see how they wore their stockings…..or maybe they were wearing tights…..it depended on the length of their skirts or dresses she supposed…..
Over time women left…others came…fashions changed…….women’s clothing changed
The brassieres, maybe just visible and worn underneath blouses or tight fitting sweaters……..changed over time…..less lace…less frilly designs…..smaller, less rigid or sturdy
Trousers, slacks…in…then out….skirts..dresses……loose or tight……longer or shorter….over the decades they changed
Colors were loud…then more somber……or a combination of both
Shoes, low or high heeled …then it was sandals….then there were high boots…change, change, change
But she had noted that ladies hair styles changed the most……

But one thing never changed and that was that she was always waiting….waiting for the one slip…..the one mistake they would all make……
Every day she cleaned their office space’s…..every day she was aching to be in their clothes…..aching to leave dressed as them…..aching to go to their homes……aching to have their lives…..

They generally ignored her as she emptied their bins…..dusted their work stations or mopped their floors…she was nothing to them…..the guard, mostly a man was always distracted…chatting away…trying his luck

But she was always listening….trying to keep in touch……waiting……waiting for the day……
And one day it happened……a visitor would be coming…..she took a lot of interest in that as these soft, normal woman all chatted away like singing birds……and sing they did…she had noted everything……
She listened …….she memorized….she had planned


She smiled….or tried to smile……she stroked her hair…..given time she would let it grow long again….and hair dye could restore her color….maybe next time she would be a blonde…she had never been a blonde….then her mind went back to wigs…..she had watched a program….they were rather good nowadays

She remembered smiling….she used to a lot once, but not for a long time now......not since when she had been a young teenager…..when they had taken her away….but when she did smile the affect could be amazing…..when she smiled she looked so charming…so disarming….with her eyes and smile she could appear so trusting…..the nice girl or woman who lived next door……the helpful, smiling lady at reception…or in the office……

Her face as a rule always looked too stern, threatening….too much brooding behind the eyes, even cruelty at times….
She appeared to be always in a state of constant hostility ….ready to spring into the attack…..it had made guards, males as well..…very wary when around her….people were always on guard when they were in her presence..….the dull eyes….the straight unsmiling mouth….pressed lips…..head held low and down….she was strong…stronger than she looked…when she moved…she moved fast
No female was allowed to be on their own with her……..until they had made a mistake….and no doubt someone was paying the price for that….…..
And two events had coincided at once……happenstance or fluke……it did not matter…..she was out

She was looking at her reflection…..her new revitalized face with the ‘ALL’ woman look…..she gave a big smile….showing her teeth, not to bad…only one was cracked slightly…..the result of being punched by a guard a while ago now….. .a wide open smile….her eyes sparkled….the whole visage changed….a happy young lady….pretty….even though she was not fully dressed, they would not recognize her already……the tight bun, the slicked hair…..the thin face with a complete makeover…..

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She briefly imagined being a receptionist…..a bank clerk……or an air hostess….a nurse….the type of job that required a female to be always be smiling and ready to please……to serve the public….her red merlot lips, delectable….ready to kiss….she spoke
The oppressive silence of the room broken……..

‘Good Morning Madam…may I help you’
A little snigger…the voice was not quite right
Again…..

‘Good Morning Sir….can I help you’, better she thought

More confidence now
‘Good Morning Sir….can I do anything for you’

Pause…she imagined a conversation….like she had once watched….that had involved sex
‘Are you sure….can I interest you in me….’

She did not have a lot to go on……there was the women she mimicked from TV……the female clerks and assistants she had briefly interacted with……the nurses….those fucking nurses….

She looked at the tabletop of the dresser……..
She then glared at the silver framed photograph that sat on the vanity table….balanced on the lower right side of the mirror….whoever used the mirror and the table could also steal a glance at the photograph as they got ready to go out…..
A token of love…..or just reminding oneself of the effort it took to please the man in the photograph

The color photograph depicted a couple……male and female……the image in the photograph looked very heterosexual
The woman in the photograph was young….early twenties.
She was a soft looking type….dark haired…..black in color….a high forehead, hair pulled back…tight….the bun unseen…maybe it was just tied at the back and hung loose….
Large earrings, gold rings adorned her lobes …she had an all too trusting face…..red lips on a face with no makeup……
Her face was rather feline, slim, she had the eyes of a cat…pretty little thing…..a lady cat, a cats dark and piercing eyes….thin….was her body…. wrapped in a short white summer floral patterned dress that pinched in on her waist…
Her ample breasts hidden under the dress pushed and curved outwards……the low neckline of the dress created a healthy cleavage…..good, shapely tanned bare legs….her feet in brown ankle strapped sandals……she looked very Mediterranean with her sun tan……that was then….on Holiday….not now

He looked the sporty type…around the same age…maybe a little older
He was a lot taller…his strong looking tanned arm lay over her small shoulders from around her back….he did not have to stoop to do so
She had an arm around his waist
He had the good looks of a soccer player….or some other ball game that required a lot of physical activity
He had brown cropped hair……a chiseled jaw with a stubble….he worked out……his waist was thin…no stomach…he wore a brilliant white polo shirt with beige cargo shorts….his strong legs ended in sandal footwear….like his partner
She mulled over the photograph…..a Holiday snap….probably;;….maybe…wherever it was….it was in a sunny and foreign place

She looked at herself…..in the woman’s makeup….then at the woman in the photograph…..then the man……..she had no man

‘Sorry Sir….your girlfriend left a message that she would be home late tonight….in the meantime she said fuck me instead’ she fantasized aloud

She giggled to herself….an almost mad cackle that an old witch in an equally old movie would make
A mocking laugh….maybe only mocking herself, derisive of her life, pain and emptiness
Her constant solitude and lack of grounding….she never had any stability in body or mind…no one to anchor to…no one to love or to hold
Unlike the happy young couple in the photograph….they both appeared happy with each other…in love
‘Bastards’ she hissed
Her arm instantaneously shot out
The photograph flew off the vanity table….there was no crash of broken glass….the frame landed on the soft carpet near someone’s feet…….it lay face up on the floor

She snapped her attention back to looking at her own reflection
Her sudden anger and outburst gone…forgotten already….like these regular erratic explosions of violence normally were

Her hand then moved back to her neck…she stroked her throat….not bad…a long neck…slim…like the rest of her body…lithe….no fat…..the consequence of too much bad food, the resulting lack of appetite and plenty of pushups in a confined space

Her gaze now drifted to her own chest…her chest looked distinctive now….she was wearing a garment that had been unique up till now in her life……
Her breathing was heavy….her chest rising and falling….a pleasing sight….one she had not experienced or seen on herself in decades…and she was young then, free…..before she had worn something comparable, but in a different style and cut…..in fact she was slightly aroused by wearing it

A dark charcoal gray colored brassiere encased and supported her bosom….a plunge bra design…..she was a C cup in size, with a 32 chest….this one fitted her……as she had guessed it would…..after first setting eyes on and then gauging the general build and size of its previous owner…..

She had squeezed her pale tits into the cups and snapped on the bra around her upper body, pulling it all on and over…the straps over her shoulders….…snapped the hooks on her back..….
The slightly padded cups hid the evidence of her small brown nipples which were obviously underneath……the cups pressed her tits together creating a luscious and deep artificial cleavage……she did not really need the enhanced affect, she had a normal and healthy sized bust anyway……using her fingers delicately and with both hands she adjusted the top of the cups….pulling them up a little……the bra cups was a little loose on her……the previous owner had been slightly fuller it the titty department…….

‘Don’t want anything falling out…do we’ she made that mad chuckle to herself again

The cups of the dark gray bra were unembellished ….no lacy seams or girlie scalloped trim….that was the last style and design the last time she had had her own bra ….…many many years ago

These new cups were molded…. the bra’s only concession to femininity was a little gray bow set in the gore or bridge that lay between the two cups……otherwise the bra was bereft of any other womanly decoration….plain and seamless….the band was a gray sheer affair…..her white skin visible under the translucent and finely meshed material……it was U band in design…. she had no bra bulge under her arms or on her back….the undergarment fitted her body fine……

To any other normal or legally sane woman the bra was nothing special, moderately priced, unassuming, nothing flashy or ultra sexy…comfortable…yes,
To brag about…no…it was a work bra…..or just a leisure garment……to use…to wash…..to keep in a safe place ready for the next time…….

But to the woman in the mirror…it was astonishing ….its simplicity was its attraction….a normal bra for a normal woman…not a bride…..not for a tart…..not to flash underneath sheer clothing ….not to lure for a cheap fuck….just normal….and most significantly …it was now hers…and hers alone…she wore it…no one else…..she had not worn a real bra for decades…..it had not been allowed…
She would…could and had used one as a weapon……

She took pure sexual gratification from the mere fact that this intimate garment, although clean…….had belonged to someone else
She was not just hooked on how it looked….but on how it felt on her own skin…..it felt right and natural to wear……
In the mirror she waggled her chest……her bosom went nowhere…..just a little shudder….
There was a new tightness around her body that she had almost forgotten……her breasts were once more not the slaves to the freefall effect of gravity ………unsupported they were always in the way
She had had enough of being liberated from wearing a brassiere……she wanted to be constrained

Also…. and this really got her juices going, always had…..she had not been the woman who had originally purchased the intimate item of underclothing,

She had not obtained the brassiere in the normal way of doing things……
She had not been the one whose delicate hands had inspected the varied and copious choices in brassieres and panties on offer at the no doubt fashionable lingerie boutique or intimates department….
She was not the woman who had gone shopping…..her fingers had not inspected straps….caressed cups or checked on sizes…she had not stripped off her blouse in the changing cubicle to try it on….been measured up by the cute sales girl….she had not made the final and cherished choice to add this very private item of clothing to her collection of apparel

Her heart had raced a little
Her belly and especially her crotch tingled at these secret inner thoughts….so long hidden from others…so long denied her

She ran the risk of making her knickers moist…..which would have been annoying as she had not long put them on….being so free at last to do what she wanted, anywhere she liked….in another woman’s home….she had climaxed once already while standing in the hot shower…her legs had nearly buckled…..for the time being her lust had been spent…satisfied…..

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But still….obtaining fresh underwear, for the first time in decades was now not an issue…..all she had to do was reach out…..there was plenty more to choose from in the usually private and personal repository within the vanity table

She gazed down at her midriff…… scrutinizing her hips and her crotch between her legs..…
She had no stomach to speak of….her stomach sunk inwards….her hips stood out, she was rather boney in fact..….she was way too thin and skinny…..
Yet again a few weeks with decent meals and a few drinks would soon sort that out…..
She examined her recent choice in new knickers or panties…she had heard that term on the TV…Panties, she preferred that….knickers sounded too common…knickers was what washerwomen wore, or char ladies……..panties to her sounded more French….more chic

Now……she could take what she wanted…and when she liked…….
The fact that she could chose a clean and fresh pair of panties at any time of day…..and now she had an excellent and quite exquisite choice of undies to run her fingers through…..

The panties she had slipped into earlier where hipster in style, mid rise to her hips…..and smooth and seamless
They gave the outward impression that they had been sprayed onto her hips and groin….
The panties were again a dark charcoal gray in color…they matched the bra very nicely…she liked matching underwear sets whenever possibly available, which in her previous life was never….but she had seen pictures…and a little on the communal TV…….

It seemed like the woman who had previously owned and had purchased all this satin, silk and cotton favored them too…….which was nice of her

The dark gray, silky, satin and shiny panties, which were layered over her protruding hips and over her concave stomach, appeared like a natural continuation of her skin……

The clean and neat underwear felt cooling and terrific….and so snug on her figure…….there was nothing like the sensation of a pair fresh panties and a bra on a freshly washed and scrubbed body………

She had taken her time in the woman’s shower….the steaming hot boiling water….loads of it with a high pressure….and the fact that the cubicle was smaller than what she was used too……it was not a communal shower…..
The choice’s in perfumed soap….oils and shampoo…..the soft sponges…the pumice stone for her hardened skin…..especially on her very calloused feet….the soap and suds…but most of all it was the one luxury that most women took for granted…..privacy…..the privacy to shower alone

Her black one piece boiler suit lay on the bathroom floor….the slip on rubber shoes….complete with the rough cotton grayish white vest and jockey shorts that passed for underwear at the facility…all lay crumpled and muddy on the once pristine and white tiled bathroom floor

She had found ladies disposable razors…….my god…..she had shaved her legs….in fact she had shaved all over….her pubic hair had become quite wild and fuzzed…..now she was shorn…..clean and sterile…nude….no itches or scratching…no excessive and unsightly bulges of the gross unkempt hair under her pants
A hand slid over and stroked the shiny gray spandex nylon of the fresh panties….she felt only smooth skin underneath…..her finger was lightly stroking……she lingered with the touch…..

The woman’s bathroom had been well stocked with towels…. normal bathroom towels…..thick and large…..fluffy and white…..one or two where beige……she had noted that they had been bought at Marks & Spencer
Very unlike the short, thin and unpractical dirty white boiled things she had been given to dry herself with at the sanatorium…..they were short just in case one day she decided to hang herself with one…….
And the issue towels, being so short had also been a mistake…….she should never have been given one…..unless supervised by two people…..there was no doubt a recovering female guard who was regretting ever giving her one….

In the bathroom, on the large marble sinks there had been a good selection of ladies skin creams and other luxury ointments

She had helped herself to ample dollops of French skin cream……she rubbed it in all and all over…lots of it….
Her neck and limb joints were cracking at times, they were unwinding….
She had seen pink tooth brush in a pink pot……right next to a blue brush in an identical blue one….the blue brush looked dry…..she took the pink brush…..
She then proceeded to brush her teeth with the woman’s brush…..up and down, back and forth…tasting mint…..
Likewise, she swilled her mouth with mint flavored mouthwash…..it was such a treat and so refreshing….she had clicked her tongue within her clean and sterile mouth…..

She had used real under arm deodorant for a change – ladies roll on brands…not male brands and the cheapest of the cheap…..just after using one’s armpits tended to stink again……

She had found another bottle on display….this one confused her at first….then she remembered a magazine that she once read……
What was this….she read the fancy bottle….intimate wash…she read further….vaginal
She laughed….what will they think of next
She used the lotion on herself anyway….rubbing vigorously between her legs

And finally she used the hand held hair dryer……

All these accessible and simple items….
All the everyday and simple female orientated routines…they had been lost to her as an adult….…something only read about…or watched on a TV…….

More and more she felt like a woman….a real woman and not a caged animal

She stood in the steaming bathroom ….she wiped the condensation off the glass on the mirror which had coalesced on the glass ….
She had ruined the once pristine bathroom….
There was water all over the floor…discarded wet towels……razors…dollops of cream….all just used and thrown around the place

In complete nakedness she spied something hanging from the back of the white bathroom door…..she reached for it….it was a silky white satin bath robe…..she slipped it on….it stuck and clung to her hot pink skin

Eventually, once over her bare shoulders the gown was discovered to be short..….sitting high on her thighs….the robe hung loose on either side of her pale milky white breasts….she tied it off on her waist…..her tits just visible within

Now she was dry…her hair loose and free, but clean and smelled of lavender…...
Her features had changed…….
Her face was fresh and more youthful looking
Her once dry, pale and mottled skin appeared rejuvenated with the aid of abundant and copious amounts of good cosmetics being applied……
Her body was sporting a nice, slinky bra and panties set……..
She was ready for the next part of the act……..

A certain draw had been rummaged through already……and had been pulled out and left open…..it had been earlier been opened and searched for quite another purpose

This particular draw contained various shades of ladies tights and stockings…..the hosiery all belonging to the lady of the house……

The assortment mainly consisted of tans and nudes…..of various deniers….also various shades of black…..graphite….navy blue or blue black…...rather neutral shades designed to match as many outfits as possible……

Separated from the others where a few pairs of knee high stockings or socks…..designed to be worm with ladies pants or trouser combinations…..

It was the same with the woman’s thigh high hold up stockings…..
However she had noticed at least one pair of white hold ups…..these nylons tended not to match the trend and choice within the collection
Especially in color……maybe the woman had something in the wardrobe that would accompany and compliment a pair of white stockings….she would find out in time…..

She was also disappointed that she had discovered no garter or suspender belts…..….and matching stockings to go with them……times had changed she supposed…..when they had first locked her up they had been all the rage….drove the boys wild she was told….she had never been able to find out…….

Her eyes glazed over as thought back in time……….

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MRS WILSON

She had experienced a flashback……just for the moment……..something that had been buried deep in her subconscious memories
Some event that the many and various psychiatrists had been trying to suppress…….
A memory reawakened by the thought of once again being able to wear another ladies suspenders and stockings…… rekindled by the touch and by running her hands through another woman’s collection of soft hosiery……

It was then that she remembered a Mrs. Wilson…..all those years ago…..many, many years ago…when she had been young

Mrs. Wilson was the high-class and well to do lady who had lived in the big house just off the boundary to the girls run down council estate……more akin to a ghetto actually….in which the then girl lived, or more like barley existing…..the large house was on the other side of a communal park……the park acted rather more like an informal border…..a border between the ‘Haves….. and the Have Nots’…….
The girl belonged to the ‘Have Nots’…..
She had seen Mrs. Wilson for the first time within her large front garden, pruning roses….
The girl hovered around……sneaking glances through the hedge of bushes that acted as the perimeter fence…….
She had liked what she saw…….

The woman in her garden, unaware that she was being stalked….. was a well dressed lady of the old school……not like the people she came from……
Evening in the garden the woman wore tasteful and chic clothing……a smart cream blouse, a flowing brown skirt…a pearl necklace…..hosiery of some kind with smart shoes….her brown hazel toned hair was made-up nicely….the woman wore make up

The girl had from that moment made it a habit of passing Mrs. Wilsons home on a nearly daily basis…saying hello and making pleasantries whenever possible…..
Although the girl was over sixteen years of age…she dressed and looked younger….almost waiflike, innocent and in dire need of a good wash…and a good meal……
Her clothes were of poor quality and were generally hand me downs…….
The girl had created a picture of someone needing a little compassion…….
But in reality the girl had set a trap……….

Eventually Mrs. Wilson noticed the girl who came across as rather too young to be walking around on her own……and also looking rather destitute…..and lacking in a adequate calorie intake
The girl passed her house every day……when the woman was in her garden….until at last pleasantries were exchanged……until eventually pity and sorrow overtook common sense…..
The girl was eventually and rather imprudently invited into the woman’s kitchen…..and offered a quick snack and a drink……

Mr. Wilson was a businessman…and he was away on business quite a lot

They had money……it was obvious and they owned a big house…….in the girls deranged mind they were like Millionaires ……..
She had been young……but driven……but even then she knew what she had wanted….what she desired….and it was not money that she had wanted……….
What she had wanted from Mrs. Wilson was her clothes…….

Back then some middle aged ladies wore suspenders and stockings…so too did Mrs. Wilson….
It was the brief reminisce of women’s suspenders and stockings which had triggered the flashback…….

In her mind, like it was yesterday, she now saw the old style bedroom with its heavy dark furniture and bed…the thick dark drapes….
She saw Mrs. Wilson….….all red faced and wild eyed……tied up on her own feather stuffed bed……her wrists tied above her head……knees tied….ankles and feet equally bound to the foot of the bed board……

Mrs. Wilson was moaning and squirming upon her bed…..
She had been outraged, despoiled and humiliated in her own home……
She had been unable to resist or say anything in protest……unable to shout for help……

Mrs. Wilson had been thickly cleave gagged with one of her own ivory colored half slips….
Actually, it was the one that she had been wearing at the time of her initial assault …….
To assist the gag in its purpose of stifling the poor woman’s scream a pair of her large robust panties had also been crammed into her mouth……
These…. she had not been wearing at the time of being overpowered…..

Her spare dark tan stockings had been used to tie her up……
When Mrs. Wilson had been distracted preparing the glass of milk and the sandwich she was offering for lunch……
The girl asked to use the bathroom……there was one near the kitchen……on the ground floor
On her way the girl had spied the neighboring laundry room….which had contained a clothes horse used for drying….hanging from the brown wooden horse had been a few pairs of tan ladies stockings…..a few pairs of ladies panties….and two brassiere’s
Very quickly the stocking and a pair of the white panties were in the girls, light blue and badly stained hoodie’s front pocket…scrunched up tightly……ready to use

Mrs. Wilson, lying on her bed, had her white pearl necklace around her neck…..

Apart from that classic piece of jewelry, the distraught woman was left just wearing a sturdy white Playtex full cupped brassiere….which lacked the support required really as her large breasts still sagged and swayed either way as she struggled against her own nylon stocking bonds that held her bare arms in place…..her large round nipples were still highly visible under the lacy and floral printed mesh of the large cups……

Mrs. Wilson was still a good looking mature woman…..not fat by far, just a little plump in places……
Her stomach was rather convex curved ....….therefore her panties swelled up in a rounded curvature…..…especially now as she had been forced onto her back….arching her spine…...
Therefore exposing the camber of her crotch and especially the low seam in her knickers even more……
She had consequently, due to a little weight gain; chosen to wear a pair of generous, waist high reinforced elasticized panties…shiny white and made with a nylon and spandex mix……..obviously in an attempt to alleviate her swelling stomach and waistline…..

Furthermore, Mrs. Wilson did not generally wear tights…or hold ups …..
At this rather embarrassing and upsetting moment in time…..she wore around her waist and over her knickers a rather sturdy white suspender belt……it was holding up her dark tan stockings, 30 denier…….the white of her upper thigh in stark contrast to the layered rip guards of the stockings was quite noticeable …..
Also, even more perversely…….she was still wearing her ankle strapped black low heeled sensible ladies shoes…..highly polished of course and due to her struggling they were leaving shoe wax stains on her freshly laid white bed linen……

Mrs. Wilson had been kind to the young girl…...and this was her reward
She had genuinely felt compassion for the scruffy looking waif…..who had obviously originated from that terrible housing estate on the other side of the park….…
She had always offered pop, crisps or a quick snack…..like a bowl of soup or a sandwich….

These quick meals were always served in the woman’s large kitchen at the back of the large house…
Alice Wilson would soon regret her ingrained sense of benevolence and philanthropy .…..especially when she was in a large, semi isolated house on her own
Never again would she be so trusting………

On this fateful and final day in their relationship…..the young girl had been in the process of eating her chicken sandwich when she had looked up….
Mrs. Wilson had had her back to the girl……
The now sly looking girl began to admire Mrs. Wilson’s navy blue dress…..specially on how the dress sat on her figure….
Due to unseen bra bulge the girl could trace the outline of Alice Wilson’s underwear……
The girls gaze took in the woman’s dark tan hosiery sheathed legs……..her sensible low black heeled shoes…complete with an ankle strap………

Alice Wilson’s once neat and tidy vintage Updo hairstyle….. that had once tucked her hair away from her face…..and had then been set around the perimeter of her head…creating a high forehead and a pretty back view…complete with a long ebony hair clip…..

Mrs. Wilson liked that hairstyle….it reminded her of her younger days…..now it was a complete mess……some of her dark brown hair was trapped under the thick gag…..she moaned endlessly in outrage and anger

The young girl who sat at the kitchen table was watching the kind and innocent and mundane Mrs. Wilson who was in the process of cleaning some bone china crockery…..
Then suddenly and very fast, the girl was up and around the kitchen table and on and over the totally surprised and shocked Alice Wilson……for no other reason than she had inadvertently informed the girl that her husband would be away all weekend…….and back on Sunday night


The previously unassuming and placid girl had just decided there and then on what she was going to do..…… after watching, then calculating the risk of being interrupted and then stalking the movements of Mrs. Wilson….. it was then the girl realized that she now wanted to wear the woman’s clothes…..she wanted to look and act like her……and the girl intended that it be all the woman’s clothes that would be over her skin…..

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The humbled and unfortunate Alice Wilson was kept bound and gagged on her own bed for two days……getting weaker and less defiant by the hour……she had eventually by the end of the ordeal soiled her underclothes and her nice fresh bedding …..
Only the arrival of her husband late Sunday night had saved her from a worse fate……
Alice Wilson spent six weeks in hospital recovering…..she required regular trips to a psychiatrist for the next two years….and finally they moved to London….never trusting being near that council estate ever again…..

During her forced incarceration Alice had been forced to watch in fascinated horror the absolute degradation of her formally very personal intimate apparel, not to mention all her other clothes …….
She realized her earlier folly rather late in the day…….now she just saw an evil girl strutting around in her matrimonial bedroom…..
A sadistic nutcase who the trusting woman had thought previously was an harmless, hungry and rather waif like teenager, therefore lovable and deserving of a good deed from those more fortunate than her or her family ……..
The bound Alice could now see the change in the girls face…the sneer; the anger…the danger in her….her whole demeanor and body language had changed…..
What Alice had mistakenly taken as a teenager….was in fact a young woman…..a treacherous and dangerous young woman at that…..much to Alice’s mortal alarm

Alison Wilson had and would always keep silent on one aspect of the assault launched upon her, and her subsequent forced imprisonment…..mainly for the benefit of the local gossips…..she would always claim that the assault was a normal house robbery…..all her cash and jewels were taken by a rough youth…..that was the official line…..awful as that would have been in itself…..

But Alice Wilson hid a terrible secret…..and forever she would, even from her husband…..
Alice Emily Wilson had been born of another generation…….It was shaming enough that she had been overpowered by a young girl……and in a strange and bizarre fashion was robbed…..but there would have been more than shame if other more sordid details had emerged..…..a family disgrace if the authorities knew…..and if her family knew then they would probably disown her……..she would be ostracized forever in polite society….her people always whispering behind her back…..

The dark secret that she kept inside herself was that the girl had sexually molested her during the ordeal……the tied up and gagged Alice could not prevent those searching hands probing and squeezing her body…..how could she, eventually she had been forced to submit and then endure the vulgar affront ……
After tying her up…and then gagging her…..the girl had initially sat on the bed……next to the prone Alice……the girl was wearing her navy blue dress that had been recently and violently pulled from her flaying body and therefore the cotton and wool fabric had been stretched way too much …....…it looked a little loose on the girl’s shoulders…too much give on the waist…… the long vertical zip at its rear had been broken……

Alice, on initially being bound and gagged had the energy to squirm quite a lot……and moan in protest a lot….she also saw the girl getting out of her dirty skin tight jeans, grubby T shirt and stained hoodie……in disgust the woman noted that the girl had no bra, although she needed one……and the most shabby and dirty undies imaginable…my God….for how long had she been wearing those….they even had holes in them……
Little did Alice know that the girl intended very soon to wear nice clean and fresh ones……hers

The now sinister young woman looked at Alice Wilson as if she was a puzzle to be solved…..
Alice, her mouth full and breathing heavily, noted the look on the girl’s face…
It was nothing like the girl she had met weeks ago…the nice, gentile smiling face…..always polite…..and thankful for a glass of lemonade……this girl sitting next to her looked pure evil and menacing….creepy…….her eyes dark, pupils extra wide…..…her thin mouth set in a cruel sneer…..

Alice noted that the young woman was looking at her……Alice was very self conscious in the knowledge that she had been reduced to just being in her underwear……..the girls head tilting like a dog confronted by something it did not understand……..
My God…was this girl going to murder her in her own bed……

But then Alice saw her eyes, they did not look murderous…..the girls dirty brown hair was now loose and getting in front of her eyes…..her hand kept swatting the offending hair aside…..her face and eyes looked too inquisitive…she was thinking things through…….trying to solve a problem…working things out…..
Then Alice came to a stark realization…….the girl was not looking at her…..but what was on her….

Alice was shocked at her revelation…..and was now trying to move her tied body away from the girl as she quickly realized what was probably going to happen next….
Alice saw that the girl was mentally trying work out how she wore her underwear and stockings……how her bra was fastened….how her breasts were positioned inside the support garment…...
Basically the girl was trying to work out how a mature woman wore her underclothes….….
Good God she thought….shocked to the core
Then the looking stopped….and the touching started…..

Alice Wilson began to moan in protest through her gag……telling the girl to stop….and go home…..she would leave it as that….well…maybe not….
But her mouth was full of her own knickers, although she was unaware of that, she just thought it was some type of rag………...
She knew it was her own slip that had been used to gag her with…….
With her mouth full of ‘Rag’, she had felt the soft undergarment being pulled off her waist….and then sharply down….her nice half slip…..a fine satin ivory colored one with a nice scalloped lace trim….a fine split on the side for easy movement…..it was now tight in and around her mouth…..totally ruined now……stretched beyond repair…..

Alice pulled on the stocking that held her wrists above her head….
Her knees were likewise tightly bound……
Her ankles tied to the bottom of her bed…she could not get any momentum to move….somewhere the girl had learnt to tie knots very well….too well for Alice’s liking……

Then Alice felt what she had been dreading…….

Delicate fingers began at first to explore the tied woman’s brassiere…….a finger was tracing the bra around its scalloped lace edges….first to the front, within its middle…..where there was decorative bow…..
Then around her bra band on the side of her upper body….
Alice suffered from a little bra bulge there……..
Alice squealed at the girl’s surprisingly strong grip…… as her arms slid underneath her upper body….she was tilted to her right side, stressing her tied wrists……

Alice had felt strange hands searching along her exposed back…..
She felt fingers on and inside the bra’s back band……pulling……her buxom breasts getting and feeling tighter…….
Then she guessed what the girl was doing…..the girl was looking for the hooks that held the bra in place….she felt the fingers touching where hooks were located….

Finally Alice she gave a muted grunt as she collapsed rearward onto her back….she was breathing heavily…….as she could only breathe properly through her nose…..
She felt fingers pluck her bra strap from the front…..she felt a hand lightly slide over her lace covered bosom

The girl…now nearly on top of her…. moved position…she had her back to Alice and subsequently blocked her limited view on what the unbalanced girl was doing to her..…..

Satisfied with Alice’s upper body the girls attention focused on her suspender belt….

It was a gorgeous white design in soft floral lace with a whisper sheer mesh, with adjustable suspender hooks……the belt wrapped around her waist…..and due to her weight gain it matched the waistband of her white panties…….they helped in making her tummy look flatter…..

Alice once again felt her body being lifted…… and this time it was her waist and hips being manhandled and rolled……
She grunted and mewed again in protest…she was being treated and inspected like a piece of meat from the local butchers……
She felt unseen hands search around for the hooks that held the belt in place…just like those on her bra…but wider….
Eventually, she was allowed to roll back and lie flat……she grunted again….all this shoving and pulling was getting annoying……and starting to hurt her bound limbs……

The fingers slid to her thick thighs…..she saw the girls face…she was totally immersed in what she was doing…..
The girl’s hands…both of them….slid up and down her dark nylon sheathed legs…….the girl was feeling her skin through the dark tan nylon….she tried to move her bound and exposed legs away from the groping….but it was no good…..

Alice started to get more alarmed…..and that was hard to comprehend…….the girl’s inspection of her body was becoming more vigorous……

The eager young hands returned to the suspender belt straps…..the top of the stocking was pulled coarsely away from the woman’s white skin….it stretched the elastic nylon…...the nylon was suddenly released……
Mrs. Wilson heard and felt a sharp snap on her upper leg…..

Alice felt the hook and eye of her suspender being fiddled with……finally she felt a release…..the suspender strap hung loose……the girl reconnected the stocking to the strap…….using the hook and eye closure…..

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The girl repeated the same thing three more times until she finally understood how to connect a stocking to a suspender strap……..

Then menacingly thorough and probing hands became more frantic……more intrusive….until at last the poor Alice realized fully on what was about to happen……
The once kindly housewife screamed through the tight gag……but it was to no avail……

Unexpectedly and so suddenly…….it started

The bed briefly became, but to Alice Wilson is seemed like an eternity………. a squirming, writhing and thrashing mass of two female bodies…..of muted gagged screams…….with a twisting underwear clad figure……and a mad vixen with a navy blue dress on top………both locked in some perverse and sordid virtuoso…….

Alice, who could only stare at the ceiling for salvation, rather than watch herself being molested..….her teeth biting the thick gag….her bound wrists above her head twisting the stocking that held them in place

Alice was vaguely aware of hands all over and inside her lacy bra…….sweaty small hands that were groping her bare breasts……toying with her large brown nipples ,lightly pinching them……her full breasts kneaded and fondled like bread dough……..squeeze after squeeze

Alice bucked in protest….but worse was to come
Once tired of abusing her bosom the girl moved on…..

Alice suffered strange hands inside her knickers…..something her husband had never even dared to contemplate……
Hands groping inside…..her knickers yielding as they were stressed by impatient hands…
Her private parts were being caressed ….her little triangle of hair being coiled and twirled by grubby fingers…..with dirty nails
Alice’s eyes went wide….her face now bright red…..she screamed through the gag……as she felt a finger being inserted inside her……

Alice Wilson thankfully passed out……………

She awoke later…much later…….her bedroom was darker, the curtains were closed….the bedroom side lamps were on……it was obviously much later in the day…….

And it had not all been a nightmare…..she was still gagged and bound on and to her bed…..
She felt groggy and weak…..her wrists and ankles felt sore….her arms were numb from being elevated and in the same position for so long……

She moaned…….her mouth inside was dry…..full, with a wet, soggy ‘Rag’ that absorbed all her spittle….. the gag itself was really uncomfortable and still very tight……tight around her chin and lower face, which was now also tender…..…and no doubt red with all the chafing that had been incurred….she felt the knot at the back of her head digging into her skin….

She tilted her head, trying to get a look at her aching body…..
Thank heavens she thought…she was still wearing her underwear…..but it all looked rather disheveled and a little stressed and sagged were it was not supposed to….
Her once neat and ordered undies appeared torn and stained in places…….with what she shuddered to think

Her right breast, large and flabby, all milky white hung loose from her chest……
The fondled and abused breast had been left outside its supportive bra cup…..her right bra strap was loose, hanging from her now bare shoulder
She was sure one of her stockings was ripped and torn……

As she became more aware of her predicament and her present surroundings…..she heard other noises from within her own bedroom……
She looked to her left, her chin slanted slightly upwards……..her eyes sore, red rimmed and moist…..her makeup had run…..black mascara had run down her puffed cheeks……red lipstick stained the ivory satin gag……
Alice was far from the well turned out and elegant lady she had been that same morning….……

And there she was…..the psychopath……silent and sitting at her dressing table……just a meter away…..she had not left….the swine was still here…..and still dangerous

Alice noted what the young woman was now wearing……..and was disgusted by the sight
It was one of her other black brassieres……..with a straight back rear band….not as hefty or sturdy as most of what she had owned…..
By the looks of it the girl was wearing one of her satin black half-slips..……Alice tried to get a more detailed look and lifted her head further……..her gagged face pocking up from the pillow behind the girl….
Yes, she was….probably a pair of her black tights too……..Alice could see their waistband, just above that of the slinky black slip…….
The girls hair was brushed and long…..clipped at the back……one of Alice’s clips, one of the tortoiseshell designed clam shaped ones…..
The young woman was helping herself to Alice’s makeup…..and by the looks of it she was overdoing it…..the girl it seemed was also a novice when it came to woman’s cosmetics……

And that was Mrs. Alice Wilson’s experience for the next day……and for most of the following day after that one……until her husband finally returned from his business trip late on Sunday night….whereupon he finally released his tormented and traumatized wife….. and then promptly called the Police

Alice had to endure the little sow parading around her bedroom, and presumably the rest of her house….in her clothes and underwear

And all of her clothes mind you …..and all of her of her underwear…….every item that had been neatly folded and stored in her personal drawers and wardrobes had been violated and worn and at some point in time and then discarded like trash……some items were just ripped and ruined after having been tried on briefly or just physically inspected……it seemed the girl liked some of her clothes more than others…..

Her casual dresses, her formal ones, her party frocks, and her gowns……all removed from their hangers within the dark wooden and heavy wardrobes……
The gagged Alice looked incredulously as the young woman attempted to work out what went with what…be it color coordination or just simply what underwear matched what outfit……

The girl had come up with some bazaar combinations……but after a time of practice makes perfect she had started to get the blend or the mix of all the sets and assortments correct…colors, tones, shades and styles had begun to match…..she even looked half decent in some of her clothes….as the young girl was a lot slimmer and smaller in build than the luckless Mrs. Wilson ….……

But the disrespect shown and the incursion into Alice Wilson’s underwear drawers could or would not ever be forgiven…….the girl’s behavior was beyond the pale

The dresser draws were all partially open…..underwear draped over their lids…..various bras of a differing design, and various colors also hung droopily over the furniture…half in and half out
Another draw…..it was the same with the woman’s underpants….…some small, others not so…..there were lacy trimmed panties or some just generally plain in design

Women’s tights and stockings of various shades and color’s lay discarded and were left dangling over opened draws……the chest of draws…or lying on the bed next to their previous owner…..or thrown on the floor….a pair of tans, were even draped over the full length oval mirror that stood in a corner….all were translucent and extra fluffy…all were soft and light as they had all just been worn by the girl at some point during this whole sordid affair…….

Her suspender belts lay discarded on the carpeted floor……
Her slips, full and waist lay used and abandoned….satin and lace all crumpled…...one white full slip lay over the prostrate and silent owners tied feet………

Wardrobe doors had been left open….Jars of cream, bottles of lotion had spilt onto the carpeted floor…..the bedroom was a complete mess…….
The room stank of various perfumes…..it was quite overpowering……
All her various styles and collection of skirts, her lovely feminine blouses, her tight sweaters, her heavy jumpers’ ….jackets and overcoats…….
Boxes had been opened ……her various hats, gloves and scarf’s…all violated……

Shoes and ladies boots lay all over the place……..

A chest of draws that had once contained her nightwear…….nighties or night dress’s of all designs and shades….some gossamer like…..all lay hanging out of the various opened long draws……
Her camisoles…..vests….all of it……violated

But there had been one act of sacrilege…..more an act of mockery and spite…. that had made the weakened Alice boil with helpless rage……when she had witnessed the desecration she had drawn on her last reserves of strength to protest……
Her final gagged protest was a spirited one, but futile….with her glaring and hateful swollen, red eyes……….she finally realized her attacker and tormentor did not give a damn….she collapsed back on her damp bed…..and sobbed

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The disturbed and blatantly dangerous girl likewise glared back at the woman she had tied up…..…….nothing more, nothing new..….there was no facial reaction….no attempt at slapping the gagged, almost naked woman…..

What had provoked the long dormant act of resistance……

The young bitch had found, stored in an old suitcase, Alice Wilson’s bridal gown….…..and the girl was parading around and flaunting herself in it…..she was complete with a matching full white mesh veil…….she was also wearing Alice’s elbow length white silken gloves…..
The long flowing shiny silk and satin matrimonial gown had fitted the girl well, what with Alice, when she had worn the special garment had been a lot slimmer in those days……

Even her wedding garter had ended up on the girls stocking sheathed thigh…she was not wearing white stockings though……
Alice had not those in years……and Alice never wore bright colors anymore……not as a rule……
The nasty bitch instead had found in her stocking drawer a very light tan pair and one of her newer white suspender belts…….
It was the one that Derek liked her to wear….on those special intimate occasions they enjoyed together…….the one that she had kept for special anniversary’s …….
Normally they took place in this same bed……..and definitely under the thick duvet…...and normally with the lights out……
Derek liked to feel her up wearing it…..with those silky expensive black stockings she secreted away……
The bloody bitch had found those too…….

Still, oh….the bitch!……the girl in her wedding gown…… performing the intimate replication of hitching her light tan stocking with the suspender……with the unique lacy garter on her leg…..it had also been her mother’s…..
Oh Christ, thought Alice……it was near enough the same affect that Alice had pulled off on her wedding night……the affect that had drove the younger Derek wild with passion…..
How dare the little runt!

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BACK TO THE BEDROOM – AROUND 20 YEARS LATER

The bedroom was almost soundless………but not quite……..there was something else happening in the room other than her endeavoring on getting dressed……..only faint sounds though, some muffled noises here and there, sometimes a low grunting……or a soft moan now and again……
If one was imaginative the muted moaning could be comparable with those animalistic noises associated with the act of making love…….if not the resonance of sexual rutting………. then maybe it was the sound of someone in distress, or someone that was not feeling really comfortable at that moment in time………..for a few moments she had paused in what she was doing……..just to listen…….
She enjoyed listening to those subdued and moaning rhythms ……they brought back so many memories for her……….it had been so long ago that she had heard anything so similar………so gratifying………to her, so sexual in content……..

Images flashed in her mind…..repressed memories of the past……..all still so still vivid within her disturbed mind……

They had caught her for the first time not longer after the Wilson affair….…….
She had been young then and rather naive, she had been learning…….she had acted on pure impulse…..or need…….and she had paid the price…….

She had experienced nearly two years loss liberty within a Borstal facility……….basically a young offenders prison
Some thought that was rather lenient and forgiving for what she had done to Alice Wilson……...some of those female warders had been quite vicious in their judgment………in a way they had been no different from her

She had been released on parole at the age of eighteen…….they said that she had changed, she had reacted well to the treatment and the discipline…..….and that she had been deemed ready and safe to rejoin society…..she was now no threat to other women…….she had been provided with a new name, a different town where no one knew her…..it was supposed to be a fresh start………a new life for her…….

But alas, it was not to be….Yes, she wanted a new life…..but not her own……..she had always preferred living the life of someone else………
They had been wrong…….she had deceived and tricked them all………all those so called experts……the qualified psychologists that knew all the answers……..the social workers, female of course…….always so nice and understanding……wanting to be the big sister that she had never had………
Those women just sitting there, legs crossed over, their chests puffed out……..encased in their clone like satin, cotton and nylon outfits……never realizing that all she ever wanted from them was the clothes they had worn to the interviews……
She just listened and fantasized on what she really would have liked to do with them all………..

They fell for her lazy and carefree smile, her polite and non violent behavior, she was always volunteering for all the social activities within the institution…….she got on with everyone, even other patients…….everyone on the staff thought on what a nice girl she was, how in the world had she ended up being committed to a mental health facility in the first place………..

But she was watching them always…….watching only the female staff…….did any of them look similar to her……would that woman’s clothes or uniform fit her…….if they were suitable, she was then looking for a lucky and opportune time to catch one of them when vulnerable and alone…….but they had had never been left alone…….
She was never left alone…….
Only one nurse did not like her……..this one had caught her looking at her black nyloned layered legs in an unguarded moment…….the nurse had been sitting, showing too much leg, the hemline on her pale blue uniform dress had risen…..she had also glimpsed the lace of a white slip underneath…….
The nurse had seen the look in her eyes……the girl had sensed something that had frightened her…….the nurse had been against her ever since…….claiming that all her friendliness was an act…..she had not changed and was therefore very dangerous……..
But her lone warnings had gone unheeded……..no one would listen………
It looked like she would be incarcerated for ever……security had been very tight and thorough there….…….
Then the experts did something else instead…….something totally unexpected……….they had released her……

As soon as she was released she could not resist……she had just disappeared off the grid
She had the world again at her feet…….
She had had a very successful two year run…….for her it had been a wonderful two years……..for a few hapless and unfortunate women it had not been so…….for them it had been a nightmare
She could not help herself…….she stole identities……….she liked being another person……she liked dressing in their clothes and doing generally what they did; wherever possible she tried to look like them…….
She was always selective in her victims…….
She had been twenty years of age when she had finally been caught……..again
It had been her fault…….she had become over confident, a little too arrogant in not being apprehended……..in fact she had become slightly bored……..
Her various masquerades were becoming far too successful…….there had been no rush, no thrill……..no one seemed to be looking for her…….
One night watching television in bed, wearing another woman’s slinky nightdress………she had an idea that was pure impulse…….
Which for her was had always proved disastrous……..and this one would be no different

She had always remembered that nurse who had seen through her subterfuge……the girl had been around her own age, they had the same build, and they had shared comparable looks …….
Her latest identity…….a traveling saleswoman in beauty products was becoming a little stale, a few people had begun to ask a few awkward questions……
And the woman herself whose identity she had stolen was becoming too much of a burden to keep out of the way………the woman was always trying to escape…….
The cheek of it indeed………especially after all the attention and loving that had been lavished on her……some people were never grateful…….
But some clever cop had never forgotten the nurse’s complaints and suspicion……..the nurse’ flat had been staked out…….even after all this time……….
After a quick chase and a struggle they had got her……..

But no one had died…….false imprisonment and assault, impersonation, fraud, theft and molestation……inflicting trauma and stress……yes…….she had been guilty of those charges……..and a few more
But this time they had thrown away the key………she had spent fifteen years at the Greenbriers Sanatorium….a private institution..….…..and until last night her prison
They would not get her again……..she had learned her lesson on impulse……..she now had an education, she was clever…….she had planned for fifteen years………..
And now she was out……but not that far away………..

Her gaze went back to the opened drawers in her current abode……….the drawers being part of a ladies dressing table or bureau……….a modern affair, more than likely purchased at one of these modern flat pack store’s……..a mock and light looking pitted wood……….

She had stopped daydreaming…….it was time to move on………
She had a day planned at work………yes……..work……..a day at her new office

The small table had multiple drawers……..three either side, in the middle was a space where any self respecting woman could safely place their legs and still sit on a small matching stool…….....
Any woman, with her knees together could sit comfortably on the stool when applying her makeup and putting on jewelry and so forth……………..
She already knew that another woman had already done so……….many times, and for many different occasions

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The various drawers in the bureau held the usual assortment of a ladies ‘must haves’………..
It had made her heart flutter in excitement when she had rummaged through them………taking joy in the fact of being the interloper she actually was…….she loved to intrude into the privacy of another woman’s life…..

Some of the feminine items available were not so intimate or revealing in nature……..
There were the general and mundane items of everyday life……
Such essentials as fancy leather or doe skin gloves…….or silk handkerchiefs……..a scarf or two……bangles, hair clips…….the odd brush or comb…….cheap cosmetic jewelry……….
The general trappings in being a woman……..

Other items were of a more personal nature……..items to be worn over ones skin……..and definitely not intended to be delved into or minutely examined by the hands of a total stranger………
For instance items of delicate ladies underwear…..and hosiery
The violation of the bureau had been complete…….
An opened cardboard box of panty liners lay open within an equally exposed draw…….the box had been recently opened…..
Her inquisitive fingers had trembled…..…and she was generally scared of nothing……..outraged at nothing…….it was not fear coursing through her body now…….…it was pent-up sexual longing and desire

There were other storage cabinets within the bedroom……..a tall, chest high and deep four drawer piece of furniture that stood against a nearby aqua painted wall…………the cabinet matched the design and color of the dressing bureau……

The original and legitimate owner who had carefully and precisely deposited her delicates into the various drawers had also hidden away a few more daring little numbers within this cabinet…..…….a few lacy nightgowns, sexy camisoles…….. short and sheer nighties.......skimpy tanga panties…....there were a few suspender belts and corsets too…….all hidden away under more conservative and comfortable choices in ladies undies……….it appeared that the woman had a more secret and racy side to her character…..….naughty girl!

But otherwise, the woman who had bought these dainty and girlie items preferred her intimate garments to be plain and simple…….the nameless and unknown woman had avoided purchasing lots of the typical sheer or mesh faced garments, knickers and bras with intricate lace and flowers and all that other foppery that most women loved to entice you with…..…..

So…….back to getting dressed she thought………
She reached into the draw that held various pairs of nylons that had belonged to someone else………
Lovely……..

Every so often her attention would be drawn to the silent wall mounted television………..Female newsreaders had always given her ideas on how to dress………..they had inadvertently kept her in touch with current fashion…….
Generally she had only been allowed to watch the various news stations within the dormitory communal room………but when she did, she took notice……..
She looked up……..looking at the screen…….its volume set on mute….……….
The woman currently speaking on the BBC……sitting on a red sofa, smiling as she lied into the camera…….her rich black 20 denier sheathed legs provocatively crossed over………her sharp knees……..her tweed black skirt no doubt intentionally chosen for being so short..…….thick black nylon covered thighs that proudly and intentionally declared to the audience that this woman worked out……. …….her satin black blouse a little too tight on the bust…….her blouse opened and more daring than she would have normally worn it…….
All for one too enjoy while having breakfast………maybe both men and women were thinking on what did I miss out on last night in bed……….

After carefully scrutinizing the so called journalist, who unbeknown to her, miles away in a TV studio was inadvertently giving away tips to an unbalanced escaped lunatic on how to dress as a fellow professional female……
The female displayed on news channel had confirmed her initial instinctive choice in choosing to wear dark underwear………today, she too would don black tights………and a dark dress or skirt to match……..

She selected at random a pair of black tights and slid a hand into one of the legs……..checking the shade to the skin of her hand….…she was rewarded with a shade of rich black on overly white skin…….they complemented her skin tone……..she loved the cool and soft feel of the spandex and nylon mix on her hand…….
The shade of black did not completely match the TV presenter’s legs……..they were close though……..these ones in her hands were slightly darker…..
She fingered the gusset…….stretched it a little……..also the thicker elastic waistband………she gave it a snap…….
She provocatively looked over her bra strapped shoulder and smiled wickedly…….she was looking at someone or something……..her eyes twinkling with mischief……
She had provoked a sudden sound…….
“MMMmmmnnn”
She snapped the waistband of the tights again for effect……the sound was loud within the confines of the bedroom……
Again that other sound……..
'MMPH'
She sniffed the tights…….she could smell detergent………
As expected they were clean……..not new, they had been used before……….
She checked the seams, centered to the crotch, on the front and rear…….the run guard and support was a darker shade than the nylon on the legs…….she also checked the reinforced toe seams

She had made a lucky first choice………this pair was just what she needed……..
She could not wait to get into them………

She quickly noted a weather girl had popped up on the screen…..all smiles……a longer dark skirt…..purple blouse…..another TV network clone..….a false blonde, overly pretty…….bright lips and eye shadow…….all hips and tits……..her stockings or tights grabbed her attention though……..nearly black, that slate gray look on the legs……….those would also suit her she thought……..she liked those on any female legs………
She quickly scanned the news updates running along the bottom of the screen……...nothing about her……..yet!
But it must be soon she thought………….they must have found that fat pig in the shower by now……..surely

She swung her body around on the stool……..her bra clad back now to the mirror………
Her long legs had been placed together……..her tight, shapely backside in the seamless black knickers that had once graced the bottom of another………the back band and wings of the U shaped bra digging into her skin……….a bra that had at one time or another supported the breasts of a completely different woman…..

As she had pivoted when moving, she had felt a shoulder strap move…….it had become loose with the simplest of movements…….no doubt due to the fact that the bra had been adjusted to perfectly fit its previous owner…..
The garment would need a little adjusting so that it could now fit her perfectly……..she pulled the offending bra strap through one half of the rectangular or circular clip, creating a loop and shortening the strap to the desired length….
The offending bra strap made a snapping sound on her skin………

'MMPH'………..the sound once more……….
It was as if her dressing was causing some kind of reaction……..
How strange…….

Now the strap felt tight on her shoulder……..she likewise adjusted the other strap, just in case that shifted………
After all, later on when she was fully dressed, and interacting with real people, she did not want her tits falling out of the bra due to a shoddy fitting…..…..
At last satisfied on how the bra sat on her upper body she moved on…...it was back to putting on those lovely tights……something she had not done for at least fifteen years……..
Her tongue touched her newly painted lips in anticipation…….

She checked that the soft and gossamer undergarment was not inside out….and not back to front…….
Happy in her actions, she actually had the traces of a smile on her lips ……….
She scrunched up one of the soft translucent black legs and placed the nylon near her toes…….her toe nails, like her finger nails were painted a dark shade of red………..a rich burgundy
The dressing table was well stocked, a few small bottles of nail varnish had been available to use….she badly needed what normal women called a manicure and pedicure, all her nails were in dire need of attention….her toe nails had been nearly yellow…….so she had made the effort in making them look as if they belonged to a female foot……

She rolled up the nylon to her toes, she pulled the spandex lightly from the toes to her heel, gently adjusting the soft fabric, even after the pumice treatment her heel was a little rough, and she then slid the nylon gently over her calloused foot
She repeated the delicate process on her other foot…….

She then gently lifted the tights up to her bare knee’s………one at a time………then up past her thick and toned thighs
Soon her loins were sheathed in deep black……her hand smoothed her curved pubis, she briefly felt the stolen panties underneath, she shuddered slightly……… then over her thin stomach, all the while still holding the black thin material by the elastic waistband…….this action gently forced the nylon to stretch and rise………..
With this smooth pulling action she had also stood up…..adjusting the tight nylon around her crotch……….making sure that the nylon gusset was situated properly……making sure there was no sagging underneath or between her legs