He Should Have Played Ball

Erica Kennel

Part 4

 

Chris sat in the minivan stunned at the site of his sister. She looked completely like a rough and tumble boy. He had always thought of her as a tomboy before, had even tried to tease her with it when she picked on him. Seeing her like this, though, was different. So dirty, and with a snarling defiance on her face and blood on her knee. She looked as if she belonged in the role of boy, not just showing it off clumsily to rebel against her mom's insistence on wearing a dress. He couldn't help but feel awe at the sight of her. What he planned on working so hard to become she was growing into naturally.

As his mom jumped out of the van and took his sister Molly by the arm, the other girls watched the scene with hushed stares. Chris grew increasingly self-concious, knew the moment he recognized her that the boyish toughness she was displaying contrasted with the girlish softness he had shown all day. He hoped the girls would not say anything, and felt ready to burst into sissyish tears at his predicament.

They could not hear what she was saying, but it was clear that Chris' mom was scolding Molly harshly. After a minute, Staci spoke up.

"What a little brat. Look at her, she is a mess. No way she can be fitted today."

Lisa said, "I can't believe that is Molly, she looks like such a guy."

"I know," Christi added, "I thought she was, like, totally a guy until your mom yelled at her."

Staci looked at Chris and said, "Why can't she be more like you Chris? You are such an angel and Molly is a terror. I know that is what mom thinks, too."

Chris blushed at his sister's intended compliment and felt that no boy - certainly not Johnny - would let himself be called an angel. He said, "Not really, mom gets mad at me a lot, she wants me not to get dirty and stuff but I do anyway."

Staci laughed, "Chrissy, I have never seen you dirty. And don't tell me you don't always do exactly what mom says." Staci then looked at Lisa and Christi, "It's terrible, mom always says, why can't you be more like Chris, he is such sweetie. I know Molly hears it all the time, too."

The other girls laughed. Lisa added, "For us it was the other way. Christi was daddy's little girl and mommy's little dress-up doll and Darryl was the hellion. But they let him get away with it, which sucked. They always said boys will be boys." Darryl was Christi and Lisa's brother and had just joined the marines over the summer.

A particularly loud shout from Molly interrupted the talk for a moment and then Lisa added wryly, "but in your family it looks like girls will be boys."

Christi looked at Chris and asked in a mocking voice, "Does that mean that the boys will be girls?"

Chris was angry at the question. Didn't they know how all this girly talk made him feel? Why were they doing to this to him? He felt the embarrassments and humiliation of the day build up in him and he stamped his foot and yelled out "I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a dumb girl!"

Chris' mom stepped in. "Girls, please. I have got enough on my mind without you teasing Chris. I am glad he is not like Molly. Did you see her today? What are we going to do about her dress? Chris, boys can be sweet and respectful like you. I don't want you to ever to be like that Molly. She would rather play ball and get all dirty than try on dresses. What kind of girl is that? No, Chris, don't ever feel bad for being you."

Chris wasn't sure what to say? Was she saying she didn't want him to be boyish? That he liked trying on dresses. Oh, why didn't he just play ball today?

The girls quieted down and talked and giggled about other things the rest of the way to the shop. Finally, they pulled up to a store called "Princess for a Day." Chris was relieved as he got out of the van. Finally, he could go off and be by himself. The girls filed out after him, excitedly squealing and giggling. Chris hung back as they headed in and examined the store. It looked big, and had a large window with many displays in it. Each display was of a different wedding scene. There were several of brides in their gowns sitting or standing. There were several of bridesmaids standing in a row and even a few of what Chris guessed were supposed to be flower girls in very girlish and poofy dresses. He couldn't help but think that the dresses looked pretty. It must be a nice store, he thought.

Looking around more, he started to feel uneasy. The store was not connected to a mall and he didn't see any displays of boys clothing. Oh well, they had to have some, and that is where he would go and hang out.

"Chris, come on!" His mom was yelling for him. "Don't stand there gawking at the dresses, there are more in here if you want to look at some."

Chris blushed and said, "I wasn't looking at.." His mom had already ducked inside to follow the gaggle of girls before he could finish his explanation.

Chris dutifully followed and went through the big glass doors into the salon. He could not believe his eyes. The store was huge, with rows and rows of dresses everywhere he looked and in all colors. He almost fainted as he saw the billowing skirts of wedding dresses on one side of the wall, cute flower girl dresses in front of him, and multicolored bridesmaid dresses along another. He was so light-headed that a woman grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Hello young man," she said, "can I help you with something? We don't get many boys in here." Chris looked up and saw a pretty older later dressed in a blue skirt and white blouse. Chris tried to regain his cool. What would Johnny do?

"I am with them. Uh, my sister is getting married." was all Chris could manage and pointed to his sister's group beginning to congregate around what looked to Chris like a raised platform of some kind.

"Oh yes, the Martin group. The bride has picked out gorgeous colors. Well, are you here to watch them try on their dresses?"

Chris tried to explain, "Well, I" but the saleslady cut him off.

"That sure is nice of a brother to do. Most boys wouldn't be caught dead around such girly things. You must be very mature."

Chris gave up and asked, "Miss, do you have a boy's section?"

The sales lady laughed. "Well, only if boys like to wear pretty dresses." With that she was called to the desk and Chris was left standing alone. He felt as if the whole store was looking at him. He felt so out of place. He looked around and did not see any other boys there. Everywhere were girls primping and preening in front of mirrors and swishing around excitedly in their dresses. Oh, how he wanted to run again!

He started to wander around, looking for the bathroom where he thought he might be able to hide for a while. Girls would look at him for a moment and give a look of wary; as if he was invading their territory. However, he didn't look like much of a threat and they would quickly resume what they were doing. Chris generally made his way to the back of the store. He was looking at all the dresses as he went. There were just so many! He wished he could have been alone to study some of them as they really looked very pretty. Guys like girls in pretty dresses so he thought that he only had to imagine girls in the dresses he liked to make it ok for a boy. And the girls in the store were very pretty, too. So he could stare at them as they tried on their dresses. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, Chris thought. I bet lots of guys so would be envious of my situation. Maybe Johnny will even be impressed if I tell him I got to spend an afternoon in a bridal shop.

With his new thoughts, Chris slowed down and examined the dresses more carefully. He decided he definitely liked the fuller skirted wedding dresses. They were just much prettier and seemed more appropriate for a wedding. He would occasionally let his hand brush against a skirt and he would tingle all over as he felt the cool rustle of the skirts against his hand.

After turning one corner on a long row of dresses Chris stopped. In the middle of the next row, tucked in the back of a store, was a mannequin dressed in what Chris immediately thought was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He let out a small exhale as he examined the heavenly creation. A white silk satin strapless gown with a full, tulle ballgown skirt was in front of him. It was just the most, the most, Chris could not find the words for it! He was swooning in the presence of the dress.

"It is sooo gorgeous, isn't it?" A voice came from behind.

Chris immediately gushed. "Oh yes, it sooo pretty. I just love it! That will be the luckiest bride in the world!"

The voice behind him giggled and Chris again realized too late he had sounded like such a girly sissy. What would Johnny think of him now? What would his dad think of his getting so excited over a wedding dress? He turned, expecting to be teased, but instead saw the smiling face of a teenage boy, probably a couple years older than himself. The boy, not much taller than Chris, said: "I think this just might be my favorite dress in the whole store, too. But its so hard with so many great dresses!"

Chris was astonished. He had not expected to see another boy here. The boy held out his hand, "Hi, I am Sean." Chris saw his name on a tag on his shirt and the name of the store.

Chris took his hand, "I am Chris."

"Well Chris, it is nice to meet you."

Chris' feeling of embarrassment left and he felt comfortable with the other boy. He must be a stockboy or something, Chris thought. "It is nice to meet you, too."

Sean asked, "Could you help me out for a minute. I promise, it will be fun!"

Chris was glad to have something to do. Probably needed him to help carry some boxes or something. "Sure."

Chris followed the boy through a set of doors into what looked like the stock room. He could see dresses of all sorts hanging on racks, mannequins in different positions, and tables full of petticoats. Chris and Sean made their way to a huge shelf filled with hundreds of pairs of white high heels in all styles. Chris felt excited anew, he loved looking at girls' high heels, and he was fascinated how they must feel on their feet.

Sean spun around and said, "OK, here is my dilemma, I need to find the perfect heels for the dress you just fell in love with. It is going into the window and it just has to be perfect!" Chris looked puzzled.

Sean recognized his confusion and said: "Sorry, sometimes I am such a ditz! I work here and my job is to do the window displays. And I am totally blocking on the shoes for that dress. So, I wanted your take on it."

Chris was amazed. Here was a boy who not only worked in a bridal salon but also worked with dresses. And he didn't seem embarrassed about it at all. Chris bet he was very popular with girls because he knew about stuff like that. Chris thought about the dress, and then examined the pretty shoes in front of him.

Chris said, "Well, I think the those strappy heels there would look really good with that dress." Chris knew styles from watching his soap operas and secretly reading his mom's fashion magazines.

Sean, scrunched up his face. "Yes, I agree. I am thinking of a formal patio wedding, maybe June-ish. Yes, those heels are perfect! Thank you. Now grab them and I will let you put them on the mannequin."

Chris grabbed the sexy shoes and the pair of excited boys went back out into the store to the dress. Sean lifted up the voluminous skirts and Chris slowly approached. Holding the heels and being so close to the dress made him have all the wonderfully tingly feelings again. He knew he should not be so excited to be close to a dress, but just couldn't help it. Sean saw the younger boy pause, and understood. He said, "Its okay Chris, it is just us." Chris slowly got down on his knees and got under the skirts held up by Sean. Slowly, being very careful, he slipped the high heels on the plastic feet of the mannequin. The feeling of the skirts and pettis on Chris' neck made him shudder with pleasure. He felt like he was inside a wonderful girlish cloud.

"Good job, you're a natural." Sean broke his revelry and helped him back up.

Chris looked longingly back at the dress and then to Sean, asking, "Sean, do you ever get teased for liking pretty dresses?"

Sean looked serious, "Yes, Chris. I have always liked girls' clothes. When I was little I would watch all the girls in school and enjoy the pretty skirts and dresses they would wear. I would talk to them about it and they would tease me. I was never very interested in boys' things, and they would tease me and call me a sissy, too. I would try to play football and be rough but I couldn't. I would usually get hurt and cry which made things even worse. So I would usually be by myself or sometimes, very special times, the girls would let play with them. That was the most fun, we would play house, or dress up dolls in pretty clothes, or even talk about clothes."

Chris wished he could experience those things. "Why can't boys do girl things? My sister is girl and plays with the boys and isn't teased by the boys. And girls can even wear boy things but I could never…" Chris' voice tailed off as he looked at the dress.

Sean answered, "I don't know Chris, but when boys do girl things they are called a sissy or even gay. It is just the way it is, I guess. But you're are right, girls can wear pants but if you or I ever wore a skirt or a dress, we would be teased. It isn't fair."

Chris blurted out, "And skirts and dresses are so much prettier!"

Sean agreed, "I know, look at all these gorgeous dresses, how lucky a girl would feel to be able to try on all these dresses to pick a special one to wear to her wedding."

Chris looked dreamily, "Yes, my cousin is getting married, she must be the luckiest person in the whole world."

Sean asked Chris, "Want to hear a secret?" Chris nodded.

Sean went on, "Well, sometimes, when nobody is here, I try on the dresses."

Chris couldn't believe it, "You dress up in wedding dresses. But you are a boy. Is it fun? How does it feel?" Chris was amazed and very excited.

Sean gushed, "It is absolutely wonderful. It feels, well, I just can't describe it. And there is something about knowing that I am a boy wearing a pretty dress that makes it even more fun!"

Chris was very excited thinking about Sean trying on wedding dresses; he wished he could watch him while he did. Chris asked though, "Does that make us, I mean you, a sissy?"

Sean looked serious. "Well, Chris, I am a boy who loves pretty dresses. I even love to dress up in girls' clothes and put on make-up and do girly things. So I guess I am a sissy. But you know what? I don't care. It is who I am. So if I am a sissy, I will be the best sissy I can be." Sean broke into a broad smile.

Chris smiled back. They spent the next few minutes fussing over the dress, discussing their favorite styles, what veils and shoes they liked, and generally enjoying each other's company.

While Chris was helping put another dress on a mannequin, his mom popped around a corner. "Chris, what are you doing?" Chris was embarrassed again; there he was holding a beautiful wedding dress in front of him, waiting to help Sean place it over the head of a mannequin.

Sean piped in, "Hi, I'm Sean. Chris is helping me dress some of the mannequins."

Chris' mom looked puzzled but said, "Chris, put your dress down and come back up front." She then turned and left.

Chris cringed when he heard "your dress."

Chris looked toward Sean with sadness, and said, "Well, I guess I have to go."

"Thank you so much for helping me." Sean said sweetly. "Listen, if you ever want a job here, or just want to help me out, I think I could arrange it."

Chris looked really excited, "Really? I would love that. Maybe I could help out after school or something?"

Sean looked excited, too. "That would be great, just stop by anytime." Sean moved toward Chris, and the two boys hugged.

"Bye."

Chris felt really good as he walked to the front of the store. He wondered if he would have the courage to come back and help Sean. He thought it would be hard to tell his dad he wanted to work in a bridal shop, but looking around at all the dresses, he wondered how he could stay away.

Before he reached all the girls at the front of the store, he saw his mom. She was waiting for him and waived for him to come to her.

"Chris, I have to ask you for a really big favor?"

Chris loved his mom with all his heart and could not imagine not helping her with anything so he said, "Sure, mom, anything."

"Well, Chris, you know Molly isn't here today and… Well, the thing is Chris." Chris' mom looked worried and paused for a moment.

"What is it mom?"

"Well, Chris, we need you to try on Molly's dress to see if it fits."

Chris went cold. No, no, no. He thought of that oh-so girly dress. How could he wear that in front of anyone? No. "Mom, no, please don't make me." He started to sob.

"Chris, please. You have to do this. We need to size this dress for Molly and she isn't here and you two are the same size."

"No, mom, please. I am not a girl, I can't wear a dress. Please mom, please. No, I just won't." Chris was sobbing harder.

Chris mom grabbed him by the shoulders. The stress of the day had finally gotten to her. "Listen, you are going to wear that dress, and that is final. You say you are not a girl, but look at you. Crying like a little baby girl right here, throwing a tantrum. If you had played ball today like a boy you wouldn't be here either. But you stayed home and watched your soap operas like a girl. And helped your sister with her hair. You don't think I don't know about that? And what about helping with the dresses right now? Well, girlie, now you will get to wear a dress."

The second admonishment of the day was too much for Chris and he broke down again and started to cry hard. Chris' mom again felt bad for him and wrapped him up in her arms. "Oh sweetie," she cooed "its ok, wearing a dress doesn't make you a girl. It will be over quick and then I will buy whatever you want for doing this for me."

As usual, Chris calmed down in his mother's arms. He wondered what to do? Could he actually wear a dress? He thought of his plan. What would Johnny do? He tried to image Johnny in a dress, but it was just silly. He was so strong and manly; he knew he would never even have let himself get in this situation. He then thought of himself in a dress. The tingling returned, and he knew he would not look silly in a dress. He realized part of him really wanted to wear that dress. It was such a gorgeous dress. The twirling girl he so admired could be him. He suddenly thought of Sean. Maybe, instead of thinking - "What would Johnny do?" – he should think "What would Sean do?" He knew Sean would be the best sissy he could and wear the dress. The thought was a revelation to Chris. He said to himself. Maybe I am a sissy, too.

"Mom, I will do it."

Chris' mom looked at him and smiled. She didn't think he really would go through with it. "Thank you baby. Now lets get you dressed."

They went into a dressing room behind the mirrors where all the other girls were. Chris could hear them all ooohing and aaahing just through the doors.

"Okay Chris, first I want you to take all of your clothes off."

Chris was nervous, "Even my underwear?"

Chris' mom answered, "Yes, for the dress to wear right, you will have to put on panties."

Chris was scared. He had not thought he would have to wear panties, but he was going to be the best sissy he could be. So, he stripped down and stood shaking and embarrassingly naked in front of his mother. She soothed him. "Baby, don't worry, I have seen you naked many times. Remember, I am your mother."

Chris for the first time noticed the dress hanging up on a hook in the corner of the dressing room. It was absolutely gorgeous. He wanted to touch it when he realized he was going to be wearing it. The thought sent shivers down his spine and squishy feelings through his tummy. In also produced another effect, which his mother noticed but did not comment on.

"Here are your panties, Chris."

My panties? Chris couldn't believe she said it but took them. They were white and lacy and felt very silky to Chris. He paused for a moment and looked to his mother for comfort.

"Its ok, baby, go ahead," she said

Chris sensed that when he pulled the panties up he would feel different forever. Could he ever look at his friends or his dad again? Thinking "What would Sean do?" he pulled up the panties. He felt a rush of girlishness and pleasure wash over him and he staggered briefly. His mom steadied him and continued on.

"Of course, for the wedding we will have you in hose, but today we won't need it. Now you will not have to wear a bra as the dress has one built in. Well, time for the dress"

Chris was trembling too much to notice what she had said about the hose. He was focused totally on the jr. bridesmaid dress. His mom slowly took the dress off the hanger, and with each rustle of the built in petti, he shivered.

"Put your arms up, baby." She commanded and Chris did.

His mom then gathered up the dress and slowly lowered it over Chris' head. He felt the coolness of the tulle petti go past his cheek and envelope his hairless thighs and legs. He felt the bodice snug up firmly to his torso and the zipper trapping him in the dress. He kept his eyes closed as his mom straightened the dress and tied the sash behind his back. He started to feel dreamy, his thighs tickled by the petticoats, and his shoulders feeling the tug of the spaghetti straps. He started to feel the pull of the pink girlish clouds wanting to take him away. Oh, he wanted to let go, and let them take him away. He heard his mom talking as if very far away.

"Oh yes, baby, it fits just perfect. You really have a nice shape. Here, step into these." Keeping his eyes closed, he slipped his feet into a pair of small heels. He felt his stance change as the two-inch heels pushed him slightly forward, and he knew he was feeling things only real girls normally felt. Finally, he felt his mom tug on his hair and put it into a high ponytail on the back of this head.

Chris's mom studied her son. She knew at that moment that Molly would never wear that dress and be a bridesmaid. It was just too feminine, and femininity was anathema to her daughter. But Chris, she knew he was effeminate. Maybe, just maybe. She wondered if he could pull it off. In a dress and made up, she knew no one would know it wasn't Molly. She realized, though, she would have to teach him to be more masculine to pretend to be Molly. She almost giggled at the thought. Teach her son to be more masculine in a dress so he could act like her daughter. But there was no doubt he really made a very pretty girl. Seeing him, she got even madder at Molly for robbing her of such a pretty daughter.

"Baby," his mom said, "don't you want to see what you look like? You look very pretty."

Chris slowly opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. What he saw exceeded his wildest imagination. A beautiful young woman in the prettiest dress he had ever seen was looking back at him. When he moved, she moved. He put is hand to his mouth. The realization that the girl in the mirror was him sent the girlish, squirmy feelings to new highs – and to new lows. The pink cloud swept him up like never before, and he could not stop it from taking him somewhere he had never been before. "Oh mommy, mommy, you made me a girl, a girl, a girl. Something's happening."

Chris felt waves of pleasure wash over him and he shuddered and fell back into his mother's arms. She understood and comforted him, "It's okay baby, it's okay."

Chris didn't know what happened. After a few moments, the pink cloud had gone away and left him standing stunned in his mother's arms. He felt dampness in his panties. He was so confused and asked his mom what happened.

Chris' mom was stunned at her son's reaction to the dress. She knew he had an orgasm. Was he gay? A sissy? Or what do they call it, a transvestite? A devilish thought came to her. Is this her chance at having another daughter? What would his father think? She would think about all this later. For right now, "Don't worry Chris, sometimes that happens to very special boys when they put on girls clothes. We can talk about it later. Right now lets get you into some dry panties."

Chris' mom left in search of dry panties. Chris looked at the messy ones lying in the floor. Was that sex? Is that what boys do with girls, he wondered? Is that why girls wear dresses, because it does that to boys? Maybe it was more intense because he was wearing the dress. He would finally have something to brag about to the guys if it was true. But his mom said it happened only to very special boys. He was again very confused when she returned with new panties.

After he had put on the new panties he studies himself in the mirror. His mom was fussing and measuring the dress when he asked, "Mom, am I a sissy?"

His mom stared at her only son, who she was sure just had his first sexual experience in a bridesmaid dress. "Oh baby, don't worry about things like that. You are just a special boy, that is all. You just got excited over a pretty dress, which special boys do. After the wedding, we will figure out what to do."

"After the wedding?" Chris asked.

"Yes, baby. You are going to take Molly's place in the wedding."

Chris was horrified. "Mom, I can't. All those people."

She cut him off, "Shhh, we will talk later."

Chris thought of the church, full of people, all staring and laughing at him in his dress. Then, he thought of his escort. Would he have to dance with a boy? He imagined himself dancing with an anonymous boy and new tingles went through his body. The boy changed to Johnny, and he let out a small gasp. Oh, Chris was just so confused over everything that was happening. Oh, why didn't he just play ball today?

 

The End…for now.

 

He Should Have Played Ball - Part 4

Erica Kennel

  

  

  

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