Girl Friends
by: Faye Beattie

 

I had grown up on this estate and all the kids that lived here were my friends. We told each other everything. Well, nearly everything. My best friend was Zoë. She was always there for me when I needed her. We were inseparable. We shared secrets we just couldn't tell anyone else. It was one day when I was 11 that I let one of my darkest secrets out of the bag. I never meant to but when we have long conversations we always end up telling each other our secrets.

 

We were sitting in her room on her bed talking about school and stuff when we started talking about dreams. I told her about a dream I had where I was dressed in girl’s clothes and had to do everything a girl does.

"I don't know what it meant but ever since that night I have always thought about what it would be like, you know, to be a girl."

"John," Zoë said sympathetically, "Would you like me to show you?" I had never thought she would ask me THAT! I thought I would just tell her how I was feeling and leave it at that. I didn't know what to say. My head was saying no but my heart was saying yes and then it just blurted out.

"Oh, yes please, Zoë. I would do anything!" I didn't mean to say that but I couldn't get the words out to correct myself.

"OK," she said, " Just give me a minute to prepare. Now what type of clothes were you wearing in the dream?"

"Well. They weren't normal girls clothes. They were all frilly with lots of petticoats. The stuff little girls wear."

"I've got just the thing." She said. "Go wait outside and I'll tell you when to come in."

 

I went outside but I didn't know whether to wait or run. My feet wouldn't move so I just stood there and thought about what was going to happen. It won't be that bad. I'll just wear what she puts out and I'll probably decide that I don't like it and take it off and that will be that!

 

"You can come in now."

I opened the door and waked into the room. On the bed there was a pair of panties, a pair of white knee-high socks, a petticoat, a beautiful pink dress with white trim and a pair of Mary Jane’s with a small heel.

"I don’t know about this, Zoë. After all it was just a dream."

"Don’t be silly. Who’s going to see you? No one’s home except me so you have nothing to worry about. If you don’t like it just say and you can take the clothes off."

She closed the door behind her and left me in the room with these beautiful clothes. I didn’t know where to start so I stripped off and just stood there completely naked. I decided to put the panties on first. They were cotton with a little rose on the front of them and lace trim. I thought they would just be like wearing boy’s underpants but the weren’t. They were softer and more comfortable against my skin.

The next thing I decided to put on was the petticoat. I was fine at first but I got in a tangle and shouted for Zoë.

"What’s wrong?"

She walked in before I could answer. "Well this is a first. I’ve never had a boy in my bedroom before half dressed. Let alone one in girl’s panties."

"Ha ha very funny. Can you help me out here please?"

"Yeah sure." She positioned the petticoat in place and then picked up the dress. I didn’t realise she was holding it because I was too surprised. The petticoat just felt fabulous swishing against my naked leg. Zoë had to poke me before I put the dress on. She placed the dressed over my head and did the zip up on my back. This was so comfortable I didn’t know why I hadn’t put it on before. After putting on the socks and the shoes I felt like a girl all over and Zoe and me just started to giggle hysterically. She wouldn’t let me see myself just yet though. She went into her wardrobe and picked out a blonde wig she used to use when she played dress up as a little girl. She placed it on my head and put pigtails in it.

 

We went into her mother’s room. It was the only room in the house with a full-length mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Instead of John Corner, the 11-year-old boy, I saw Faye Corner, the 6-year-old girl. It just felt so good. I never wanted it to end.

"Why don’t I dress up like that as well and we can have a girl’s day in?" Zoë said.

"That would be great." I couldn’t hide my excitement. After waiting for about half an hour, Zoë finally comes out of her room. She was wearing a blue-checkered dress with puffy sleeves and petticoat and little Mary Jane’s. She had also put her hair in pigtails. She looked the same age I did. I don’t know why but I felt overcome with emotion. Even though she looked six years old I had never seen her look so beautiful.

 

"Lets play." She said.

 

We played for hours with My Little Pony and Cabbage Patch Kids. I realized what had been missing from my childhood and now I could relive my childhood again as a girl. We didn’t realize the time and soon enough the front door opened and someone started climbing the stairs. Zoë’s mum opened the door to find the shock of her life.

"Oh I’m sorry. Erm…Zoë are you going to introduce your friend?"

"Mummy, this is Faye. You probably know her better as John from across the road." Zoë was scared. You could see it in her face.

"Why are you dressed that way?"

I explained to her about the dream and how I just wanted to see what it was like and I decided I liked it and so did Zoë.

"Well…" Zoë’s mum seemed to go silent for a very long time. "This is great. I’ve wanted to have a young daughter again….and now I have two! Don’t worry Faye this will be our little secret. Lets go shopping!"

 

I was dumbstruck. "What you mean like this?"

"Both of you look like little girls." Zoë’s mum said. "No one would know any different."

 

I wasn’t sure but after some coaxing I found myself in the car on our way to the local shopping centre. This was just the start of mine and Zoë’s adventures.

 

To be continued…..

 

 

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