Love thy neighbor

When I was about 19 years old we moved to another town, I could remember our moving as if it happened yesterday. It was in early summer that we drove over to our new house in the suburbs of a large town in the eastern part of the country. I hated to move here because I had to leave all my friends and our favourite hangouts. But mother said it was high time I started thinking about going to university and there was an excellent one in our new location. I remember being very downhearted at he moment I was unpacking my things in my new room. I noticed at had started to rain outside and I stared out of my window at the front of the house. Then I saw one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen walking into our street.

She came around the corner I immediately noticed her timeless beauty. She walked towards our house with firm, purposeful steps in her 4" heeled patent pumps, keeping an elegant nylon ruffled soft pink umbrella over her head. She was wearing a scarlet-blue see-through PVC rain-cape which dropped in a wide circle down to her calves. Her head was covered in a cloud of pink organza due to the headscarf over her rather bouffant hairstyle. When she came closer I could see that she whore a smart tailored skirt suit under the cape. She whore white satin gloves, and I can still remember how my heart started to pound when I saw her enter our gate. When she entered she looked up to me and smiled to me, I could feel myself melting away.

I was impressed by her beauty, although she must have been at least in her late forties, if not fifties. However, at that moment I heard my mother yell at the stairs that she had made me a cup of tea. When I came down she had the tea already poured in, and asked to sit next to her, on of our still in sheets covered furniture. It was at that moment, she realized that we had no sugar, and told me, she would ask one of the neighbours if they had a cup. Remembering the beautiful lady I said "I'll go mum" and picked up the empty cup. Oh that's nice she said, but maybe we should invite the neighbours over for a cup as well, so we can meet with them. "OK I'll ask" I said and rushed over to the door. When I rang the doorbell of the adjoining door it took some time before the door opened, and I saw her again. The only thing I could do at that time was to stare at her well formed body, covered in a soft pink nylon overall. "Yes young man" I heard her say and came to my senses. I stumbled to explain that we where the new neighbours and that we had no sugar and asked her to join us for a cup of tea. The poor lady couldn't understand a word I said, and luckily my mother got her head out of the door to explain. And before I realized it the lady went passed me and joined my mother for tea. The two women exchanged pleasantries and I learned that our next door neighbour was a high school teacher living on her own. She had a very warm voice, and looked even better than I had seen before. She had a very nice auburn coloured bouffant hairdo, so fashionable in these days. Under the sleeveless pink nylon overall, you could see the bow of her beautiful soft silk blouse and the very wide billowing sleeves with wide cuffs. She was wearing a tight skirt just below her knees, and till the 4" patent pumps.

Mrs. Smith and my mother came along very well, and as we still had a lot of unpacking to do, she kindly asked if we would like to come over to her house for dinner. My mother wanted to refuse but luckily Mrs. Smith insisted.

About six a clock we had most of our stuff stored away, and decided to shower and take up on Mrs. Smith’s invitation. From the moment she had left our house I couldn't think of anything else but going over, and almost ran into the shower to finish quickly. I was prepared to go in less then five minutes but had to wait for my mom for a long fifteen more minutes.

When we rang the bell, Mrs. Smith opened the door, wearing a soft blue nylon overall now, of a slightly different type. It had a wrap belt and was buttoned in the back. The front looked very elegant with a low rounded collar again showing the bow of her blouse as it was sleeveless, but fitted with two large pockets. I heard my mother compliment her on the apron. I didn't even know these different types of aprons existed, as my mother wore only one type (which I also wore when helping in the kitchen). Mrs. Smith asked my mother if she could give her a hand in the kitchen, as she hadn’t quiet finished dinner yet.

I was lead into the living room and asked if I would mind to wait. Well it wasn't quite asking because before I asked if I could help in the kitchen as well she was gone already. Well, I sat down on the coach and picked up a magazine. It was the most gorgeous magazine I had ever seen. It was filled with ladies like Mrs. Smith, all wearing very nice looking dresses and blouses. It was sort of a mail order catalogue, and I thought I had to remember the name Lane Bryant

I didn't take long for the ladies to finish dinner and I saw both of them coming into the room with steaming plates of food. I was astounded when I saw my mother wearing a similar nylon apron in lavender. Mrs. Smith saw my look and said: "doesn't your mother look elegant in this apron" and my mind was affirmative, but I didn't hear my mouth say anything, although I am quiet sure my mouth moved.

It was a nice and simple dinner, but tasted very good. I had become rather hungry as I realized we hadn't lunched. My mother said that a friend of Mrs. Smith owns a small shop in town, and is searching for help, as she is running the shop by herself now. We have telephoned her while in the kitchen and I have to go there after dinner for a job interview. "Isn't that nice?" she said, and I told her yes. As my father had left us years ago I had gotten used to her working. "What kind of shop is it?" I asked. "It is one of the best rainwear" stores in the country she said and I suddenly remembered the PVC cape. “Ah that's nice,” I said, “can I come.” "No" my mother said, “I am going immediately after dinner because the lady is waiting for me” and that I would have to help Mrs. Smith with the dishes.

After my mother left I helped Mrs. Smith clear the table and followed her to the kitchen where she filled up the sink. She then grabbed into a closet and pulled another nylon overall out of it. “Turn around” she told me. Speechless again I turned around, thinking I was dreaming. "How on earth does this beautiful lady know of my fetish for these lovely crispy garments," I thought as I felt the slippery garment being pulled over my arms and pulled around me. I felt her fumble on my back as she closed the five buttons and felt her tap my bottom when she finished. "You look terrific in this apron love," she told me and all I could do was blush.

I was in heaven with the feeling of the nylon on my body, and hearing the rustling with all my moves. Mrs Smith and I had a very pleasant conversation, and she told me she liked it that I didn't moan about wearing aprons, and I told her I actually liked wearing them as my mother also lets me wear them when I help her in the kitchen, doing the laundry or ironing. As my mother was working full time we agreed that I did the laundry and ironing, I thought of this as normal, because it has always been like this to me.

When my mother returned we were still cleaning the sink and had talked probably way too much about many various things; all of which I found so wonderful. My mother saw the nylon apron, and said, “my goodness that apron really looks nice on you." I just blushed and asked her about the job. “Well, that is a bit of a problem. I can get the job that's not the point and I do really like the shop and the lady, but, she wants met to start immediately because it is very busy now.” "Well congratulations," said Mrs. Smith. The only problem is that my son is new in town, university won’t start for awhile and he’ll just be laying about and probably getting himself into lots of trouble.”

“Well, that is not a problem,” replied Mrs. Smith. “My teaching job also starts just in two weeks, so Robert and I could spend time together during that period, that is, if he wants to be with a old lady like me, I noticed he is a great help around the house.” I didn't believe my ears, and could hear myself almost shout out loud: "oh no you are not an old lady and I would like to spend some time with you helping you around the house,” and could hear the two ladies laugh out loud because of my compliment. My mother said she had done her best to raise me as a helpful boy and would be very pleased if I could spend my time with her.

When I was in bed that night, all I could think about was Mrs. Smith and I felt something strange in my loins. That night I had my most powerful wet dream ever.

Next morning, I walked my Mom to the nearby shop and asked if I could have a look into the shop (at that time I was already somewhat attracted to the elegant raincoats and capes) but my mother said “no, come to pick me up in the afternoon, may be then.” I almost ran back home and rang the bell at Mrs. Smith's. She opened the door still wearing a floor length nylon organza robe in a very soft lilac. It was very flowing and she looked beautiful in it. "Aha there you are" she said and let me in. "Did you already have breakfast?" she asked, and I told her yes. “Good so have I. I followed her into the kitchen, and she helped me into my apron again. We will start with the laundry. OK I said and followed her up the stairs into her bedroom. The bedroom was a cloud of pink tulle and I found it overwhelming.

“If you can start with hand washing my panties and stockings in the bathroom sink that would be most helpful. I will dress myself first, and then we’ll hand wash some of my girdles, bras and corsets together.” I was speechless and felt it difficult to breathe. As I entered the bathroom I saw the nice soft items already in the sink, and a small pile of Mrs. Smith’s corsetry items ready to be washed next. They where the sheerest of sheer nylons that I had ever seen, and her numerous pairs of pink panties were the most delicate and soft ones imaginable. As I touched these things I felt my legs becoming weak, and as I glanced at her already worn girdles, corsets and bras I started to feel terribly funny and had to struggle to breathe. I was rinsing out a pair of panties as Mrs Smith entered the bathroom dressed onlyin a very lacy pink long line bra and a high-waisted pink satin girdle, which looked very firm. When I saw the garters dangling from the girdle’s hem my mouth fell open. "Would you like to help me to pull my laces" she asked. I could just stand their and stare, I had never seen anything so nice and elegant and didn't have a clue what she meant as my mother only wore garter belts. Then she turned around and I saw the laces. I pulled them in very carefully, afraid to hurt her. "Come on pull" she said, and I asked: "doesn't that hurt" “No it feels very nice she said, wanna feel?” I thought I didn't hear well. “Er, I don't know.” I stumbled, but at the moment there was nothing in the world I would like more than to have Mrs. Smith put me into one of her lovely girdles. You won't know until you feel it, and she turned me around to unbutton my apron. You undress she said, and walked to the closet.

She came back with a similar long line bra and corset as she was wearing herself, only coloured in white. "Now turn around" she said as I stood there in my jockey shorts and wrapped the bra around me. I felt her close the hooks and felt a slight constriction around my chest. "Do you like the feel of this Roberta" she asked. "Oh yes" I said as the erection in my shorts started to twitch and throb with excitement. "I see," Mrs Smith said "it shows." I found it very nice to hear her call me Roberta. Now, after pulling down my shorts, she pulled the corset around my waist and closed the hooks at the side, my penis hiding under it. After this I was turned around again and felt my waist pulled to a point I thought I wasn't able to resist, and I started to moan. “Don't worry this doesn't hurt me, and it won’t hurt you either.” After a minute or two of feeling the constriction I could feel my flesh sort of being stowed in other places and it started to feel real nice and not uncomfortable anymore.

"No how is that Roberta, isn't this doing wonders for your figure?” I looked in the large mirror and could see two beautiful bodies wearing such lovely corsetry, as she was standing next to me. We where almost the same length and our curves also looked a bit alike now. “Wait a minute,” she said and I felt something cold fill the cups of my bra. They where some almost real breast-forms and they made me look and feel almost like Mrs. Smith. The dreamy look on my face really gave me away and Mrs. Smith smiled. I absolutely loved the experience and by the look on Mrs. Smith's face, she did too.

I was still staring at myself in ecstacy, as I felt something shiny against my leg. It was a tan nylon stocking being pulled over my leg and attached to three of the six garters dangling from my corset. Mrs. Smith made sure the seams were straight as she attached them and I was set down at the vanity with my back to the mirror. Now I saw Mrs. Smith coming towards me with all sorts of creams, brushes, tweezers puffs and lipsticks. The only thing I thought, was "I must be dreaming", when I even felt a wig being pulled over my head.

After she finished my makeup she took a few steps back, looked at me and said: "My goodness, who could ever think you could be such a beauty, but don't you dare to look yet". She then took a very frilly soft blue shiny blouse from out of the closet and draped it around my chest. It was buttoned up at the back and had some nice frilly ruffles at the front. I had to step into a very light grey skirt which zipped up at my side. A white nylon pinafore apron was pulled around my waist and the huge angel wings went over my shoulders. The skirt of the pinafore, much wider then the grey skirt underneath and about 6" shorter stood out rather wider and was closed with a huge bow at the back of my waist and closed up with 3 buttons underneath.

As I stood there she let me step into a pair of three inch heeled t-strap pumps, as she closed the straps she told me to lean on her shoulder. I now had a chance to have a glimpse into the mirror, and what I saw almost made me fall over. I saw a real women, and realized it was me. Mrs. Smith stood up and turned me around. I had closed my eyes but opened them immediately to see if had it right, and was astounded again, by my sight. I thought Mrs. Smith was the woman of my dreams, but began to realize now it was me.

"You are the best looking kitchen help I have ever had, but now go down and began with the dishes, I will join you in a few minutes after I finish washing out my lingerie. I don’t think I can have you touching it anymore at this point, now can I?" I went down the stairs feeling in heaven, and got to the dining room to collect the breakfast tray. When I went past the hall I could see myself in the mirror and had to stop and admire myself, and felt my hand starting to stroke my encased erect penis, and as I stood there, I felt myself cumming, and as the drips of cum fell onto the floor Mrs. Smith came down the stairs. She just smiled and gave me a cloth to clean things up. I did so and started to help her in the kitchen, although feeling a bit ashamed of my feelings. "Don’t be ashamed, Roberta, you are prettier then most women, give me a kiss". Our lips met and I felt her tongue entering my mouth. I felt rather strange at that moment and was surprised by it, but at the same time very happy. We kissed for a long time and I felt my still moist penis started to rise again inside my wonderfully tight corset. Mrs. Smith broke the kiss, and pushed me on my knees. She then sat down on the kitchen table and raised her soft pink skirt. I could see her stocking tops and the garters of her girdle and noticed she didn't wear any panties. She gently pushed my head towards her lap, and a very strong smell entered my nose. It was something I had never smelled before, but liked immediately. I didn't know exactly what her meaning was but couldn't do anything then but start kissing her moist pussy, and heard her make soft noises. As I thought she must like it, I wanted to taste it, and put my tongue into it. "That's it Roberta" and I realized this was what I was meant to do this, and liked it very much. I could hear the soft groaning noises becoming stronger and it didn't take long for her to start a long series of shivering orgasms. After I think the sixth or seventh I felt her relax a bit and heard: "this was the best that ever happened to me Roberta" and I knew I had done a good job. "It was nice for me too" I said, but in fact I never had tasted anything better.

“Now let’s get back to laundering my clothes and then ironing them before your mother is back from work. The rest of the day we spend washing, ironing, folding and putting her clothes away in closets, all of her lovely clothes. I was thrilled to be able to touch all these beauties and Mrs. Smith kept smiling at me when our eyes crossed. I felt terrific all day and was so glad we had to move to this town. "Now go upstairs Roberta", as I heard the bell ring. I panicked and started to head for the stairs, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Relax we will have to introduce your mother to Roberta someday" and she opened the door.

I saw mMy mother in a beautiful purple PVC cape, which must be from the shop she is working now. She looked terrific, even exciting to me. But, her bottom jaw almost dropped to the floor. "May I introduce you to Roberta" Mrs. Smith said and I could feel myself courtesy, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Oh my" she said "don't you make a beautiful girl". The two ladies started talking very rapidly to each other, my mom asking how she did it, and Mrs. Smith explaining things.

I was sent out of the room, and they talked to each other for almost half an hour as I was called in again. They had decided I should live as a girl and become their pinafored and aproned house maid as I seemed to like it so much, and looked much better as a girl then I had ever done as a boy. I was in heaven and gave my mother a big hug. Over Mum’s shoulder I could see Mrs. Smith blink to me and I knew we were going to have lots of fun together.

Wanda Nylon

January 2000