Note: This is a story that is not a story in the sense that it's more like a wish, fantasy, dream or, . . . So, I call this simply

 

Fantasy in A Flat/No. 1

by Ann O'Nonymous

  

Part 3: Gee, that sounds fashionable

  

I am Marti. I am not a mistress, madam, or anything like them. Alice, I really, really like this child of yours!!"

Those words echoed in his mind – what was wrong with these people! He was sitting there, in female clothing, drinking tea and enjoying scones with his lady friends (in his mind, at least), and no one (well, some one was playing footsies under the table) seemed to be perturbed in the slightest. In his mind, what he did was a perversion – and he was a pervert!

"Ehh, mom, I really am extremely sorry – I never meant for you to find out," Jerry finally blurted out. It was said with a heavy heart and a sad voice.

"Young lady," Alice retorted, "All you need is some instruction in makeup and hair care, a few voice lessons, and you'll be ready for your debut."

"But m-o-o-o-m, I don't want to be a girl!"

Alice cut him off short: "Who said anything about you becoming a girl?"

Marti joined in: "What we will do is help you better understand females. If you want to have a sex change, that is still far in the future."

"Whoa! My new boyfriend aint gonna get no sex change – no way, no how!!!" an upset Angela shouted, in no uncertain terms (tsk, tsk – her grammar).

Jerry sat there stunned. Angela Kohl? Boyfriend? She was one of the prettiest girls in school, won several athletic and scholarship awards (one for an examination of local legends), and, well, to him, she was very special. "Ah- Ahge- Angela, did you just say what I . . . ."

"Damn right! I want you. I am so tired of getting handed all those lines, those Seniors deciding they were best for me, and then there are those snot-nosed, pimple-faced morons who think they are s-o-o-o smart. All I want is a nice guy who likes what I like, and accepts me as I am. But, you should use some makeup – your face is a mess!"

Julia added, "In fact, all of us want you!'

So the group adjourned to the family room. Alice called back, "Leave the dishes for now, Jer. This is more important."

What is going on, Jerry wondered as he set out placemats, like any good maid, for the half-finished cups of tea, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. As he seated himself, Jerry swept the skirt under him and glanced at his bemused mother. Seated there among the ladies, Jerry felt a sense of belonging, a peace within, and a feeling of closeness to all these wonderful ladies who seemed to accept him.

Watching her son, she thought that he does seem to be taking on female mannerisms – the real trick will be to get the best of his maleness, and integrate it with the female in him. His mom spoke first: "Jerry, do you remember when I went to visit a friend overnight?"

Oh boy, did he! Nervously he replied, "Yes, mom, was there something wrong?"

Alice smothered a giggling laugh, composed herself then replied, "About three months ago, I found some things a little mussed up in one of my drawers. Also, there were things in the wash three days after I put them in the hamper."

"So," Jerry queried.

"I set a trap for you, sweetheart. Before I left I said, 'Please don't disturb anything in my room – I'll want to flop down and nap when I return!' Now on the pillow I left an exquisite pale lavender satin ankle-length nightgown. You know the one – it has a gorgeous lacy vee bodice and hem, with darling little embroidered roses around the waist, and nylon frills around the wrists."

This description caused a rising up of Jerry's manhood (his penis, plainly put) that was safely hidden under the girdle. He said as nonchalantly as possible, "s-s-s-o-o-o?"

"Well, dear, when I folded it and put it on my pillow, I put a stamp between the folds. I took a Polaroid photo of the stamp's exact position. Guess what – no stamp when I returned."

Gulp, gulp! How could you be so, so . . . oh, hell – it's too late for that now. "I guess you caught me! So, now what mom? Will you kick me out – send me to a military school, an asylum, or some other place for sick people? I am truly sorry, but it just felt so nice to wear between those satin sheets – and I just don't know if I can, or maybe want to, stop!" Now Jerry was glad he didn't have makeup on, as it would have been ruined.

Alice frowned at what she heard him say! Anger that she would think of doing such a thing to him welled up in her, then subsided as she stated, "I will do NO SUCH THING! Want to hear the rest, Jer."

Feeling good at that statement, Jerry's curiosity got the better of him. "Yes, please."

"On that day, I met with an old school chum, Tracy Carter. You don't know her. She told me this: 'Your son is a transvestite. He enjoys the feel of female clothes, jewelry, makeup, and the company of females. For the most part, it is incurable – because it is not a disease. Jerry sounds like he's a man who would be more at home in dresses and around women; he, more than likely, is a soft, gentle, sensitive person who cries easily; and feels lost in a world where men are required to be macho.'

"She also said this: 'Imagine a rubber band, and one end is male; the other is female. Now to distance themselves from femaleness, some men stretch that band – putting stress on it, and it breaks. Others accept the gift, and there is a bodily harmony between male and female. In the one case, you have men with heart problems, stressed out, insomnia, and fatigue from fighting inner turmoil. The man who accepts and welcomes his femininity is more at peace with himself.' She then said something odd. That in many religions, the god/dess in male and female combined, and it seems that this is an attempt to get back to that oneness.

"I asked her if you might be a homosexual, and she replied, 'No more so than in the normal population. Truthfully, he would be more like a Male Lesbian," Alice continued. "So I said, 'Is there such a thing?' "

Jerry bit his lower lip as his mother hesitated. He knew of Joey Parkhurst at school and he was out of the closet. But he knew deep down he wasn't, so he said, "Mom, I'm not Gay!"

Alice looked at her boy, noticed the others present smiling then she went on, "I know! What you are is a girl's dream – someone who makes it a point to understand females, who wants to be as close to them as possible, who loves and cares for them deeply. Most of all, dear, you are my wonderful son."

"Mom," a tearful (Funny, that he felt so good, but was crying) Jerry asked, said, stated (take your choice), "If you want me to, I think I can stop!"

Marti spoke up: "We don't want you to stop, sweetheart. We have an idea that will be a way for you to learn to be a full man, help your mother, and earn spending money."

Julia was next: "Jerry/Nancy, here's the idea. Your mother is a talented designer! We want her to . . . Okay, my store, the bridal shop, keeps at least two dozen basic designs on hand. What we want your mother to do is take those designs, modify them and make originals."

"How so," asked Jerry, intrigued by what he was thinking.

"We take the future bride, show her various designs, and how your mother can modify them to fit her wants," Julia continued. "We add or subtract lace, petticoats, floral designs, and make something extra special for her special day. Your mother can, most of the time, work at home – using you as her model."

"And I can use another model for our teen fall showing," continued Marti. "In fact, we may be able to make up a booklet showing designs by your mother for our Junior and Young Miss departments. Just think – you might go to your prom and see a lot of the girls wearing gowns you already modeled for them. Won't that be a kick!"

Jerry sat, stunned. What was a time of misgivings was turning into a wonderfully glorious day.

"Jerry, lover, I'll also be modeling, too!" Angela added, "Now just picture the two of us running around in bra and lacy panties yelling, 'Where's my next change of clothes – I can't go out there like this!' Oh, and then there's my very dearest friend Jade, . . . and Chris, . . . and I think Patty, too. I'll fill them in – I KNOW they'll love seeing you 'that' way!"

The grin that picture brought to mind lit up the whole room. "Throw in a garter belt, and you got a deal, Angela."

Angela answered, "Heck, I'll even teach you to love walking in 5" heels, but you'll be getting something even better – Me! I'll be your steady girlfriend, a-a-a-n-n-d-d maybe we can, oops, mom's here."

This appears to be a good time to leave the ladies to discuss the future plans of Nancy/Jerry. Needless to say, Jerry was a much happier person with his secret now out. The girls took him in like he was a younger sister. So let's travel a few months into the future, shall we?

 

THE SHOW

Jerry stood in 3" heels in the wings of the stage, his hands holding up the hem of a peach wedding gown, waiting to go on the runway. He turned to Jade and said, "Geez, doesn't Angela look great out there," nodding to a figure pirouetting on stage, showing off a lime-green prom gown to the very large, predominantly female, audience.

Jade grabbed his hand and squeezed a reassuring grip. "Yes, she does! Nervous, sweetheart?" (By now, all the girlfriends of Angela had endearing names for him.)

"I really thought I would be, but I feel like this is where I belong, Jade. You and the others have been super good to me, and I want to do my best out there – to show my appreciation for all the help you've given me."

"Jerry, at school, when you coached and helped me in passing those tests I needed to stay on the team – I wanted to do something especially nice for you, and now I think I have!"

Then he heard the call – "And now, a model new this year! Let's all welcome Miss Nancy Crawford. She's modeling a Starcast Gown, No. 675, a . . ."

Nancy lifted the dress and petticoats higher, and, at his request, mounted the stage to the sound of Ravel's "Bolero," a big smile on her lovely face. S/he strutted down the aisle on 4" stilettos, smiling to all – one happy person.

Backstage, as Angela came off she also smiled, saying to Jade, "There goes our future wife!"

"Yeah," replied Jade, "I wonder if he knows you picked that gown for our wedding?"

"We! We, Jade," Angela stated as she hugged her best friend.

[It seems strange that what you prefer to wear has so much effect on how much happiness you'll be allowed through life.]

 

That's all folks.

Annie O

  

  

  

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