The Mechanic's Niece Pt. 01

It's now 12 years since I was placed in protective custody as I was a witness for the prosecution in a high court case. Back then, I was a 21 year old normal guy. I didn't get up to much and not had a large friend group, actually, I had no friends really, I would just hop from job to job to pay for my needs.

So, when I was a witness to a crime in my temp job to a murder, I never knew how much my life was about to change.

"You need to be placed in to protective custody, your life is in immediate danger. This was a high profile gang related hit. Their connections and network are vast"

Of course, fear took over and my life began hiding began. Little did I know, this was not to be a short period of time.

I was placed in the care of a ex-military guy, who was in his 40's, 6ft'2 and of Italian decent. I was advised he had the expertise and know how that would keep me safe. No one knew where he was taking me, only a trusted few of his military colleagues would have contact. My journey began and after what seemed an age, we stopped at a house that was backed into a woodlands. He showed me my room and told me to leave my kit there and then come downstairs then to go over the many rules we would have to follow.

The house was pretty big and my room was large, with an ensuite. It was facing the back of the grounds which had a clearing of trees so the top of a mountain was visible. I dropped my bag off and headed downstairs.

"As we spoke of in the car, you will refer to me as Fred. It will be necessary to interact with locals from time to time. In this case, I will play the role of your uncle. Don't get caught up in conversations with locals here, they are pretty nosy, but harmless. I work as a mechanic in the local garage here. If I'm not here, I will be there, its close by."

He continued. "Previously, I had a woman here who was in my care, her story was she was my sister-in-law, so we will continue this by you playing the role of her nephew. Your here to help me out for a while. The room you are staying in is where Sarah stayed and is the safest room in the house. Just follow my instructions always. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" I answered immediately. "How long will I be here?" I asked.

"Sarah was here for 18 months."

My mouth must have dropped because he immediately followed with " The one before that a week." I didn't want to think about how long it could take because this case was in its early stages and they needed to build a case with other witnesses too.

After some food and little talk, I decided to go to bed. The journey was a long one. I opened my bag so I could place the few items I had into the wardrobe. It was a huge old oak wardrobe with two doors separated by a long mirror. Opening the left door first, I found it full of clothing. It must have been Sarah's clothes, I thought. Then opening the other door there were various hats, scarves, handbags and wigs at the top and rows of shoes at the bottom. Too full to put anything in there, so I walked over to a dressers that had four drawers and a vanity mirror on top.

The first drawer was full of make up, the second, underwear and nylons. The third drawer had other types of womens items and the fourth was empty. So, my few items of clothing had a place finally. I walked into the ensuite and had a nosey. It had a bath with shower, wash basin and cabinets. I opened one of the cabinets which had towels and bedding. That's where it all started, days turned into weeks and by the third week, I was bored stiff. There was only so much TV or old DVD movies I could cope with.

Fred left every morning to go to work at the garage. I was under strict instructions to never leave the house. One day he returned to the house early. He had confirmation that there were a gang o people out looking for me. The description given was a male, 21, dark hair, brown eyes, slim build, 5ft 7. This rattled Fred.

"Even though it's secure here, there was still a risk. We need to think outside of the box and I think the best thing to do is change you into a totally different person, so to distract anyone looking here. You need a totally new disguise. My colleague will be here tomorrow to help out. She will help work out a plan.

Nervous now and Fred and chatted over various types of disguises that were an option. Then, it looked like a light bulb went off in his head.

"We are going to completely transform you. He didn't finish the sentence. I didn't push.

The following day, a woman arrived, she was about 5"6, blonde in a ponytail wearing a baseball cap. She was very attractive and was dressed casually with jeans, t shirts and trainers. She called herself Trina. Trina and Fred were talking in the kitchen when she said

"We have a lot of work to do" she said to me. "Be prepared to have to make a lot of changes."

Trina went upstairs and was moving around from room to room. Fred just sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee and sometimes glancing up to the ceiling. Eventually, Trina called me upstairs.

I went to my room where she was and saw she had been in all drawers and the wardrobe.

"These guys are looking for a young male. You have a slim build and your height, don't take this to heart, you would pass for being more feminine than masculine and it is going to make our task a little easier. I am going to transform you into a woman, I will teach you everything and it will be the best way to hide you in plain sight."

She saw my face as I stood shocked and speechless.

"Honestly, you're not very masculine for a 21 year old and this will work in our favor. With that, it seemed I had no say in the matter.

So a daily routine was prepared for me. Trina had set up a daily schedule and I was to never touch my own clothes in the bottom drawer. Every morning, Trina would wake me, l would go to the bathroom where I showered and she would get me to shave all body hair. Next, hair removal cream everywhere, this would make sure not to miss anything.

Trina set up a makeup case beside the dresser and once she had got me to moisturise everywhere, I would sit down in front of the mirror to let it dry. Eight light bulbs illuminated the three mirrors. Trina took a stencil for eyebrow shaping and patiently taught me how to trim eyebrows and then how to contour and how to blend in the colours using different brushes.

The results were astounding and it completely changed my appearance. So, every morning, I would sit in front of the mirror, trying to perfect what Trina had shown me. Trina also pierced both my ears with diamond studs. Toenails and fingernails nails were filed and shaped.

"You will need to let your finger nails grow a little and then strengthen them with this clear varnish and then change colours to suit your outfits. Daily, Trina would check to see I was on top of them. Various types of clothes were laid on the bed. Mostly tight jeans and tops, but I did have to ask, "Why do I needed a bra knickers and nylons. She just abruptly said, "We need you to get used to wearing female clothing. You can not show any of your true self"

Five days a week I would wear normal clothes, like Jeans, T-shirts and trainers. These were comfortable around the house. As well as the training, I took care of laundry and taught how to press and iron dresses, skirts and blouses. All had to be hung neatly in their place in the wardrobe. Trina would constantly guide me on how to walk and what mannerisms to use as well as what it meant to be eloquent and elegant.

Some days, Trina would sit beside me and get dressed up. She was gorgeous wearing a summer dress and white trainers. It pushed me to work harder and pay more attention to details.

During the afternoons, we spent one hour sitting a day in front of a piano and play a note over and over again teach me how to change my voice to that key. It was similar to singing, but talking through a song with higher pitch.

On weekends, the routine makeup still took place, but in the late afternoons, Trina would get me to try on evening wear. She took out skirts and dresses to see which suited my age, mixing and matching were fun and with different types of shoes. There were two pairs or patent stiletto heels, one black and one red. Also high heel sandals in different colours. I found it easier to walk in a pair of black sandals with straps around my ankles.

"We will take you into town some evening, just to see how you cope"

"But why? " I asked, "Can I just not stay here?" Fred jumped in and said

"You will be driven crazy staying in this house, you will need to get out now and again. This persona will need to have a lot of confidence to play the part. I had to trust in their reasoning, these are the experts and Trina's teaching was paying off as I was now already playing the part, "Too well" they both commented.

On Sundays, Trina would let me choose different types of dresses. I liked wearing light summer dresses around the house, it gave me a feeling of being free for some reason. Learning to walk in heels at weekends, I would walk with smaller strides and using more feminine movements with my hands and sway my hips. This was fun and I now began to enjoy the feeling of being feminine.

After 8 weeks or so, I now had the routine perfect. Trina had advised to let my hair keep growing as it was now thickening and longer without a hair cut. I had already a thick head of hair and she sat me down at the dresser table and began to brush it.

"We need to give you a temporary style while it grows, We can give you some highlights which will grow nicely. She first bleached all of my hair, then added a lighter brown colour and added highlights later using a cap. The highlights gave me a different look compared to my natural colour. Trina was able to give my flat hair volume and lift. It worked well because looking back at me from the dresser mirror was a young woman, I hardly recognised myself. Trina advised, "Once it gains length, you can have a new style"

All was in place now, my training continued. One evening, Trina was in the kitchen talking with Fred and then looked at him announcing, "She's ready, time to see if she passes the test." Fred nodded and then looked at me.

"We will be going to the local bar. Just do exactly what you have been training for all this time. Trina will watch others to see their reaction to you. Don't panic if someone speaks to you or looks at you. This is where you can be the new you." Hesitant to talk, I began to mumble trying to say, this is crazy. But both Fred and Trina just kept their stun faces locked on me.

"This is all too much and too quick for me!" I finally blurted out in my high pitched voice. "How is this even a thing?" I asked.

"You're gonna be fine" Trina then said, sounding a little more friendlier than normal. You will give you just order a drink at the bar for us and you just need to be yourself, or just be Sandra.

"Sandra?" I replied. "Is that my name?"

"Yes, she replied, You're Sandra now. You need to take on this new personality and embrace it, live it truly which will hide you for the duration of protective custody." I had no choice now, all my old male habits were to be erased with the constant training and learning, it hit me when she named me.

"Okay" I whispered in my new voice. "That's very good!" Fred said looking pleased. "That's exactly how you need to sound, now up you go and get dressed. We will be leaving in an hour.

I went upstairs. Trina winked at me giving me an encouraging nod and followed. I stood in front of the wardrobe, my ears were burning for some reason. I calmed myself down and decided if I was going to a bar, then I should really dress up. Trina agreed. I took a black polo neck and a tartan skirt and placed it on the bed, then chose a matching pair of black bra and knickers. Then a pair of black 15 denier tights. I stripped down and caught a sight of my male figure in the mirror.

"Bye for now!" I said to myself as I began to put on the knickers, carefully tucking and hiding my ridiculously small penis and balls. Taking the bra, I tied the clasps in front of me first and then spun the clasp to the back and pulled the straps up to my shoulders making a snapping sound. I carefully began placing a pair of false breasts in each cup and shaping them. Trina had chosen the size to match my physique, a C cup.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took the tights and pulled one leg up my arm, and opened my hand inside, to the toes, then my other hand followed down. Stretching out the nylons at the toe. This allowed me put my foot in and easier to slowly pull them up my thighs. I took a moment to admire the feeling of them on and ran my hand down my leg to my toes and adjusted the nylons over my painted toe nails.

When both legs were done, I stood up and pulled the tights up to my waist and snapped into place. With a quick glance, I turned my head around to see myself in the mirror of behind, I found myself up on my tip toes and began to turn left and right to see different angles. I took the polo neck and put it on, careful to make sure I had pulled it over my breasts correctly. I stood sideways to the mirror and I admired the shape of my breasts which gave me a twitch. Then slipping into the skirt, I liked the feeling it gave as I pulled up my legs over the tights.

Now my shoes, I had struggled at first to get to grips with the higher heels, so I decided to chose a pair of black 3 inch sandals which were very comfortable. I put on a necklace over the polo neck and a watch with a bangle on my other wrist. Lastly, I fixed my hair in place as Trina had thought me. This time, I used a hairband to hold it back. Make up already done, I stood there a while and looked at Sandra. She was actually very convincing I thought. Trina had been silent making sure I did everything correctly.

Walking away from the mirror I began looking at my backside again and spun round to face it fully. I stood in a pose and eyed up and down making sure I had not forgotten anything. Oh yes, perfume, I gave myself a quick spray on my wrists and neck. I was ready. I took a black velvet jacket over my arm and a handbag with a long strap over my shoulder where it rested on my hip. I had put my lipstick in it just in case.

"Let's go then" Sandra said, looking pleased.

Downstairs, Fred watched as I was descending the stairs in a perfect feminine manner. "Will I pass?" I asked, looking at them closely for any sign of negativity.

"Perfect!" he said immediately. "Well done Trina" Fred said as he looked me up and down. "That is some transformation!"

"Good, I was worried I might not have passed" I said in my female voice. Both of them looked impressed. It made me relax.

We left the house, I with Fred in one car and Trina behind us in another car as she was going to be separated from us. Fred's plan was for us to walk into the bar together and then I was to order a drink for us as he used the toilet. It was a 'plan' When we got there, I got out if the car. I fixed my skirt, pinched my tights as they slightly twisted as I sat into the car and walked confidently beside Fred into the bar. The next hour was nerve wracking but was a success, no weird looks or any conversations. A guy sitting on a bar stool was pretty drunk and asked me if I wanted a drink, but I just said I have one, looking at Fred. He smiled and I could feel him looking at me from behind.

After a while and a few drinks later, the barman and I caught each others eye and he smiled. A weird sensation went through my body. What was that? I thought. Fred finished his drink and we got up and left to go home.

"Well done" Fred said quietly. "Phase one completed." Back at the house Trina was already waiting and had watched me the whole time from the other side of the bar and saw the exchange of glances between myself and the barman.

"Looks like you have an admirer she said smiling broadly. I went red with embarrassment. "Don't be shy, it's exactly the reaction we needed for you to pass. Nothing like a guy eyeing you up and down to compliment your hard work.

After chatting for most the night, Trina said her job was done and she was leaving next morning. I felt a bit sad as we had grown close over the past weeks. I didn't know whether to thank her or not as I was now no longer that weedy male, but a confident lady, which she had created. "Best of luck Sandra, just practice your mannerisms daily, watch some 'rom coms' and how the women present themselves, this will help. Morning TV is a good place to watch presenters"

"Take care Trina" I replied kissing her on both cheeks. She said her goodbyes and left just as she had arrived, stealthy.

I took her advice and watched movies over and over again to imitate the women. My favorite films were 'Pretty Woman' and 'Stepford Wives' as they had they were more appealing to me. I would practice my voice training daily and one thing that was awkward, was how hard it was to hide my private parts when wearing certain trousers or jeans. I eventually perfected a way to do this, using nylon stocking and a sanitary towel. It was now tucked away and hidden from view. I would eventually learn to never stand up in the toilet again. Habits make perfect!

Time to time, I would go to town and my face became familiar to the locals. I would dress differently depending on the weather and how long I would be in town. 'The mechanic's niece' is what I was known as.

One day, in the general store, the wife of the local sheriff, Grace, stopped me in the cereal aisle and commented on how well I looked. I was wearing a blue summer dress and a white knitted cardigan, tanned tights to give my legs a bit of colour and 3 inch block sandal heels. I blushed and said

"Thanks Grace, how are you?"

She noticed me blushing.

"You need to get out more Sandra. We hardly see you. The town is holding a dance on Saturday night, you have to come and mingle with us."

I was a little nervous now, I had not been around a lot of people in the past 5 months. "I'll see what Fred is doing" I replied hurriedly.

"He will be there." Grace said confidently, and so will my son, you already know him, he knows you!" "Do I? I replied.

"Yes, he works in the bar, Cody is his name. He hasn't stopped asking about you since coming into the bar"

"Oh my, well, er yes, I have seen him from time to time" I was now even more red and nervous. Grace tilted her head and gave a knowing look and smiled. "It's a date then, nothing like a good excuse to dress up and let your hair down, see you Saturday then!" She took off to the register, not giving me really a choice. "See you then!!! " I replied loudly, then covered my mouth as my voice echoed.

At home, Fred agreed with Grace when I mentioned it to him and he said it would be the perfect opportunity to relax and play the part. I mentioned that Grace had said Cody has been talking about me, I was worried.

"Yep, he has been asking about you daily when he pops into the garage now and again."

"What" I blurted out, "What did you say?"

Fred went on to tell me he gave Cody limited information but that I was Sarah's niece and I was single. "Why did you say that?" He just ignored my question and went on to say, maybe you should both meet up. I was shocked at how blaise he was. "Is this not a bad idea? I asked.

He looked at me and just said "Why? What else have you to be doing? You have transformed into an attractive woman, why wouldn't you get his attention? Anyway, we will be going to the dance, so you may need to go shopping for a new dress. He was right, the only clothes I had were casual or at least daytime and I had worn all the clothes in various forms one way or the other.

"Go to town, and go see Cindy at the boutique beside the post office. She will help you out."

The next morning, I went into town with Fred, "Off you go" he said, Cindy is waiting for you." I walked through the town and came across a boutique which had some dresses and shoes in the window. I entered and started to browse. Cindy, the owner came over to me. She had blonde bobbed hair, in her late 40's, she was a very attractive lady. Her stiletto heels clicked across the floor as she approached me.

"You finally were let loose?" she asked as she gave me a kiss on both cheeks. "I'm Cindy, Fred has already given me the heads up on Saturday night."

"Nice to meet you Cindy" I answered, I was happy that she was so relaxed and easy to talk to. She made her way to a back room and as she spoke in a whirlwind of talk about the dance, she reappeared with 2 coffees. "One sugar and milk? " she asked, but already knew. "So, tell me, how are you settling in?" I proceeded with the script I was given and Cindy smiled.

"Darling, has Fred not told you, we are dating" It took me by surprise. " He never said anything to me" I replied, a little taken aback, now worried how much she knew. Just as I thought that, she said

"I know everything darling, I asked Fred not to let you know, as I wanted to see how you carried yourself and I have to say, Trina did a great job." I nearly peed myself with shock. My face must have been a picture because Cindy laughed out loud. "Don't worry darling, your secret is safe with me." I felt a load of relief leave my mind as we spoke for the next 30 minutes about what the dance entailed and who I was to avoid in the town. Finally, Cindy took a deep breath.

"The dance, we will find you the perfect dress." She went over to a rail with full of dresses and pulled out 4 dresses, of course she already had my size ready and sent me to the dressing room.

"Try them on and come out so I can see you." Each dress, different colors were short and just above the knee.

After trying on all four, we both agreed that a black nylon laced cocktail dress suited me nicely. It had long black nylon sleeves and a V neck in front and a nylon back. She then handed me a pair of black velvet high heeled open toe 4 inch heels. I was already wearing black tights which went well with the dress but were really high.

Standing in front of the mirror, I was amazed at how beautiful it looked on me. I turned around slowly and felt a surge if delight rush through me. Cindy was clapping quietly, " You look beautiful Sandra." I will wrap these up for you now, the dress, shoes and 2 pairs of black tights, "Always be prepared, in case you ladder one!" she said. I will be coming over to the house on Saturday at 5 pm when I close here. I am also going to the dance, so we can get ready together. I can help with your hair and makeup."

This pleased me greatly and I was elated.

Thanking Cindy for all her help, I said I could not wait to see her on Saturday and then left the store smiling broadly. I then saw Cody across the street, leaning against a building. He looked up and caught me looking. I quickly put my head down and headed towards the garage. Cody called out to me, "Emm Sandra, have you a minute?" I was a little shocked and stopped as he came towards me. "Do you remember me? Cody from the bar?"

"Of course, Cody, how are you? I asked playing the elusive female part.

"My mother told me you are coming to the dance on Saturday.

"Err, why yes, I am indeed" I replied as feminine as possible.

"Would it be ok if I escorted you to the dance? he asked sheepishly. I could see it was nerve wrecking for him. I thought for a second and decided to play it safe. "How about I meet you there?" He smiled. "Yes, yes, that would be great. Okay so, I'll see you Saturday" he asked, not needing and answer. He began to run back to the bar as he repeated his words. "Saturday" I replied and I worked my way back up the street to where Fred was waiting for me.

"So, how did it go?" he asked, grinning. I jokingly began to slap him on the arms as he started laughing.

"She knows," I finally said under my breath, carefully looking around in case anyone heard me. That night, as I prepared dinner, we laughed like we had not done before and there seemed to be a release of tension in the house.

Part 2: Sandra's first time