Disguised in Skirts (Part 2)
Transgender FictionPart Two, By Clare Cavendish
"How long" How long do I have to be a girl? he asked.
"Until we're safe, darling. As soon as we're safe you can be Roger again," his mother assured him.
"But how long will that be?" Roger persisted.
"Don't be silly Roger - Rita, how do I know? We'll just have to see how things go. Come on now, help me get packed up. We've got to get away from here as soon as possible."
Roger helped his mother pack. She insisted on packing all his clothes in one suitcase this time which took a bit of re-organising. She did not tell him but the lot would be dropped off at the nearest Oxfam shop. She wanted no incriminating evidence left around.
She gave Roger a little white cardigan to wear before they left the room, her carrying two suitcases and Roger carrying one. As they entered the car park Roger felt the breeze explore his skirts and unaccustomedly bare legs.
"My legs are cold," He complained. His Mother laughed as she heaved the cases into the boot.
"You'll soon get used to it. I suppose I could buy you a pair of tights if you like."
"NO! It's alright," He assured her hurriedly.
They both sat in the car as his mother put on a head scarf - she did not want the hotel receptionist to notice that she'd dyed her hair blonde when she went to settle the bill.
By mid-afternoon they were in the Didsbury area of Manchester looking for a furnished flat to rent. By six o'clock they were unpacking their suitcases in an attractive little two bedroomed flat on the second floor of a large Victorian house on a broad tree lined road.
Roger's mother had rented the flat in her maiden name - Brown, a name so common that her husband would find it virtually impossible to trace her.The next day she opened a new bank account in her new name. Roger had pleaded to remain in the flat but she insisted on taking him with her. He had to get used to wearing girl's clothes in public and the sooner the better, she assured him.
Three time that morning complete strangers had told his mother what a pretty girl she had. Roger had squirmed with embarrassment, but his mother was delighted - obviously the disguise was excellent.
It took only ten days for his mother to find herself a job in a large firm of architects in Manchester. During those ten days she had dragged Roger round most of the stores in Manchester buying him a whole wardrobe full of girl's clothes from dresses to skirts to blouses to underwear to nightdresses. All his male clothes had disappeared and so he was now totally committed to wearing girl's clothes all the time, whether he liked it or not.
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