Girl Friends Part I
by
Julie
It was a beautiful, bright, crisp, spring day as Derek, Jimmy, and I walked home from school feeling free, frisky, and feisty.
It was about two blocks from school when we came up behind four girls from our class: Charlene, Michelle, Lindsey, and Bobbi Jo; and they looked so prissy in their frilly dresses we couldn't resist picking on them. It was the day of our 6th grade class picture; and so many of the girls wore their nicer dresses except these four had outdone it. It looked like they had gotten together and decided to wear their frilliest Sunday dresses with full skirts, and with the daintiest lacy accents and we just couldn't help ourselves. We knew them well, as they were all from around our neighborhood, and we couldn't help but make fun of them, untying their prissy bows in the back of their dresses, and flipping up their filmy, delicate skirts. The girls only squealed and screamed at first; but by the time we crossed Alden Street into our neighborhood Michelle and Bobbi Jo were in tears. We thought it was great fun making them squeal and scream, and laughed and congratulated ourselves as we broke to go home for supper.
Later that night I heard Mom on the phone, and I thought I heard something about Bobbi Jo and Michelle. It was an hour later when she came to ask me about that afternoon, and scold me about harassing the girls.
"I want you to come straight home from school tomorrow. I'll decide what to do about your behavior then." She chided.
I didn't think too much about it. I thought I'd get yelled at, and maybe have to spend an evening in my room. Derek, Jimmy and I talked a little about it on the way home from school the next day. Derek said his mother yelled at him a little. We saw Charlene, Michelle, and Lindsey, but they kind of ignored us.
Charlene was taller than the rest of us. She was about 5' 4". Derek was 5' 2, and the rest of us were just around 5'. Charlene had long dark hair with large, pretty brown eyes. Michelle had long brown hair too, curlier than Charlene's, and she had big blue eyes. Lindsey had shorter light brown hair that she kept curled, and often wore barrettes or hair ribbons. Lindsey was not as delicate as the others, rather more athletic.
Mom didn't say much over dinner, but sent me to my room after; and I thought that was going to be the end of it but then Saturday, the next morning, Mom woke me up at 7:30. I was surprised, as I usually slept in until 9 or later.
"I want you to get up and take a bath right now !" She demanded.
"Wha .. what ?" I groggily questioned. "Why ? . What's going on ?"
"..' up and in the bath NOW !" She yelled.
I reluctantly rolled out of bed.
"We are going over to Derek's house. You'll see when we get over there." She said sternly.
She chased me into the bathroom, and told me to hurry up as I moved slowly, resisting this intrusion on my Saturday morning. I cringed as she started the bath water and threw some smelly stuff in.
I had just climbed from the tub when Mom came in. She shampooed my hair and put conditioner on it. She hadn't shampooed my hair for me in over two years.
"If you want long hair you need to take better care of it." Mom admonished.
We had had this discussion before; and under the circumstances I wasn't about to get into that argument again, so I bit my tongue.
She combed my hair out, and began trimming it.
"Mom !" I complained.
"I'm just trimming some split ends. You really should take care of it, and condition it you know."
I fumed, but held my tongue as she snipped away. No use aggravating the situation over a little hair now, and tuned her out as I braced for the same refrain ever since I let my hair grow.
"If you want to have long hair like a girl you need to take care of it like girl's do . etc etc "
She combed it different than I did because my hair felt funny; but she pushed me out of the bathroom, and across the hall before I had a chance to look in the mirror, and told me to put some clothes on.
"You have three minutes." She announced.
I was tying my shoes when she called for me to get downstairs. I still hadn't had time to see what Mom had done to my hair, but ran a hand through it on my way downstairs.
She asked what I wanted for breakfast. I wasn't in the mood to eat. I just had a glass of milk before she whisked me out the door.
It was a 4-minute walk over to Derek's house; and I was nervous as we walked up the front steps. Charlene, Michelle, and Lindsey were already there with their moms. The girls were in slacks and cutesy knit tops, their typical Saturday attire. I looked over at Derek standing near the bottom of the stairway with his Mom. Derek looked a little ashen; and I noticed he avoided looking at anyone; but our eyes met briefly, and for an instant I felt his fear
The mothers exchanged greetings, and then a short strained silence fell for several minutes before Jimmy and his Mom arrived.
"Ok I guess we are all here now. Derek get on up the stairs !" Mrs. Lawson demanded.
Charlene and her Mom followed, and Mom nudged me to follow them, and the others followed us. I was bewildered as well as apprehensive as I climbed the stairs. Just what was going on ? Of course I knew it was going to be trouble for us boys.
We turned left at the top of the stairs into the master bedroom. There were some dresses and garment bags hanging about the room, and some thrown over the bed.
"Ok boys ! Your mothers and I, along with the girls' mothers, have talked; and we are all thoroughly disgusted with your behavior Thursday." Mrs. Lawson began. "You must be very proud of yourselves big, strong, brave boys bullying girls while they were defenseless in their most delicate dresses. So we talked it over with the girls' mothers, and decided to let the girls decide an appropriate punishment for you; and I think they've come up with a just and fitting one. Boys the girls have decided to 'put the shoe on the other foot' and give you a taste of your own medicine. Each of the girls has picked out an appropriate outfit for each of you boys, including a pretty dress, so you can see what it's like ! The girls are to be in complete charge; and you will do whatever they tell you to today understood ? Now if even ONE of you disobeys or refuses to do what he's told all THREE of you will be spending another day in your pretty dresses and another ... and another until you do ! I'm sure you boys are not anxious to go to school Monday in a dress, so I'd listen to the girls' instructions if I were you."
I felt my face go cold as my heart stopped beating for a moment; and I suddenly understood Derek's ashen look. Jimmy's face, in contrast, was flushed red with embarrassment.
"And one other thing !" Mrs. Lawson scolded. "It seems one or all of you liked pulling on Charlene's bra strap as a means to torment her. SO each of you will be wearing your own new training bra !"
We boys looked at each other, shaking with shock, and flushed with embarrassment.
"Kyle Michelle has picked out a pretty dress and things for you. Your mother can help you get dressed across the hall. Jimmy Lindsey will be picking out something appropriately frilly for you. You may use the bedroom next door; while Charlene and I will see to little Darlene's wardrobe for today."
Mrs. Lawson or Charlene had evidently already picked out a new name for Derek; and he was scarlet, and looked on the verge of tears.
We boys were all stunned while the girls smiled and tee-heed triumphantly.
"What ? No ! Mom !" I protested.
Jimmy and Derek looked over at me with alarm, suddenly fearing what my rebellion may cost them, while Charlene and Lindsey smiled smugly at my fearful protests.
My Mom pushed me across the hall, followed by Michelle and her Mom. My Mom looked about the room, and then pushed me back toward the closet, where she opened the closet door, and had me stand behind it, out of sight of Michelle and her Mother.
"Ok strip !" Mom directed.
I looked at Mom to protest this ridiculous punishment, but the stern resolve I saw in her eyes told me I didn't have a chance. I was shaking as I slowly shed my shirt, pants, socks and shoes.
"Underpants too !" She yelled.
I shook with fear and humiliation as I stood naked in the room with the three females. Mom then handed me a pair of nylon panties. They were pink and white flower print with sissy, narrow ruffled lace around the legs. I couldn't believe they were making me do this as I reluctantly pulled the silky, unfamiliar girlie underwear up my legs. My eyes began tearing.
Mom lifted a package from the top of the dresser, and began to open it.
"Michelle, would you like to help Kyle with his new training bra ?" She asked with a bit of a giggle.
"MOM !" I protested.
This was humiliating !
Michelle giggled nervously as she came over. Mom unwrapped the intimate girl's garment, and held it up by its straps in front of me.
"Hold your arms out !" She directed.
My skin crawled, and I felt so sick and weak all over as I looked at the intimate girlie garment. My face turned redder as my lead-weighted arms rose reluctantly to accept the milky white straps as Mom slipped them up my arms. Oh what a hideous arrangement this was ! If I refused or fought them I was jeopardizing not only prolonging my time in silly, embarrassing girl clothes ... but my friends as well; and with each of us isolated in separate rooms with each of our mothers barking orders at us we had no means of a united defense.
"Would you like to fasten the catch in back Michelle ?" Mom asked as she slipped the white straps up my shaky arms.
I was scarlet as I heard Michelle softly giggle, and felt her fasten the band in back, imprisoning me in the girlie bonds. Mom tugged at it, positioning it to her satisfaction on my chest. I looked down at the unfamiliar girlish shape over my chest. I shivered at the sight of the sissy straps over my shoulders, and dainty lace edging on the crescents, ... and at the pink flower in the middle. I desperately held back my tears as they all looked at me, smiling with amusement.
"Mom, this is just the kind of bra I want. It's just like Charlene's." Michelle pleaded, her pink polished fingertips tracing the edge, a timid blush flushing her cheeks a shy pink.
"I know honey, you've told me." Mrs. Martin replied. "We'll go shopping soon."
"They grow up so fast." Mrs. Martin lamented to my Mom.
"Yes", Mom replied, giggling, "but I never imagined I'd be buying a training bra "
Mrs. Martin laughed, joined by Michelle's giggles, and punctuated by my burning, red flushed cheeks.
Michelle fetched a slip next, and handed it to my Mom.
"Ok raise your arms over your head." She ordered.
I felt the slippery coolness of the girlie fabric as it slid down over my quivering body, and was shaken to near tears as my head emerged to look down on the porcelain whiteness, shiny ribbon straps, thin lace edging across the top and (oh God!) girlie little ribbon bows where the straps attached to the top. They were all still smiling at me, while Michelle giggled lightly with glee.
"Did you decide on a dress, Michelle ?" Mom questioned.
Michelle didn't answer, but brought over three dresses. I was totally mortified standing there in the girlie slip with a bra underneath, but still winced at the sight of the frilly dresses.
The first one that she held up to me was a flower print with a flouncy neckline and another flounce at the hem. The second was a light pink of nearly sheer material with full sheer sleeves, with a rounded, girlie collar, trimmed with dainty, narrow lace. The third was blue with white lace accents. It was so humiliating as each was held up to me while they made comments as to how it or rather how I would look in it. My knees went weak as the delicate, pink dress was held up. Please, I thought, not that one.
Michelle smiled as she handed the delicate, semi-transparent pink dress to my Mother.
They mentioned that the rather plain taffeta slip I had on was made to go with this dress as Mom slipped the dress over my head.
The full, sheer sleeves were gathered at the wrist, and trimmed with a ruffle. The rest of the dress was double layered sheer material, but still entirely see-through; and the ribbon bows of the slip showed through the pink material, although the folds of the full skirt hid the slip under the skirt part somewhat. Michelle giggled again as she buttoned it in back, and fixed the self-ties attached to the side into a crisp, sheer bow in back. I was told to turn for them; and they all smiled and giggled.
I was nearly paralyzed with mind-numbed embarrassment.
"Oh what a pretty dress, Michelle." Mom sighed.
Michelle giggled shyly at the compliment.
"Aren't you the sweet looking girl ?" Mom giggled at me. "How cute ' Ok, now for your anklets and shoes."
Michelle handed her a pair of white anklets with lace around the tops, which she promptly handed to me.
My arms brushed over the volumes of smooth, delicate material of the skirt as I reached to pull on the lace-topped socks.
Michelle handed me a pair of white shoes when I finished pulling on the socks. They were typical girl shoes with a strap, which she helped me buckle at the instep.
I was again told to turn for them.
"OH MY! It looks like I have a daughter !" Mom exclaimed.
Mrs. Martin laughed.
"It certainly does." She agreed.
I felt weak and totally humiliated as I stood there in the light blush-pink dress with my girlie underwear showing though; and they were probably going to make me go outside like this ! Oh God !
The next thing I knew Michelle was standing next to me holding a tube of pink lipstick ! She offered it to Mom; but she told Michelle to go ahead and put it on me. I looked at Mom as Michelle slid the pink grease across my lips. Michelle showed me how to hold my mouth to stretch my lips tight so she could put it on evenly, and then had me press my lips together. Michelle squealed with delight.
I then noticed the hair ribbons dangling from Michelle's hand ! She selected a shiny pink one, handing it to Mom.
"How pretty", Mom sighed as she accepted it from Michelle.
"Too bad we didn't give you some curls this morning." Mom mused as she combed my hair, giving me bangs, before slipping the ribbon under my hair in back, and tying a bow on top of my head.
"Oh yes !" Mom laughed as she stepped back to look at me. "You make a pretty girl, Kyle"
Mrs. Martin and Michelle giggled.
Michelle handed me a white purse. I accepted it, letting it dangle from my hand at my side.
"..' not like that ! Put it over your arm, dear." Mom instructed.
Mrs. Martin and Michelle giggled as Mom slid the purse up my arm.
"Where's your lipstick ? You need to carry it with you to keep your lips nice and pink." Mom questioned.
Michelle opened my purse and slipped it inside.
"What do you say Kyle Uh .. have you thought about a name for our pretty girl, Michelle ?"
Michelle shook her head, and then thought.
"Kathy", she blurted.
I felt a little betrayed. Mom seemed to be enjoying this !
Mom smiled.
"Kathy it is ! What do you say Kathy ? Aren't you going to thank Michelle ?" Mom asked.
I was shocked. THANK her ?
"Uh .. I .. uh thank you Michelle." I squeaked.
"That wasn't very sincere; and I think a nice curtsy is appropriate. Now, thank Michelle properly for furnishing you with such a darling dress. You look so pretty."
I looked at Mom, stupefied. Mrs. Martin was stifling her giggling with a hand over her mouth. Michelle was bright-eyed with glee.
My face burned with embarrassment, and yet I broke out in a cold sweat as my knees sort of buckled awkwardly.
"Thank you Michelle." I squeaked timidly.
"You'll have to teach him how to curtsy properly like a girl, Michelle." Mom giggled.
"Well Kathy I think we're all ready now. Shall we go ?" Mom suggested.
Mom fluffed my hair and primped the pink ribbon bow before they pushed me out into the hall.
I could hear Derek fussing and complaining about what they were doing to him in the other bedroom as we emerged. Michelle, her Mom, and my Mom giggled at his complaints.
It was just a couple minutes then before the other bedroom door opened, and Lindsey, her Mom, Jimmy's Mother, and Jimmy emerged. I nearly gasped !
Jimmy was dressed in a frilly yellow dress with a wide, white collar embroidered with pretty pink and yellow flowers, and trimmed in lace. It had a full skirt like mine with a wide, shiny satin sash tied in a large bow in back. On the front at the waist was a small bouquet of flowers with ribbon streamers flowing down the front of his full skirt. His sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail at his crown, tied with a 2" wide yellow satin ribbon in a large bow with the long ends falling alongside his ponytail to his neck. He wore pink lipstick like me, and carried a basket purse with yellow ribbons and flower on top. He looked soooo girlie ! I hardly recognized him. He could easily be the prettiest girl in our class ! Our eyes met briefly. We were both so mortified over this we could both easily break down and cry.
"No ! I won't I don't want to ! NO !" We heard Derek cry out.
Just the same, the bedroom door opened, and a teary-eyed Derek emerged, along with his Mother, Charlene, and Charlene's Mother. Derek was all done up in a frilly dress too; but he looked like a boy in a dress, despite the curly wig they put on him with two large white satin hair bows, one on either side of his head. They had put him in a flouncy, pink, yellow and white flower print dress, dripping in lacy accents. It too had a sash that tied in a bow in back. He wore light red lipstick, carried a white purse at his side, and had on shiny black strapped shoes, and lace top anklets. He looked thoroughly dejected, even more so than Jimmy and I, and refused to look at us.
"Well little ladies, let's be going downstairs, shall we." Mrs. Lawson said.
Our mothers, along with the girls, escorted us down the steps. Our dresses hissed girlishly as we descended ... whispering "sissy" in our ears.
"Ok girls, the boys are all yours. What are you going to do today ?" Mrs. Lawson asked as we arrived in their living room.
"We are going over to my house to play." Michelle said.
"..' after we paint their fingernails." Charlene added.
I looked at Jimmy and Derek. We were going to be walking pretty much to the center of our neighborhood; and I imagined we would be playing outside, as well as inside, for everyone to see us. I groaned inside.
"What's that Kathy ?" Michelle asked.
I looked at her. Was that audible ? I didn't think I did it aloud.
"Mom", I pleaded, "we can't go outside like this ! Everyone is going to laugh."
" ' not if you behave like proper little girls, and even if they do, it serves you right for bullying these nice girls." She replied.
"Ok 'girls', you need to freshen your lipstick before you leave." Mrs. Lawson directed.
We looked at each other. We just had the lipstick put on us ! Jimmy and I reluctantly opened out purses.
"Darlene that means you unless you are anxious to stay in dresses !" She scolded the reluctant Derek.
The girls giggled as we dug in our purses to retrieve our lipsticks, and giggled louder as we smoothed the girlish tubes over our lips.
"Make sure you apply generously, and then press your lips together to even it. Use your compact mirrors, girls, to make sure you do it right." Mrs. Lawson directed.
My face burned as I looked at the bright pink set of lips in the small round mirror, and looked over at the very prissy looking Jimmy/Jeannie smoothing lipstick on while holding a compact, with a purse dangling from his arm. I squirmed as I knew I looked just as sissy-girlish; while I heard Lindsey, Charlene, and Michelle tittering with glee.
"Let's see", she said, checking our finished lips.
"I'm sure the girls will see to it you young ladies keep yourselves looking pretty today, won't you girls ?" She questioned.
The girls giggled and nodded with bright smiles.
"And you young ladies will be very careful of your dresses. Don't get them dirty or muss them, or you'll be the one paying to have them cleaned; and you'll be dropping them off and picking them up at the cleaners as girls in dresses. Likewise should you do the unthinkable and ruin your dress. You'll be going to the store in a dress, as a girl, to purchase a new dress with your own money. Now I'm sure you little ladies will take extra care with your pretty dresses won't you ?"
We all looked at Mrs. Dawson and nodded numbly. They had thought of everything.
"Ok, well you girls have a nice time playing together." Mrs. Lawson said, escorting Derek toward the door.
We heard a snap.
"Is this how you snap a bra ?" Mrs. Lawson questioned, looking at her son.
Derek .. er Darlene looked sheepish as he nodded.
"Charlene is that how the boys pulled your bra strap, honey ?" Mrs. Lawson questioned.
Charlene blushed, and nodded.
"Show me", Mrs. Lawson prodded.
Charlene smiled as she pulled the back of "Darlene's" dress, and let it go with snap.
The women and girls giggled.
"Oh and Kyle ", Mrs. Lawson began.
She looked at Michelle and my Mom.
"Kathy", Mom corrected.
"Kathy dear, what a pretty dress. Your bra and slip straps are so visible. Your bra will be quite tempting for those awful boys." Mrs. Lawson said.
She grabbed the band and let it snap.
"Oh yes, .. so tempting for unruly boys." She sneered
The girls giggled.
"And ." Mrs. Lawson began, looking at Jimmy.
"Jeannie", Lindsey interjected.
"Jeannie ! MY ! .. Aren't you the pretty blonde ? Oh Dixie, you should have had a girl ! He's so pretty !" Mrs. Lawson exclaimed.
Jimmy was bright red as Mrs. Janes beamed.
"It does look so doesn't it ? Well, if he doesn't straighten up and behave he could find himself in dresses a lot more. I was so surprised to hear what a bully he was to these nice girls." She remarked. "It would be kind of nice having such a pretty daughter to help me around the house." She mused, fussing with Jimmy's ponytail and large shiny hair ribbon.
"Oh yes ! He makes such a lovely, pretty girl. He looks so very darling ! Oh Lindsey dear, you've dressed her so sweetly !" Mrs. Lawson gushed, fingering the large yellow ribbon bow perched atop his ponytail, and laughed. " 'such a darling dress and pretty hair ribbon."
The girls giggled.
Mrs. Lawson saw us off at the door. She sure seemed to enjoy seeing the girls do this to us; and I didn't even want to think of what Derek's life was going to be like at home now.
* * *
With the girls and their mothers behind us, we flowed out the front door of Derek's house out onto the porch; and down the steps onto the sidewalk. I was completely ashamed to find myself outside in such sissy frills; and my knees went weak at the sight of the ribbon bows of my slip, and the bra and slip straps through the thin, sissy, pink dress in the bright sunlight. I looked over at Derek and Jimmy who were looking as timid, scared, and totally mortified as I was at being outside in such girlie dresses and ribbons. The girls giggled, and the mothers smiled, as Derek, Jimmy, and I were swept reluctantly along, walking haltingly in the unfamiliar and embarrassingly frilly dresses, carrying purses. I felt completely cowed as I nervously kept pace with the group, looking down past the floating pink hem of my dress at my lace encircled ankles, and winced at every person I saw even half a block away, and at people in their cars looking at us as they drove past.
The breezes across my legs and under the dress made me feel quite apprehensive and fearful of the light dress floating up, revealing the girlie underwear frilly slip and panties I was wearing. The girls, in their slacks, danced around and behind us, giggling and teasingly pulling at our dresses, adding to my anxiety, and reminding me of how we boys had danced around them the other day, flipping THEIR dresses up.
We stopped at the foot of the lawn and walkway to Michelle's house, where my Mother and Mrs. Janes fussed over us and our frilly clothes before leaving us in the hands of the girls and Mrs. Martin. It was embarrassing as Mom primped my dress and curls like I was her sissy daughter.
"You be on your best behavior and do whatever the girls tell you or else !" My Mother warned.
Michelle, Charlene and Lindsey giggled.
"Looks like you are going to have a houseful of pretty, giggling girls today, June." Dixie teasingly commented.
"Yes, it certainly does." Mrs. Martin laughed as she waved to our mothers.
In front of Michelle's house were her 6-year-old sister Sally Jane, her little friend Debbie, and Todd, a 7year old neighborhood boy. Bobbi Jo was waiting on the porch, and smiled as she studied us closely as we approached. Sally Jane came running over to her sister and Mother, and looked us over carefully.
"Pretty dress", Sally Jane commented, pointing and looking at Jimmy.
Jimmy blushed.
"You're pretty", Sally Jane added.
Everyone laughed except Jimmy.
"Do you know who that is ?" Michelle asked her little sister.
Sally Jane shook her head.
"That's Jimmy", she said.
"Jimmy ?" Sally Jane questioned.
"Yes", Michelle giggled.
"She's pretty", Sally Jane said again.
We laughed. Sally Jane didn't understand. As far as she was concerned "Jimmy" was a pretty girl, and she couldn't make the connection to the neighborhood boy. But then Jimmy did make a rather pretty looking girl, and looked very girlish and sweet in his frilly yellow dress with the large, pretty yellow ribbon bow perched atop his ponytail.
Bobbi Jo approached us giggling and pointing at us.
"Oh My God ! You did it ! You got them dressed as GIRLS !" She squealed. "Oh, they look so s..w..e..e..e..t ! Jimmy ? Oh you look so pretty ! I .. I can't believe it."
Michelle, Lindsey, and Charlene laughed and squealed girlishly along with Bobbi Jo. Jimmy, Derek, and I cast our eyes downward, our faces burning brightly.
"Let me introduce you." Charlene said to Bobbi Jo. "This is Jeannie this is Kathy and this is Darlene."
"Oh, not so fast." Michelle called. "We need formal introductions. Our 'girls' need to practice their curtsies."
The girls squealed and giggled.
"Kathy, this is Bobbi Jo. Bobbi Jo, this is Kathy."
It was humiliating as the girls watched with glee as I was instructed to hold my skirt as I curtsied to Bobbi Jo.
"Hello", I forced out softly.
Bobbi Jo and the other girls laughed and squealed jubilantly.
Jeannie, and then Darlene were "introduced" to Bobbi Jo. Jeannie curtsied very prettily to their delight. Derek resisted everything, and it took nearly ten minutes of coaxing and threats for them to get Darlene to do a half-hearted curtsy. The girls all laughed as Bobbi Jo looked us over, primping our dresses, and lifting our hems to inspect our slips, and checking out our lacy anklets and shiny, girlie shoes.
"Jeannie is so pretty and so is K..a..a..t.h.y here. I l..o..o..v..v.e her delicate pink dress." She drawled. "Oh, and I love your slip ! 'such cute, girlie bows. Hey ! She's wearing a bra !" Bobbi Jo shrieked.
Bobbi Jo's squeal was so loud and high-pitched it hurt my ears; and then she broke into laughter that brought tears to her eyes.
"They all are", Charlene replied, snapping Darlene's bra.
It was all so embarrassing as the girls laughed, giggled, and carried on over their revenge on us boys.
Bobbi Jo had to inspect us all closely, and commented on Darlene with her two large sissy hair ribbons.
They all cooed and fussed over Jimmy/Jeannie though, and remarked how pretty he was, and how pretty Lindsey had dressed him.
We boys got some insight as we heard how the girls had gotten together to talk about what to do with us once they learned our punishment was going to be left to them. How they quickly decided on making us wear dresses frilly dresses and hair ribbons, and then spending hours gleefully choosing some of their frillier dresses, giggling and squealing in anticipation over how we were going to look in them.
Bobbi Jo's Mom didn't want Bobbi Jo having anything to do with us, so she couldn't participate in our debasement. It didn't prevent her from plotting with the other girls, or coming over to play with her girlfriends though. Except now she had three extra ones
Todd walked up to Derek.
"Are you a boy ?" He asked.
Derek nodded, obviously embarrassed.
"What are you doing in a sissy dress ? . Hey, look at the boy in the sissy dress and hair ribbons !"
Todd pointed and laughed loudly, to Derek's distress.
"Todd behave or we'll just have to put you in a dress and lipstick too." Charlene said, grabbing the 7 year-old by the shoulder.
Todd got this frightened look, broke away, and ran a short distance away.
"Not me ! No way ! I'm not wearing no sissy dress ! I'm no SISSY !" He shouted before scampering away. I watched him run wishing I could run away from this humiliating predicament with him.
The girls laughed.
"Wow we know how to get rid of him now." Michelle giggled.
It seemed like hours while the girls giggled and primped over our dresses and hair out on the lawn, and had us parade for them on the front lawn for everyone who passed bye to see; before they finally led us up on Michelle's porch.
The girls had bottles of fingernail polish waiting for us There was a card table set up, and Jeannie, Darlene, and I were told to sit down. Derek and I just sat down; and it felt so awkward as my skirt bunched up, and I felt the cold seat cushion high on my thighs. Jimmy sat his purse down, and scooped his dress under him just like a girl !
"Girls smooth your dresses under you as you sit. Like Jim er Jeannie ! Very nice Jeannie !" Charlene exclaimed.
Jimmy blushed as Derek and I struggled to straighten our dresses under us. I was red-faced as I fussed with the light, filmy skirt. I had yards of material and it was so thin delicate and pink. I felt squeamish as I arranged the sissy material over my lap.
The girls giggled as they eagerly took seats next to us; and squabbled a little with each other over the different shades of nail polish. But they were soon turning our fingernails various shades of pink, giggling with girlish delight. We boys sat around the card-table red-faced, our hands spread out while the girls brushed the girlish color on our fingernails. The gentle breezes played with our light dresses, and with Jimmy's and Derek's hair ribbons too, flicking the ribbon ends playfully. The girls giggled as it looked so girlish. My hair ribbon was smaller and nestled into my hair more, so it wasn't affected; but then my dress was lighter than theirs, and even the light breezes lifted the hem, causing me to squirm, unable to use my hands to hold it or push it down.
Sally Jane snuggled up close to Jeannie. She was really taken with Jimmy/Jeannie, to the amusement of Michelle, her older sister.
Sally Jane, why don't you go get some of your dollies ? I'm sure Jeannie and her girlfriends will be happy to play dolls with you and little Debbie when their pretty nails are dry." Michelle suggested impishly.
There was a silent, collective groan among us frilled boys as Sally Jane ran off to get her dolls. The girls looked at our agonized faces, and giggled devilishly. They commented about our pretty, pink fingernails while we waited for Sally Jane, and we had to display them, while they dried, for the other girls to see and compare. Mine seemed to be the brightest pink, while the girls cooed over Jeannie's light pearl pink nails. Debbie stood hugging her own doll, a wide grin on her face in anticipation of playing dolls with a whole group of older "girls".
Sally Jane came back with her arms full. She carried four dolls, and handed her favorite, Mary Beth, to Jeannie, and proceeded to tell her all about her doll. Michelle handed me a baby doll dressed in a bright yellow dress with white lace and a bow in back, with baby bonnet and all. We were pronounced their new "mommies"; and we were each shown how to cradle the dolls, and instructed to talk to them how embarrassing. We struggled with degrading ourselves this way, and reluctant to talk and play with the dolls, and fuss with their dresses and such. Jimmy was less inhibited as he played with Sally Jane and Debbie, who were thrilled to have an older "girl" play with them. We were forced to embarrass ourselves for what seemed like a long time before we were at last interrupted by Michelle's Mom; as she called for some help fixing lunch and setting the table.
Michelle made us show her Mom our pretty nail polish; and her Mom gushed how pretty our nails looked, just like we were really girls.
"Oh what pretty fingernails you girls have."
"You did a very neat job polishing their nails, girls. They look so pretty with their dresses."
"You make such sweet looking girls especially you Jeannie. Now we'll have to find some pretty aprons for you so you'll keep your pretty dresses clean. I'm sure you don't want to chance soiling your lovely dresses now do you, girls ?"
We shook our heads, remembering what repercussions that would have.
Mrs. Martin dug deep into her supply of aprons to find three frilly aprons for us "girls", and Charlene, Michelle, Lindsey, and Bobbi Jo were eager to help tie them in back for us. Jeannie's was a full apron with yellow daisies and trimmed in white ruffles. It seemed to be a close match for her dress. Darlene's was another full apron with ruffles and a ribbon bow on the pocket. Mine was a half-apron, a frilly, sheer hostess apron with ruffled lace. The girls giggled as they fussed over our aprons, primping the frills, and bows in back. We set the table, and fetched condiments and things for Mrs. Martin as she explained how to prepare a salad and make sandwiches.
"I think boys should have to take home economics in school just like girls. It wouldn't hurt you to learn how to cook and sew and do housework." Mrs. Martin preached.
We were told to leave our aprons on to protect our dresses as we ate. Mrs. Martin tied a second half-apron around my neck to protect the upper half of my dress, to giggles and taunts of wearing a frilly bib. We were instructed to sit up straight and eat carefully, like little ladies. We had little choice. You didn't want to draw more attention to yourself by having Michelle's Mom or one of the girls mention your frills, or rush you over to the sink to wash out a food stain, gushing over your dress as they did so, nor did we want to be sent to the cleaners in a dress to have it cleaned.
It was hard to miss as we sat around the crowded table, that Darlene, Jeannie, and I were the only ones with lipstick stained milk glasses. We were now the sissy girls in sissy dresses, while the real girls were in slacks with plain, comfortable cotton tops.
Mrs. Martin commented how sweet we "girls" looked and acted as we ate. It was true as we ate slowly and daintily with the lacy ruffles of our aprons and dresses in constant view, tauntingly reminding us of our frilly condition. It was embarrassing when we reached forward, pushing the dainty lace of our dresses and aprons further into view, sometimes prompting giggles from the girls.
When we were through eating the girls mirthfully told us to freshen our lipstick. Michelle and Charlene quickly retrieved our purses from the kitchen counter, and handed them to us. They all smiled and giggled while they watched, and directed us as to how to replenish our lipstick.
"Mom, can we use some of your old makeup to make them pretty ?" Michelle asked.
There was a pause, and you could almost hear a gulp from us boys as Mrs. Martin thought as she looked at Michelle, and then us boys.
"I'll pick some things out that you can use. But I don't want a mess; and don't go overboard. Be careful and don't get it on their dresses. Just see how pretty you can make them look."
"Yes Mom", Michelle responded, smiling gleefully at us.
We had to clear the table and wash the dishes first. The delighted girls sat at the table and watched, making comments and giving us orders. They were thrilled sitting there in their slacks and jersey tops watching us boys in frilly dresses and aprons doing girl's work.
The girls were so pleased as they anxiously helped us out of our aprons, folding them neatly. They then had us carry our dolls with us as they took us upstairs. Mrs. Martin had some makeup laid out in Michelle's room, and the girls swarmed over them.
The girls had us sit in chairs holding our purses and dolls in our laps while they eagerly experimented with the coveted but still unavailable makeup for them: eyeliner, mascara, blusher, eye shadow, liquid makeup and face powder, and also eagerly experimented with it on themselves and each other.
"I want to see their training bras." Bobbi Jo giggled as she set the lipstick she had just put on down.
The girls giggled as they looked at each other, and then us. Lindsey began unzipping Jeannie's dress, and I felt Michelle unbutton mine. Derek resisted.
"Their mothers bought them ! I wonder what they are going to do with them after today ?" Michelle commented.
"Wouldn't it be cool if they had to wear them under their clothes to school ?" Bobbi Jo laughed.
" . and PANTIES !" Lindsey squealed.
The girls laughed and giggled as our dresses were slipped off. I looked at Jimmy as I stepped out of my dress. His white slip was daintily pretty, covered in delicate lace at the top and hem with little embroidered flowers over the bust. Even in just his slip he still looked like such a delicate, pretty girl.
Bobbi Jo squealed, giggling at us in our girlishly lacy slips. They slipped the sissy, ribbon slip straps off our shoulders exposing our new, bright white training bras. I looked at Jimmy's bra. It had a ribbon bow in the middle. We blushed as Bobbi Jo and the other girls examined them and their feminine details up close, fingering and pulling on them.
"They are different. I thought their mothers bought them together." Michelle giggled. "I want one like Kathy's. It's just like Charlene's."
Bobbi Jo got a impish smile, and stuffed a tissue in each cup of Derek's bra. Derek's face turned purple and Darlene, and Lindsey followed by stuffing a single tissue in each cup of Jimmy's and then my bra. The girls giggled hysterically. Bobbi Jo then snapped the back of Jimmy's bra, which prompted all of our bra straps getting snapped more than once by the girls. The girls giggled, laughed, and carried on teasing us for a while before finally pulling our slip straps up, and helping Jimmy and I on again with our dresses. The girls took their time to make perfectly neat girlie bows at the small of our backs. The girls looked at us, and we looked at each other with the slightest girlish bumps now at our chests. The girls were giddy, and giggled with delight as they primped our dresses and ogled our girlish busts.
Michelle pulled out some scarves, and her box of jewelry. Michelle slipped an oblong pink chiffon scarf over my head, crossing the ends under my chin, and flipping the ends over my shoulders. The girls squealed and gushed how pretty and feminine it looked. A light yellow flower print scarf was found for Jeannie, and a pretty cream and pink silky nylon scarf was arranged around Darlene's neck. Bobbi Jo slipped a strand of pearls around my neck, and a bracelet to match around my left wrist. The girls fussed over Jimmy; and Lindsey found a yellow satin ribbon to match the one in his ponytail to tie around his neck as a choker. The girls all swooned at how sweet it looked, and how sweet he looked. Girls sure do giggle and squeal a lot !!! We were decked out with necklaces, bracelets and clip on earrings, to the giggling delight of the girls.
Michelle picked up a perfume atomizer from her dresser. I squirmed and flinched as the girls gleefully squirted our necks and wrists with a sweet, flowery perfume. We now smelled sissy sweet like girls.
Michelle brought out her camera, and began taking pictures of us all "dolled" up.
"No ! Stop ! Don't !" We protested futilely as it fell on the girls' deaf ears.
The three of us were horrified the girls now had pictures of us dressed this way; but there wasn't anything we could do about it.
After some experimenting with makeup, having it put on, taken off, and reapplied again, and giggling and squealing at their efforts, the girls were at last satisfied; and we were taken downstairs to show Michelle's Mom, still carrying our dolls and purses, and wearing our added scarves and jewelry.
Mrs. Lauder laughed, and looked amused and pleasantly surprised, as she looked us over.
"Oh, you did very well girls. Jeannie I just can't believe you aren't a girl ! You're just so pretty !" She laughed.
The girls giggled and squealed their agreement. Jimmy was red-faced.
"You look very sweet too Kathy. You both make pretty girls. Hmmm, and you all look so different. You look so much older more mature." She mused. "' the makeup I suppose."
Charlene, Michelle, Lindsey, and Bobbi Jo giggled and sniggered as they looked at us boys and at Michelle's Mom.
"What are you girls being silly about ? Is there something I'm missing ?" She asked.
The girls cackled all the more.
"Oh, I see." Mrs. Martin tittered after looking at us closely, and blushing slightly herself. "Our girls have developed a bit."
"I see you girls have gotten into the makeup too." Mrs. Martin quipped as she looked Michelle and her girlfriends over closely.
"Don't think you're going to start wearing makeup ! This is a special situation." Michelle's Mom chastised.
Michelle looked a little sheepish as she nodded her understanding.
The girl's were giddy as they led us outside on the porch again.
"You girls are sooo pretty and look sooo mature." Charlene guffawed.
The other girls giggled, and teased us about our small girlie figures, parading us around the front porch. They then had us play with our dolls again. Sally Jane and little Debbie were thrilled to have Jeannie play with them. We had to change our doll's clothes, and use a doll's comb and brush to comb their hair and put ribboned barrettes and tie ribbon bows in their hair.
"Make your dollies look pretty, girls. You're going to take your dollies out for a walk." Charlene announced.
I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as Michelle smoothed my dress, and fussed over my scarf and necklace, while the other girls fussed over Jimmy and Darlene, primping before our walk.
"No", Derek muttered, looking wide-eyed with fear.
"Come on Darlene", Charlene called as Darlene was pulled from the porch.
Darlene straggled behind, dragging his feet.
"Darlene !" Bobbi Jo called, as Derek stood, unmoving.
"You better start doing what we tell you Darlene !" Lindsey reprimanded.
"Come on Darlene", I called, irritably.
Derek had already been less than cooperative; and we were all at risk of being kept in dresses.
It was so embarrassing to be outside in our neighborhood for everyone to see us carrying dolls, dressed as frilly girls. I looked down at my very noticeable girlish straps to my bra and slip with the sissy ribbon bows. We made such an odd-looking troupe, what with us boys in frilly party dresses, makeup, and accessories, carrying dolls, while the four girls wore typical Saturday slacks and tops. I was extremely fearful of us being recognized as boys, especially by other boys or even girls from our school.
Jeannie's hair ribbon fluttered in the breezes as we slowly strolled with the girls down the sidewalk with our dolls and purses. I now had a filmy scarf I had to adjust against the wind with my new girlish pink tipped fingers while juggling my purse and baby doll. It was so embarrassing as we passed people on the street, and on their porches who looked at us strangely. We made an odd looking group with three out of seven girls in fancy dresses all made up with mascara and lipstick, carrying dolls.
"Hello girls", Mrs. Shapiro called, smiling as we approached.
"Hi Mrs. Shapiro", the girls called back.
"You look so pretty in your lovely dresses girls", she commented, grinning brightly.
"Thank you", Jeannie replied, curtsying.
Michelle's jaw dropped, and the other girls giggled at Jimmy's girlie response. They turned to look at me.
"Thank you Mrs. Shapiro", I said softly, curtsying.
I felt forced to copy Jeannie.
The girls laughed.
We came to the end of the street; and I was anxious as we waited at the corner for the light. Crossing the street meant leaving the neighborhood in the direction of downtown, just two blocks away.
I was embarrassed as the cars passed, and the drivers and passengers looked at us.
"Time to freshen your lipstick girls." Charlene said.
The girls giggled as we juggled our purses and dolls to apply fresh lipstick. Jimmy seemed to handle it all pretty well. In fact, he had adapted too well. His mannerisms had become quite girlish, and he smiled when the girls fussed over him, telling him how pretty he looked. He was accepting his punishment, and was appeasing the girls much better than Derek or I. If I didn't know better I'd think Jimmy was halfway enjoying this not that I minded at the moment. I knew no one would suspect Jimmy of being a boy, and calling attention to us.
Derek was reluctant, and dragged his feet again as we crossed the street with Charlene and Bobbi Jo nudging him along, one on each side. I was scared too about leaving familiar territory, and getting too far from home dressed like this carrying a baby doll. We could pass casual observation as just a group of girls (as long as they didn't look too closely at Derek) but although 11-12 year old girls may play with dolls, they didn't walk the streets in their Sunday dresses carrying baby dolls ! We were bound to attract attention which is probably just what the girls wanted. I felt compelled to try to follow Jimmy's lead, and act as much like a sissy girl as possible. The best we could hope for was to pass as silly, prissy girls.
The girls made no attempt to slow down or change direction, and we were headed straight for downtown. Downtown consisted of twenty or thirty small stores, as the larger department stores had long since left for the mall and shopping centers outside of town. Still, on a Saturday afternoon, there were enough people, and plenty of danger and embarrassment as we walked into town. We got some looks from people we passed on the street, and some smiles from three women who took notice of our dolls.
Charlene and Michelle led us straight to "The Charming Shoppe", a women and girl's boutique, the one lone large clothing store left downtown. I cringed at the dresses and lacy lingerie in the display window as Charlene opened the door to lead us inside. The women clerks smiled as we entered, but then they looked at us with curious amusement. We went over to look at dresses. Jimmy was right in front with Charlene and Michelle, and began browsing through the racks of dresses along with them. Derek and I were pushed up to join them by Bobbi Jo and Lindsey.
"Good afternoon girls. Can I help you look for something ?" The lady clerk asked.
She was thirtyish, dressed smartly in a crisply creased thin cream blouse, and a straight dark skirt with heels, and was somewhat attractive.
"Is this some sort of initiation ?" She giggled, looking us over.
"Something like that." Charlene giggled.
"Oh . what's this ?" She laughed, as her gaze fell on Derek.
"This is a boy !" She laughed.
The girls all giggled.
"What's going on girls ?" She inquired inquisitively.
We boys were burning with embarrassment.
The girls blurted it all out how we had harassed them, and how our mothers had decided to let the girls do this to us.
"Oh that is precious ! But you mean that all three are boys ? NO ! She can't be a boy !" She said, looking Jeannie up and down.
She looked at Jimmy closely, running her hands over his frilly dress, and beribboned ponytail, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I remember how boys were when I was your age. I think it's deliciously fitting ! I'd have loved to do it to a boy or two who used to pull at my dresses and pigtails, and tease me when I was your age ! Oh and you've dressed them so frilly and soooo sweetly !"
Two other women clerks came over to see what the fuss was about and we were lined up for their inspection as the girls once again explained how we came to be in frilly dresses.
"Aren't they the cutest girls with their dollies." One lady teased.
"You've certainly got them in the girliest dresses !" Another lady laughed.
"I see this one's wearing such a pretty slip with the cutest little ribbon bows." The lady tittered.
"Are they all wearing appropriate underwear with panties ?" Another whispered.
We blushed as the girls giggled and nodded.
"Oh yes !" Lindsey answered, and proceeded to describe the panties and lingerie we were wearing.
"Oh how precious !" One of the women commented.
"Are you looking for them to try on some other dresses ?" They asked.
The girls looked at each other and giggled and nodded, happy to have the women accomplices in our humiliation.
A dress was selected for each of us, and we were ushered back to the changing rooms. I was mortified I watched Jimmy, who blushed, but then smiled as the girls squealed and made a fuss over the fussy, pink party dress they picked out for him to try on. Despite my anxiety and fear as we were led into the changing room I found it kind of fun and exciting with four girls and the women fussing over us. We put on a fashion show just outside the changing area for the girls, and the clerks, plus the two women and one girl customers. Jeannie got the most praise and attention, and Derek/Darlene received the most teasing at his boyish reluctance and appearance as a boy in a frilly dress.
The girls wanted to look at training bras. The women had noticed, and commented on us boys all wearing one when we changed. The girls made comments about our training bras as they compared ours to the ones available at the store. I was crimson as I spotted the same bra I was wearing on display.
The girls then had us look at panties and slips too, and made us pick out which ones we thought were prettiest for ourselves. Jimmy was quick to pick out some pretty, frilly slips and panties; and the girls all rushed to giggle, and admire his choices, taking the heat off Derek and me.
Just then a woman and her teenage daughter came into the store. Derek and I froze as they looked over at our large group with curiosity. They came over to see what the giggling and commotion was about, and looked us "girls" in our frilly dresses over carefully. The girls and the salesladies had a difficult time keeping a straight face, and stifling their giggles.
"What's going on ?" The woman asked, as their eyes trained on Derek.
"We are just helping our girlfriends here with some shopping." Charlene chuckled.
The girls and saleslady broke out in giggles before Lindsey explained. We boys were very red-faced again as the girl and her mother laughed, squealed, and blushed a bit themselves at Jeannie standing there holding a pair of lacy panties.
The girls decided then we should leave so the woman and her daughter could shop. Before saying goodbye to their new women friends, however, the girls had us put on fresh lipstick and smile and curtsy to the ladies, and thank them for their help. The women smiled and said the girls had made their day. They laughed and waved as we left them.
The girls giggled gleefully as they led us out of the store and up the street, chattering excitedly over our experience in the boutique.
We passed three boys about our age, and I blushed as I looked down, avoiding looking at them.
"Sissy girls", I heard one comment as they walked bye.
"Their carrying their baby dolls." One laughed and pointed, joined quickly by the others.
The boys jeered, laughed, and called out. I couldn't make out most of what they said, as they were laughing so hard.
"Dumb boys", Lindsey huffed. "I wonder how they'd like wearing a dress."
Michelle and Charlene laughed.
Michelle whispered something to Charlene, and then turned to look at us and the boys, and giggled.
We passed a few more people on our way back, but without incident other than two boys about seven or eight who pointed and laughed at us "dumb, sissy girls".
I was relieved to make it back to our own neighborhood without being stopped on the street and unveiled as boys in dresses.
We stopped at Charlene's house on the way, where Charlene showed us with our dolls to her Mom and her Dad too. He shook his head and laughed.
"I guess you boys won't be teasing the girls for some time. ... When I heard how you'd harassed Charlene and her friends I said I'd tan your bottoms good if I was your father; but now that I've seen you, I think maybe the women and the girls are on to something. I'd rather not be able to sit for a week than have to be dressed like that." He bellowed. "No they'd never make me wear a dress ! Jimmy is that you ? God, you look so much like a girl."
"Yes, isn't she a pretty girl ?" Mrs. Locke gushed.
"Conrad, this is Jeannie." Mrs. Locke said, then whispering into Jeannie's ear.
Jeannie curtsied girlishly with her skirt held out. Mr. Locke's jaw dropped.
"..'this is Kathy."
I followed Jeannie's lead, and nervously curtsied with a very red face, completely humiliated. The girls all giggled.
" and this is Darlene." She announced.
Charlene's Mom whispered to Darlene as she just stood there. Derek was crimson, and shook his head.
"Come on Darlene, let's see a nice curtsy for Mr. Locke." Mrs. Locke directed.
"He's been giving us trouble all day." Charlene remarked.
"Yes", the other girls chimed in unison.
"Is that so ? Well, it looks like he wants to wear a dress again tomorrow. I'll have a talk with Mrs. Lawson. I'm sure it can be arranged."
"Der I mean Darlene !" I howled.
The girls tried to get him to curtsy for Mr. Locke, to no avail.
"It looks like you're going to have your new girlfriends to play with tomorrow too." Mrs. Locke remarked as we got set to leave for Michelle's. "I'll call their mother's and let them know to expect daughters instead of sons tomorrow."
I could have killed Derek right then. Jimmy was expressionless; like he didn't care we were going to be wearing dresses again tomorrow.
It was 4:25 when we arrived back at Michelle's house. Sally Jane rushed up to hug Jeannie as we came up the walk. Jimmy/Jeannie picked her up and carried her into the house in one arm, her purse and doll in the other.
"It's nearly dinner time Michelle. Why don't you send your girlfriends home for supper, and go get washed up to eat ? They can come back in an hour or so after they've had dinner." Mrs. Martin said.
"And don't think of not coming back ! We WILL come after you, and you won't like it !" The girls threatened.
The girls had us set our dolls down, and told us to be back at Michelle's house before 6 PM. Sally Jane was almost crying as she pleaded for Jeannie to stay, and begged her Mom. They were still talking when Charlene, Darlene, Lindsey, Bobbi Jo, and I went out the front walkway.
I was none to happy with Derek as I started to walk home alone.
I suddenly felt much more vulnerable by myself dressed as a frilly, sissy girl. If I were to run into another boy or boys I could be in trouble whether or not they could tell I was a boy ! I tried not to think what I'd do to a boy I came upon dressed like I was. Even a girl dressed like this walking alone was not much better off. I warily walked toward home. I couldn't even run. Girls didn't run when they were dressed like this; and it was sure to draw attention. Neither did I want to take long strides like a boy so I was stuck taking quick short strides, pretending to be a girl, my Mary Janes clicking against the pavement.
Nearing my house I saw four boys coming up the street. My pulse shot up, and I quickened my pace a little, and cut into my yard just as they came close enough to see my face. They started to whistle.
"Look at the pretty sissy girl. Hey sweetie."
I heard them laugh as I got to my door.
Mom's face brightened as I entered.
"Well hi Kathy, how is your day going dear ?" She laughed.
My eyes rolled in embarrassment and disgust.
"Aw Mom, can't you get me out of this ? I can't do this anymore." I whined.
"No, I'm afraid not sweetie. You have to learn to accept your punishment." She replied sympathetically, but sternly.
"You're just in time to help me fix dinner and set the table. Let me find a nice apron for you." Mom giggled.
Mom pulled a white pinafore apron from a drawer. It had wide ruffles all the way around the edge and over the shoulders. She helped me slip it on, and was tying a bow in back when Kayla, my 15-year-old sister, came in. Kayla's jubilant high-pitched squeal rattled the dishes before it turned into fitful giggles.
"Oh Kyle ! Don't you look so sweeeeeeeet ! (giggles) Michelle has dressed you so (giggles) girlie and so (giggles) pr e e e t t y."
I felt my whole body flush a deep crimson red.
"Oh, look at you ! Such a dainty, girlie dress and so o o o sweet ! Your slip is darling with such cute girlie bows ! OH MY GOD ! Oh, you're even wearing a little training bra ! Oh, this is rich !" Kayla laughed gleefully.
I could do nothing but stand there in the girlie pink dress and fussy apron, and take it.
"Oh, and you smell so girlie sweet too." She giggled.
" and MAKEUP ! They really had a time with you 'g.i.r.r.rls', didn't they ?" She trilled.
"Let's see." Mom said, turning me toward her. "Yes, oh the girls made you up so pretty didn't they ?"
"Oh Mom ! You got me a little sister !" Kayla laughed.
"I love your pretty, pink hair ribbon; although you could use some curls." Kayla teased, twisting my hair in her fingers.
"I said the same thing. It's long enough to put it up in curlers." Mom giggled. "I've told him before his hair is long enough for a girl."
"It serves you right for teasing those girls. How does it feel in such a sweet, girlie dress with lipstick and makeup ? How do you like being a girl ?" Kayla questioned.
I just hung my head in complete embarrassment.
"What's with the prissy apron ? Aren't you going to change back for dinner ? Or do you like wearing your pretty dress and things ?" Kayla teased.
"I can't. I have to go back to Michelle's after dinner." I choked out, fluffing the lacy apron.
Oh, that's so cool ! The girls aren't through with you yet. Hey, I have some dresses I don't wear anymore. You can wear my hand-me-downs if the girls decide to keep you dressed as a girl." Kayla laughed.
"Hey Mom, just think of the money you could save ! Kyle could wear my old clothes."
"Her name is Kathy." Mom chuckled.
"Kathy ?" Kayla giggled. "Oh Kathy, let me help you set the table."
Kayla smiled as we set the plates and silverware on the dinner table.
"Oh, I love your pretty, pink nails Kathy." She giggled. "They match your lipstick and hair ribbon. Michelle sure did a job of dressing you up sweet and girlie didn't she ?"
My sister Kayla was thrilled over my humiliating condition, and giggled and cooed over my appearance as we fixed dinner.
"Aren't you going to take off your apron ?" Kayla questioned as I went to sit down at the table.
"No she needs to keep it on to keep her dress clean." Mom replied.
"Oh ' right. I forgot we're dealing with a boy under that dress." Kayla smirked.
"Oh, you handle your dress very well 'just like a girl." Kayla laughed as I scooped my dress to sit.
"They taught us." I squeaked, blushing profusely.
"So what did you and the girls do today ?" Mom asked.
I almost choked.
"Come on what did you do all day ? What did you have for lunch ?" Mom quizzed.
I looked over at my sister, who was eagerly waiting to hear what girlie things we were subjected to.
"We had to play with Sally Jane's dolls " I began.
Each detail they extracted from me was met with Kayla's squeals and giggles.
"Wow ' all the way into town into 'The Charming Shoppe' ? " Kayla laughed.
I felt quite humiliated as I got up to help clear the table.
Kayla and then Mom smiled and giggled a little as I straightened my apron and dress.
"You need to put on fresh lipstick." Kayla giggled.
I didn't argue, or even hesitate. I went over to my purse, retrieved the tube of lipstick, and ran it over my lips.
"They even gave you a purse to carry how thorough the girls are and you are so obedient !" Kayla quipped.
Kayla took the lipstick and expertly applied another coat of pink to my lips, and then had me press my lips together and then blot.
"Good", she commented, smiling.
"I just love your nail polish." Kayla remarked as we began washing the dishes.
I blushed.
"I can't believe how sweet you look and act in a pretty dress. Wouldn't it be neat if you got stuck in this mode ? We could be sisters." She giggled.
I just looked at her smiling face. She was going to love it when she finds out I was probably going to have to wear a dress again tomorrow.
"I've got to get back." I said.
I untied the apron, and Kayla helped me slip it off. She folded it, and then primped my dress, and straightened the bow of my dress in back.
"Your dress is sweet Kathy." She giggled.
It was 5:45 so I grabbed my purse, and said goodbye to Mom and my gleeful sister.
I was suddenly apprehensive again being out on the street in a dress alone once more. I was fearful and skittish as I heard kids playing in the distance while I made my way back to Michelle's house.
"Hi Kathy ' pretty dress." Bobbi Jo called as I approached Michelle's house.
"Hi Bobbi Jo", I replied, blushing.
We walked up the porch steps together, and knocked.
"Hi Kathy Hi Bobbi Jo", Michelle sang when she opened the door.
Jimmy/Jeannie had stayed for dinner, and now appeared to be happily playing with Sally Jane on the couch with her dolls. I had to remind myself it was Jimmy. He looked and acted so natural as a girl.
There was another knock at the door, and Derek/Darlene curtsied to Michelle when she opened it.
"Hi Michelle", she said sweetly.
"Darlene ! How cute ! That's much better. Come in Darlene." Michelle squealed.
"Darlene" looked different. She looked softer more girl-like. I looked closer. Evidently her mother had redone her makeup. She was wearing full makeup now including blue eye shadow and pink blush at her cheeks. Her eyes looked like she had been crying.
Charlene and Lindsey arrived together, and Michelle brought out a girlie board game to play. With seven of us, eight if you count Sally Jane who was almost on Jeannie's lap, we had to sit on the floor. Sitting on the floor in a dress was difficult ! It seemed I had to constantly rearrange my skirt whenever I moved; and the girls loved watching us squirm in our frilly dresses as we played, while they could sprawl about in slacks. Derek/Darlene was more cooperative now, and was more responsive to the girls' directions. It was a little late. If he'd just been cooperative sooner we might not have to dress as girls tomorrow.
Mrs. Martin sent us home about 8:30, and confirmed that we would indeed have to wear dresses and return tomorrow at 1 o'clock, after church.
Darlene curtsied to all the girls and Mrs. Martin as we got ready to leave. I was surprised to find myself curtsying as I said goodnight to everyone.
It was dark as my heels clicked on the pavement on the way home, and despite being clothed in semi-darkness I felt vulnerable again in the dress. I was glad when I reached home but then so was Kayla.
To be continued .
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