Orphan 1

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I was in class listening to the geography teacher droning on about cloud types when the door opened and the school secretary came in and had a word with teacher. They exchanged words and then the secretary came over to me.

"Hello Lisa, can you come with me to the office please."

Odd, I hadn't done anything wrong as far as I could tell, not anything that anyone would know about that is for sure. I followed her to the headmaster's office, and she knocked and we entered. My Uncle Jeremy was there with Mr Arbuckle the headmaster. Uncle Jeremy was Mum's brother.

"Hello Lisa," my uncle said.

"Please sit down," Mr Arbuckle said.

"Lisa," Uncle Jeremy said, "I have some sad news. There was a car accident, with a lorry on the M62. I am sorry but both of your parents died."

Oh. Well that was a shit. I can't say I was close to them, I had spent virtually all my life in boarding schools. Dad was something in the government and was abroad a lot, so, it was Boarding school for me whilst Mum and Dad were in various differing parts of the world. I usually only saw them at Christmas, more often than not I was one of just a couple of students at school when term had finished.

I didn't say anything, what could I say?

"I have spoken with the headmaster," Uncle Jeremy said, "and we think it is best if you stay here until the end of the school year, you will be eighteen by then and you can decide what you want to do. Your parent's will has you as a ward of mine until you are twenty one and then you come into your funds and can do what you want."

"Okay," I said. It meant nothing to me, I didn't know my parents, my now dead parents, I hardly knew Uncle Jeremy, he used to be there at the Christmas times that I spent with my parents. I didn't call it home, whatever school I was at was home, not where my parents lived.

I sat there trying to remember what my parents looked like, and I really couldn't. I had a recent photo of them in my dorm, but unless I looked at it, I wouldn't be able to describe them. How odd.

"Do you want some time, Lisa," Headmaster asked, "You can be excused class for the rest of the day if you need. I know this must be a shock."

"No Headmaster," I replied, "I shall go back to classes thank you."

"I shall pick you up at the end of the school year," Uncle Jeremy said, "in the meanwhile, just phone me if you need anything."

"Okay Uncle Jeremy," I said, and the secretary took me back to the class room and I took my seat and realised that I had hardly missed any of the details on clouds, lucky me.

The school year droned on, I took my exams, passed them as expected and then it was time to pack my things and go with Uncle Jeremy. As we girls all mustered awaiting our pick-ups, I said goodbye to the girls I had sort of been friendly with, but we didn't exchange details or numbers, we would go our separate ways.

Uncle Jeremy appeared out of the throng of parents and guardians and came up to me and put his arms around me and hugged. That felt strange, no one ever did that, I wasn't sure how to respond.

"Right then Lisa, how are you, how have you been, Headmaster kept me informed of your progress, and I must say that you seem to have done very well. You can probably have your pick of university."

"Thank you Uncle Jeremy, I haven't decided. I seem to have been at school ever since I was four, I think I want some freedom, perhaps take a year out."

"Of course, of course. Come on, let's get your bags in the car and head off."

"I only have the one bag Uncle," I said. Basically, all I had was school uniform, I hadn't been anywhere to need anything else. I had one smart non uniform dress that I wore when I went home at Christmas, and that was about it.

"Goodness, well, tomorrow then, I think we need to take you shopping and buy you some outfits, you won't be needing school uniform for a start."

It took about four hours to get back to Yorkshire to Uncle Jeremy's house, it seemed quite large, in a small housing development on the edge of town. Uncle opened the house and ushered me in.

"I have a key for you, you can come and go as you wish," he said handing me a key which I presumed was for the front door. "The alarm code is your birthday, so easy to remember, you just put the numbers in and press set on your way put, or unset on your way in. Okay?"

"Yes Uncle."

"You can just call me Jeremy if you prefer, Uncle sounds so childish, and you are a grown woman now."

"Okay Jeremy." Grown woman, sounded so odd, yes I was over eighteen now, but that birthday just passed whilst I was at school, as with all my birthdays it was not celebrated, it simply happened. I was over eighteen, Woo Hoo.

"Come on, let me take you up to what will be your bedroom, you can settle in, and tomorrow we will go to the White Rose shopping centre and buy you a load of clothes. I am guessing that you are a size ten, but we will find out tomorrow."

I followed Jeremy upstairs into a wonderfully large room, it had a double bed, wardrobes, drawers, its own bathroom, it was amazing, I didn't have to share it with anyone.

"Put your towels in the laundry basket which is on the landing once a week and I will wash them, same with any of your clothes. Once you have settled in, we will work out what you can do to help around the house, probably the laundry will become your job, but we can ease you into that. Is that okay?"

I said yes and Jeremy took me on a tour of the house. He showed me his bedroom which was actually next to mine, he also had his own bathroom. There were two other bedrooms and a separate standalone bathroom upstairs. Downstairs there was a dining room, a lounge, a large kitchen and a conservatory.

"There is a hot tub in the garden that you can use," he said, "it's easy once you get the hang of it. I used to use it without a costume, but that was because I lived alone, now you are here I shall wear a costume just so as not to embarrass you."

"Okay Jeremy. I will need to buy a costume whilst we are out tomorrow," I said, I only have the school swimming costume and it is a bit old now, it needs to go in the bin really."

"Probably along with all your school uniform unless you want to hang on to it for some reason."

"No Jeremy, I have no desire to ever see my school uniform ever again."

"Okay, just that sometime, people like to dress up, and a school uniform is quite a popular choice."

"I did not know that."

"No, I guess not, I suppose that you had a sheltered life in a girls boarding school."

"I suppose, I don't know, it was just what it was."

"Indeed. I will go and get your suitcase and take it up to your room, you can sort out what you want, and then come down and we will see what you like in terms of a takeaway and I will get us some tea ordered."

With that he went back out to the car. I went up to what was my new home, at least until I was twenty-one and came into money of my own and could stay here, if Jeremy allowed it, or could get my own place. I had never had to plan anything before, now I kind of did, it was both scary and exciting.

I was sat on the bed when Jeremy came in with my bag, swinging it up and placing it on the bed next to me.

"All yours, I'll leave you to it."

"Okay, thank you Jeremy," I said, he smiled and left me to it. I opened my case and took out my knickers and bras and put them in a drawer. My vests went into another drawer, skirts, blouses and dresses I hung up. Sports knickers and swimming costume went into another drawer, and that was pretty much it, what was I to do? I had no idea.

I decided I would have a shower, it looked somewhat different to the showers at school, for a start it was a cubicle for one person, the one at school could fit sixteen girls at a time. I stripped off, and stood in the shower and fiddled with the controls until I got a warm shower and stood under it, grabbing the gel soap and a sponge to wash myself.

I had never smelled anything like the gel, it was amazing, and it lathered up much more than the school soap did, I also washed my hair, again a much better lather than the school hair wash. I smiled, and enjoyed the sensual pleasures of non-school products.

I went back into my bedroom, and lay naked on the bed, just enjoying the freedom that I had never had. Nudity at school was frowned upon, and the only time I ever saw any of the other girls naked was in the showers, and Matron was always around and if anyone was caught looking at anyone else, then a shouting occurred and a direction to mind your business.

I put my only posh dress on over my bra and knickers and went down to see Jeremy. I thought my dress was very pretty but Jeremy took one look and frowned.

"Oh my goodness girl, we so have to get you shopping tomorrow." He said, his head shaking. "Anyway, right, what do you fancy for tea, Chinese, Indian, Fish n Chips, KFC, Burger, what? You choose.

"I haven't had most of them, so I wouldn't know, honestly, and I don't want to choose something and then discover I don't enjoy it."

"Okay," Jeremy said, "no problem, I will choose, tonight we will have a Chinese, and I will order a few different dishes, it doesn't matter if we don't eat it all, you will get a taste of different things, and so you will know for next time."

"Thank you," I didn't know what else to say, my life had been so sheltered, and here I was at age eighteen experiencing the world for the first time. It felt strange. Jeremy poured some wine into glasses, and we went and sat in the lounge. I had never had alcohol before and I wasn't sure of the taste. It was odd, like nothing I had ever tasted before.

"This is a Chablis," Jeremy explained, "there are lots and lots of wines, but I think the Chablis will go best with our Chinese, it has a clean and crisp taste."

We talked about school, and how I had only done what was school approved, I had, for example, never gone to the cinema, I had only seen a few films that had been linked to something we were studying at school, Television was a rare event, again something that was usually only linked to main events. We watched things like the Olympics because it linked to the sports we were doing at school.

"I cannot believe how sheltered a life you have had," Jeremy said, "I am going to be able to show you so much."

"Thank you," I said, unsure how else to respond, I didn't know what I had missed and so I didn't know what to expect. There was a knock at the door, Jeremy got up to answer it.

"Right," he said, "our takeaway has arrived, let's go into the kitchen."

Jeremy unpacked a load of foil trays and placed them on the table. It was a feast, food I have never had before. I loved all of it, I had no idea what we had, but it was all delicious. "We will try Indian tomorrow night," Jeremy said.

We sat and watched TV in the evening, it was just mesmerising, so much utter drivel that was also captivating, I could lose a lifetime watching it, and then it was bedtime, I was tired and was yawning. We went up and I said goodnight to Jeremy and he bent forward and kissed me on my cheek, I was unsure how to respond, it was a sign of affection I had never experienced.

I slept naked, I loved the freedom, no other girls in the dorm, no Matron insisting on decency, I simply stripped, used the toilet, cleaned my teeth and lay in bed luxuriating in the soft bedding that almost hugged me as I lay there.

"Come on, come on," Jeremy called into my room, "we have to go shopping, up you get lazy bones."

I had slept all night, the best night's sleep I could ever remember having. I got out of bed and went into my own bathroom, used the loo, had a shower and wandered back into my bedroom. As I went out of my bathroom I looked out through my door, Jeremy was there on the landing and he looked at me as I walked naked across my bedroom.

I put on some clean knickers and aa bra, and then my only non school uniform dress. I pulled my bedding back over my bed to tidy it and put my knickers from yesterday in the laundry a and went down stairs for breakfast.

Bacon sandwich, oh my, such a rare treat at school, usually cook did it for me when I was staying there between terms, but this was just wonderful and I devoured it, I just couldn't stop eating it.

Jeremy was laughing as I ate, "anyone would think you hadn't eaten for months," he said. To be fair, it felt as if I hadn't.

"Chinese can do that to you," he said, "I don't know why, but often after a Chinese meal you can be so much more hungry. Very odd."

I just thought it was because the bacon was so delicious. We went out and got into the car and drove to an incredible place, I had never seen anything like it. It was, Jeremy explained, a shopping centre, the Americans called them a Mall. It had a lot of shops in one place under one roof, it didn't matter what the weather was like outside, inside you were warm and dry.

We went in and Jeremy said underwear first. We went to a customer assistance and Jeremy explained that I needed fitting for a bra to make sure I was going to get the correct size. Jeremy sat down on a chair and the lady took me into a small curtained off room.

"Take your dress off dear," she said, and then proceeded to run a tape measure around me. "Okay, you wait here and I will go and get a couple of bras for you to try, then we will know what is the correct size."

I stood there a bit unsure, hoping that no one would come in and see me in my underwear, and then the lady came back.

"Right then, take that old thing off, we will try this one first," she said handing me a white bra. I took off my bra and then tried on the one she gave me, it seemed very comfortable and my breasts fitted into it perfectly. The lady held my breasts and looked at the bra and how I fitted it.

"You know," she said, "I think we struck gold on the first try. You are a 32DD dear. So almost any 32DD bra will fit you comfortably, all you have to do is pick ones in the colours and styles that you like. Right then, get dressed and you can go and pick your underwear."

I got dressed and went back to Jeremy.

"Do you have your size," he asked.

"Yes, 32DD the lady says."

"Right then, come on, let's see what we can find."

I could not believe all the different colours and shapes and I was just lost as to what to select, I had only ever had white bras that just did the job, I had never expected there to be so many varieties.

"Let me pick some for you," Jeremy said, "you won't know what to get, I will select a few differing patterns and shapes, you can try them all on at home and see what you like the most, and then we can get that sort again in the future."

"Okay Jeremy," I said and followed him around as he selected several bras and then knickers in matching colours, but some of the knickers were little more than a bit of material and a string, Matron would have exploded if she had seen them. Then there was something that seemed huge, a bra that also covered my stomach and had straps. A bustier Jeremy called it, bizarre I called it.

We then went and looked at a few dresses, but Jeremy said that they were too fussy and we would go to a different shop for dresses. He went up to a payment place and paid for my new underwear, and gave me the bags to carry, and we headed out of that shop and walked along the walkways until Jeremy said, just the place, and we headed inside.

I had never seen dresses or skirts like it. Jeremy picked a few out and we headed over to a changing area. Jeremy sent me in to try the clothes on, "come out and show me each one," he said, "then we will know what suits you and what doesn't."

It took me around half an hour to try the dresses on, and Jeremy discarded about half of them, and kept the others. He also selected some skirts, some blouses and polo tops for me.

"Right, we have a good variety. We can go home, you can try them all on, and then next time we go shopping, you can choose your own, you will know the sort of things that you like and feel comfortable in. We need to register you at the Doctors on the way home too. We probably ought to get you on the pill."

I had no idea what he was talking about to be honest, what pill? We stopped at a chemist and Jeremy asked my what I used when I had my monthlies, I just said liners. He told me to get some liners and also some tampons, as they were a better solution for that time. How would he know I wondered? Perhaps a girl had told him, I didn't know. I just get a selection, and then we went back to the car and headed off.

We stopped at a doctors surgery and went in, Jeremey explaining that I needed to register, and would it be possible to see the family planning team. A lot of forms later and then we sat and waited before I was called into to a room.

"Hello Lisa," the nurse said, "We will just get you sorted." And then she went on to explain about family planning and how the best option was an injection in my arm that lasted eight weeks, and that I would need to come back every eight weeks for a top up injection. I just sat and nodded, I didn't even have a boyfriend, but I just said nothing as Jeremy had said.

"You are very beautiful Lisa," he had said, "you have no experience of boys, I think we ought to get you protected, just in case. Don't answer too many questions, just be non committal and say that you do have a boyfriend, they won't know any different."

Back home he told me to go up into my room and start trying on the clothes, underwear first, and he would sit on his bed and I could come in and show him how I looked. It all felt a little odd, at School, I was just given clothes to wear and that was it, no one ever really cared how I looked.

In my room I tipped all of my new clothes onto the bed and then stripped off. I hung my old dress in my wardrobe and selected a bra and knickers that matched, they were a pale blue and very see through, they hardly felt decent. I put the bra on, adjusting my breasts in each cup until they felt comfortable, and then I put on the matching knickers. Goodness they were tiny.

I looked in my mirror, they hardly covered anything. I wondered what Jeremy would think. I went into his bedroom and showed him.

"Good god," he said, "they look bloody fantastic, who knew that you could look so fucking good. You are going to have to shave though."

I had never heard anyone swear like that before. "What do you mean shave?" I asked.

"Your fanny hair, most women shave it all off these days, you can borrow my stuff and do it. Do you want to do it now before you try any more clothes on?"

"Oh, I suppose, I have no idea how though."

Jeremy took me into his bathroom and handed me an electric razor. "You use this, probably sat on the loo is best, and shave off all your hair, and then you smother yourself in gel and use this razor to shave off all the rest. Then rub yourself in this aftershave gel to take away the irritation. You will probably need to shave every few days. I will get you a lady wax kit, waxing is much better."

"Oh. Okay." I said.

"I'll leave you to it," he said, "call me when you are done and we can carry on with the fashion show." He left me in his bathroom, and I heard him go downstairs. I pulled my knickers off and sat on his loo and turned his electric razor on and started cutting off my hair from my vagina area.

At one point I accidentally had the electric razor over my dimple at the top of my crease and I had a really intense funny feeling, that was almost delicious, I had never felt anything like it. When I had finished with the electric, I sprayed the gel onto my hands and then rubbed it over my vulva and started to shave away all the little stubbly hairs left after the electric.