Kylan helps Joy

After Kylan steps outside I make my way back into my bedroom. Sitting down at the vanity I curse that I haven’t gotten anything done this morning. Not only have I not quizzed Eileen about how I can avoid having sex or what it would take to get my gender changed, I haven’t learned how to put on some casual makeup. Shrugging to myself I go through the motions and put on my face again, knowing full well it’s more overtly attractive than what I’d prefer to wear.

With my face on I move to the closet and pick out the first dress that doesn’t strike me as ridiculous. It’s not too surprising that I still have to bypass five different ‘ridiculous’ dresses. While I’d rather it be a blue or green or even just red, it’s deep fuchsia style pink will do. It’s accented by two black and white polka dot panels on the skirt portion of the dress as well as a reversed white and black polka dot panel on the bust of the dress. It’ll certainly bring more attention to my chest, but at least my chest will be covered. Most of the dresses have such plunging necklines that my breasts would be threatening to pop out. With that tossed on the bed I move to the drawers and find the lingerie that’s obviously meant to go with this dress. The fuchsia silk panties and bra have subtle black lace on them and a matching garter belt. I pick out a pair of nude stockings with similar black lace on the thighs as well as a hair clip, necklace, and bracelet that will bring everything together.

Disrobing I leave the robe, dress, and bikini panties on the bed, hoping that I’ll get to change back into them later. As silly as I felt wearing them, they were very comfortable. Picking up the stockings I let out a little frustrated sigh when I see that they have a seam that runs down the back. I’ve seen women wear ones like this before and while it will fit that ‘retro’ fashion that seems to be in style here, I’m not exactly sure I’m ready to wear stocking that I’ll have to mind all day. As I’m holding them up and considering if I’d be better off with a black normal pair or these seamed stockings, I hear Kylan speaking as he approaches my door. “Miss Williams? I couldn’t get into your shed. There’s a lock on it that’s already been keyed. I’m assuming it’s your fingerprint that will open it unless you have a physical key for it. I don’t see one out here, do you have a key in there?”

I lay the stockings back on the bed, trying to imagine just how bad it would be to have the seam get and stay straight as I call over my shoulder “I haven’t seen a key Kylan. Hold on a bit and….”

Evidently Kylan wasn’t listening. Just as I was starting to ask him to hold on, he opens my bedroom door and starts walking in. Bent forward over my stockings as I am, I’m giving him the best possible view of my bare ass, and likely my bare pussy. Standing up I feel my heart miss a few beats as I don’t know what parts of my body to cover up. Turning around to face him would seem to be the worst option as I’d then flash him my breast and if he hadn’t already seen it from my bent over position before, my pussy. But that leaves him with the clear view of my ass.

Grabbing some of my laid-out clothes I bunch them up and try to cover my rear as I shout over my shoulder “Kylan!!! Get out of here right now!! I’m not dressed!!”

Hearing my high pitched shrill voice serves as another reminder of my feminine self. As if I needed another reminder, I see Kylan stopped dead in his tracks when I look over my shoulder toward the door. He has the door wide open but has stopped mid stride in the middle of the entryway. If I weren’t so embarrassed, the slack jawed expression on his face would be hilarious. As is, it’s clear from his wide open eyes that he’s taking in the vision of my barely covered body. And I quickly realize why, when I feel that the only clothes I grabbed to cover myself were the nude stockings themselves. I wasn’t giving myself anything other than a tiny bit of coverage.

Trying to sound at least like an adult, if not a man, I say “Young man, Get OUT NOW!”

That seems to have broken Kylan’s stupor and he backs out of my bedroom, closing the door loudly behind him. I can hear him shuffling away, quietly muttering “i’m so sorry miss williams”

It takes me a moment to calm my heart down. When I feel that I won’t shout or scream or even sound angry I lock the door and call out to Kylan “Kylan, I’m going to shower and get dressed. Sit down in the living room and stay there. Okay?”

I close my eyes and quietly laugh as I again hear his muffled voice, clearly pointed at the floor, “yes miss williams, i’m so sorry miss williams”

After I put my hair up into a bun, I move quickly into the shower, frustrating myself as I still haven’t had time to really explore this feminine body of mine. As soon as I’m clean I step out, dry myself off, and get dressed. It takes me longer than it should as I figure out on the go how to put the garter belt on as well as getting the stockings on straight. After plucking at the hems for a few moments I’m happy enough that they’re straight and then put the dress and jewelry on. Using the brush, I part my hair and use the clip to give myself at least a moderately different look and then take my time to again put my evening face back on.

Looking in the mirror I feel like I’m overdressed by a factor of ten but know that it must be somewhat normal as this is one of the least ‘overdressed’ dresses in my closet. After a final inspection of myself I step out of the bedroom and find Kylan sitting in the living room. My heart does a quick loop as I see he’s in the same chair that his father had sat in while I…. well, while I did what I did to him the other night. After pushing that out of my head I note that he’s just sitting there looking down at his hands in his lap.

“Kylan, I’m sorry I shouted at you, but you shouldn’t step into a woman’s bedroom without permission. I won’t tell your dad about this, but you need to promise me it won’t happen again, okay?” I try to get a good mixture of pissed off neighbor, concerned older sister, and young teacher all in one.

Kylan looks up at me, taking his time to take in my whole body before meeting my eyes and saying “Yes Miss Williams. I’m still very sorry about that.”

I nod, hoping that it’s all behind us. When Kylan stands up though I let out a frustrated huff as he asks “Miss Williams? I’m sorry, but I’ve just never seen something like it before… Why does your butt say ‘Brat’?”

I shake my head and go for adult admonishing an older child as I say “That’s none of your business. Why don’t we talk about the shed. You said it needs a key or my fingerprint?”

We step out to the shed and I find that the lock has both a physical space for a key and a biometric pad on it. I have no idea how they could have programed it without using my finger, but I’m able to unlock it using my fingerprint. Kylan starts going into his more comfortable routine as he inventories the shed. The only thing he says I should have is some grass seed and weed killer, but he says he can get them later in the afternoon.

Once we’re back inside Kylan offers to help me shop for furniture. I try to refuse as I have no desire to head out into a more public place, but Kylan pulls out a similar stopwatch thingie from his pocket like his dad had the night before. When he opens it there’s a full keyboard though instead of a rotating dial. When he types something in and sets it on the table, it projects a display up at eye level that just hangs in the air. “No problem, Miss Williams. We can do the shopping here and then I’ll go get it for you!”

Sitting with Kylan and shopping for furniture was relaxing. I let him control where he was showing me displays from and instead focused on what I wanted. It felt a little silly buying furniture when I may well be leaving in less than a week, but I figured it might seem odd to Kylan and his dad if I didn’t do so. I ordered a new living room set as I honestly didn’t’ want to be reminded of what happened on the other chair. I ordered some nick knacks for the empty shelves and a full bedroom set for the currently empty spare bedroom. I take Kylan’s recommendation on an entertainment center and will honestly look forward to him setting it up and showing me how entertainment is consumed here.

After adding a list of groceries, including more fresh food, Kylan says he can go get everything after lunch. When I smile and thank him for his help, however, he just grins and puts his hands in his pockets. I look around, wondering if he’s waiting for a tip or something. Giving myself some time I ask aloud “So, it’ll only take you a couple hours to get everything?”

While Kylan continues to grin and tell me that he can use his dad’s vehicle to get everything, I internally ask Eileen what’s going on and why he isn’t leaving. Eileen’s ever pleasant voice almost comes across as admonishing, “Women are expected to care for neighborhood children Joy, especially those that are directly assisting them with tasks such as baking cookies, making crafts, or doing yard work. As it’s lunch time, your neighbor child Kylan is likely waiting for you to provide him with lunch.”

I inwardly wince as it never occurred to me to make him lunch. At his age I’d have simply gone home and made a sandwich or even just bought some food while I was out running errands. But if that’s what this society expects, I’ll play along. Keeping my smile in place I say “So you probably are hungry and want to eat before you go. How about some soup?”

Kylan sets himself up at my dining room table while I find an apron to put on. I end up fishing around the pantry and find a can of heat-and-serve soup as well as some crackers. While it warms up in the oven, Eileen insisting it cooks there and not on the stovetop, I look through until I find a couple bowls and placemats. Grabbing some flatware, I come out to the dining room and set two settings. By the time the soup is hot I’ve poured us each a glass of iced tea and sit down to eat with Kylan. I’m a little taken aback as he’s incredibly polite but he comes across as someone much younger. He acts almost as I would have acted at age 8, instead of 17. He even asks to be excused when he’s finished. I have to let him leave the table and even give permission to use the bathroom before he tells me he’s going to go get my shopping items and will be back shortly.

I clean up and a few minutes later find myself alone with nothing more to do. I spend the next hour or so questioning Eileen about the Mishigami society but get only partial or fragmented answers. A lot of her information is limited as it’s only available in written form at the local library. There are no digital versions of many reference books. After I make a list of books for Catty to check out, I hear Kylan pull up.

When I go out to meet him and try to help, Kylan looks like I just killed a puppy in front of his eyes. He sputters and shakes and finally protests, telling me that he can and WILL take care of everything. Once I’m back inside, I check with Eileen to see why he was so upset. She takes longer and says that she only has 68% confidence in her answer as some reference books are not available, but she believes women do not perform physical jobs when there is a man around to do it for them. It may have been insulting of me to act like I didn’t want him to do it, and it may have even come across that I didn’t believe he was strong enough or manly enough to perform these tasks.

And then Eileen suggested I make him some cookies.

Internally, while I watched Kylan bring in box after box of purchases, I ask “Eilieen? Why the hell would I make cookies. I don’t want cookies.”

Eileen’s pleasant voice simultaneously sounds kindly and as though she’s talking to an idiot. “You are supervising a neighborhood child that is performing tasks for you. Women who are assisted by neighborhood children are expected to make fresh cookies for them.”

I pinch my nose and shake my head, wondering how this society could work when they expect women to be sex starved submissive sluts toward men and June Cleaver toward neighborhood children. Especially when this neighborhood child may only be weeks away from women being sex starved submissive sluts toward him. Would he want cookies after I kneel down and….

I turn and stomp into the kitchen, regretting the four-inch heels I’d picked out and really regretting not sitting down for the past couple hours while I had been quizzing Eileen. Now it looks like I’ll be on my feet for at least another hour making…. Cookies.

Eileen carries me through a recipe she has and together we make a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Just as I’m once again finishing up washing the dishes… why don’t they have dishwashers?... Kylan comes in and says he’s done. I don’t even bother covering up my giggling as I watch his eyes flit between my chest and the tray of cookies. I guess he truly is at the age that both are equally attractive to him. Once I have myself under control I say “That’s lovely Kylan. Grab a couple cookies, and you can show me how this entertainment center works.”