"I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black
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				Title: <strong>"I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:07:26</strong>
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				Chris was puzzled. He had been going out with his current girlfriend for a couple of months now, but was no nearer to understanding her periodic and sometimes extreme mood variations. He was a good time guy, enjoying life to the full, and at first Sarah, who he met at the local tennis club had seemed too good to be true. She was popular, intelligent, sporty, extremely attractive and most of all was attracted to Chris. He was a little awkward around women, coming from a family of 3 brothers, a dominant father and a quiet, subservient doting mother. He had attended a boy's school and women were a total mystery to him until her was about 16, and they began to filter into his social life slowly.<br>So in fact Sarah was the first woman, mother apart, that he had really known, and she was fun, sort of tom boyish in her behaviour, but when they went out, dressed as anything but a tomboy. He had picked her up this evening to go for a drink and then clubbing.<br>The previous week she had come out with him for a drink and clubbing dressed in black leggings, a silver tutu and ballet shoes, and a silver halter neck top, with a metallic finish. Her toned midriff was exposed, her long blonde hair flowed - it was usually up or tied back, and she looked like a million dollars. attracting admiring glances from all the guys, and glanced of quite a different nature from the girls. They had a great laugh, drank probably too much, but enjoyed the group's and each others company immensely. <br>Tonight, he had rung to arrange a time to pick her up and she was sullen and reluctant to got out. "It's not you Chris no, I just don't feel up to it tonight - really not in the mood." "Are you ill?" Chris had asked. "No - nothing like that", Sarah had replied "I just feel like staying in."<br>"Well I'm going out" Chris said.This was the second time in a couple of months she had let him down, and he was becoming tired of it, much as he liked Sarah."I not waiting around for you!" Chris shouted rather ungallantly, at which Sarah, had started to cry. She usually gave as good as she got. "I don't know!" he exclaimed. "I just don't understand women!"<br>Another voice came on the phone, older than Sarah's and quite authoritative. Chris recognised it as Sarah's mother. He had met her a couple of times. Sarah could have been a younger clone of her mother, although her mother had shorter hair, cut it a bob, and wore a different style of clothes, almost gender free in their style. She was a scientist Chris understood, some sort of relativity theory engineering - whatever that was.<br>"Chris - Sarah isn't well. I think perhaps that you should realise that before you go sound off at her like that."<br>"Well, I didn't know!" said Chris petulantly. "I really don't understand women!" "I wish I did." he added for good measure.<br>"In that case," said Sarah's mother, "Come around tomorrow, and you will get your wish."<br>What on earth that meant thought Chris was anyone's guess. But he decided the next day that he would go around and see Sarah, and also ask her mother what she meant be such a strange remark.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:34:40</strong>
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				Chris arrived around lunchtime the next day, ready to offer to take Sarah out if she felt up to it. <br><br>He checked his reflection in the glass door of the house. He had gone for smart casual - shirt, no tie, dark suit. He checked his short brown hair, glanced at his chin to make sure he hadn't missed a spot shaving, then finally nodded and rang the bell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:54:38</strong>
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				The door opened and Sarah's&nbsp; mother was standing there, dressed in a white labcoat.<br>She smiled at him."Ah, Chris, I was sure you'd tun up. Do come in. Follow me through here - I'm working in the lab. I hope you don't mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 03:56:26</strong>
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				"Uhhh... no... I was just going to ask Sarah out. Of course, any help understanding her would be great. I... I really like her, and I don't want to lose her because I'm an idiot." Chris smiled self-deprecatingly, but he meant what he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:02:51</strong>
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				"Sit down on the chair over there." said Sarah's mother. "You can address me as Lady Farrington."<br>The chair in question was a leather padded chair in a sort of strange alcove, with what looked to be a camera or projector mounted over it. <br>"You will be quite comfortable there Chris."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:05:39</strong>
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				"Oh, ah, Lady? I didn't know. I'm sorry. Uh, ma'am." He took a seat in the chair, glancing up at the thing above him as he settled himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 13:15:17</strong>
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				"Do you know why I asked you here" Lady Farrington asked Chris.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 22:43:41</strong>
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				"No, I don't." Chris shook his head. "You mentioned something about helping me understand Sarah. Is she okay? I really just wanted to make sure she was alright..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:07:37</strong>
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				"Sarah is all right, but you wished to understand women -that was a sentiment you expressed. Did you mean it Chris?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:10:22</strong>
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				He nods. "Ah, yes. Yes, I did..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:15:52</strong>
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				"Then you shall" said Lady Farrington. She threw a switch and the projector above Chris's head whirred into life.<br>All of a sudden he was gone.<br>Chris awoke with a start. He was lying in bed, in a strange bedroom, in a strange house.<br>It looked old fashioned. There was a frilly bed quilt, sheets, and a wooden wardrobe in the corner.<br>The room was finished in pink and there were pictures of teenage boys on the walls.<br>The dressing table had a hair brush, ribbons, and what looked like makeup, lipstick and other items.<br>Chris was confused. Then he heard a voice shout. "Christine" come on young lady, time you were up, it's school today"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:21:13</strong>
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				He looks up at the light, squints as it brightens...<br><br>And looks around, shaking his head. "Where...?" he wonders, under his breath.<br><br>"Hello?" he called out to the unknown voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:27:02</strong>
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				A woman in her late 30's cam into the room. She was dressed in a shirtwaister dress, with a wide belt, what appeared to be stockings, and her clothes swished as her underskirts brushed on the door.<br>"Come on young lady, up you get" she said and threw back the bedclothes.<br>Underneath was a teenage girl, dressed in pink and white baby doll pajamas. Chris was looking down at his new body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:29:50</strong>
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				Chris looks at her, puzzled that she seems to be addressing him. <br><br>He lets out a gasp of shock as he sees himself dressed like that - and the hints that his body suits it. "I... I..." He stammers, hearing his soft, girlish voice. "No way," he whimpers.
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				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:43:50</strong>
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				"Come on young lady. What IS the matter with you this morning. Get your self into the bathroom for a quick bath, whilst i lay out your clothes for you ... chop chop. She threw Christine a towel, and a pink fluffy dressing gown.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 01:05:22</strong>
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				"Right..." Chris nods slightly and takes the towel and dressing gown from the strange, seemingly very tall woman. The walls seem high as well. Is he that short now?<br><br>He stumbles away and outside, clutching the soft gown tightly as he looked around the hall to get his bearings and find the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 18:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47683.msg2258926#msg2258926">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 22-09-2009, 01:05:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Right..." Chris nods slightly and takes the towel and dressing gown from the strange, seemingly very tall woman. The walls seem high as well. Is he that short now?<br><br>He stumbles away and outside, clutching the soft gown tightly as he looked around the hall to get his bearings and find the bathroom.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Get along Christine, you'll never be ready for school at this rate."<br>Christine's Mum held the bathroom door open for her.<br>"And give me those pajamas now they need to go in the wash!"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:37:31</strong>
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				"I... I don't feel well," Chris says quietly, looking at the open door. "Could i... not go to school?" he asks softly in his new voice.
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				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 22:01:20</strong>
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				"Don't be a silly girl Chrissy&nbsp; - now give me those pajamas and in the bath with you."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 19:30:31</strong>
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				He nods slightly and walks into the bathroom, feeling his hips sway. He sees the bathroom mirror is already steamed up, starts to reach to wipe the condensation away, then stops, looking at his small, long-nailed hands, watching each slender finger move as he commands. <br><br>Blushing with shame, he starts to take off the nightdress, revealing matching knickers, and pull them down, looking at his new self.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 21:16:33</strong>
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				"Come on Christine love" her Mum shouts."and remember to wash your little bits, a young girl needs to clean and smell nice. Dp you like the bubble bath?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 23:36:42</strong>
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				"I, ah... yes." Trembling, he raises his slender, hairless leg and steps into the bath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 00:28:10</strong>
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				Her mother listened as Christine took her bath.<br>"When you've finished, get dried and I've laid your clothes out on the bed."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 02:34:38</strong>
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				"Thank you..." Chris feels the warm water slide over his smooth, hairless skin, carefully rubbing as it seems sensitive.
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				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 10:53:25</strong>
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				"Come on Christine", her mother called. "You are going to be late. Susan is calling for you in tewnty minutes. You need to get dressed and I have to do your hair. Out and dried young lady! I'll be in your bedroom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:34:33</strong>
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				He steps out, starting to wipe his skin... feeling it rub uncomfortably, he pats it dry instead. He tries to wrap the towel around himself, like he's seen women do, and steps back to "her" bedroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 11:27:48</strong>
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				Christine's mother takes a hair dryer, sits her daughter down and dries her hair.<br>"You have lovely hair Chrissie, just like mine when i was your age, long, thick, beautiful chestnut brown, and so silky. There, it's dry" she said, taking a brush and shaping it into 2 plaits, one on each side, that she finished off with pink ribbons to match her (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bf6UzKbHR7c/R9V0RRS-WHI/AAAAAAAAAws/8rlWAye-Zp0/s320/IMG_0951.jpg)dress. On the bed was a pair of white cotton panties, a white cotton training bra, a full taffeta underskirt, and some white ankle socks. Her dress was hanging on the wardrobe door.<br>"Now, dressed and down, before Susan comes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 17:39:44</strong>
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				"Y-yes, ma'am," Chris nods. He can feel the long hair being plaited and tied with ribbons, and starts to blush at the idea.<br><br>he steps over to the bed and picks up the panties, turning around to figure out how to put them on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 22:23:27</strong>
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				"Come on young lady!" Christine's mother said as she walked in. "Here let me."<br>She held out the panties for Christine to step into. "My, young lady, you are starting to get quite a little thatch of down there on your front bottom aren't you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 00:34:00</strong>
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				Chris gasps, blushing as he quickly steps into the knickers, reaching for the near-conical-cupped bra to cover his chest as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 01:05:49</strong>
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				"That's it. Now hold your arms up and her comes your petticoat."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 23:00:06</strong>
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				He does as he is told, feeling the straps of the bra shift as the cups hold up his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I just don't understand women - I wish I did" Brede4me/Beatrice Black  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 11:29:00</strong>
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				"Now, you canput on your dress yourself, and don't forget your http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/1329048985_0d15dc88ed.jpg (http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/1329048985_0d15dc88ed.jpg)socks and shoes."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 01:32:39</strong>
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				Nodding, he takes the underskirt and figures out how to put it on, before lifting the dress up like a jumper and pulling it down over his new shape.
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				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 11:05:43</strong>
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				"How does it feel Chrissie? To be a girl and have a lovely young girls body. Can you feel your bra holding up your breasts? Are you a little ashamed of them - or proud of them? How will you feel when the boys look at them? Well Chrissie, you'll find out. We'll go shopping for your new clothes after school.<br>Her Mum buttons the dress up, tightens her belt around her slim waist, and adjusts the full skirt, making sure it is lined up with the her underskirts.<br>"Now then Chrissie, you do look a pretty girl in your dress, with your hair all neat and in ribbons. Put on your shoes and socks, and describe how you feel, and how your new body and clothes feel to you, my little imprisoned boy girl."
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