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The Boots  

Part – 7, Road Trip

The drive went quickly. I kept expecting Rebecca to ask to go home but she acted as if she were a child on the way to see Santa. We stopped in front of the shoe store and without a word she followed me inside. Looking at the shoes I picked out a pair of gray pumps with 3 inch heels for her to try on. I was shocked; every movement was that of a woman. Even when she sat down to try the shoes on she was in character.

When she stood and walked around a bit she smiled at me, “What do you think darling?” she asked turning her foot this way and that as she looked at them.

“I think they will be fine. How do they feel?” I asked.

“I love them” was her only reply.

“Ok then we’ll but them.” I took the box and her tennis shoes up to the cash register and paid for them. As an afterthought I asked the girl at the register to pitch the tennis shoes in the trash. Rebecca could care less that I pitched Jim’s favorite shoes. I guessed that she really had banished Jim into the dark recesses of her mind.

As we walked out to the car I realized that the woman at the register and the other patrons never batted an eye. I looked at Rebecca with a fresh eye and realized that she really did look female.

Our next stop was at a super store. You know the ones that have clothes on one side and food on the other. Taking a cart we wandered around. It was funny, here I was worried that someone would catch on and Rebecca was having the time of her life. We made our way to the makeup section and she picked out her own makeup. At the perm isle we played around with the idea of dying her hair blond but settled on dark brown with red highlights.

As se passed the jewelry counter Rebecca turned to me and said, “Can I get my ears pierced?” I looked at her. “Please mistress.” She begged softly. As nodded she walked up to the lady and said in a breathless voice, “I would like to get my ears pierced please.”

The girl, who had to be in her late teens, replied, “I can do that here.” While I watched on Rebecca took another step towards being female. After the studs were inserted I paid for them while she admired herself in the mirror.

“Thank you.” Rebecca said kissing me on the cheek as we walked away. Passing the pet department I stopped. There handing on a hook was something that caught my eye. “Could you go pick up some milk darling” I said to Rebecca. “I will catch up.” She nodded and happily wandered off towards the back of the store. Once she was out the way I went and looked at the dog collars. I had thought about getting her one to wear but none of them caught my eye. Shrugging I hurried to catch up to her

Finishing up we drove back home and put the groceries away. Rebecca wanted to play with her makeup but I would not let her. Instead I put up my makeup and left hers out on the table for later. We had a late lunch and then settled down to perm and color her hair. Jim’s hair had been sandy brown before we started. But once this change was done I wondered if his own mother would recognize him.

Rebecca had been cute before but now, with earrings on and her hair permed in loose curls and colored she was beautiful. I felt a twinge of jealousy that she was better looking then I was but it passed when she kissed me in thanks. “Wait here” I said and went to get different studs for her to wear.

I held up a small box and opened it. Inside were the diamond earrings Jim had given to me in the past by accident. “I want you to wear this love.” I said as I held them up for Rebecca to see.

“I can’t… they’re yours” she replied her eyes big.

“Yes you can… I want you to.” I said as I removed the plain gold studs and replaced them with the diamonds. I smiled as she went to the bathroom to look at herself. In a matter of moments she was back hugging and kissing me happily.

“How can I ever repay you…” she said between kisses.

“By switching into your boots. Part of your punishment is when ever you are in the house and not showering, I want you wearing your boots dear.” I said in reply. She pranced off happily to the bedroom and in short order was back wearing a tee and the boots.

We were watching the Great Gasbey and eating popcorn when Rebecca said, “Mistress… There is more you should know about Jim.”

I looked at her and groaned, “What else?”

“Two things actually.” She said taking my hand in hers. “First you know about the separate checking accounts.”

“Yes so he could have his little spending money without ruining the budget” I said feeling better.

“Well… He made a little more then he told you.” I looked at her.

I knew Jim worked in an office as a worker bee following Asian markets. “How much more Rebecca?” I asked thinking, ‘That little shit holding out a raise on me.’

“Six figures.” She said quietly. “He has just over one hundred thousand in checking and much more in savings.

I turned to her shocked, “You mean to tell me he was not making just over six dollars an hour?” She shook her head no. “Why that son of a bitch!” I said mad.

“There’s more” Rebecca said softly.

Looking at her I said, “More? Oh shit… ok let me have it.”

Rebecca gulped and said looking me in the eye, “Jim does not love you, never did. You were just a place to live rent free and hang his hat.”

I felt my world crumble. The shock that he had an affair was bad, hiding money was bad, a closet transvestite a surprise. But to find he used me for the last five years was too much. I curled up and cried. When Rebecca tried to comfort me I said harshly, “Leave me alone, go to bed Rebecca.” She again reached out for me but I said, “Please go,” and she left. I don’t remember much of that night other then I spent it curled on the couch wallowing in self pity. My world was shattered and frankly I didn’t care if I lived or died.