Camp Shoni

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

Chapter 5

 

Lorin breathed a sigh of relief when he got home: the house was empty. There would be about a half hour until his mom came home. Just enough time to try the dress on. He hurriedly ran to his room, took off his clothes scattering them on the floor and ran into his bathroom taking the dress with him. He was desperate to try it on not only to make sure it fit but because he wanted to find out what it felt like to be pretty. No, even more than that, he wanted to feel feminine. He wanted to feel what the girls in the cotillion picture must have been feeling. There was a girl inside him who wanted to be fulfilled and this was going to be her first moment of life.

He opened the plastic garment bag and gently took out the dress. It was an astonishingly beautiful object. The silky fabric glided over his hand and arm and Lorin sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and hugged the dress against his naked skin and against his cheek. In the light of the bathroom the lacy pink swirls stood out as they danced around within the ivory fabric. He examined each of the skirt layers and counted three altogether. He laid the dress over a towel rack and in a sudden inspiration ran to his sister's room and looked in her waste paper basket for the panties. They were still there, now underneath some paper. He fished out a white pair and ran back to his bathroom and put the panty on. He retrieved his bra from its hiding place and put that on. He gazed at himself in the mirror and felt overcome with happiness to see his delicate body wearing the bra and panties. He imagined himself getting dressed for the cotillion. He was sure that the moment the other girls saw his dress they would oooh and aaah and excitedly exclaim how pretty it was. He would feel so proud and lucky that it was his dress to wear. With racing heart he held the dress up over his head and let it fall down over his shoulders until his head came through the opening. The dress had a sleeveless bodice with a back zipper and he found that he could just hold the zipper by bunching the dress up on his shoulders and in this way zip it up as he inched the dress down. When the zipper was fully zipped he let go of the gathered skirts and they fell down around him to just above his knees. He looked up in the large mirror over the sink and was stunned by the sight. It was better than his wildest dreams. The dress looked like it had been made for him. He gazed in excitement at his shoulders and upper arms and how pretty and delicate they looked as an extension of the white bodice, and how prettily the material gathered around his bust and around his waist and the gently resting skirts that dangled to his knees. The dress was ideal for his slender physique. His eyes kept coming back to his thin arms as they framed the beautiful ivory fabric. He lowered his hands until they rested gently on the skirt. He took a few steps while he gazed at the image of a young girl in the mirror. He laughed with glee and he held the skirts up and twirled in a circle. He skipped out of the bathroom and then down the upstairs hall. He gazed down the stairway and impulsively ran down it and around the living room. He skipped, he pretended to pirouette and he sashayed as if he were a model in Paris and New York. He looked out the front window and saw his mother's car coming down the block toward the house.

"Oh shit," he yelled and ran back upstairs and into his bathroom. He raced to take off the dress without tearing a seam and then took off his bra and panty. He heard his mother entering the house. She called out to him as was her custom, "Lorin?"

"Hi mom," he yelled back. He could hear her ascending the stairs. He gathered up the dress, and hastily stuffed it into its plastic garment bag and put it in the hiding place.

"Hi honey. Good day at school?" she called from outside his room.

"Yes mom," he said, standing naked behind the bathroom door. He threw the bra and panty in the secret hole and put back the cover as quietly as he could. He glanced around for his clothes and then remembered they were in his bedroom. He opened the bathroom door and peeked his head out. He took a step toward his clothes lying on the floor and at the same time his mom opened the door.

Lorin shrieked and his mother backed out "I'm sorry Lorin. I had no idea!"

"I was changing my clothes!" Lorin said.

"I could see that! But why?"

"I spilled some milk on them."

"Put them in the hamper."

"I will mom." He heard her walking down the hall. She was gone. A close call. It had been a very close call. He realized that he had put his sister's panty in with his own clothes. It left him vulnerable should his sister go looking for it in the trash. He was definitely going to have to control his impulses much more if he was to actually get to camp Shoni this summer. He put his clothes back on and lay down on his bed thinking about the dress. He ached to wear it again but just the thought that he had it so close to himself was good enough to assuage his longing. If he couldn't wear it now, at least he could write about it and he fetched his diary and wrote a long note to Barbie about how he had gotten a dress as pretty as any that Barbie owned herself.

When he was done, he began thinking about all the other things he would have to get. Buying everything on the camp list was probably not possible. Besides the mental strain of having to face many sales ladies he did not have enough money to do it. He would have to brainstorm and figure out some cheaper ways to get clothes.

The first thing he would do would be to get the rest of his sister's panties and that was a good start. What else could he do? He remembered that there was a second hand clothing store in town, called "Second Time Around." It was off the beaten track in a private home on a side street. He had walked past it a few times and never gone in. There was also a place behind the fire station where clothing for the poor was collected. He had sometimes gone with his mom when she dropped off bags of clothing. It was usually deserted there and the clothes were just in a large bin. He could probably take a look after school one day and maybe he'd find something he could use. His most immediate concern was getting the remainder of his sister Stephanie's panties and he felt confidant that he'd be able to pull that off one way or another.

Getting the bras would be a big problem. The chance of finding them in the thrift shop or in the free box was negligible. What he could do, however, was take the bus to the Fairfield mall and look around there. It was so big and anonymous that he could get the bras with less potential for personalized attention like he got at Jensen's. That was it. He had a plan. Now all he had to do was get the opportunities to implement it!

The next night when dinner was over his mom asked, "whose turn is it to collect the trash?"

Lorin new it was Stephanie's turn so he said, "I think its mine." He saw Stephanie smile; she was never big on doing household chores and just like he figured she was happy not to correct his mistake.

"No, Lorin," his dad said. "I distinctly remember that you did the garbage last week."

"Dad," Stephanie said in a slight whine.

"I don't mind at all," Lorin said.

"It's not nice to deceive your brother," his dad said, "or to shirk responsibility."

"All right, all right, I'll do it," Stephanie said and got up from the table.

"Lorin, you have to stick up for yourself," his dad said.

"I truly don't mind doing the trash," Lorin.

"Well that's the first you ever mentioned that," his mother said.

Now that he knew for sure that Stephanie was emptying her own waste basket, he hoped that she wouldn't notice the missing panty. Fearfully he crept upstairs to see if he could sense if Stephanie noticed anything unusual. She had gathered some of the upstairs garbage cans into the hallway and had gotten a large green plastic bag to dump their contents into. Just as he was passing her on the way to his room he saw the panties from her trash can go into the trash. Stephanie stopped what she was doing and reached in the bag and pulled out a panty. It was the almost new panty girdle and Stephanie looked at it as if she was having second thoughts about tossing it away. She looked up at Lorin and he hurried past her and into his room. In a minute he heard her resume her task, but almost as quickly she called out to him, "hey Lorin."

Lorin froze in fear. "What?" he called out.

"I need your trash bucket."

"OK," Lorin said with relief.

He obliged her and waited while Stephanie emptied it. When she was done she headed downstairs with the large bag. As far as he could tell she had not taken the panty girdle but he wasn't sure.

 

Lorin needed a plan B now that his sister's panties were mixed in with other trash in the green garbage bag sitting at the end of the driveway. Unless he snuck out of the house at night, the only thing he could do was to nab the panties in the morning after everyone else left and before he went to school. A big problem with the second plan was that the garbage men usually came pretty early, in fact, just about the time he would be leaving for school. Since he was scared to sneak outside in the dark in the middle of the night, he decided he'd hope for the best and attempt to snag the panties in the morning. If the attempt failed, at least he could console himself with the fact that he had managed to get one of the panties. On the other hand, the panties he had were not the prettiest. He particularly coveted the panty girdle and prayed that he'd get a chance to retrieve it in the morning. Lorin spent a restless night worrying about the trash.

In the morning he was happy to see that both his sister and father left promptly on schedule as they always did. All that was left was his mom. Lorin got himself ready to go to school and stood looking out the front window for any view of the garbage truck. Luckily it was nowhere in sight. His mother seemed to be particularly slow to leave. Lorin paced back and forth. Finally at the same moment he saw the garbage truck in the distance, his mother approached him on her way out of the house.

"My, you're early today," she said.

"Yeah, I guess I got up a little early. I was worrying about a test."

"You do have to learn to relax Lorin. You have been looking tense lately."

"I will mom."

"Bye honey. Remember to lock up."

His mother left the house, got in her car parked in front and drove off just as the garbage truck was backing up toward the house. Lorin ran out the door and reached the garbage bag just ahead of the garbage man. He shouted, "I threw something in by accident. I need to get it."

"Can't wait," the garbage man said and he jumped back up onto the rear of the truck, and Lorin watched as the truck proceeded back up the road toward another house.

Lorin took the bag back inside the house and opened it up. As luck would have it, he found the panties in the bottom of the bag. He counted them quickly, two panties and the panty girdle. Thank goodness Stephanie had not taken it. The panties were partly covered with coffee grounds but the panty girdle seemed to be unscathed.

He laughed to himself with the realization that he now had for himself a bag of garbage. He had to leave for school immediately or he would be late. He ran upstairs to his room, tucked the panties under the mattress, gathered up his book bag and the garbage bag and left the house. He would have to get rid of the garbage bag somewhere on the route to school.

As he walked along he felt self-conscious holding the large, heavy, green bag. It was tempting to put it along side someone else's garbage, but he was in full view of the houses and everywhere he looked he could see at least a couple of people. He walked along wondering what he should do when he met up with Kenny at their usual spot.

"What you got there Lorin," Kenny asked intrigued by the large sack.

"Garbage," Lorin said.

"What do you mean garbage?" Kenny said dumbfounded.

"You know, garbage, garbage. Look I'm an idiot. My parents told me to take out the trash and I screwed around and missed the garbage truck and they'll kill me if they see it there tonight. So I just grabbed it and I'll find a place to put it."

Kenny doubled over with laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard," he said with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Help me find a place to put it."

"Just put it down anywhere. Right here at this house."

"You think so?" Lorin said, but just as they got to it a man appeared in front and Lorin held onto the bag.

"Put it right here," Kenny said at the next house. There was a single garbage can in front of it.

"I can't afford to get into trouble," Lorin said.

"What trouble?"

"If I get caught they could tell my parents."

Kenny said, "Lorin you are ridiculous. Give me the bag."

"What do you mean?" Lorin said.

"Just give it to me," Kenny said and Lorin handed him the bag.

At the first collection of trash they came across Kenny nonchalantly put the garbage bag down and told Lorin, "keep walking." Lorin obeyed though he looked around in all directions feeling terribly guilty. "Now was that difficult?" Kenny said. "Sometimes Lorin you act like a girl. You're so afraid."

Startled by the comment, Lorin's mind jumped into overdrive thinking about what Kenny had said. He must think like a girl. It was obvious to others. He felt a bubble of happiness rise through his heart.

"Kenny!" Lorin said, "I'll have to punch you."

"You punch like a girl, Lorin," Kenny said and ran ahead laughing.

Lorin ran after him and when he caught up with him," Kenny said, "you run like a girl."

Lorin thought of saying that that wasn't true but he didn't want it to not be true. Lorin tried to feebly punch Kenny as if he was a girl. "You punch like a girl," Kenny said and the two of them laughed at the joke, but Kenny had no way of knowing that it was not a joke for Lorin.

When he got home from school that day Lorin quickly tried on the panties and then the panty girdle. The latter was snug but not uncomfortable. It was of a satiny pink fabric with a sort of lacy panel in the front and lace around the leg holes. He was definitely going to wear that one a lot. He wished he could get more of them.

With just 60 dollars left to spend for clothes, a shopping trip at the mall was going to have to be the strategy of last resort. He would save his money for buying exactly the right sized "thank goodness it fits" bras assuming he did not find them in the thrift store or in the free clothing box. He was anxious to begin his search for the rest of his clothes, but it was not until Thursday that a good opportunity presented itself to him to get down to work.

On that day Kenny had to stay late at school for band practice leaving Lorin free to do what he wanted after school. He made a beeline for the thrift store to get some idea of the possibilities. It would have been nice if it were just before Halloween so he could maybe pretend to anyone who was in the store that he was shopping for a costume. In any event, if he were lucky, he might be the only customer in which case he might actually have the courage to get whatever he wanted.

When he got to the store it turned out to be exactly as he imagined. In fact, it was even better. Sitting in the front at an ancient cash register was an elderly man, a very elderly man who was the only person there. He looked up at Lorin when he entered and Lorin said, nervously, that he had to look for some clothes for his sister who was in a wheel chair. The man either did not understand what Lorin was saying or else didn't care since he said nothing. Lorin looked around to see what was there. The layout consisted of several rooms, each packed with clothing. In the entrance room near the old man was a few dusty racks on which were prepackaged men's underwear and socks. Behind them Lorin saw a rack holding bras but they were enormous and probably for large, older women. They were plain white and devoid of any sort of decoration. Glancing through them Lorin saw sizes 40D, 38EE and just one smaller bra a 34C. Clearly this was not a place to buy bras, unless there were some used ones somewhere else.

He walked into the next room. The floorboards squeaked as he walked and he felt oppressed by the silence when he stopped walking. There was a moldy smell to everything and Lorin could see why he was the only person there. It was a sad and depressing place. He looked around and saw that there were several racks stuffed with dresses. He had figured out from looking at various advertising inserts that came in the newspaper that girls often wore sun dresses in the warm weather and he figured he'd get one if he could find one that was pretty enough and also fit him. Many of the ones he had seen advertised had spaghetti straps and it was apparent to him that they could only be worn with a strapless bra. Some sun dresses had tank tops that one could easily wear a bra under and he figured that they would be best for him since he didn't want to get involved in buying a strapless bra, and particularly one that would hold up falsies.

The dress racks were organized by size, but Lorin discovered when he started going through them that practically every other dress was a different size. Probably the dresses hadn't been sorted in years. Lorin would have loved to do that job. Most of the dresses he looked at had ugly colors and weird styles. They were packed in so tight it was hard to even get a decent look at them. Near the end of the size 8 rack he came upon a pink sundress. It was perfect. It was of soft cotton with a straight skirt and a sort of stretchy top that he could definitely wear a bra under. There was a large appliqued rose on the front of the skirt. He was still the only customer in the shop and he held the dress up against himself. It looked like it would fit. He would have to buy it. A tag on it said $5 and Lorin was gleeful that it cost so little.

He put the dress down and continued his search. After a few minutes he had gone through the rack that was nominally for size 8 dresses and he had found no others that he liked. The other racks held dresses of different sizes, and it would take a lot of time to through them all. He'd have to come back another day. He took a peek in the next room and to his amazement he saw an entire rack of white crinolines. He went through them quickly looking for ones that would be about the right length for his cotillion dress. His found one that would be perfect, if only it fit his waist. He looked back toward the entrance and listened. It was still quiet. The old man must still be sitting at the cash register. Lorin ducked behind an alcove and quickly stepped into the crinoline and lifted it up over his pants to his waist. The crinoline had an elastic waist that was just a tad too loose. He took off the crinoline and while contemplating what he should do, noticed that inside the soft white nylon on one side of the waist band was a button that could be adjusted. He fiddled with it and ended up tightening the waist by two buttons and again put the crinoline on. It now definitely fit his waist. He took it off and searched for the price. A tag attached to the waist band said it was fifteen dollars. He would buy the sun dress and crinoline and come back the next week and perhaps find some other things.

Before he went up to the front to pay Lorin took a quick look around the rest of the shop. A table with girl's shorts on it was the only other section he saw that might be useful to him. No bathing suits, no slips or other lingerie. If he was lucky he'd find a few more nice things here next week. He went up to the counter and put the dress and crinoline on it in front of the old man. The man cleared his throat and fumbled around looking for the tag on the sun dress. He had a terrible palsy and the tag shook when he finally found it. "Five Dollars," he said. Then he took what seemed like an eternity to get a paper bag in which he put the sun dress. He then started the same procedure for the crinoline. "Fifteen dollars," the man said. "That'll be twenty."

Lorin took a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over. The man rang up the sale on the register and inserted the money. He attempted to fold up the crinoline but it was large and unwieldy and finally Lorin said, "I don't really need a bag for it. I'll just put it in my backpack." The man looked at Lorin as if he did not understand, but did not object when Lorin took the crinoline from him and folded it up and put it into his backpack along with the bag containing the sun dress.

"Thanks a lot," Lorin said. "I hope to come back next week."

The man nodded and went back to sitting in his chair. Lorin ran out the door and headed home with his wonderful new possessions.

 

When Lorin got home he went to his bathroom to try on the sundress. This time he made sure to place his clothes inside the bathroom in case his mother came home. When he was naked, he slipped the sundress over his head and pulled it down.

His heart ached with happiness when he saw how well it fit him. With his thin figure in the pretty pink dress he looked like a rather delicate young girl. There was no doubt about it. With just a change in hair style he could see himself as one of Penny's girl friends. With over a month to go before camp started it seemed like an eon of time he would have to wait before he could finally be Lauren.

Lorin thought of getting out his gown to see how it fit over the crinoline but decided against it. He would have to exercise as much self-control as possible lest he jeopardize the entire plan by an unexpected visit from his mom, dad or sister. He took off the sundress, opened up his hiding place and put the things in, and locked it back up.

As was his habit, he lay on his bed, retrieved his diary and wrote:

Dear Barbie:

Gosh, so much has happened. I've now got three panties, a panty girdle, a bra, a sundress and my dress and crinoline for the cotillion. There is still so much to buy, but the way things are now going I'm going to have everything I need in no time at all. You can't believe how pretty I look in the sundress! I felt so feminine wearing it that I can't stand not wearing it all the time. I would just love to go to school like that, as a new girl in the class. No one would even suspect it was Lorin, well, after I get my hair styled differently. Bye bye for now, I hear my mom coming in the front door. Lots of love, your girl friend!!!! Lauren!!!!

 

Lorin had been so preoccupied with his plans for getting his camp clothes that he hadn't thought much about what the next step ought to be with Penny. He was thus surprised when Penny turned around in English class one day and handed him an invitation to a party at her house.

"I'm having a party for some of the kids in the class. The Saturday after next, I hope you can make it."

"I'm sure I can," Lorin said. "That's so nice of you."

He surreptitiously opened the invitation while Mr. Oster called the class to order. The invitation consisted of a printed card with swirling daisies on which Penny had written the time date and place of the party. Below she had written a special note to Lorin saying: "I really hope you can make it!"

Lorin couldn't tell what made him more excited: being invited to his very first party or the fact that Penny seemed to really like him despite what he had considered to be his poor showing on their date. He hoped that Kenny was also invited. If he wasn't it would only hurt him if Lorin mentioned the party to him, so Lorin realized that he would just have to keep quiet about it and hope to see Kenny at the party.

It was hard for Lorin to stifle the fantasy that maybe Penny wanted to be his girl friend. This invitation could be a giant hint. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe he would discuss it with his dad. Anyway things were sure looking up, except for the nagging thought that he was deceiving Penny about his desire to be Lauren. Stealing her bra was bad enough. Even worse was the fact that every time he was with her he would know that he had a secret life unfolding bit by bit. And then this summer he would be Lauren and there would be a cotillion picture taken with him seated with all the other girls. In the fall it was hard to imagine being Lorin again. Would he be able to withstand the psychological currents? Only time would tell.

A few days latter, Lorin's mom sent him over to Mrs. McGonagle's house with a casserole and instructions to find out if there was any other help she needed. "She's having a rough time now that she's alone. We all need to try and brighten her life." Lorin had always like Mrs. McGonagle so he had no objection to doing as his mother said. To deliver the casserole, he had to walk the long way around to avoid climbing the fence that lay between their yards.

Mrs. McGonagle was quite pleased to see Lorin and very much touched by his offer to help her with any chores around the house that might be difficult for her. "You can help me move some cartons down from my daughter Sally's room. I've been in a mood to simplify now that Fred is gone. He was so nostalgic. Didn't want to throw out anything, especially Sally's stuff that she left behind when she moved out after college. I always told him. If she doesn't want it, why should we?"

Up in her daughter's former room Mrs. McGonagle indicated a number of large cartons for Lorin to carry downstairs and put out on the porch. "It's just a lot of clothes that she outgrew or thought wasn't cool enough to wear. You know how girls are." Her sentence stung him. Lorin so desperately wanted to know "how girls are."

Lorin picked up the first carton and carried it down the stairs and out onto the side porch while Mrs. McGonagle remained upstairs filling up another carton. Lorin noticed that the carton was not taped shut and after listening carefully to make sure that Mrs. McGonagle was not coming down the stairs he opened the flaps and looked inside. On top was a white blouse that he lifted out and opened up to get a better look. It was in a peasant style with puffy sleeves and lace around the neck and arm openings. Miracle of miracles it looked like it would fit him. What other clothes were in there he wondered. Hastily he put the blouse back and went back upstairs. He fetched the second carton and this time after he brought it to the porch he poked down deep inside it feeling around with his hand. He came across something soft and pulled it out. It was a girls' bathing suit decorated with green flowers and styled with a small attached skirt. Oh my God, Lorin thought. It could be perfect for him if it fit since it would hide his telltale bulge. How perfect. It was something he had not thought about before. Excited at the possibilities, Lorin climbed back up the stairs trying to think of a plan as to how he could get the clothes. What other wonderful things lurked in the cartons. He would need time to go through them carefully and try on things. There was just one more box and Mrs. McGonagle followed Lorin down the stairs with it. He put it next to the other two. Casually glancing around the porch Lorin saw that there was a screen door opening to the back yard that was held shut by a simple hook. Before he left, he would have to undo the hook and then sneak back sometime to get the clothes.

"When might the Goodwill people come?" Lorin asked, trying to sound like he was being friendly.

"They usually come pretty quickly. Maybe tomorrow. Why?

"Nothing, I am just curious how it works. I don't think my mom and dad have ever had them come to get something."

"Come, have some milk and cookies. You've been a big help."

Lorin sat down at the kitchen table and Mrs. McGonagle served him some cookies and milk. While he ate, the phone rang and she excused herself to answer it in the next room. As soon as she was gone, Lorin crept back onto the porch, undid the outside door latch, and quickly returned to his seat.

It was not a moment too soon. "That was your mom. I told her you were an angel."

Lorin smiled and wondered when he might get a chance to carry out his mission.

That night, after Lorin had gone to bed he was unable to sleep. There was a very real possibility that the boxes of clothes would be picked up by Goodwill the next day. Ms. McGonagle had said as much. His only time to act was that night. He would have to do something really crazy, like sneak out when everyone was asleep and carry out his mission as if he were a commando. The thought of doing something like that was terrifying, but Lorin had no choice. He would have to do it, or suffer the pain of knowing that he had let all those great clothes slip through his fingers. He would have to do it very late, like at 2AM or so but he would also have to stay awake until then since it was too risky to have his alarm clock go off in the middle of the night. Lorin turned on his reading lamp, found a book and began reading. In a short while he fell asleep.

At 3:30 AM Lorin awoke with a start and looked at the clock. "Oh, shit," he said and got out of bed. He dressed himself in black pants and a black long sleeve shirt and black socks and put on black sneakers. He put his flash light in his pocket and silently snuck down the stairs to the living room. He crossed it to the kitchen and gathered a few plastic bags from the cupboard. He turned the latch on the kitchen door and gently pulled it. It gave just slightly and he pulled harder. Suddenly it sprang open making a noticeable sound and Lorin froze in place listening to see if his parents or sister had heard it. After a few tense minutes he relaxed and exited the house. He crept quietly around to the back yard and then to the fence. There had been many times that he had had to chase balls into Mrs. McGonagle's back yard and so he was adept at climbing the fence. Just a sliver of the moon peaked out from behind some high clouds and a gentle wind was blowing. The sound of his beating heart was so loud in his ears that he thought he might have a heart attack. It was scary. This was going to take every ounce of courage he could muster. He climbed over the fence without incident and slowly made his way to the porch door. He prayed that Mrs. McGonagle had not relocked the door.

With racing heart he tested the door and it opened a crack. Elated, he opened it further and there was a large crackling sound of the metal spring that was used to force it back when opened. The sound seemed to echo and bounce around the porch as if it would wake up the whole neighborhood. How in the world would he ever get in with that sound? A dog a few houses away barked a couple of times and Lorin contemplated going home in defeat. He waited. Clearly he had not disturbed Mrs.McGonagle, or, had he. She might this very minute be calling the police to catch a burglar.

He waited longer. It was still quiet in the house. His bladder suddenly felt full and he wished he could pee. To go ahead with the plan he would have to muffle the sound of the door spring. He gently closed the door and looked around in the back yard to see if there was something he might use. He dimly made out a sheet hanging on a clothes line and took it off. Back at the door he wrapped it several times around the spring and then tried opening the door again. It now made a much fainter sound and with all his nerves he opened the door enough to fit through and slid onto the porch.

At the first carton he slowly opened the top and shined his flashlight inside. He took out the peasant blouse and put it in his bag. Below this were some long pants and a couple of sweaters. Then he saw something pink and fished it out. It was a pair of shorts. He held them up to his waist and decided that they probably would fit. He continued on through the rest of the box and then into the others. He accumulated several pairs of shorts, four blouses, two skirts, two bathing suits, both of which had little skirts, five pairs of panties and two slips, one short and one long. At the very bottom of the last box was a pair of white high heels. He took off one of his shoes and tried on the girl's shoe. It was a bit tight but after some effort he got it on. It would have to suffice in case he couldn't find any other shoes to wear with his cotillion dress.

The clothing he had accumulated filled three bags and he realized that the boxes would appear to be much emptier if Mrs. McGonagle were to look in them. He looked around the porch and saw several stacks of old plastic flower pots. He took several of these and shoved them under the clothing of each box raising the level. He would have a few tense days worrying about whether Mrs. McGonagle had noticed this or not. Luckily he figured that there would be no proof that he had done it and even if she were to accuse him he would just lie and lie until they gave up. He was starting to think like a criminal. But there was nothing he could do about it. He was so far into this there was no turning back. He had to think only about the good side: that he now had made a big dent in getting his summer wardrobe and, if he was really, really lucky, in a few short weeks he'd be at Camp Shoni.

Lorin gathered the bags and headed to the porch door when suddenly a light came on in the kitchen. Lorin nearly fainted in fear and he felt a huge thump in his heart and loins. He lay down on the floor and rolled under a wooden bench next to a picnic table tucking the bags of clothes against himself. Suddenly the door to the kitchen flung open and Lorin felt the presence of Mrs. McGonagle. What had she heard, he wondered? Perhaps she had seen his flashlight. If she took a couple of steps out onto the porch she would surely see him in the light from the doorway.

Mrs. McGonagle said, "Sarge, I've told you a thousand times to stay off my face when I sleep. As punishment you'll have to stay out here tonight."

There was a loud sound of a cat meowing and the next thing Lorin knew Mrs. McGonagle threw her cat onto the porch. The kitchen door then slammed shut and in a minute the lights went out. Lorin wanted to dance for joy but in the next moment he could see Sarge staring at his face in the dark. Lorin stood up, gathered his bags and hurriedly left through the porch door. After he got outside he realized that Sarge had left with him. Accidentally Lorin stepped on the cat's tail and Sarge let out a loud screech. Immediately the light went on in an upstairs window. Lorin grabbed the sheet from the screen door, ran across the backyard, threw the sheet over the line and raced to the back fence. He tossed the bags over it and then clambered over himself just as he heard Ms. McGonagle running across the yard after Sarge.

"You damn cat. Did you see a fox? How did you get outside? Sometimes I want to strangle you."

Gasping for breath, Lorin rested against his side of the fence listening for Mrs. McGonagle to go back inside. In a few minutes he heard the screen door slam. Lorin got up, tiptoed across the yard and entered his house closing the door behind him. Slowly and methodically he scaled the steps and went into his room. He put his treasure under the bed to await the next day when he would find out how successful he had really been.

After he undressed and put away his black clothes he shut out the light and climbed into bed. A minute later he got up, turned the light back on, reached under the bed and fumbled through the bags until he had pulled out a panty and the half slip. The latter was silky soft, pale blue. He put the panties and slip on, got back into bed and pulled the covers up to his neck. He felt happy and proud of himself. The mission had been successful. It had taken a lot of courage. He was becoming a girl, bit by bit by bit. He reached under the covers and touched the silky fabric and sighed deeply. Tomorrow he would have to write a very long letter to Barbie telling her all about what he had done, and about how happy he felt, and about how much like a girl he was becoming. Just before he fell asleep he decided that tomorrow, and from now on, except gym days, he would wear panties to school. He certainly had enough pairs now so that it made sense.

End of Chapter 5

  

  

  

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