by: Julie missjulie13@hotmail.com
Part III
I helped mom set the table when I got home; and she looked over at me as we sat down to eat.
"How would you like to go visit Aunt Janice and Uncle Paul for the 4th of July ?"
I was a little surprised. I liked my Uncle and Aunt though. They lived about 500 miles away near Lake Pierce. Uncle Paul had taken me fishing a couple times and we played catch. I always had a decent time when we visited.
"I thought I was grounded." I answered.
"Well, I thought you might like to get out of the house. At Janice’s you’d be able to go outside."
"What do you mean, I’d be able…’.. ?"
"Well, … no one would know you aren’t a girl there." Mom replied.
"You …. You mean I still have to wear a dress ?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yes. You are to stay in dresses until Miss Marcy is repaid. You are still being punished; but it would do you good to get out; and you like visiting your Aunt and Uncle."
"Oh, …. no mom, I couldn’t. What would they say ? Mom, … no !"
"I’ve already told them about how you are being punished this summer. Janice is looking forward to seeing you."
I was a bit shaken. …. I was tired of staying indoors, …. but ….
"Well, … we would be gone for five days. I’ve got it OK’d with Sharon. She’ll be closed Tuesday the 4th anyway so you’d only miss Monday and Wednesday. It will give us both a little vacation."
"You …. You’ve already told them ? …. ‘ that I’m …uh ... I’m wearing girls’ clothes ?" I asked, shakily.
"Yes, they know everything. They were surprised you’d do such a terrible thing. They both like you. ….. They aren’t aware just how badly you can behave when you get around your friends."
I looked down at my skirted lap, red-faced.
"I already told them we were coming. So you just might as well get used to it."
I shrugged. I was apprehensive; but since they already knew what I had done, and that I was being made to wear girl clothes this summer, I guessed it wouldn’t be totally unbearable. Aunt Janice was mom’s younger sister. She was several years younger, a petite woman; and she and her husband Paul were in their mid-twenties, and liked doing fun stuff.
That night as I lay in bed my face suddenly burned with embarrassment at the thought of Uncle Paul seeing me in a frilly dress, and finding out what sissy girl underthings I have to wear.
The Friday before the holiday was extremely busy at the boutique, so I didn’t have any time to think about going to see my uncle and aunt. By the time mom came to pick me up I was kind of looking forward to some days away; and being in such a crowded store all day left me feeling a bit more confident. There were even a couple flustered looking men at the store today; and their presence hadn’t bothered me at all. I empathized with their blushing embarrassment at being in such a feminine store, and kind of giggled to myself.
That evening we packed a suitcase for the trip; and it was embarrassing to be putting MY folded panties, bras and slips alongside my mothers. Mom picked out a dress for me to wear, and layed out two dresses for me to take. One of them was a rather dressy, frilly one.
Mom woke me at 5:30 the next morning. She had me wear a yellow and white daisy print dress with a white ruffled lace trimmed collar. I wore lacy anklets with satin bows; and she fussed over me as she clipped a yellow ribbon and white lace bow in my hair.
"Mo o mmm…. Do I have to look … so….so .. girlie ?" I complained.
You make such a pretty girl, Chrissy. You want to look nice for Aunt Janice now, don’t you ?"
We left at 6:30 AM. Mom wanted to get to their place by dinnertime, and this way there would be no one out to see me going out to the car in a dress.
We stopped mid-morning for a late breakfast/early lunch. The waitress made a fuss over me, and my pretty dress. She thought I was cute.
My face was ablaze again with embarrassment; and my hands fidgeted nervously in my skirted lap as we pulled into their driveway at 6 PM. I stepped from the car, and timidly, nervously walked up to their front door, staying slightly behind mom. I wasn’t sure how they would react to me looking like such a sissy girl….
Aunt Janice opened the door and greeted us before we got a chance to ring the bell, …. and looked over at me with a wide grin.
"Oh, .…and this is Chrissy ! Hello dear. … Oh my, … aren’t you a cute girl !" She laughed.
She held me by the shoulders at arms length, looking me over, before giving me a hug. She furtively glanced over at mom, smiling approvingly.
"That’s a darling dress, …. and such a pretty hair bow." She half-giggled, as she ushered us into the living room.
I was stunned, but kind of relieved at my Aunt’s acceptance of my girlish appearance.
Aunt Janice watched me out of the corner of her eye as I scooped the skirt of dress to sit. I hadn’t even thought about it. It was so natural to me now. I placed my white purse with the gold chain strap in my lap. Her smile was firmly affixed to her face as she seemed to enjoy seeing me like this, unable to take her eyes from me.
"Paul, ….. this is your new niece, ….. Chrissy." Aunt Janice half-giggled as Paul entered the room from behind the couch.
I was red with embarrassment at the first male seeing me as a boy in sissy girl clothes for the first time.
Uncle Paul looked at a loss as he studied me … with a somewhat twisted smile. He looked over at Janice questioningly. She shook her head almost imperceptibly.
"Hi Chrissy. You look … very pretty….."
"Thank you", I replied, quite red-faced.
"Come on, …. We held dinner for you. It’s getting cold." Aunt Janice laughed.
My aunt and uncle watched me as I carefully, daintily pulled out the chair and demurely seated myself. They seemed astonished.
"Your mom told us you are working at a women’s shop this summer. How do you like it ….. working for ….. Miss … Marcy is it ?"
I was still blushing.
"It’s ok I guess. …. She’s nice." I shrugged.
"She’s been very good to us. Charley was lucky she suggested this, because I was about to kill him for what he did."
"He certainly is different !" Aunt Janice laughed.
"I don’t suppose we will be playing catch." Uncle Paul remarked.
"Paul ! Of course not. … You wouldn’t want Chrissy to break a nail ! Just look at her pretty nails. ..’ and such a pretty dress. She’s such a pretty girl now."
I was crimson.
"She even blushes like a girl." Aunt Janice laughed.
I soon tuned them out as they chatted, especially when they chatted about me. I quietly ate, and was only addressed once near the end of the meal as Aunt Janice commented on how neat, quiet, and well mannered I was at the table. I thanked her.
Normally I would have eaten and been the first to leave the table. I just sat and listened when I had finished now. When Aunt Janice picked up her plate, I stood, and started to help carry dishes out to the kitchen. Aunt Janice looked at me in surprise.
"Oh thank you, Chrissy. That’s very nice."
"I told you Chrissy has been such a help around the house. … Mmmm …Maybe I should have had a girl." Mom giggled.
"If you’re going to help, you need an apron. We don’t want you getting your pretty dress dirty." Aunt Janice said, and then giggled a little nervously as she realized she was saying this to her former nephew.
She picked out a pretty, white apron with a flower print and ruffles, and giggled a little more as she tied it in back.
"Oh Mary, …. I bet you’re having a great summer." Janice laughed.
The three of us cleaned up the table, and washed the dishes. Mom helped a little, but Aunt Janice and I did most of the work. Aunt Janice hugged me after she removed my apron.
"Thanks Chrissy", she giggled. " I hope I have a daughter like you some day."
"Is that what I think it is ?" Aunt Janice asked, feeling the strap across my back her hand had accidentally come across.
"You’re wearing a ….. bra ?" She excitedly half-whispered.
"Yes, …. ‘ Sharon’s idea. It’s her training bra. …. She will be 11 very soon." Mom chimed.
Aunt Janice giggled nervously with her hand over her mouth. … I was red-faced again.
"She’s wearing everything a girl her age would wear." Mom added, as her younger sister looked over at her. "In fact, … well I told you, … her whole wardrobe for the summer is all girl; and she has some very pretty dresses … and things."
"Oh MY ! This is going to be an
interesting holiday." Aunt Janice laughed.
"Oh Chrissy, .. how do you like wearing a bra ?" She whispered jubilantly.
I could only look at the floor and blush.
We joined Uncle Paul in the living room. We watched a little TV before we turned in. It had been a long day for mom and me. Aunt Janice asked Paul to bring our suitcase in, and take it upstairs. He carried in my prissy dresses on the hangers as well; and I thought they looked out of place in his hands, and then blushed knowing they were mine…
I was changing into my pink nightie when Aunt Janice came in to see if we needed anything. Her jaw dropped; …. and then she smiled, shaking her head. She looked over at her sister with a wide smile before looking back at me.
"That’s a pretty nightie, Chrissy."
"Thank you", I replied, blushing.
Aunt Janice went over to our suitcase and looked through my things. She then picked up the slip, bra, and panties I had been wearing. She fingered the lacy details, and looked over at me, and then mom, gleefully.
"Oh Chrissy, you have such pretty things." She giggled. "You are such a … a … girl !"
I was red-faced as I climbed into the twin bed. Aunt Janice examined the lace edge to my nightie and smoothed the pink bow at the bust; and then mom and Aunt Janice cheerfully tucked me in. Aunt Janice kissed my cheek.
I lay in bed so confused. I really liked Aunt Janice …. and Uncle Paul too; … and it seemed she was much more taken with Chrissy than she had been with me. I was beginning to wonder if I should have been a girl.…..
The next morning I was awakened and called down to breakfast. I arrived, slightly embarrassed, in the kitchen in my nightie, with the matching pink nylon robe with it’s ribbons tied in bows, and fuzzy pink slippers with satin bows.
"Oh, you look so sweet, Chrissy, …. doesn’t she Paul ?"
Aunt Janice broke into a glowing smile. Uncle Paul‘s jaw was on the floor. He looked at Janice and then mom with a kind of bewildered look as I daintily gathered my robe and nightie to sit at the table.
They tossed about what we should do today, before it was decided we’d go for a drive, and out to a nice restaurant.
We went upstairs to get dressed after breakfast, and were getting ready in the bedroom, when Aunt Janice came in. … I was in bra and panties, and had just picked up my lacy, white slip. Aunt Janice had that glowing smile again. She came over to me as I hid behind the pretty slip.
"You have such a pretty girl, sis." She giggled, as she looked me over.
She turned me around, running her slim, delicate fingers over my bra.
"Your bra is so cute, Chrissy. Oh, … I remember when I first wore a training bra like this. …. Your mom took me to buy it. …’..remember that Mary ? … I was nervous …. and excited too. I was twelve, I think. I was kind of a late bloomer, …. and still don’t have much to show." She laughed. "I bet you had so much fun shopping for your daughter Chrissy’s bras too." She teased.
She picked up my dress.
"….. ‘ such a pretty dress. …. Do you mind if I help you, Chrissy ?" She asked, as she prepared the dress to go over my head.
I quickly pulled the slip over my head, and Aunt Janice slipped the dress on me. She zipped it, and fastened the little clasp at the lace-trimmed collar. She cooed as she tied the organza sash in a bow in back, and smoothed the dress all around.
"Oh Mary, this is such a darling little girl dress. You have such a cute daughter for the summer. I think I’m jealous. …. Are you sure you don’t want to keep her ?" She teased. "It’s so much fun having a sweet little girl to dress in such pretty things."
The dress was a light pink with white lacy accents. The skirt was two layers of sheer pink organza with a thin white taffeta underskirt. The wispy sash made a large, feathery, girlie type bow.
I picked up the lacy anklets with white ribbon bows as Aunt Janice just watched, … and smiled sweetly as pulled them on; and then I slipped into my white Mary Janes.
"You look a-DOR-able, ….. Chrissy." Aunt Jane bubbled.
"Thank you", I stammered, blushing, and added a short curtsy.
"I love it !" Aunt Janice squealed as she hugged me, but not too tight so as not to wrinkle the dress. "Oh, .. you make such a wonderful girl …. and niece …. Chrissy."
I had never felt such closeness with my aunt and mother. It felt unnervingly good.
Uncle Paul looked at me wide-eyed as I came down. Janice had undoubtedly told him about the frilly dress I was going to wear today.
"No hair ribbon today, Chrissy ?" Aunt Janice teased.
"No, …. I’m afraid I forgot her pink barrettes." Mom explained.
"Hmmm I think I have some pink ribbon." Aunt Janice offered.
"Janice ……!" Uncle Paul cried.
"Ooooh …… a pretty girl like her needs a pretty hair ribbon." Aunt Janice replied.
She returned with a pink satin ribbon, made a bow, and carefully clipped it into my hair with a bobby pin, and giggled.
"Oh Chrissy, … you look so pretty !"
I thanked my aunt, ….. and curtsied. Aunt Janice’s face beamed with delight. I couldn’t help it. It was just a conditioned response; and my face burned a fiery scarlet as I looked at my aunt and uncle’s faces.
"Oh my ! Aren’t you just the sweetest ……. girl ?" She laughed, and looked over at mom.
Off we went. We went for a nice drive around the country before finding a nice looking restaurant. Mom and Aunt Janice made a fuss over me, fluffing and straightening my dress when we got out of the car. … I found it strangely nice being the center of so much attention.
I felt everyone looking at me as we entered the restaurant..
"I have to visit the ‘little girl’s room’. Mary, … Chrissy …. are you coming ?" Aunt Janice inquired near the end of the meal.
I did have to pee.
"You’re taking her to the women’s room ?" Uncle Paul whispered to his wife.
"Of course ! What do you think … Chrissy should use the men’s room ?" Aunt Janice whispered back, mockilngly. "Come along Chrissy."
I had to accompany mom and Aunt Janice to the women’s room; and Aunt Janice fussed over me when I came out of the stall from peeing. She fluffed and primped the dress, cooing and sighing. They each took my hand as we walked back to the table. Many of the people at the other tables smiled as we walked bye.
"Why is everyone looking at me ?" I whispered to mom, red-faced.
"Oh sweetie, you look so pretty in your dress." She replied.
Back at their house I found myself sitting in the living room with Uncle Paul while mom and Aunt Janice were off chatting. He looked over at me and shook his head.
"How are you getting along …. Chis… er .. Charley ? …. Boy, … you really got yourself fixed this summer, didn’t you ? ….. Er .. uh …. Or do you LIKE looking like this ?"
I sighed deeply.
"You don’t know……. I thought I’d die at first; … but you know, well, …. I’ve kinda adapted. I mean, … I had to. I just do it, and try not to think too much about it."
"Well, that was a pretty rotten thing you did. We were surprised at you. ……….. But you’re certainly paying for it….. uh …… Chrissy." Uncle Paul chuckled. "I think it would have killed me at your age to have to wear … uh … such girlie dresses and clothes."
I nodded, blushing a little.
"I’d be careful, .. Chrissy. … It appears to me your mother and aunt like you dressed as a girl. …. You look too pretty for your own good; … and they’ve certainly got you dressed in some very frilly girl clothes. ….. Janice tells me you are even wearing a training bra….."
Uncle Paul shook his head in disbelief.
I was red-faced again. …. They didn’t have to tell him all that.
"You even act so much like a girl."
"Well, … I have to. Can you imagine if anyone suspected I was really a boy dressed like this ? …. I mean …. Jeeeez I’d really be in for it !"
"I see what you mean. …. ‘ guess you ARE in a pickle jar." He laughed.
That evening Aunt Janice came into our room as I was undressing again. She took the dress from mom after she had helped me out of it, and placed it on a hanger.
"Such a pretty dress. …. I sure hope I have a daughter as pretty as you Chrissy." She giggled. "Gosh Charley, …. or should I say Chrissy, … I hope you don’t mind; but I DO like you better as a girl. I can’t help it. You look so sweet !"
Aunt Janice hugged me; and then they helped me into the pink nightie and tucked me in.
The next morning I learned we were going to go to a small amusement park on the 4th…. And then I found out we wouldn’t be going alone, but that some cousins of Uncle Paul were going with us. It was going to be a picnic, .. a family outing. There were going to be two other kids there, a 13 yr old girl and her 10 yr old brother….. I was a bit apprehensive about someone else knowing about me, especially another boy my age.
"It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day out. What would you like to do ? …… Chrissy ?"
I shrugged.
"Well…… how about going to the beach ?" She questioned.
I nodded. …. "Yes, … I guess….."
"What about a suit ? Chrissy, you don’t have a suit to wear." Mom commented.
"Oh, …. maybe I can find something." Aunt Janice offered.
We went upstairs; and Aunt Janice brought in a blue and white one-piece bathing suit. It was pulled over my … uh … bra and panties; … but even over my underwear it was big, …. and … uh … the top … The built in cups looked ridiculous on me. Mom and Aunt Janice laughed.
"….wait" Aunt Janice said as she fled from the room.
She returned carrying a pink and cream plaid two piece suit with ruffles across the top and the bottoms. It was kinda cute ….I mean for a girl.. I was told to remove my bra. It presented the same problem the other suit had, … except it was a bit smaller and fit a little better. I was almost eleven, and the built in cups, even though they were smallish, just didn’t fit my age. …. Again my mother and aunt laughed.
"….wait" My Aunt again said, stifling her giggle.
She removed the top, and took a pair of scissors and removed the built in foam cups. She held it out, and I again slipped it up my arms, and Aunt Janice fastened it in back. The front was now flat, … and of thin cotton. The ruffle gave the illusion of a budding little bust. My panties showed under the bottoms;…. and I had an unusual bulge where girls don’t have bulges. Mom took me into the bath where I removed my panties and slid the suit bottoms on again. This time mom told me to push my "boy part" between my legs. I objected about it being uncomfortable. Mom said I could put up with it for a couple hours. The bottom ruffle was like a tiny skirt, and helped camouflage things. Aunt Janice thought I looked cute in it. I felt a bit naked, and tried to place my hands to cover myself. Aunt Janice laughed.
"Would you like a cover ….until we get to the beach ?"
I nodded.
"Yes, … well if you were a year or two older you wouldn’t be able to wear a thin bra top like that….. " She laughed, looking at me and then over at mom, who was blushing.
She produced a light pink T-shirt, … a girl’s T-shirt. It had a lacy edge around the collar and short sleeves; and with the ruffled top of the suit, it looked like I had the beginnings of breasts under the T-shirt; and Uncle Paul did a double take downstairs.
We drove to the beach. I was nervous, and timidly left the car to stand near the crowds at the beach. We spread our blanket, and then I anxiously made my way to the water to hide beneath the shimmering waves. Aunt Janice, Uncle Paul and my mother came in a little later, and we splashed about for a while. Uncle Paul flipped me off his shoulders, and for brief moments I could forget the girl’s suit I was wearing. But I couldn’t ignore it long, standing there in chest deep water with the ruffle flipping with the waves. Besides, I had to tug the top down from time to time; and the straps would slip off my shoulder.
I felt a little ridiculous when I tired of the water and joined them on the blanket on the beach in the ruffled pink two-piece. I felt totally embarrassed; and I was more than happy when they decided to head home.
I was sent upstairs to bathe before dinner. Aunt Janice brought in conditioner for my hair and bottle of pink lotion to apply to my face and body.
"You’ve been out in the water and sun, and you have to condition your hair and skin, ….especially since you are a cute girl now." She giggled teasingly.
Mom and Aunt Janice were picking out what I would wear when I came out of the bath wrapped in a towel.
"Did you use plenty of conditioner on your hair ?" Mom asked.
I nodded.
"How about lotion ?" She questioned.
I nodded again.
"Come here then", she commanded.
Mom took the towel from me, and started patting me all over with powder. I blushed, even though my back was turned to Aunt Janice.
"Oh …. Would you look at Chissy’s tan ….. " Aunt Janice exclaimed.
Aunt Janice handed mom my panties, and I pulled them on. They took me over to the mirror.
You could see I had been wearing a bra top. The strap outlines were particularly obvious, even though I hadn’t spent much time in the sun. I shuddered.
"What … what am I going to do." I cried, placing my hands over my chest.
This brought a few giggles from Janice and my mother.
"It’s all right. They’ll fade long before school starts." Mom assured me.
Mom slipped my bra up my arms; and they watched as I nimbly hooked it in back. Aunt Janice held the white slip and slipped it over my head. She tugged the hem in place; and she fingered the ribbon straps and pretty, floral lace across the bodice with her pearl pink fingernails, smiling sweetly at me. They then helped me into the flower print dress; and Aunt Janice buttoned it up the back.
"Oh, it is so much fun having a cute little girl to dress." Aunt Janice remarked.
Aunt Janice took my hand as we returned downstairs.
"Mmm … You’re going to have to redo your nail-polish Chrissy. Your nails are all chipped." She said, inspecting my fingernails as we walked.
Mom tied an apron around me; and I helped set the table.
Everyone talked pleasantly about the day and some of the people at the beach as we ate. I helped clean up after dinner, and then Aunt Janice asked if we had brought nail polish. She said she had some if mom forgot.
They all got a kick out of watching me repaint my fingernails a bright red. Aunt Janice was astonished at how well I did. ….Uncle Paul was just astonished. Aunt Janice suggested I redo my toenails too.
"I never thought I’d see Charley polish his toenails." Uncle Paul griped.
"Maybe we should paint yours." Aunt Janice teased.
This prompted a groan and a rather stern look from Paul directed at his wife.
A little while later Aunt Janice suggested we go upstairs to see what I was going to wear tomorrow.
"Chrissy, you make such a pretty girl." Aunt Janice suddenly blurted. "All you’d need is some cute curls …. and you’d be such a doll ! ….. Oh ….. wait !"
Aunt Janice darted out of the room; …. and I was nervous. She returned combing out a wig. It was light brown with gentle curls. … Aunt Janice placed it over my head, and tugged it in place. Her hands were busy with a comb and brush as she fussed with the curls framing my reddening face. She slipped a wide pink satin ribbon through the locks, and tied a neat bow on top. She arranged a few curls, and led me over to a mirror. ….. I could have fainted ! I looked completely like a girl, …. a rather cute, prissy girl ! I reached up to touch the curls at my bust, … curled right where my bra was. I looked at the girl in the mirror, her polished fingernails caressing her long curls…… I nearly cried. …. I was pretty.
They picked out the white blouse with the dainty collar mom brought, and a box pleated skirt.
"… wait !" Aunt Janice shouted, leaving the room again.
Oh, … now what ? I thought.
She returned with a peach skirt with a small flower print. It had self-fabric suspenders with eyelet lace ruffles along the edge. The suspenders buttoned to the skirt and crossed in back. …. Mom squealed. … I had never heard mom squeal like a girl before.
"I haven’t worn this since high school, but just couldn’t throw it out. I loved this skirt." Aunt Janice said.
"There ! …. Isn’t she just a cutie ?" Aunt Janice giggled.
"Let’s go downstairs. …. Ummm but just a second."
Aunt Janice produced a pink lipstick.
"Look this way Chrissy."
She held my chin, and smoothed the pink grease over my lips.
"Now go like this." She said, rolling her lips together.
"There, mom, … what do you think ?"
Mom stood all-aglow.
"She’s darling." Mom breathed.
It was a soft, whispering adulation reserved for only the dainty and feminine.
I was dazed and bewildered.
Aunt Janice took my hand, and led me downstairs. Uncle Paul looked up in disbelief, and gasped.
"Uh …. Mary, … I think .. uh … you have a very pretty daughter."
"Thank you Paul. …. She is very pretty isn’t she ?"
Uncle Paul gave me a strange look and nod of the head; and I remembered what he said, warning me about mother and Aunt Janice; but I was helpless against them.
It was quite late before I was put to bed.
The next morning there was a lot of commotion downstairs. Mom and Aunt Janice were busy preparing for the picnic when I came down.
"Your things are all laid out for you Chrissy. Why don’t you get dressed, dear." Mom suggested.
Everyone stood looking at me when I appeared downstairs in the skirt with the lace edged suspenders, and delicate blouse. I wore lacy anklets with the ribbon bows, and Aunt Janice had made a white satin ribbon bow for my hair.
"You look wonderful, sweetie." Aunt Janice sighed.
"Oh Janice, that’s the cutest outfit. I remember when you used to wear that. … The boys went crazy for you in that skirt. … It was Kevin, wasn’t it…."
"Uh …. Yes, …. We better load up and be going." Aunt Janice cut mom short.
Aunt Janice glanced back at mom and me sitting in the back seat, and smiled.
"It’s so much fun having a girl to dress in pretty things, … isn’t it ?"
"Yes, … it is." Mom replied, patting my skirted knee.
I trailed everyone into the picnic grounds, carrying a wicker basket of food along with my purse. Uncle Paul spotted his cousins, and there were words of greetings all around; and then mom and I were introduced. Their names were Sid and Trina, and their children, Kimberly and Nate.
Nate wasn’t interested in anything but his toy car, and pestering his sister. Kimberly yelled at him to leave her alone. Kimberly was about 5’ 4" with soft brown curls down to the middle of her back. She wore a flower print blouse and white shorts. …. Trina remarked how pretty I looked.
It wasn’t long before Kimberly came over to sit next to me.
".’ cute skirt outfit." She remarked.
"Thanks", I softly replied, blushing.
We talked about school, and she was telling me about some cute boy she liked, when Nate came over to us. He ran his car over my shoulder.
"Nate ! … You’ll get her blouse dirty ! ….. Mom ! …. Nate’s being a pest !"
His mother yelled at him, and he stuck his tongue out at his sister. I felt him tug at my blouse, and then a snap !
"Mom ! … Nate’s just snapped Chrissy’s bra !" Kimberly yelled for everyone in the picnic area to hear.
I was crimson, while Aunt Janice laughed, mom smiled, and Uncle Paul and Sid looked around nervously.
His mother called him over and scolded him as she pushed him down next to her. It was just a minute or two later before he was up and running around again.
Aunt Janice had me sit next to her when we sat down to eat our picnic lunch. She primped my blouse and the eyelet lace on the suspender straps, and gave me a hug. Kimberly sat across from me. Nate wolfed his food and ran around while the rest of us finished. I was a bit nervous whenever he was behind me. It was a while later when everyone was ready for desert when we noticed Nate was missing. …… And then Kimberly squealed.
"Nate ! …. Get out from under there ! …. Mom ! …. He was looking up Chrissy’s skirt ! The little brat !"
My knees immediately snapped shut, … although they had only been slightly apart…. I think. I was crimson again. …. I was blushing a lot …. just like so many sissy girls…..
"I was not !" Nate protested.
His mother sat him next to her. He stayed put long enough to eat half of his chocolate cake.
Kimberly was eager to go to the park, … and told her mother she was going to go with me.
"Well, take your brother with you." She said.
"Mommm ! Do I have to..’ ?"
"Yes", came the swift reply.
Kimberly grumbled and threw up her hands.
I asked mom if it was ok. She said I could go, and gave me some money.
All the way over to the midway Kimberly yelled at her brother, who ran ahead of us.
"Do you have any brothers ?" She inquired.
"Uh .. no", I answered.
"..’…… want one ?" She asked sarcastically.
She read Nate the riot act, and set up meeting places every hour or so, before sending Nate off on his own.
Kimberly turned her attention to me then.
"I do love your skirt outfit. It’s super !" She smiled, as she ran her fingers over the delicate eyelet lace ruffles.
"I’m sorry about my brat of a brother snapping your bra. Little brothers and some boys can be such trouble."
"It’s ok", I replied.
We rode the "Scrambler" and "Octopus" and other rides together. I had to be careful of my skirt. Once when we were hurrying to climb into the seat my skirt got caught in the lap belt, fully exposing the white lacy hem of my slip with it’s pretty, pink satin ribbon bow, and a few inches of the white lustrous nylon. Kimberly quickly, deftly straightened the hem with girlish precision.
"Oh, … how pretty," She remarked. "Skirts can be a problem at times."
It was nice having Kimberly to run around with, even if I was dressed like a sissy girl. She watched out for me; and we held each other’s hands sometimes.
We approached the fun house. I had loved the fun house; but now, in a skirt, I felt vulnerable and apprehensive as we went in. I felt weak and assailable as we walked through the dark passageways. I felt …. girlishly ….. skittish.
As we left the fun house a blast of air hit me, and lifted my skirt in back, exposing my pantied bottom. Some boys behind us whistled and cheered, to the delight of Kimberly. I was embarrassed.
About mid-afternoon Kimberly yelped.
"Come on Chrissy, we have to find a ladies room."
She kind of muttered to herself as we rushed to find one.
"What’s the matter ?" I asked.
"I’m spotting", was her reply.
I had no idea what she meant.
I followed her in the ladies room where she rummaged in her purse, and then put a coin in the vending machine there, and went into a stall. I decided I could pee while we were there, and went into the next one.
"Damn", I heard her say.
She was at the sink in just her blouse when I came out, rinsing her white shorts and her pink panties in the sink. … I blushed. I was embarrassed to be there. I couldn’t help myself from stealing glances down at her white tush. I had never seen a naked girl before. I felt my face getting red as I struggled to keep from staring, although from my quick glances I couldn’t make out much from under the hem of her blouse, except she was quite flat in front, ….. not like me.
I washed my hands, and splashed a little water on my face, and then adjusted the ribbon in my hair. It was askew from the rides.
She dried her panties and shorts the best she could before pulling them on, … giggling a little at the dampness of her crotch. She shrugged, and then pulled out lipstick, and applied the pink to her mouth. She looked over at me watching her.
"Would you like some ?" She asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I stood there like a dummy, still flustered from her naked bottom so close to mine.
"Here", she said, and lightly held my chin as she ran the pink dome over my mouth. This was the second time in two days females were putting their lipstick on me.
"You look cute, … and kissable." She giggled.
"Boys like girls to wear lipstick. Have you ever kissed a boy ?" She asked.
"No", I quickly answered.
"Well, … you will. You’re pretty."
I blushed. …. "Thanks", I mumbled.
I looked in the mirror at my pink mouth. I puckered my lips. Kimberly laughed.
We gathered up Nate to head back to the picnic area; but Nate didn’t want to leave.
"I haven’t ridden the ‘Dragon’ yet ….. I want to ride it !" He stubbornly shouted.
"Nate, .. we are going back to the picnic area, … come on." Kimberly said.
Nate stood his ground.
"Nate ! ……grrrrr" Kimberly grumbled under her breath.
Then a thin smile came to her face.
"Watch this", she whispered in my ear.
"Nate…..", she called sweetly. "…’ see how pretty Chrissy looks in pink lipstick ?" She questioned as she removed the lipstick from her purse. "…’ it’s your turn…." She announced, advancing toward the now frightened looking boy.
"No !"
"Hold him Chrissy." Kimberly said as he backed up nearly into me.
"NO ! …. Don’t !"
" ‘then you better get headed back right now !" She threatened.
Nate tore away from me running back toward the picnic area.
"Works every time." Kimberly laughed as she placed the lipstick back in her purse.
It was a couple hours later before we packed up to leave. Kimberly and I hugged, and said goodbye.
We were riding back to Aunt Janice’s when I asked: "Mom, … what’s spotting ?"
Mom looked at me questioningly.
"What do you mean ?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"Kimberly, … she said she was spotting."
"OH ! … Well, … umm .. uh … We’ll have to discuss that later honey."
Janice was laughing and sputtering in the front seat.
"Looks like you have some explaining to do there, Sis."
"What’s that ?" Uncle Paul asked.
"Never mind, … that’s between us girls." Aunt Janice told him.
Aunt Janice smiled, and winked at me.
I felt kind of good about it. I wasn’t sure why; but it was like they were letting me into their sorority. It didn’t matter to her that I was wearing dresses because I did something bad.
It wasn’t long after we returned that Janice helped me change into the nightie and tucked me in. I was tired. Aunt Janice kissed me on the forehead, and tenderly brushed my hair with her fingertips.
I wore a flower print dress down to breakfast; and then we had to hurry to leave. It was a long drive home. Aunt Janice gave me the bathing suit and her high school skirt, and several ribbons for my hair. She kissed me on the cheek, and asked me if I wouldn’t come back. She hugged me close before I got in the car.
"You can come be my little girl any time Chrissy." She cooingly told me.
She and Uncle Paul smiled and waved as we pulled out.
I sat contemplating the adoration my beloved Aunt had bestowed on me as we drove toward home.
It was a couple hours and many miles later when mom asked me how much I knew about the difference between boys and girls. …… I found out what "spotting" was…. Kimberly was capable of having babies. … I was stunned to hear what girls went through every month…. Poor Kim was actually bleeding…. And I now had a much better understanding about the significance of the training bra I was wearing.
It was dark when we pulled into the driveway. I quickly ran inside.
Mom went with me upstairs at Miss Marcy’s instead of dropping me off the next morning. She showed Miss Marcy my tan lines. They giggled as mom told her of my outing, and how her younger sister had nearly adopted me.
I pulled the flowered scarf from the stand downstairs and deftly tied the silky ends under my chin like a well-practiced girl before heading out to her car.
It seemed like it was a long time since I had been in the boutique as I walked in. I balked just a bit at all the frilly clothes. I was back in the bastion of femininity. Miss Marcy said she was happy to have me back.
It was a week later when Miss Marcy told me about the upcoming "Frontier Days", a downtown sales promotion where the shopkeepers dressed in old costumes for several days. She said I was to come over to her house Saturday to try on my costume.
Mom was thrilled about it when I told her about the old style dresses we were going to have to wear the latter part of next week.
Mom was more than happy to take me over to Miss Marcy’s Saturday morning to see about my costume. I wore panties and training bra under my clothes. Miss Marcy had me remove the training bra.
"Women didn’t wear bras then." She explained.
She slipped a white linen camisole type top over my head. The straps were wide, and it had lace and ribbons. Mom squealed with joy as Miss Marcy produced the next item, … a long pair of white bloomers. They went clear to my ankles where there were three layers of cotton, lace and ribbons. Miss Marcy dropped a white tent over my head. As the hem settled around the top of my feet, Miss Marcy tied the top of the petticoat around my waist. She then held up a rather stiff looking garment with laces. Mom and Miss Marcy fitted this around my waist, and began pulling the laces tighter. The bottom came to my hips, and the top to the bottom of my rib cage. It was smooth with a lace edged top and bottom.
"This will give her a little bit of a figure." Miss Marcy winked, and giggled to mom.
When they were through tieing the laces, and I was firmly uncomfortable, Miss Marcy pulled another slip type garment over my head, covering everything. Finally she produced the dress. It was a light pastel lavender with a pink and yellow flower print. It had lots of ribbons and lace, with rows of lace across both the top and the skirt. It had a high collar, and the rows of lace made a V in the middle of my chest.
"Isn’t this going to be rather hot ?" I questioned as they merrily chatted away while slipping thin white knee socks on my feet followed by rather funny looking old style shoes. …. I was totally ignored.
Miss Marcy then brought out a bonnet …. with long shiny ribbon ties. It had a large ribbon bow on the back, the ends of which were quite long, and would easily touch my shoulders. It had two more ribbon bows and lace along the front. Miss Marcy pulled this over my head. The ties made a girlish singing sound as she made a large bow alongside my left cheek. Mom squealed with delight again….. She pulled lacy gloves on my hands, and produced a lavender, lace trimmed parasol that matched my dress.
"There, .. what do you think ?" She asked mom.
"OH MY !" Was all mom could utter. Her face was all-aglow, with her hands cupped to her cheeks. She hugged me, … and cried.
I was asked to walk about the room. … I could barely move, and half-stumbled. Miss Marcy told me to lift the skirts and petticoats as I walked, and they giggled when the lacy bloomers were exposed. They stood me in front of the mirror. I didn’t think it was possible for them to dress me in any more ribbons and lace, …. but they had…
Once they were satisfied everything fit, they helped me out of the clothes. Mom got giddy again at the site of the underthings, especially the bloomers. .. It had taken all morning to get me dressed and undressed. .… Girls sure wore a lot of clothes back then.
I had to go over to Miss Marcy’s a half-hour earlier the next Wednesday.
It seemed to take me forever to make it to her car with my hands full of skirt, and to manage the dress as I fought to get in the front seat.
We set up a table outside with some intimate sale items and a few dresses.
The women were merciless as they fawned over my costume as I shuttled in and out. Several of them squealed just like schoolgirls when they noticed the lacy bloomers at my ankles.
It was exhausting working under all those clothes; and I felt quite weak and girlish as Miss Marcy helped me out of all those clothes that evening. There was no way I could ever undress myself.
Thursday was a little busier, and everyone loved how I looked. …. When we got out of the car at Miss Marcy’s house a neighbor lady called to us. We had to walk over so she could have a better look. Miss Marcy introduced me as a neighbor girl who lived a block down the street. I was very nervous as I gazed around to see if there might be any kids who would recognize me. The lady was tickled at our dresses, and called me honey a lot. She told us how differently she had to dress as a girl compared to nowadays.
Friday was even busier. There were several girls who came around who were about my age. I didn’t recognize any of them; but then Trisha and two of her friends Alyssa and Skyler showed up.
"Hi Chrissy", Trisha called. "You look … delightful !"
The three of them giggled; and then they had to take a peek at the petticoats and bloomers I wore under my dress. They hung around for twenty minutes looking at dresses and lingerie, and making small talk. Trisha took some long looks at me, and then she’d whisper with her friends and they’d giggle. It unnerved me, but then girls were always giggling and whispering to each other.
Trisha came over and asked to try on my bonnet. The three of them giggled and carried on as Trisha pulled it over her soft brown curls and tied it next to her chin, …just as I had worn it. My hair was plastered to my head from wearing it; … and Skyler remarked: "Such short hair ! You look like some boy !" The three of them giggled; and Trisha studied me with her head cocked to one side as she fingered the ties of the bonnet. "But definitely not in those clothes." Trisha added after a long pause. The three of them giggled some more, while I stood there red-faced.
Trisha replaced the bonnet on my head, and insisted on tieing the bow under my chin. She critiqued how I looked before retieing it next to my left ear as it had been. The three giggling girls left then. I was both relieved and worried. I hoped she wouldn’t put Chrissy and me together when I saw her at school this fall.
I was mortified as I rode home with mom that evening. Mom looked absolutely delighted with how I was dressed. … I was so thankful no one seemed to be around when we pulled into the driveway. I tried to hurry into the house; but it was slow progress in all those clothes.
Mom didn’t want me to take the dress and things off right away; and I was forced to plead with her to help me out of everything. To appease her I had to wear a frilly pink party dress instead.
It was several weeks later, and just a week before school would start. Miss Marcy was having a back to school sale; and there were quite a few mothers with their daughters coming in. I recognized one girl from school; but she barely looked at me as she and her mother looked at panties and underthings. She looked a little shy and embarrassed standing next to her mother. Later that afternoon didn’t Trisha and her mother show up. Trisha looked about the shop until she spotted me, and smiled. It was a short time before she came over to say hello, and asked how I was doing. She remarked about my pretty dress, and asked if I wasn’t getting new clothes and underwear for school too. I was quite nervous. It would be just a week from now I would see her in school. "Bye Chrissy", she sang as her and her mother left.
* * * * *
Finally the end of my long summer was coming to an end; and Thursday morning mom and Miss Marcy looked happier and more excited than usual.
Miss Marcy had me wear a quite frilly pink party dress with a white petticoat with a large pink satin ribbon on the skirt. It matched the pink satin sash of the dress.
She was even more friendly and cheerful towards me at the boutique that day, and told me often how much she was going to miss me. At closing time mom came bye, and Miss Marcy announced she was taking us out to eat. She informed me I didn’t have to come in tomorrow, and after tonight my summer as a girl would end…. I was happy, but considering how I was still dressed, my enthusiasm was muted. At the end of the pleasant meal the waitress brought cake and ice cream, and we celebrated.
Mom and Miss Marcy were in good spirits when we said our goodbyes at the restaurant. Miss Marcy hugged me, and told me how much she was going to miss me again. Mom told her she would return the dress to her.
I pulled the silky scarf over my head, tieing the silky ends under my chin for the last time as we approached our house. It was dark as I quickly made my way inside.
My boy clothes were still packed away, so I slipped into a silky nightie for the last time, and slipped into bed.
The next morning mom had layed out a dress and lingerie for me. She said I’d just have to wear them until she could unpack my things. I was allowed to sleep late as mom left for work.
It felt strange dressing myself when I got up. Here I was at home all alone, and I was wearing girl’s underwear and a dress, with my fingernails still polished a pretty pink. At least I had a day to myself to just relax. Tomorrow I could go out and play.
I complained a bit to mom when she came home about being stuck inside all day when I could have been playing outdoors. She teasingly told me I could have gone out to play if I wanted. … Yeah … right ! We fixed dinner and I sat in the living room that evening with mom in the dress. She said we’d unpack my things in the morning, …. so I was to wear a nightie to bed one last time. I got the idea she really didn’t want Chrissy to leave. Mom removed my nail polish, and shortened my nails that evening.
I had to put on a blouse and skirt in the morning. We went up to the attic where my boy clothes were locked up after breakfast. ….. I finally got to change into pants and shirt for lunch. After months, I combed my hair in a boy’s style again. It was long now for a boy. Mom came in as I was combing it.
"I think you look good with longer hair. I think we’ll let it grow." She said.
Some boys were beginning to grow their hair long now; … and it looked like I was going to be in style. I wondered, though, if mom had ideas on seeing "Chrissy" again.
Mom looked at me altogether differently at lunch. ... Mom took the dresses and underthings over to her room after lunch, and we put my things back in the dresser and closet.
I went out in the sunlight for the first time as a boy in a long time. It felt good to ride my bike again. I rode around the neighborhood, but didn’t see anyone. I really didn’t care. It was just nice to be out riding again.
Sunday afternoon was pretty much the same. I could have gone over to Gary’s where the other guys probably were hanging out; but I didn’t really feel like explaining my absence, so I just peddled around.
It took me two days to get used to wearing pants again…. I had to actually think about not sitting like a girl.
I reported to school with mixed emotions. It had been a long time since I had talked to my friends or boys my age; and I looked at the girls differently now.
It wasn’t until recess that I talked to a couple of my friends. They asked where I had been. I told them we visited my aunt and uncle, and I had been grounded for a while. They shrugged and didn’t ask for any details.
That afternoon I saw Trisha, and she smiled over at me.
It was a rather uneventful day, and I talked with some friends on the way home about very little. We all complained about another year of school.
It was two days later, while walking home from school, when I heard Trisha say hello from behind me. I turned to see her smiling, and blushed.
"Oh … uh hi Trisha. Umm .. how was your summer ?" I questioned.
"Fine", she replied, smiling.
I walked ahead of her and her two friends in silence for a little ways.
"How was your summer ….. Chrissy ?" She whispered in my ear.
I felt my face burn a deep red.
"Uh …. wha …. what are you talking about ?" I asked, mustering as much innocence as I could.
She giggled, and her friends giggled along with her. I kept walking, with the reddest face.
Linda and Kara turned down the next street, and Trisha came up to walk along side of me.
"I knew I had seen you this summer; but I couldn’t be sure. …How did that happen ?
How did they get you to work at a ladies dress shop in such girlie dresses ?" She asked; her voice rising with excitement at the question.
I looked around to see if anyone was within earshot.
"Shhhhh", I pleaded. It was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to convince her I wasn’t "Chrissy"..
"You can’t be telling anyone else, ….. pleeasssssse." I begged.
She grinned slyly. She knew she had me; and she was in heaven.
"Mmmm we’ll see." She teased. "You’ve got to tell me everything !"
I whispered the details of my summer and humiliation as we walked.; and she drank it all in like a thirsty kid at a soda fountain. I had to tell her all about the outfits I wore, and that I wore a nightie to bed. She eagerly extracted every sissy detail she could, threatening to tell if I held back. She seemed to hang on every word, and giggled and bounced in girlish delight at some of the more delicate details.
When we came to her street, I pleaded with her again not to tell anyone.
"Well, …. Ok, I won’t for now…." She said, and happily walked off.
I arrived home quite deflated, and stayed at home in the living room the rest of the day. I didn’t feel like running out to play. My secret was in jeopardy.
Whenever I saw Trisha the next day she looked back with the widest grin; and every time I saw her whisper to a girlfriend I held my breath.
That day, after school, I hurried home, … but not fast enough. Trisha yelled for me as I approached her street, and she ran to catch up.
"Hi Chrissy", she whispered. …………. "I want you to come over to my house Saturday."
"Uh … Saturday, … I … uh don’t know…." I stammered.
"Oh ? …’. Saturday morning …. after breakfast, …. Chrissy." She stated with an implied threat in her voice.
I nodded.
I knocked on Trisha’s door Saturday morning about 10 AM.
"Hi, … come on in." Trisha greeted. ""Come on up to my room. Mom’s not here. … She just left to go shopping. It’s just us."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.
There was a pink, yellow and white frilly dress laying on her bed with some underthings. She giggled excitedly as she picked up the lacy underwear, and turned to hand them to me. I swallowed nervously.
"Here, … go put these on for me …. Chrissy."
I looked at her pleadingly.
"Go on……" She giggled.
I reappeared in the panties, training bra, and full slip to stand before the giggling Trisha. She looked me over, and fingered the straps and front of the slip and bra, fussing with the lacy trim.
"Trisha……" I whined.
"Come on … put on your pretty dress." She giggled.
She held the frilly party dress up, and I let her slip it over my head. She was giddy as she buttoned it in back and tied the sash. She turned me around, … and laughed.
"Oh … it IS you Chrissy !"
She pulled me over to her dresser where she brushed my hair back into a girlish style. I had to put on lacy anklets and her T strap black shoes.
"Oh … you cut your nails….." She sighed.
She slipped a necklace around my neck, and put a bracelet on my wrist. She looked me over for a moment with the biggest grin, and then found a pink ribboned barrette on her dresser and clipped it into my hair.
Here I was … again, …. dressed as a girl.
Trisha handed me one of her dolls, … and giggled. She proceeded to introduce me to her doll, and show me all her pretty doll clothes. I had to change her dress, and we spent the next hour or so playing with her dolls and things. Trisha was giddy with delight. She showed me her girlish accessories, and her nail polishes. She opened a bottle of red polish, and grabbed my hand. She began putting polish on my left pinky.
"Trisha !" I squealed.
She giggled. She held my hand as she blew on my fingernail, and held it until it was dry.
We were playing when we heard the front door open. Trisha told me to go into the bathroom quickly and change.
I came downstairs somewhat flushed to meet her mother. I held my left hand behind me as Trisha introduced me; and then Trisha and I went outside to play.
We played "jacks"on her porch. She giggled at my red "pinky" finger as we played. She teased me, and we talked and played awhile before she allowed me to go home. I immediately removed the polish from my fingernail when I got home..
Over the next several weeks I was teased by the other boys as Trisha drew me closer to her. Whenever Trisha called I was obliged to see what she wanted, and could refuse her little. Everyone assumed it was because I was "in love"; and I was teased extensively by the other boys for it; and her girlfriends too would often giggle at us.
I was "invited " to a Halloween party at Trisha’s. Only girls were coming, as in 6th grade boys and girls didn’t date or mix much. Trisha informed me I was to come as "Chrissy" her girl friend from across town. I was scared. Trisha had recognized me from this summer, so could the other girls. …. This was dangerous.
If I went over to Trisha’s as a boy, and changed there, her mother would know. … I decided it was better if I told mom I was going to attend a Halloween party, and I was going to go as a girl. …. Mom, of course, was delighted.
Trisha and I whispered to each other about it a lot as we walked home from school; and her girlfriends giggled and teased us about our whispering to each other, and being boyfriend and girlfriend.
There was some discussion about whether this was to be a costume party or not. In either case, it was going to be one for me. …. It was a few days before the now costume party, and there was much teasing about how I’d dress, when Trisha decided I’d be going as ….. a baby ! …. ‘ a baby girl, naturally. Trisha laughed as she described what I should wear. She came over to my house; and I explained to my mother that Trisha had recognized me at the boutique. … Mom and Trisha quickly became friends … and co-conspirators. Mom laughed as Trisha described how I would be dressed; and they giggled together joyously as they conspired to put it all together.
Saturday afternoon mom and Trisha had me put their costume on. I wore a cloth diaper, pink rubber pants with pink ruffled panties over them, a pink lacy petticoat, a short, frilly pink dress with rows of ruffled lace, white lacy anklets with pink ribbon bows, white Mary Janes, a pink and white lacy bonnet with wide pink ribbon ties, and I was to carry a bottle, rattle, and a baby doll. …. Mom put eye makeup on me to give me a wide-eyed baby look, and pink blusher on my cheeks. They fussed over me with mom’s makeup until they thought I was disguised enough; and then they both laughed heartily. … This was humiliating…..
I wasn’t allowed to change as it was late afternoon, so after Trisha hugged me and left, I sat down to dinner with mom as a frilly baby girl. Mom took advantage, and asked if I’d like her to feed me…… Grrrrr
Mom drove me over to Trisha’s shortly after dark, … and giggled the whole time.
Trisha’s mother loved my costume; …. and the other girls too when they showed up….. Well, you can imagine a room full of 11 yr old girls with a full sized baby doll to play with…… I was the hit of the party, with all of them cooing and lifting my dress to see my lacy ruffled panties.
When we had ice cream and cake Trisha’s mom served glasses of milk. They all insisted I drink mine from my baby bottle.
One of the girls came up to me.
"Don’t I know you ? I’ve seen you somewhere …."
I held my breath. …. Please God, …. No….
"Oh My ! It’s Charlie !" She squealed.
The other girls giggled and laughed, and squealed with delight ! They all fawned over me cooing baby-talk.
"I thought this was girls only." One girl said.
"Awww, … he is a girl." Another teased.
All the girls surrounded me, cooing, and teasing.
I was sunk ! When the other kids find out about this I’ll be teased and taunted to death !
"We should have known Charlie would be here. They’re in l-o-o-v-ve…" Casey cooed.
The other girls giggled and made kissing noises. They teased us both a bit, but then their mood changed to one of support and envy for our seeming relationship.
By the time we started playing games, I was welcomed as just one of the girls.
Trisha had me stay until all the other girls left before she allowed me to call my mother. They didn’t think it a good idea my going out at night by myself dressed like I was.
To my great surprise no one but the girls at the party said anything at school that week, and even they only whispered a few teasing remarks to me; and I suddenly felt so much closer to the girls in school.
Trisha started coming by my house often; and she and mom were getting to be very good friends. Mom didn’t mind in the least, and in fact supported Trisha’s efforts to put me in girl clothes occasionally. I was afraid to deny Trisha anything. She could blow the whistle on me to the boys in school whenever she wished.
Sometimes mom would come home and find Trisha and "Chrissy" playing or doing our homework; and Trisha would always be invited to stay for dinner, with Trisha and I doing the dishes afterwards, naturally. I was now dressed as Chrissy for several hours two or three times a week, and mom loved every minute of it.
Christmas vacation found Trisha over at my house quite often, and I spent several whole days in dresses with her. Sometimes I’d wear my girl’s underthings under my shirt and pants over to her house to play, and put on a dress once we were there. One day she made me walk over there in a dress, under an overcoat and scarf, as her mother was home that day. We played with makeup, and my hair now being long enough, she put my hair up in curlers, and I had to help set hers. By dinner-time we were both "prettied up" as we sat down to eat dinner with her mom.
For Christmas there were two packages under the tree for Trisha, one from me, and one from my mother. I gave her a bracelet and necklace. ….. Mom gave her a pretty blue dress with white lace; …. and she bought me a matching one ! Oh ! Trisha was thrilled ! I got a present from Trisha too, …. a frilly doll…. We had to go put our matching dresses on, of course. Mom and Trisha just adored them; and we looked like sisters.
The first day back to school Trisha wore her new blue dress. She whispered teasingly in my ear whenever she could about my having one just like it, and even lifted the hem to show me her pretty, new bouffant slip she was wearing under it with it’s pretty ribbon bow and lace. She whispered how nice and full it made the skirt of the dress look.
"We’ll have to get you one just like it." She whispered.
Trisha and I were spending so much time together. There was no point in denying the other kids assertions and accusations of us being boy and girl friend. As a result I was getting a lot of teasing from my friends, and so I didn’t hang around them as much. A few called me sissy for always talking to Trisha and her girlfriends, telling me to go play with the girls instead of the boys at recess.
When Valentines Day came around I really caught a lot of flak. Trisha and I were the only "love birds" in sixth grade, as the other boys called us. I got a nice Valentine from Trisha, and with a little prodding from mom I gave her a nice one too with a big heart and ribbons, along with a small box of chocolates. After school we went to my house where we wore our matching dresses with ribbons in our hair, and she had us put on pink lipstick and …. we kissed….
My mother encouraged Trisha to come over more often. She was always thrilled when she came home to find Trisha and I dressed alike.
I went to Trisha’s 12 th birthday party in May. I was the only boy among 8 girls. Mom picked out a present, and when Trisha opened it, it was a pretty dress with a frilly slip in the same box. The girls fussed over it, and then teased me mercilessly about buying such a girlie gift. Trisha fueled things by kissing my cheek.
Her mother bought her her first pair of nylon stockings, and a gartered panty to hold them up. When Trisha found a moment away from the other girls she showed me her new prize up close.
"Oh look Chrissy", she whispered. "Look what we’ll both be wearing soon !"
The end ?
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