The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)
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				Title: <strong>The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 03:27:12</strong>
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				Edward Stacy was an unhappy man.&nbsp; Only a few days after they had finished moving into a new house, his wife of two years had decided to leave him for a younger man.&nbsp; He stood and looked at himself in the mirror, running his fingers over a salt and pepper beard.&nbsp; The gray-eyed man that looked back at him wasn't that old, was he?&nbsp; Only in his mid-thirties, yet he looked like a man in his forties.&nbsp; He grimaced and cursed whatever anscestor had given him such defective genes.&nbsp; He was still young where it counted, at least.&nbsp; He could have kept his now ex-wife satisfied for the rest of her years.&nbsp; He looked up from the mirror out the door, to the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom.&nbsp; He had never been able to figure out why the architects that had built his new home had built a bathroom across the hall when he already had a bathroom connected to the master bedroom.<br><br>With a shake of his head, he left his room and opened the door to the bathroom across the hall.&nbsp; They had decided that each of them would get their own bathrooms.&nbsp; His was the one connected to the bedroom, hers was the one across the hall.&nbsp; They had painted the room pink, making her bathroom a temple of femininity.&nbsp; With a quick look inside, he barely stifled an irritated sigh.&nbsp; The damn woman had left almost everything.&nbsp; Ever the practical woman, she had taken only her comfortable clothing.&nbsp; Leaving him with a closet-full of dresses and heels, and a bathroom full of tolietries he had neither the inclination or knowledge to use!&nbsp; <br><br>With a snort he walked down the hall, past the kitchen and through the living room, out the front door and down the steps down into the front yard.&nbsp; At least he could still take care of this.&nbsp; The yard was immaculate, a point of pride for him.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.&nbsp; He would find another woman.&nbsp; One that was more willing to dress up in the fine things he had bought is ex-wife, the things she had refused to wear.&nbsp; There were plenty more fish in the sea out there.<br><br>Still, he couldn't hep but turn a jealous eye to his neighbors house, brushing at his blue polo shirt and khaki pants.&nbsp; Those people had been together for years.&nbsp; They even had a kid.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why did they get to have a perfect little family?&nbsp; Why not him? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:03:48</strong>
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				Greg Baker was an unhappy young man. He'd never been entirely happy since he was twelve, six years ago, and experimentally tried on his mother's underwear so he could figure out how women's clothes worked. He'd never expected it to be so exciting. <br><br>Within two weeks he'd gone from trying to fasten a bra to secretly dressing in full when he was alone in the house - and while he managed to stop himself most of the time, he'd come very close to being discovered more than once since.<br><br>But he'd made it through high school - never getting a serious girlfriend because his interest in girls was rather... conflicted, but nobody's perfect - and he'd been accepted for a college across state. If he could get through this summer without being outed, he could start acquiring his own wardrobe and maybe - maybe - attend some kind of LGBT group. Maybe he could finally tell someone he was really, at least partially, a girl called Grace.<br><br>For now, he looked over at the Dawsons' old house. It had been empty for weeks, and he'd gotten used to leaving his curtains open in the summer warmth. Besides, it was just that spare bathroom that really looked in on him.<br><br>So Edward could half glimpse the boy's legs as he padded around his room barefoot. When he came to the window he could see his thin, undevelped figure, collar-length sandy brown hair and brown eyes looking out. Probably not even shaving yet... not much hair on his body either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 04:44:22</strong>
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				Edward turned away from the street his house was on and went back inside.&nbsp; He made himself a sandwich and went back to stalking the house.&nbsp; He thought he saw movement as he passed by his wife's old bathroom.&nbsp; He paused, chewing on his sandwich, and turned to open the door into the bathroom.&nbsp; The door bounced softly off the equally pink soft bathrobe his wife had left behind, rebounding slightly into his side as he stepped in.&nbsp; There, across the way in the neighbor's house, was a young woman!&nbsp; Well, he thought it was at first.&nbsp; A second glance revealed it to be a young man, though with features androgynous enough to be taken for a woman at first glance, despite the fairly male clothing he was wearing.&nbsp; Edward assumed it was the Baker's son...what was his name again?&nbsp; Craig?&nbsp; That wasn't it.&nbsp; They had told him, but he had forgotten.&nbsp; With a shake of his head, he left the bathroom.<br><br>He walked around the house for a little while more before he heard a loud buzzing noise.&nbsp; The washer had spun out.&nbsp; He grimaced.&nbsp; His ex-wife's delicates were in there, as well as a couple of her more expensive gowns.&nbsp; They were too fragile for the dryer, so he would have to take them out and hang them on the clothesline in his back yard.&nbsp; With a sigh, he tromped downstairs and began to unload the washer, placing the wet items in a wicker basket.&nbsp; With the basket under his arm, he walked back up the stairs and out the back door, taking another set of stairs down into his rather spacious back yard.&nbsp; He quickly unloaded the basket, hanging the lacy underthings and dresses on an old-fashioned clothesline.<br><br>His unpleasant task complete, he stomped back into the house and flopped down into a large easy chair to continue his brooding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 05:05:34</strong>
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				Greg looked down as he heard the door across the fence opening, and saw Mr... what was it... bringing out the washing to hang up. The Dawsons hardly ever used the line, just for a few things they couldn't spin-dry, and...<br><br>He paused as he saw what his neighbour was pinning up.<br><br>First some beautiful frilly black lingerie, then some white, some pink. He watched as they fluttered teasingly in the breeze. <br><br>Then... pantyhose? No, stockings! He shivered and suppressed a gasp. His mother didn't own any, he'd never had a chance to try them on...<br><br>And then a gleaming black evening dress, a floor-length red gown...<br><br>Greg wanted to try on everything on that washing line.<br><br>Trembling, feeling a nervous sweat beading on his brow, and wildly aroused... he stumbled over to the chest of drawers to pull out a pair of jeans, to hide it. For now. Until it got dark... just a couple of hours... It seemed like an eternity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 05:21:55</strong>
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				Edward sat in his chair, watching a movie on TV.&nbsp; He didn't really care all that much about the plot of the thing, but the leading lady was a bombshell.&nbsp; He'd always had a thing for curly-haired blonds.&nbsp; That was probably his first mistake with his ex-wife.&nbsp; She had been a curly-blond.&nbsp; He shouldn't have married her for her looks.&nbsp; Maybe it would be better to find a girl he liked and then turn her into the kind he was attracted to.&nbsp; He would need to find one insecure enough to let him guide her in how she dressed.&nbsp; That meant young, usually.&nbsp; Probably fresh out of school, before she had a chance to develop...he shook his head.&nbsp; What was he thinking?&nbsp; He took another sip of his beer and went back to watching his movie, letting all thoughts of a new wife fall away.&nbsp; It would be better in the morning.<br><br>He lost track of time as the evening wore on.&nbsp; Before he knew it it was dark outside, and the clothes were long past dry.&nbsp; They fluttered in the breeze, tantalizing to a young man in one house, a stark reminder of the past to the older man next door.<br><br>Finally, the movie was over.&nbsp; Edward stood and stretched, tossing the empty beer can into the trash.&nbsp; He looked around the living room for a moment.&nbsp; It was barely noticeable, but the place was going downhill already.&nbsp; It needed a woman's touch to get it back to the way it was supposed to look.&nbsp; With another sigh, Edward grabbed the basket and headed for the back door to bring in the laundry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 05:58:30</strong>
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				Greg's heart raced as he waited for it to get fully dark, and then a little longer for his parents to go out. They'd be gone a few hours. Enough time to borrow something, try it on and get it back on the line, if the owners weren't looking. <br><br>It seemed to just be the man of the house who was in... had his wife left? Why would she leave such beautiful things if she had?<br><br>Anyway, he was distracted, not even on this side of the house. <br><br>Greg stepped over the low fence and crept into the yard, looking around warily. He slid a hand down the black dress, feeling the slippery-smooth satin, wanting it... but no, too big, too long. <br><br>He shivered as he reached up and lifted off some of the underwear. White silk, trimmed with lace. He took a bra, French knickers and, yes, a garter belt.<br><br>Fingers trembling, he retrieved a pair of white stockings and took them as well, quickly hugging all this to his body and hurryng back to his house, to his room, fumbling to draw the curtains, closing the door, quickly pulling off his clothes...<br><br>He stuffed a folded tissue in the front of the panties as he pushed his enlarging penis up flat against his crotch to hide it, slipped on the bra, stuffed the cups with a pair of soft shoulderpads he'd borrowed from one of his mother's suits, figrued out how to hook the garter belt, and sat down to roll on the silk stockings, his fingers quivering.<br><br>He let out a shivering sigh of relief as he managed to hook the stockings into place, admiring the way they looked and felt on his near-hairless legs. He stepped into a pair of his mother's two-inch high heels and pulled up one of her silk-lined skirts. <br><br>"Ohhh..." It felt wonderful. He wished he could wear this all the time. <br><br>But he grimaced as he remembered how little time he really had. No time to put on a complete outfit, or do his makeup or nails... But he couldn't resist taking a few pictures of himself in proper lingerie.<br><br>And then, reluctantly, he stripped and put on his male disguise. He made sure he hadn't soiled his panties or torn his stockings, and then snuck out of his room, back to the yard, and pinned them back.<br><br>...<br><br>And when Edward came out half an hour later, he found the white silk and lace bra and garter belt had traded places and the garter belt was the wrong way around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 19:13:52</strong>
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				Edward trekked down the stairs again, the wicker basket tucked under his arm.&nbsp; A stiff breeze had blown in during the past few hours, and the clothes were whipping in the wind.&nbsp; He started piling them into a the basket, getting ready to bring them inside.&nbsp; When he got to the undergarments, however, Edward stopped.&nbsp; Had he put them up like this?&nbsp; It wasn't something he had made sure to remember, and even if they had been moved, did it really matter?&nbsp; The wind had probably blown them off and one of the neighbors had probably put them back up again for him while he wasn't looking.&nbsp; He nodded, satisfied with his explanation of things, and took the clothes off the line before going back into the house.&nbsp; He would have to remember to call and thank Mrs. Baker for putting the clothes back on the line.&nbsp; <br><br>Once inside the house, he set the basket full of clothes on a large couch in the living room and sat back down in his easy chair.&nbsp; It would probably be best to wait until the morning to call the Bakers.&nbsp; They were probably getting ready for bed by now.&nbsp; With a yawn, Edward stood and went to his own bedroom to do the same.&nbsp; It had been a stressful day.&nbsp; Maybe tomorrow would be a bit easier.&nbsp; He had called in to work to spend some saved vacation time, so he had a few weeks to spend on moping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 04:48:32</strong>
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				Greg looked down through a well-hidden gap in his curtains, watching his neighbour take these beautiful things away, and sighed deeply. Then he froze as he saw the man looked at the white silk lingerie he had been wearing just an hour earlier, wishing he had ever had to take it off... Had he done something wrong? He gulped as the man looked over at the house... then trembled as he took them off their pegs and slung them in the basket casually.<br><br><em>What did I do?</em>, Greg thought, gripping the curtains with whitening knuckles. <em>I can't do that again...</em> But he knew he would want to whenever he saw such beautiful things there for the taking...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 19:59:01</strong>
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				"So it wasn't you or your husband?"&nbsp; Edward looked surprised.&nbsp; He adjusted his neck again, holding the phone between his head and shoulder as he laid more of his ex-wife's clothes out onto a drying rack.&nbsp; He looked outside again, glowering at the overcast sky.&nbsp; There was no way he was putting any clothes out in that.&nbsp; He stopped for a moment to listen to Mrs. Baker on the other end of the line.&nbsp; "Your son?&nbsp; It's possible,&nbsp; I suppose.&nbsp; &nbsp;Could you ask him for me?&nbsp; If it was him, I'd like to thank him.&nbsp; I might even have some work around the house that an industrious young man like that could help with.&nbsp; I'm willing to pay him.&nbsp; Didn't you say he was going to school?&nbsp; It might be a good opportunity to build up some extra money for food and whatnot."<br><br>He turned and laid another lacy undergarment, festooned with bows, across the rack.&nbsp; It would have looked so nice on her, as would the floor-length satin night gown next to it.&nbsp; He thanked Mrs. Baker for her time and hung the phone up.&nbsp; Well, maybe he could get the Baker's son to help him move all this clothing in to storage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 01:15:32</strong>
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				Greg closed the tab on his browser he was reading from as he heard his mother approach, bringing up a different tab with a less... revealing subject. <br><br>He looked up as she knocked and entered, curiously. Not quite his 'don't bother me' expression, but certainly a reminder that he wanted to know why she was in his space. A strange contrast with he secretly did in her bedroom.<br><br>"That was Mister Stacy from next door. Did you take in some of his washing?"<br>"Uh, ah..." Greg's mind went blank. <br><br>"Yeah, it was windy... didn't want it blowing away. That stuff's, um, slippery. On the peg. Uh, yeah."<br>His mother nodded. "Anyway, he wanted to say thank you."<br>"Oh, right, uh, okay." He tried to hide his relief. <br>"And he was wondering if you wanted to help him fix the place up." <br><br>Greg looked up, surprised, unsure what to say. <br><br>"It'd mean we had to pay less of everything for your first semester," his mother prompted.<br>"Uh... y'okay. I'll see what he needs done, at least."<br><br>He had just been handed an open invitation to enter the Stacys' home, a chance to look around Mrs. Stacy's wardrobe and underwear drawers. He tried to hide a gulp, feeling suddenly out of breath. <br><br>He was next door as soon as he could get his shoes on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 20:16:53</strong>
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				Edward was laying out more clothing when he heard the doorbell ring.&nbsp; He set down a black silk-lined skirt and went to the door to answer the call.&nbsp; Maybe it was Greg, the young man from next door.&nbsp; His mother had told Edward his name again.&nbsp; The older man was grateful.&nbsp; It would have been embarrassing to call the younger man Craig after he had asked for help packing up his wife's old things and moving them into storage until he found something to do with them.&nbsp; <br><br>He opened the door, smiling.<br><br>"Ah, you must be Greg.&nbsp; Were you the one that put those clothes back on the line after they blew away?"&nbsp; He opened the door further, beckoning the younger man inside and into his living room, where numerous drying racks laid scattered throughout the room.&nbsp; There was even one on a tarp spread across the large black leather couch.&nbsp; Edward shook his head self-deprecatingly and turned to Greg.<br><br>"Can you see my problem?&nbsp; I've got a walk-in closet or two full of women's clothing and no woman to wear them."&nbsp; He looked at the room again.&nbsp; "Take my advice, kid.&nbsp; Never get married.&nbsp; We need to get this stuff out of the house and into storage.&nbsp; I mean, there's not much point in having this stuff lying around, now is there?"<br><br>Edward was distracted for a moment, looking between Greg and the skirt he had just laid down.&nbsp; From where he was standing it looked like the skirt would be an almost perfect fit for the young man.&nbsp; It was a bizarre thought, one that struck Edward dumb for a moment.&nbsp; He recovered quickly, shaking his head again as he pushed the disturbing thought away.&nbsp; Instead, he looked back at Greg again.&nbsp; "So, where do you want to start?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 05:07:03</strong>
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				Greg nodded and stepped inside. "Yes, ah, hello Mister Stacy..." He looked around and paused. Everywhere he looked there was something beautiful. Skirts and blouses, dresses, lingerie... he could be here for days and not finish trying on everything he wanted to. <br><br>He nodded along as his neighbour continued. "Yeah, I guess not." He pulled his eyes away from a pastel pink nightdress to look back at him. "I'm sorry she left you, sir. She isn't coming back for all of this any time soon, then?"<br><br><em>And what wouldn't she miss when she does?</em> he thought to himself. The thought of all these beautiful things going into storage was almost painful. He knew he couldn't get away with any of the dresses, but he was sure he could at least pocket a lingerie set and the pair of stockings he'd already worn. They were his now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 20:08:24</strong>
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				Edward sighed.&nbsp; "No, I don't think she's coming back at all.&nbsp; She wasn't really the type to wear this kind of stuff, anyway.&nbsp; A bit more of a tomboy, you know?"&nbsp; He picked up a black silk thong and rubbed the materiel between his fingers.&nbsp; He had thought to surprise her with it when he came home from work one day.&nbsp; She had thanked him, but she hadn't been very impressed.&nbsp; She hadn't even worn it for him.&nbsp; With a regretful look, he tossed it back onto the drying rack.<br><br>"So, Greg, are you interested in helping me?&nbsp; I can pay you for your time."&nbsp; He turned around to look at the young man.&nbsp; A voice in the back of his head wondered why the young man seemed so interested in the nightdress laying next to the thong, but the rest of him wasn't that concerned about it.<br><br>"Oh, but this isn't the half of it, by the way.&nbsp; The more elaborate stuff is hanging up in a couple of closets, and then there's the bathroom."&nbsp; Beckoning the younger man, he walked down the hallway to stand next to the door to his ex-wife's former bathroom.&nbsp; He pushed the door open to reveal it in all it's pink, feminine glory.<br><br>A large molded bathtub was built into the wall, with a sink and toilet sitting across from it.&nbsp; The mirror above the sink could open up to reveal a face his ex-wife had never put on.&nbsp; The prescription drugs were all gone now, of course.&nbsp; Next to the sink was a small cupboard for towels and washcloths.&nbsp; Spare razors sat in a neat row along the edge of the sink.&nbsp; Floral scented shampoo and conditioner perched next to similarly scented shaving gel at the corners of the tub.&nbsp; His wife had elected to take his shaving cream instead of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't even know what I'm going to do with this."&nbsp; Edward said, running a hand along his jawline.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 03:01:22</strong>
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				Greg nodded eagerly at the mention of helping him. Hopefully Mr. Stacy mentioned pay quickly enough that he would think that was the source of his interest. But he caught his breath at the mention of "more elaborate stuff" as he stumbled along behind his neighbour to look in the bathroom. <br><br>"Wow," he said quietly as he looked over the room. It was so much more than his mother had at home... enough that he could indulge every fantasy of preparing himself to dress properly. He could soak himself in the tub, get rid of all his body hair, curl and condition, spend as long as he wanted on his makeup and spritz himself with perfume before going to choose an outfit. His heart raced, and he blinked quickly as Mr. Stacy turned back to consider what to do with it all.<br><br>"Uh... forward it to her? Or, y'know, just bin it," he said consolingly even as he imagined rescuing it all and hiding it away. "Seems a waste though," he added without thinking, then raced to think of a further point. "I mean, um, having his and hers' spaces will add resale value, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:32:18</strong>
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				"Resale value?"&nbsp; Edward rubbed his chin pensively.&nbsp; "I hadn't planned on selling the house straight away.&nbsp; I mean, I just moved in.&nbsp; But I guess you may be right.&nbsp; It just seems like a shame to have a room in a house go unused, you know?"&nbsp; After musing for a little while longer, he turned away from the room and walked back out into the hall.&nbsp; He had heard the&nbsp; younger man stumbling behind him, as well as his breathing difficulties.&nbsp; He arched an eyebrow and looked Greg over again.&nbsp; "Are you alright?"&nbsp; Edward didn't see anything wrong with the younger man, but one couldn't be sure these days.&nbsp; Everyone seemed to have some kind of allergic reaction to everything.<br><br>"Do you need to sit down for a moment?"<br><br>Could any man be this weak?&nbsp; It had only been a few steps, after all.&nbsp; If anything, young Greg seemed to carry himself more like a girl than a man.&nbsp; Once again, Edward was reminded of the way the skirt would fit well over Greg's hips.&nbsp; If only there were a way to squeeze that waist down...<br><br>For a moment, Edward found himself looking at Greg's brown hair and wondering if he would look better as a blond.&nbsp; With a shake of his head, Edward cleared his mind of such disturbing thoughts and gestured back into the living room, where the couch sat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:44:05</strong>
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				Greg looked around and shook his head quickly as Mr. Stacy looked back at him. "Ah, no, no. Just a little talc or soap smell or something. It's fairly strong." This was true as far as it went. With that, he withdrew from the bathroom. Best not to stay in there too long... he'd never want to leave. <br><br>A glance showed him that it looked down at his bedroom window. "I guess it's spare for now anyway," he added, relieved that the room that showed the Stacys his room would be going unused. He could keep the curtains slightly open as summer carried on with no risk of being spotted.<br><br>"So, how much more?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:54:49</strong>
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				Edward nodded slowly in response.&nbsp; He hadn't known that it talc or soap could effect anyone like that, but it seemed like Greg was one of those delicate boys, the ones that spent too much time in the library and not enough time outside, in the sun.<br><br>"For now."&nbsp; He agreed, and gestured to the young man to follow him into his room.&nbsp; Once there, he opened a large walk-in closet full of dresses and shoes, none of which were particularly practical, and all of which were soft, delicate, and incredibly feminine.&nbsp; None of which had described his wife, unfortunately.<br><br>"This is the rest of it.&nbsp; There might be some more in the attic, but I'm not particularly worried about that.&nbsp; It's mostly shaping things.&nbsp; Corsets, girdles, the like.&nbsp; She put on a little weight last year, and was keen to hide it.&nbsp; One of the few times she let me help her dress.&nbsp; Unfortunate that she had to be unhappy for me to be happy."&nbsp; With a sigh, Edward closed the door and looked over to Greg.&nbsp; "So, what do you think?&nbsp; Interested?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:06:38</strong>
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				Greg's heart skipped a beat as he looked over the closet, a dream come true. And then the mention of corsets and girdles made him blink. He hoped that he wasn't blushing.<br><br>He tried not to sound too eager. "Um, yeah. I can help with this. So it's pretty much all to be boxed up?" He stopped himself suggesting taking it all away, as that would sound odd. Or would to him, anyway. Maybe normal people didn't even think of such ideas. "I guess separate anything you want to keep out, maybe I can put that in the attic, and I'll box the rest up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 23:51:00</strong>
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				Edward arched his eyebrow again.&nbsp; "Are you sure you're alright?&nbsp; You look like you might be a little flushed.&nbsp; Are you sick?&nbsp; I don't need a sick kid to be working for me.&nbsp; Your parents might be a little bit upset."&nbsp; He looked more closely at Greg, obviously looking for signs of disease.&nbsp; "Maybe you should take off.&nbsp; Get a little rest.&nbsp; This stuff will be waiting for you when you came back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, no, no, I'm fine," Greg assured him. "Maybe just leave the bathroom stuff till the end." He did his best to look more relaxed and comfortable. He had to keep calm, not lose this chance due to nerves. He could do this, he knew. Focus on the goal. He'd managed to hide his interest for years already. "I mean, I'm here, might as well get started."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 00:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward blinked, surprised.&nbsp; "Well sure, if you want.&nbsp; I don't have any boxes at the moment, though.&nbsp; I was just checking for interest.&nbsp; I suppose I could run to one of the stores nearby and see if they want to get rid of any boxes, but that would leave you alone in the house."&nbsp; He looked at Greg seriously.&nbsp; "Can I trust you not to do anything foolish if I leave you alone here?&nbsp; Remember, I know where you live."&nbsp; He paused, looking at the young man still, waiting for an answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 01:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg nodded as Mr. Stacy mentioned not having any boxes and just checking he'd be willing, then let him continue. At the suggestion of leaving him alone in the house, he nodded slightly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.<br><br>"Yeah, um, of course." He gestured in the direction of his home. "Or, or I could come with you. Help you carry boxes. But if you want me to get started, that's cool." He tried to sound casual, like either way would work for him, and be helpful enough that he'd be allowed to stay or at least return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward nodded.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; Why don't you go ahead and get started, then.&nbsp; I'll go grab the boxes.&nbsp; I'll be back later.&nbsp; It may be a few hours."&nbsp; He grabbed his coat and car keys and headed out of the house, intent on his mission.&nbsp; He got into his car and started it up, pulling out of the driveway and driving up the road.&nbsp; As he hummed along the road, he looked over at a small hand held television in the passenger's seat of his car.&nbsp; He'd had the security systems installed because he had thought his wife had been sleeping with another man.&nbsp; He had been right.&nbsp; But the boy seemed trustworthy.&nbsp; He continued his driving.&nbsp; He down at the unit again.&nbsp; Maybe later.<br><br>He stopped at the store and got out, pocketing the small device for now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching from an upstairs window, Greg made sure Mr. Stacy was gone and then hurried back to the bedroom. Best to make a start, or he'd never start at all.<br><br>He took the dresses out and laid them down... shivering as he felt them in order to sort them. Dark, light... ones he wanted to wear... ones he thought Mr. Stacy would never miss and he could keep.<br><br>Breathing heavily, he stumbled over to the shoes, pulling them out as well... stooping to check the size of one against his own feet. They might fit...<br><br>He looked up at the folding steps to the attic. It wouldn't hurt to look at the girdles and corsets, surely... He pulled the steps down and started to clamber up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grimm</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 19:28:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The shoes, like the skirt and lingerie, were a disturbingly good fit.&nbsp; Either Greg had small feet, or the ex-Mrs. Stacy had had big ones.&nbsp; <br><br>When he clambered into the attic, he found what looked like a small army of mannequins.&nbsp; Each one had a waist cinching device wrapped around it.&nbsp; Each one seemed custom made, with delicate, soft materials lining the inside of the corset or girdle.&nbsp; It looked like Mr. Stacy had a bit more money than he seemed to.&nbsp; Too bad he had spent it on a woman who hadn't appreciated it.<br><br>Meanwhile, Edward was still driving around town looking for more boxes to pack his former wife's belongings into.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The "Girl" Next Door.  (Beatrice Black and Grimm.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 04:08:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Greg could not believe his eyes as he climbed up into the attic. <br><br>"I'm home," he whispered. Stepping quickly over to the nearest mannequin, he stroked the satin of the white longline girdle, imagining how it must feel to wear it. He stepped through the maze of dummies, touching each one, feeling more satin, silk and lace. Wanting to wear them all. <br><br>He knew he would never be able to fasten one of the corsets tightly enough, but the girdles might work... Retracing his shaky steps, he started to take the white girdle off its stand with trembling fingers.<br><br>He did not notice the small camera in the upstairs hall as he climbed down the ladder and hurried into the bedroom. Pulling off his male clothes, he dropped them on the carpet and laid the girdle down. Stepping over to the pile of lingerie, he retrieved the matching panties and bra, and the pair of stockings he now thought of as his. Laing his watch on the bed, he whispered breathlessly "just one hour... that's all..." as he slipped on the panties, tucked his penis upwards tightly, and started to shimmy into the girdle, feeling it squeezing his legs, his hips and bottom, and finally pulling in his waist as he got it in place. He had to take short, shallow breaths, but it fit!<br><br>Hooking on the bra and filling its ample cups with soft pads, he sat on the bed and started to roll the stockings up his smooth legs. Fastening them to the girdle's garters, he stood up again, finally ready to pick out his first dress...
			</dd>
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