The Grass is Greener                      by Paul G Jutras

 

PART 1

Tom and Tammy were ten years and not alike a all. But not in the way one might think. Tom was always helping his mother with dinner and cleaning the house. Tammy on the other hand preferred watching the sports channel with her father. This bothered their parents quite a bit and left them unsure how to correct the situation. That was until one weekend, their mother got an idea.

It was Friday night and Tom and Tammy had both fallen asleep on the couch. Dad picked Tom up and carried him into Tammy's room where he dressed him in nylon panties and a baby doll nightie. Mom took Tammy to Tom's room and put her in a pair of his pajamas. As the parents headed into their own bedroom, the husband turned to his wife.

"Are you sure this is best?" He asked.

"We want the perfect son and daughter, don't we?" She replied. "By doing this we will."

When Saturday morning came, Tom and Tammy rushed into the hall and ran into one another. Neither could believe what the other was wearing as they each let out a scream. Their parents stepped out into the hall and the mother looked at them with a big smile spread across her face.

"What gives mom?" Tammy asked as she looked at Tom. She never cared for nightgowns, but wore them because her mom had bought them for her. "Why is Tom in my night clothes and I'm in his? What's going on?"

"You're going to get a lesson to see if the grass is greener on the other side." Their mom replied. "Tom loves to help out in the kitchen and housework so much that he is now my daughter. Since you love rough housing with dad so much, you're our new son."

"I don't like this any more than you two." Dad interrupted. "You mother thinks this will make things easier for her around the house. Now you two get dress and meet us downstairs. We have some special plans for both of you this weekend."

Mom took Tom into Tammy's room and dressed him in a flowery skirt, plain blouse and a pair of slides from the shoe rack. Underneath, he changed into a fresh pair of panties. When the two stepped up, Tom once again faced Tammy. She had on his old sports jersey with some ripped jeans and sneakers with holes in them. Her hair was tucked under his ball cap.

"Nice ears." Tammy said as Tom reached up and touched the earring that now dangled from his newly pierced ears. Mom had done a good job on him.

"Guess you're as ready as your going to be." Dad said as he got a baseball bat, glove and ball from the closet. As Tom watched the Dad and Tammy head down the street toward the park, he watched mom pull the car out from the garage. "Be good to your mother and do what she says."

"Where are we going?" Tom asked, feeling embarrassed at being out in public in Tammy's clothes. "Helping you around the house in this is one thing, but going into public."

"You'll see." Mom said mysteriously.

Tom just stared out the car window as they pulled up in from of BARBIE'S BEAUTY PALOR. Tom hope to only sit and watch, but as soon as he sat down he was handed a beauty magazine. His mother smiled at him pleasantly. "You just pick out a style you'd like to have."

"Next." A woman, who called herself Barbie, said as she helped Tom to a seat. She tied a cape around him and looked at the page opened in the magazine. "You picked out a fine choice, young lady. I think you'll look adorable."

Before Tom knew what was happening, Barbie had his hair in rollers and his face put in a cream mask. He wasn't use to so much fuse being made over him and was glad to be left alone beneath the dryer. That didn't last long. He soon found his shoes removed from his feet as he got a manicure and a pedicure. He watched as the nails were given a coat of hot pink color. When the stylist was done with him, he found he looked a lot like a brunette Little Orphan Annie. All he needed was the pupils to be removed from his eyes.

Meanwhile in the park, Tammy was having a great time. She caught pop flies, grounders and made home runs. As Tammy slid into home; however, Dad realized that something was missing. "I kept thinking that I had forgotten something." Dad said as he started to collect their things. "We've got one stop to make on the way home."

As they walked home, Dad turned and went into an odd store. Tammy just waited outside and stared at the window mannequins holding whips and wearing leather. Dad soon came out with a package and took Tammy home to open it. "What is it, dad?"

"You'll see." Was all he said till they reached home. He then handed it to her and grinned at her expression when she opened. Inside was a strap on penis. He could tell she didn't care much for the idea when she looked up at him. "You will wear that day and night, SON." He said in harden tone voice. "You must get use to the feeling of it between your legs."

When Tom came out, Tammy could only stare at how feminine he looked. He could only stare at the bulge in her pants. The worst was yet to come as Mom came down stairs with the 3 inch heels Tammy was force to wear to church.

"Put them on." Mom ordered. "You'll need to get use to them for church tomorrow and I expect you to look your best for your first new day at school. Right now you can help me make dinner like you do every night."

Tom teetered in the heels, trying to find his center of gravity. The slippery tile of the kitchen floor made things only worst. "Mom, can't I wear jeans and sneakers like you?" Tom complained.

"When I think you've earn the right to wear them you can, but not before." Was all mom answered as Tom started to fix the salad while Mom worked on some stuffing and the main course. As Tom's ankles buckled in the shoes he wanted so much to take them off, but knowing his moms answer he didn't bother to say a word.

Tom was surprise at how warm he was that night in the nightgown. Having already been asleep the night before when his dad had dressed him, he didn't give much thought about how comfortable the thing really was. When he woke up the next morning he saw that his mother had already laid out a lovely pink party dress for him to wear to church.

Tom soon learned the hard way why Tammy use to complain about kneeling at church in a dress. Tammy learned why Tom use to complain about wearing a suit and tie. Afterwards Tammy sat with dad in front of the sports channel while Tom helped his mother in cleaning the house.

Finally came the dreaded day Tom and Tammy were looking the least too. Their first day back to school as the opposite gender. Tammy was dressed in a similar outfit as Saturday while Tom got to get use to the super short skirt of Tammy's cheerleading outfit. He was just glad he had the weekend to get use to the three inch heels.

"Do I have to?" Tom and Tammy said together as they finished breakfast and heard the school bus horn. "Do we really have to go to school dressed in each others clothes?"

"Yes you do." Mom said sternly. "I've already explained things to both your principal and your teachers. They'll treat you no differently as before."

On the school bus, there were a few whispers like: "What's with them", "What a pervert." And "I'd run away before I'd let my mom dress me like that."

For Tammy, things went without a hitch. The boys excepted her right away as one of the guys as they teased Tom. Tom did get some of Tammy's former friends to feel sorry for him and helped him out. Especially those on the cheerleading squad.

When they got home, their mother was sitting on the couch with her knitting. She saw the smile on Tammy's face and the frown on Tom's. She set down the knitting and smiled herself. "How did the day go?"

"Fine." Tammy said gleefully. "The head of the football team asked me join up. I also struck out the best hitter in the boys gym class."

"Easy for you to say." Tom complained. "You weren't wearing that drafty cheerleading outfit all day or forced to do aerobics in the girls gym class."

"Guess you're learning that the grass isn't greener on the other side." Mom giggled as she returned to her knitting and figured that this would be an interesting new year for both her children.

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