He Should Have Played Ball

by Erica Kennel

Part 5

 

Chris sat alone on a small bench during recess. His only awareness was of a lurking unease; something he knew would make him feel bad if only he could remember what it was. After an unsuccessful reflection, Chris noticed a group of girls eyeing him from the far side of the playground. They were giggling and pointing at him, and soon he began to feel self-conscious. Looking up again a moment later, his discomfort grew as more and more girls were giggling and pointing. He tried to find the other boys but he couldn't see them anywhere. In fact, he could see no boys at all. Only girls and more girls, all beginning to point at him and giggle. What is going on, he wondered, where are the boys? Wonder became panic as the gaggle of giggling girls began to close around him. Chris, in desperation, began to run. He had to get away; he had to find a place to hide!

Chris ran and ran looking for a place to hide, but he could not find a door back into the safety of the school. The playground had become unfamiliar to him and he became disoriented. Running became more difficult as his legs grew heavier and heavier. He finally came to beginning of a long alley between two buildings that promised escape and, with the rest of his strength, tried to leave the girls behind. He started to run down the alley to escape the sea of femininity behind him but, when he stopped and turned to look behind him, he still saw the girls following him; laughing, pointing, and giggling. When he turned to run again, what had looked like a way out only moments before was now a dead end. He was trapped.

Chris turned and saw the girls approaching him now and noticed for the first time that they were all wearing the exact same dress. Not just any dress, either, it was most gorgeous party dress he had ever seen. Chris' panic abated for a moment and he felt his tummy tumble at the sight of hundreds of full, swishy, skirts. As they girls slowly closed, he noted the style of the dresses… rose print, full tulle skirt, each with a hint of petti peeking out slightly below the skirt, and, oh! the cutest bow at the back. His revelry was broken by a new sensation. Suddenly Chris knew why they were laughing: he was wearing the same dress! He looked down and saw his skirt billowing around his thighs. He felt the tightness of heels on his feet. He felt his hair tickling bare shoulders. He also felt the wonderful pink cloud of femininity embrace him again.

Chris tried to fight it once more, tried to yell "no" but nothing came out. The girls only laughed more, also now taunting him: "hey sissy Chrissy, pretty dress!," "you are going to be such a pretty bridesmaid sissy Chris!," "Chrissy is a girl, Chrissy is a girl!" Chris struggled more, he wanted to be saved, he so wanted to be saved from this humiliation! But, oh, how to resist when the pink cloud felt so inviting? He needed someone to help him, he needed…

Chris was startled out of his struggle by a sudden silence of the feminine mob. Slowly Chris saw the girls give way and, amazingly, Johnny stepped through. Chris couldn't help himself and ran to him with his skirt swishing about him. "Oh Johnny, please help me," Chris pleaded. Without a word, Johnny swept Chris up in his arms. Chris melted into him and felt a new feeling building up within him. Johnny, still silent, carried him through the parting sea of girls. Chris nuzzled into his neck and realized that they were no longer walking, but flying high above the crowd, high above the city. Johnny looked at Chris and Chris looked back deep into his blue eyes. Suddenly, the sky became white and he felt himself falling, falling, falling into Johnny's endless eyes. Chris felt pure bliss and safety. Warmth spread around him. He wanted it to never end…

Soon, all too soon, the ethereal warmth faded to a sticky tangible sensation. No, thought Chris, no! He tried to hang on a little longer, but consciousness was too powerful. The light of the morning filled Chris' eyes and he felt sticky warmth in his underpants.

 

* * * *

 

Chris' mom sat quietly drinking her morning coffee. The events of the previous day bounced around her mind. Had she done the right thing? Had she committed some sort of child abuse? She thought again of how he looked in the pretty dress. He made a darling girl, she told herself, no doubt about that. But how could she have known he would react that way. It hit her again; her son (her little man!) had experienced what she was sure was his first orgasm in a junior bridesmaid's dress. Did this mean he was a transvestite? A transsexual? Or maybe even gay?

And then there was Molly; her daughter who acted more like a boy. She felt herself getting angry thinking of Molly acting so boyishly. She wondered why Chris' girlish behavior made her feel tenderness toward him but Molly's tomboy nature only made her angry. It must be that, she thought, that as a mother, she saw her daughter as an extension of her feminine nature. Yes, that was probably it, and that would explain why Chris' feminine tendency hurt and frustrated his father so much.

All the philosophy aside, she knew she had to deal with the situation, and quickly. The wedding was in two weeks. Her thought at the salon was to have Chris take Molly's place, and had even told Chris he would, but now she didn't know. He seemed so traumatized by wearing the dress and the "incident." How could she put him through a whole wedding as a girl? He would have to want to do it, or she just couldn't go through with it. But did he want to or was he too scared? Even if he would want to, was it right to make her son a girl for a day? What could she do?

One thing was certain; Molly would put up a huge fight before she would wear the dress. She let out an ironic chuckle as she realized it would be much easier to force her pretty son to be a bridesmaid than her tomboy daughter. And even if Molly would eventually cave in, her presence as a bridesmaid would probably ruin the wedding.

Could she just refuse to have Molly (or "Molly") be a bridesmaid? No, her sister would not stand for Molly to not be there. The wedding had to be perfect, or it would be a scandal. Without a Molly – whichever Molly might show up – there would be no symmetry to the wedding party, and she would never hear the end of it. She would have produce a beautiful junior bridesmaid in that gorgeous dress, one way or another.

Chris' mom let out a long exhale. She would just have to convince Molly – or bribe her – that she should be a sweet, pretty girl for one day. If only Chris would want to do it without me forcing him, she thought. She knew he could do it so much better than Molly. And based on yesterday, she knew at least a part of him would enjoy the experience on some level. But was it right in any event? No, she just couldn't. In spite of yesterday and his sweet nature, he was still a boy. Right?

 

* * * *

 

Chris sat on the toilet to pee and tried to think. He thought about standing to pee to assert his vanishing manhood, but did not want his mom any madder at him than she already was. He had had trouble with his aim a couple years ago so his mom had made him sit on the toilet to teach him a lesson. After a while, though, he decided he liked it better anyway so he never stopped.

His mind tried to make sense of his situation. So much had happened in just the last 24 hours. He thought of his new friend Sean (the best sissy he could be!), he thought of Molly and her boyish defiance, he thought of the bridal salon, and he thought of the dream of the night before. Oh, that dream! He could still feel the warmth flowing through him reliving the moment of Johnny picking him up. That confused him the most. Why would he be dreaming of Johnny? Why did it feel so good to be rescued by him? Is that part of being a sissy, he thought nervously? Do sissies like boys when they wearing dresses? The thought scared him. Liking dresses was one thing, but he did not want to like boys. No, no, no, he would have to put a stop to that. Oh, he had to think, he needed time to think!

The dream, however, having been reflected on so soon after waking did not leave him as an unremarkable dream would have. The immediate reflection had left him with a lingering tingling in his tummy. Soon, Chris' attempted concentration on his situation quickly drifted back to that – was it now his? - scrumptious bridesmaid dress. He loved it, maybe more than anything else in the world! Well, except for Mommy and that wedding dress he saw yesterday! Gosh, so many dresses in that wonderful store! Sean was the luckiest boy in the whole world, he thought! He wondered how anyone could not get excited over such pretty dresses. He felt again the brush of the petticoats on his leg and the comfort of the bodice around his chest. It hit him again that he had actually worn that dress… and panties, and cute shoes. Oh, what a sissy he was. He tried to slow the tingling feelings down and think but it was no use. With his head now spinning in femmy delight, he began his usual self-taunting.

"I am a girl. I am such a sissy girl. Oh, such a little sissy girl! I want to be the prettiest girl at the wedding and I will. The prettiest, sissiest girly-girl."

Chris began to breath heavy and as he was thinking of twirling in his imaginary dress. His hand accidentally brushed against his erect penis. He gasped at the wonderful feeling that shot through him. With the spell momentarily broken, he looked at his little manhood sticking up from his position on the toilet. Slowly he brushed his hand against the tip and was again rewarded with another wonderful feeling. Now he began to rub it quicker and felt a wonderful heat building up in his lower tummy. Oh, how it felt. Soon his mind began to again think of the dress, only this time Johnny again entered into his mind's eye to admire Chris in his pretty dress. No, he thought, this is wrong! Johnny, please go away! But the pleasure was too great, and Johnny was too close. He did not go away!

"Oh, oh, oh" Chris began to moan and mew as his hand and mind took over. Johnny was coming closer, closer, closer. The imaginary Johnny again scooped Chris in his arms and the world again exploded. Chris let out louder than he would have liked "Oh Johnny, I love you!" and his hips bucked and he felt warm stickiness all over his stomach.

 

* * * *

 

Chris' mom headed upstairs to talk to Chris and found him in his room lying on his bed. She again felt a pang of regret for yesterday, and she needed to let him no she had just got a little carried away. She also wanted to feel him out as to how he felt about wearing a dress and being a bridesmaid. They had not spoken about yesterday since they got home from the salon and she had made it clear to the other girls not to tease him on the ride home. She had only told the girls that he had put on the dress, and did not go into specifics about how he had reacted or her thoughts to make him a bridesmaid in the wedding. They had respectfully obeyed and he had disappeared into his room when they got home. This was the first time she had been able to talk to him since the fitting room.

"Honey, are you feeling ok?" She asked upon entering the room.

"Uh, yeah, I'm ok." Chris said not looking up.

"I really wanted to thank you again for yesterday; it was very brave of you."

"That's ok mom."

"And I wanted you to know," she continued as she sat on the bed "that I am sorry if I got a little carried away when I saw you in the your--- the dress yesterday."

Chris looked up at his mom and began to tear up. "Mommy, don't make me be a bridesmaid, please, I am a boy not a girl."

"Baby, I know, I know you are a boy. You just got carried away too didn't you?" His tears were painful, but she was determined. "But I could tell you liked the dress a little, right? Its ok, boys can like dresses."

He didn't answer and sobbed, "please don't make me, please don't."

His mom's heart melted as she gathered him again in his arms like a baby. He wept for a little while as she cooed over him. "There, there baby, don't cry."

Chris began to feel again the wonderful feeling of safety and warmth in his mother's arms. He wished he was a baby again so she would hold him and caress him all day. He felt completely relaxed and, as the day before, he uncontrollably let a little pee soak into his underpants.

"Baby," she began again, "I would never make you be a bridesmaid but you know I am in a tough situation. Molly would be just awful, and you are so much more," she searched for a word other than feminine, "mature than she is. I promise no one would know. Everybody would think you were Molly. After the wedding, you could go back to being Chris and no one would ever find out."

She felt Chris shake his head in her bosom. After a pause, she said, "You would get to wear that pretty dress again that you loved so much."

He looked up at his mommy, and Chris didn't know what to say. "Mommy, I was just doing it for you. I don't want..."

"Shhh, baby, its ok. I won't force you and you don't have to decide now."

"Mommy, I don't want to. Please, I am a boy." Chris whimpered.

She smiled at him and Chris felt better. "OK, baby, OK. Now, be honest with mommy, though. You liked that pretty dress just a little, right? It's alright to say so, your father likes when I wear dresses, he even tells me which his favorites are."

Chris thought of his tough father admiring a pretty dress and wondered if that meant he was normal. But he knew she knew what had happened to him in the dress, and he was sure that would not have happened to his father. But this thought passed quickly and with his mom's smile he could not resist thinking about the wonderful dress.

"Yes, I thought it was pretty, especially the full skirt." Chris realized he had gone too far and tried to cover it up. "I would like my girlfriend to wear it." He could not help the blush that ran to his cheeks.

Chris' mom giggled and asked "Really, anyone I know?"

Chris realized he needed to change the subject "No, you don't know her, She's new in school."

Chris' mom, however, realized an opening and asked: "Well, see then its ok for you to like dresses. You are just like every other boy, thinking about your girlfriend in a pretty dress." Then, an idea: "Maybe you could help pick some things out for Molly. You seem to have good taste. We need her to start liking dresses soon, don't we?"

"Sure mom," Chris said as he sniffed at the remnants of his sobbing, relieved of having to talk about his fictional girlfriend.

Just outside the door Molly heard her mom get up to leave and she quickly ducked into her room. So, Molly thought, one of us is going to be a bridesmaid, huh. Well, it is not going to me!

 

* * * *

 

Later that day Chris' mom had a knock-down drag out argument with Molly. She had dreaded it but knew it was the only way. After an hour of accusations and yelling, she had laid down the law to her daughter. Molly would only have to wear the dress on the day of the wedding, but would definitely be a bridesmaid. Molly seemed to accept her fate and her Mom thought she had won. Molly, however, had not given up. She had an idea.

 

* * * *

Chris sat in his room watching television. He had come upstairs after an unusually silent and somewhat awkward Saturday dinner. Everybody had been strangely civil and even Molly was calm. The talk, what little there was, had been about the weather, the food, and the latest movie in the theaters. Chris found it all unsettling, and wondered who knew what.

After dinner, Chris had gone to his room, exhausted from a day of serious emotional swings. Turning on the TV, he wanted nothing more than to relax and lose himself in a show or movie. After flipping through the channels a bit, he noticed that a high school cheerleader competition was on ESPN2. He felt excited as he saw the cute girls running and bouncing their way onto the competition mat. Chris immediately noticed their uniforms. While he liked the pretty sweater, he felt a little disappointed in the skirts. His favorites were the pleated skirts and latest cheerleader styles were of a tight, straight style. They were cute, but he loved the pleated skirts much more and would swoon as the girls would spin and flip in the pleated skirts.

Chris watched the competition and found himself wishing he could be a cheerleader someday. It seemed so much fun and he, of course, adored the uniforms. He began to mimic the movements of the cheers and was surprised at how quick he picked it up. Totally engrossed in following the routine on the TV he didn't notice Molly slip into his room. As he finished the routine with a twirl, he froze on seeing Molly in his room.

"You're pretty good." Molly was smiling at him. She was wearing jeans and a baseball shirt she had worn at dinner and that made her look so masculine. He felt so silly being caught doing a cheerleader routine.

Chris braced for the teasing and the humiliation, sure that this would end in his tears. But instead of teasing him, she seemed serious.

"Mom always wanted me to cheer, but I said 'No Way!" Molly laughed and an awkward silence hung in the air for a moment.

"I, uh, was just seeing if I could do it." Chris responded meekly.

"Well, maybe you could try out next year, you are a natural."

"I don't think they would let a boy be a cheerleader." Chris answered warily, still waiting for his sister to turn on him.

His sister, however, maintained her smile and sat on the bed. "Listen," she began, "I know what happened yesterday.

At this Chris' blood turned cold.

"I know what you did and I just want you to know I think it's cool. I mean, I wouldn't do it, but it's okay if you like dresses and all and its cool you helped mom out."

Chris didn't know what to say and he began to defend his motives but Molly cut him off.

"And I think it's great we are going to switch places at the wedding. No way I am going to wear all that frilly stuff, so it's cool you can be a sweet little bridesmaid for the wedding. I promise not to make fun of you for it."

Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing; he had not agreed to be a bridesmaid. "Don't say that! I'm not going to be a bridesmaid. I was just helping. I am a boy, and boys aren't bridesmaids." Chris stomped his foot girlishly. He felt proud of himself. It was time he stood up to Molly.

Molly looked at Chris and laughed. Chris suddenly felt very vulnerable. She was looking at him and laughing as if his resistance amused her. Chris realized he had said the wrong thing. He had a strange desire for someone – no, make that Johnny – to be there with him to protect him.

Before he could react, Molly grabbed his hand tightly and began to squeeze.

She said: "Listen sissy, one of us is going to be a bridesmaid in the wedding. Do you think it should be me or you?"

Chris tried to pry his hand out of his sister but he couldn't. "Please," he whimpered, "please let go Molly, you're hurting me!"

Molly only squeezed harder and continued. "You are the one who watches soap operas and helps Staci pick out outfits. You are the one who cries like a baby and fights like a girl. You are the one dreams of being a cheerleader. You are the one who wants to work in a bridal shop. Yeah, I know about that, too. You are the one who wore a prissy little frilly dress, and you are the one who is going to be a bridesmaid!"

Chris was saying through sobs, "Please, Molly, please let go."

Molly let go and quickly grabbed Chris and forced him face down on the bed. Chris tried to move but was pinned by his much stronger sister as she lay on top of him. She spoke in a whisper in his ear. "Listen, girly, I know you are a sissy. The sooner you realize the better off you will be. So, I am going to help you. You will do what I say whenever I say, got it? And if you don't everybody in school will know what a sissy you are. Oh, and I will make your life miserable every day. Any questions."

Chris continued to sob and did not say anything. Molly pulled his arm back and asked again, "Any questions?"

Chris shook his head no. "I will do it, just please let me up."

 

* * * *

It was near 9:00 and Chris had not left the room since the incident with his sister. He had cried for a while and tried to figure out what to do next. Now, completely exhausted from the day's problems, he planned on quickly taking a shower and retreating to the safety of his room. He would do everything possible from now on to avoid any contact with Molly. Maybe, just maybe, she would forget about her threat to him. Maybe, just maybe, the wedding would be canceled and things could go back to normal.

Chris cracked open the door and peered down the hallway. When he didn't see anybody he grabbed his pajamas and quickly made his way toward the bathroom. As soon as he had left his hiding place, his mom came out of the bathroom. Seeing him, she beckoned him to come to the bathroom.

"Is this for you?" Chris' mom asked with a frown. She pointed to the tub full of bubbles but without an occupant. She repeated her question as Chris looked at the tub. "Did you start a bath and then just leave?"

Chris, on edge for two days, shook off a pang of anxiety and answered that it was not his doing. At that moment, Staci bounded out of her room talking on the phone and went into the bathroom carrying her PJs and laid them on the counter. She was on the way out when Chris' mother grabbed her by the arm.

"Staci, what do you think you are doing?" She asked.

Staci, annoyed at being interrupted from her phone call, responded, "Mom, I am just going to finish talking to Casey and then I'm taking a bath."

Her mom was not impressed, "Oh no, I know you. You will gab and gab and then fill the tub up again with hot water. Either take it now or Chris can use it."

Staci, answered her mom with a shrug of her shoulders that indicated that she did not care.

His mom looked Chris and said, "Chris, it's all yours."

"I was going to take a shower." Chris said with a whiny tone that he regretted immediately.

"Oh no you don't mister; we are not going to waste all that hot water. And don't give me that, I know you love bubble baths. Think how good it will feel luxuriating in all those bubbles."

Chris meekly did what his mother told him and went into the bathroom closing the door behind him. He quickly undressed and sunk into the mess of sweet smelling bubbles. He knew she was right, he did love bubble baths and admitted to himself that he adored the wonderful flowery scent that was engulfing him. He had never used his sister's bubble bath and it was so much better than his mother's. He could not help but to feel relaxed in the mass of pink bubbles.

As Chris soaked in the bubbly tub, his eye caught Staci's PJs lying on the counter. He realized quickly that the lacy pile was not her normal PJs, but something daintier, frillier. Chris' excitement instantly grew; he was alone with his sister's sexy lingerie, and the thought sent the squishy feeling into his tummy. With his relaxed feeling gone, the girly bath had lost its appeal and Chris got up and began to dry himself off.

He noticed he was using his sister's big fluffy baby blue towel and realized how much softer and nicer it was than his. He got nervous for a moment, but realized he could just say he had used the towel by mistake. The whole time, Chris tried unsuccessfully to not stare at the lingerie. He could keep his eyes off the wonderfully girly garments. He wondered how soft they were and what style they were.

He decided he would just touch them. He figured, what the heck, when would he get the opportunity again? Slowly he patted the soft pile. The touch of lace on his hand sent wonderful butterfly feelings across his skin. It was delightful. He continued and fingered the spaghetti strap. Noting the exact position of the pile, he decided to lift up the top item. He gasped as he saw it was a sexy, lacy camisole. Oh, how Chris loved "camis" as he knew they were called. They were like girly undershirts and he loved to browse through them in his mother or sister's catalogs.

Unable to resist, Chris lifted the black cami up by the straps. It emerged from the pile as the most forbidden treasure he could have imagined. He noticed the lace around the bodice and scarlet floral print. Slowly, with trembling hands, he raised the cami up to his naked body. The cool fabric sent chills rocketing through his body. He turned slowly, silently, with ears listening for any footsteps in the hall. When facing the mirror he took one hand and held the cami close to his waist and with the other held it close to his chest. He felt lightheaded, but the vision mesmerized him. Unlike the dress, this was something sexy. Something real girls wore to… A sound in the hall startled him. He practically threw the cami back on the counter and froze, listening for any sound.

Chris remained motionless for several minutes. While listening for any sound he had been debating on whether he should just go or maybe, just maybe, try the cami on. He figured he would not get another chance to wear such a forbidden piece of his sister's wardrobe. Chris figured since he had already worn a frilly dress, what would be the big deal? It would help get this girly stuff out of his system. He made himself a promise. He would put on the cami and then starting tomorrow, he would put all this girlish foolishness behind him. He would go play some baseball and tell his mom he was done with dresses, bridesmaids, and all that girly stuff forever!

With his deal in place, Chris felt wonderful excitement. This time he confidently picked up the cami and held it front of him. After one last listen, he quickly shimmied into the sexy top and pulled it down over his thin tummy. Strangely the pink cloud didn't engulf him this time, it was a different yummy feeling. A wonderful feeling of sassy naughtiness took hold of him and he, without thinking, grabbed the panties and slipped them up his legs.

He knew they were "boy short" panties and they were black as well with a sexy scarlet lace around the top and leg openings. He also realized that he had become hard again. Remembering his lesson of earlier in the day, he slowly stroked his penis through the panty. The feelings that rushed through him were unlike anything he had ever felt. So dirty, so naughty, so wonderful! However, with all his will power, he pulled his hand away. He was learning that finishing only lead to shame. He had to see himself in the mirror first!

Looking back at Chris was a girl. Chris was sure of that. No boy could look like that. Yet, as Chris moved, she moved. He began to imitate the models he had seen on TV. He slowly moved his hands up his body and up under his hair. He placed his hands on his hips and jutted them to the side. Chris excitement grew even more intense. He tried to give it a name, tried to define the feelings coursing through his body. He felt… what? As he turned around and saw his bottom in the panties he gasped. He felt sexy! He felt so naughty and sexy! So…desirable! He wished someone could see him and admire him. He wanted to strut for someone. He wanted Johnny to see him.

Chris stopped. He knew he shouldn't. He tried to will himself to take the lingerie off but it was a losing battle. The girl in the mirror would not lose. Chris began again to move; only this time he was doing it for Johnny. "Am I pretty?" Chris mouthed to an imaginary Johnny as he posed. "I want to be your girlfriend." Chris continued for another minute and he felt himself nearing the point of release. With more control than before, he orchestrated the pretend Johnny to come close to him and at the same time Chris rubbed his panties. Just as he was about to release, make-believe Johnny grabbed him hard and kissed him. Chris, in the last second ripped the panties down and then his world exploded.

After a minute lying on the floor Chris got up and examined the damage. There was semen everywhere. He pulled off the lingerie and examined them. Luckily, with the exception of one spot on the panties, they were not soiled. He cleaned up everything as best he could and put the garments back on the counter. They only disgusted him now. Finally, he even was too tired to think. All he knew was that he was done with that stuff. Starting tomorrow, he was going to become a real boy again.

 

He Should Have Played Ball - Part 5

Erica Kennel

  

  

  

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