Dressing for the cleanup crew

Aaron glanced worriedly at Sarah as he was led upstairs by the old woman. He couldn't risk making a scene with Luke there. If Luke found out.... No, not if, when... He glumly realized that with army of cops unpacking everything, they'd quickly learn the truth.

Sarah was left to make awkward small talk with Luke, trying to fend off questions about their history. She kept glancing upstairs, hoping that her dad had things under control Luke kept asking questions about her and her mother's history. She decided that the easiest way to deflect his questions was to just tell mostly the truth, only to swap her mom for her dad, just in case they got through this.

Yes, her father died a while ago. Yes, her mom missed her dad. Yes, they’ve had a hard time going through/getting rid of her things. Just trying to keep Luke’s suspicions at bay while she was stuck downstairs alone with him.

All the while, she kept glancing upstairs, hoping that that nosey old woman wouldn’t accidentally discover her mom was her dad.

Aaron wasn’t sure what was going on. The elderly woman thought he was hosting... hostessing... a party? She was clearly a busybody, and Aaron just wanted her out of his house and life at this point.

“Oh, my,” she said, seeing the disarray of the upstairs bedrooms. “You and your daughter are living like this?" She seemed to be a combination of stunned, dismayed, and upset. "This will never do!”

She looked around for moment, sighed, and said, “Well, dear, let’s get you ready. I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

Knowing she was a little hard of hearing, Aaron loudly told her his name.

“Erin!" the woman said, "Lovely name! I’m Betty. Let’s get you ready."

Ready? Ready for what? Aaron wasn't sure where she was going or what Betty had planned.

“Where is your lingerie, dear?" she asked, making Aaron worry about what she had planned. She pressed further, "Your foundation garments?”

Lingerie? Aaron didn’t feel like yelling about feminine underwear with a cop downstairs, so he gestured to the boxes and shrugged.

“I see,” Betty said, a very disapproving tone in her voice. “You MUST get things organized, dear.” She began rummaging through the wardrobe boxes, the packing boxes, and seeing what little Aaron had put away.

Betty held up his jeans he had on the other day. “You must miss him so much. But you really need to move on, Erin. This isn't healthy.” She tsked and shook her head at seeing boxer shorts and his tee shirts as well.

Aaron wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for, so he only half heartedly scoured the boxes, more keeping an eye on Betty and what she was up to than anything.

Slowly, Betty gathered up an armful of items. “Come on, Erin, your guests will be here shortly. Put these in, dear, and we’ll get started.” She ushered him into the bathroom, handed him the stack of items, and closed the door.

Betty immediately put the glasses she had hanging on a delicate chain around her neck, and pulled out a smart phone from a pocket in her skirt.

“I do hope the boy is paying attention,” she muttered to herself as she slowly began pecking away, mouthing the letters to herself, composing a text message. "And... sent." she said as she pushed "Send." She replaced the phone back into her pocket and removed her glasses.

"Now, I thought I saw a dress in there that will show off her wonderful figure... Oh, to still be that young..." she muttered as she went into the bedroom and began going through the wardrobe boxes, finding the dress she was thinking of, and started rummaging around for shoes for Erin. The sheer number of things that sweet Erin had left from her dead husband worried Betty, though. Well, she’d definitely help Erin move on from her dead husband

In the bathroom, Aaron went through the items Betty had handed him:

an old, small looking girdle, complete with garter straps

a rather industrial looking bra his wife had worn when pregnant

an unopened package of nude stockings.

He sighed and started stripping.

Aaron had a bit of trouble wriggling into the girdle. But the last thing he wanted was for this nosy woman to start asking him why he hadn’t changed or what was wrong when there was a cop... soon to be a house full of cops... just downstairs. He eventually got it worked into place. His junk was uncomfortably smashed, so he had to adjust that as well, pushing it down and out of sight. The girdle had a seam that lifted and curved his ass with the bonus of a firm panel in the front, nipping in his waist. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than a corset.

The bra came next, and Aaron was a little upset that she had picked this industrial thing rather than something more modern like he had been wearing. He then corrected himself thinking that he shouldn’t need a pretty bra at all! He hated the weight tugging on his skin when the bra came off, and quickly had the old fashioned bra hooked behind his back.

He sat on the closed toilet and rolled the stockings up his legs. He then attached the stockings to the garters hanging off of the girdle, slightly worried that he was getting the hang of all these feminine things he now had to do

He slipped on the short satin robe he had worn the other day, cinching the belt tightly so his robe didn’t come undone, unintentionally displaying his figure. The robe didn’t cover the tops of his stockings, and with the tightly tied belt, he looked like a WWII pinup in a short pink robe.

He stuck his head out the door looking around for Betty. "Hello?" he said worriedly, wondering what the old woman was up to.

Betty noticed the motion of the door opening and came out of his bedroom, smiling. “Come along now, dear. Let’s fix your makeup and hair. Then we’ll get you into one of your pretty dresses I found. Where is your vanity?”

Not having one of his own (thank God), Aaron gestured to Sarah’s room. Betty looked back and forth between what was obviously Erin’s room and her daughter’s, obviously not pleased with how Erin was running her household. “Honey, you really should have your own place to do your makeup! But let’s work with what we have for now.”

Feeling conspicuous and silly, Aaron slipped out of the bathroom and padded in his stocking feet into Sarah’s room.

Betty admired Erin’s figure as she followed her from behind. Surely her grandson would appreciate a feminine woman such as her. She obviously took care of herself. She just needed some help and direction in caring for a home.

Trying not to attract too much scrutiny by Betty, Aaron quickly sat in the chair Sarah used to put her makeup on. Trying to sit daintily at the vanity, he remembered to cross his legs once seated.

Betty came up behind him and undid his ponytail, brushing out his hair. Aaron thought that felt wonderful, and Betty could tell that he liked it.

“You should come with me to my beauty parlor, Erin,” she said as she brushed. “Not that you really need it, but some pampering does wonders for us women.”

She finally began curling and shaping his hair into her desired shape, looking around for some decent hair spray among Sarah’s collection. She finally picked something and began applying it liberally to Aaron’s head. He coughed a little as the cloud of firm hold spray engulfed his head.

“Shame we don’t have some good old fashioned AquaNet. That would do wonders for your hair, Erin." Betty said as she sprayed.

She then had him wipe off his lipgloss and she applied a bright red lipstick. He had to suck in his cheeks before she applied his blush. She redid his mascara, complaining that it would be better if he had on false lashes, and sprayed him with what Aaron thought was copious amounts of perfume.

“Now, let’s get you into one of your pretty dresses,” Betty said, ushering him back into the bedroom. She had found and old party dress of his wife. It was white cocktail dress with a scoop neck. Brightly colored spring flowers decorated the hem, while a slight crinoline gave the skirt a little fullness.

Aaron thought it looked like something out of the 50’s.

“Now dear,” Betty said and she helped Aaron out of the robe, “step into the dress and I’ll get you zipped up.”

As Aaron dropped his robe, Betty thought that what this woman needed was a good man to make an honest woman of her. And she knew just the man.

Aaron pulled the dress up, and Betty immediately zipped him into it, hooking a hook and eye closure at the top. It fit him like a glove, showing off his amplified feminine figure.

“Unfortunately,” Betty said, “there were the only shoes I could find that matched, dear. Still, they'll make your legs look lovely!”

She held up a pair of five inch white stiletto heels. Aaron inwardly groaned, but didn’t want to argue, as he’d have to shout for her to hear him, and he really didn’t want to attract Luke’s or any other officer’s attention from downstairs. He slid on the shoes and immediately regretted it.

He was wobbly. His calves were on fire in short order. And the shoes were a little too small, so they pinched his toes. Aaron looked in the mirror and pretty much saw a 50’s housewife in his reflection. He was turning side to side, unsure of what to think.

“Perfect. You are so attractive, dear,” Betty said smiling. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Aaron was looking at himself and said, “No. I’m not,” not really thinking about his answer.

“Eh?” Betty said.

Aaron repeated himself louder, “NO! I’M SINGLE!” He immediately regretted saying that as Betty smiled broadly.

Downstairs, Luke’s cleaning crew had begun to trickle in. Sarah was trying to give direction, with Luke supervising the men. Where did she want these pans? Where do the plates go? Where do you want this lamp? What should we do with empty boxes? She was being pulled in at least eight directions at once.

Luckily, at least, her family was never big on displaying photographs. Most of their pictures were digital these days anyway. There weren’t any of her and her parents, or of Aaron and Erin together to be discovered, unless the cops went through the old shoeboxes of photos. She began instructing the crew that anything paper- old bills, documents, birth certificates, things like that - should go into the basement to be sorted through later.

So far, they’d not found anything incriminating, but Sarah was nervous. It was only a matter of time.

She then heard her father declare loudly, “NO! I’M SINGLE!”

Luke grinned broadly at that statement, while Sarah was worried about what discussion was going on upstairs. She went over to the foot of the stairs and called, "Everything OK up there?"

"Yes," Arron called from his room. "We're coming back down now!"

Aaron had to take small, dainty steps in the wobbly heels. He was just not that steady in them, but Betty kept insisting that he looked great in them and just needed more practice. With Betty leading the way, he gingerly descended the stairs, with Luke admiring his legs the whole way down.

Luke smiled at Erin. She looked a little home maker-y, but he blamed the elderly woman for the style. Regardless, Erin was an attractive woman.

“You clean up nicely,” he said smiling.

Aaron blushed. He really hated being noticed by other men. He just wanted this charade over with.

Betty began chattering about how Aaron needed to serve the men some lemonade as they were doing so much work for her and Sarah. She dragged him into the kitchen and looked around, finding an apron and tying it around his narrow waist. They then got some frozen lemonade out of the freezer and made a pitcher of it.

Betty made certain that Erin was learning how to be a gracious hostess, something that ladies of this era seemed to have forgotten. She made sure Erin had a nice pitcher and glasses, and directed her to carry it around to each of the men, offering them a glass.

By the time Aaron was done, his calves and ankles were killing him. How did women walk in these things?

There was another knock in the door, and Betty nudged Aaron. “Why don’t you answer it, dear?” He looked to Sarah, but she was still directing unpacking, with questions flying at her from all sides.

Aaron minced over to the door to open it. It was a tall man wearing a sport coat. His dark hair was just beginning to show some salt and peppering of gray. He smiled at Aaron. “Is Betty...” he lit up when he saw Betty standing behind Aaron.

“Hi Grandma!” The man said, giving Betty a peck on the cheek and a hug.

“Hello, Brad!” Betty said, hugging him back. “Brad, this is Erin.”

Aaron offered what he hoped was a dainty hand to the man. Why had Betty’s grandson shown up here? With all these people now thinking a single mother and her daughter lived here, they would probably have to move again shortly.

Brad took Erin’s hand and gently shook it, noting that her nails were well kept. He could tell that Grandma had a hand in Erin's appearance. That woman loved the fifties and thought the world should return to that era. But, still, Erin had a killer figure and her legs went on for miles. He smiled broadly at the attractive woman. "Very pleased to meet you, Erin."

Betty moved behind Brad and smiled. “Brad, Erin is single, and not seeing anyone!”

Aaron’s eyes went wide as he realized that Betty was trying to set him up with her grandson! He took a step back, but his ankle wobbled in the heels, bent sideways, and Aaron fell to the floor.