Timewarp
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When he came round Richard found himself lying on the sofa in a very homely, comfortable living room. He thought it looked a little old fashioned until he remembered that he was still in the year 1958 and he was still Susan Radley. He struggled to sit up and his long blonde hair tumbled down across his face. He brushed it back and noticed Mrs Radley across the room.
"Did I faint?" he asked, in a tremulous voice. "Yes, dear. I think the thought of coming home proved a bit much for you. The hospital wanted you to stay on for observation but I was determined to bring you home. It's been a bit lonely for me since your father died."
Richard felt a wave of relief - at least there was no other parent to try to deceive - but he immediately hated himself for thinking such uncharitable thoughts. "Oh, by the way darling, Pam and Linda are coming round to see you later." Noticing the puzzled look on her daughter's face, Mrs Radley reminded her that they were her two closest friends from the hairdresser's where they all worked. "Oh yes, Pam and Linda," said Richard, trying to sound enthusiastic but becoming more concerned at the growing number of people for whom he would have to pretend. The rest of the day went by in a daze. Richard felt able to walk around after a while and carried out his "daughterly" duties by helping with some light household chores. Although he never helped around the house as Richard Fielding, he got a certain sense of satisfaction from such domesticity, feeling quite natural washing and ironing. He had just finished making a pot of tea when the doorbell rang and he heard the chatter of female voices in the hallway.
Suddenly, two teenaged girls came rushing into the kitchen and began excitedly to hug and kiss him, at the same time breathlessly asking how he felt and when he would be coming back to the salon. Richard tried to act the part and reciprocated their girlish excitement, promising to tell all when they were sitting down with a cup of tea in hand. The three girls sat and talked for hours. Fortunately, Pam and Linda assumed that "Susan" would be able to remember very little and managed to fill in her recent past for her.
Without realising, Richard found himself sitting in a very girlish position, legs tucked under his slim body and petticoats tumbling over the side of the chair. He began to enjoy the girlish chatter and giggling remarks about different escapades they had been involved in. They discussed so many things - clothes, make-up, hairstyles, boys - which seemed so perfectly natural and yet Richard would have died if anybody had told him that he would be spending his time in such a way when he was back in "the present".
Mrs Radley came in with a fresh pot of tea and smiled happily at the sight of her "daughter" so obviously back to her old self. The girls decided that "Susan" needed to be spruced up a bit, with nice clothes and make-up and they persuaded Mrs Radley that the three of them would go shopping on the coming Saturday. Richard felt a flutter of girlish anticipation at the thought of buying a feminine new outfit. Pam and Linda decided to push their luck with Mrs Radley a little further, and persuade her to let Susan go to the dance with them on Saturday night. At first she was adament that her daughter would not be nearly well enough but, noticing the look of eagerness on Susan's face, she relented on condition that she prove herself able to cope with a shopping expedition first. Richard could not believe what was happening - going to a dance in a brand new feminine outfit - and he was looking forward to it. The rest of the week went by in a whirl and, as each day went by, Richard grew more and more accustomed to his new role. The household chores gave him a real sense of satisfaction and he felt himself fulfilling his duties, such as washing and ironing, cooking and cleaning with a sense of enthusiasm.
But it was the feelings of softness and vulnerability, the sensual trappings of being a girl which he enjoyed the most. He loved the feeling of dressing in silky, shimmering lingerie, allowing the satin, lacy material to caress his skin before daintily stepping into the crisp, rustling petticoats and stiff, flaring dresses which showed off his delicate legs to their best effect. Occasionally he would sit at the dressing table, lost in a labyrinth of female emotions as Mrs Radley would slowly brush his long, blonde hair, over and over, before tying it into a cute ponytail with a pink ribbon.
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