Dedicated to all the boys who appeared in similar productions while wishing that they could be wearing silky lingerie underneath the costumes.

  

The Holly Follies

by Janis Elizabeth

  

It was the summer of my thirteenth year, between middle school and high school, when I first discovered my love for feminine fashions, especially the wearing of soft, silky lingerie and sleepwear. Mom was at work and I was bored, which was not an uncommon occurrence that summer. No books were demanding to be read, computer games had lost their appeal and there was no one else around for me to share time with.

Mom had requested that, in my spare time, I fold the laundry and put it away. Usually, I would do a half-hearted job of it so that I wouldn't be asked to do it again for some time, even though I knew it helped Mom out. On this day though, I figured since I had nothing else to do, I might as well do what Mom had asked. I first folded the towels and my underwear and socks and put them away, leaving Mom's things for last. As I pulled one of her silky, lacy slips out of the laundry basket, I was struck by how sensuous the material of the slip felt in my hands. I tried to pay no attention to the sensations that I was feeling and concentrate on folding the slip somewhat neatly. My hands almost shook while folding the lovely slip. Although I somehow managed to get it folded, I could not shake away the momentary pleasure I experienced when I touched the slip. Next I pulled a pair of her satin panties from the basket and again experienced pleasurable, almost erotic, feelings flowing through my body. When I took Mom's nightgown from the basket, I continued to experience these wonderful sensations.

About this time, I began to wonder how good these things would feel on my body if they caused this much excitement just from me touching them. I quickly gathered the slip, panties and nightgown and headed for my room. After undressing completely, I stepped into the ivory beige lacy satin panties and slid them up my legs. My feelings as this silky garment encased me were beyond belief. If I felt this good with just the panties, how much better would it feel wearing the slip and nightgown also? I then slid the matching ivory satin slip over my head and relished the feeling of the lacy garment sliding over my body. Next, I put on the black satin waltz-length nightgown. With all three garments in place, I was in total ecstasy. My own clothes did not feel this good. I lay down on my bed and let the feeling of these garments wash over me.

And that is how my Mom found me a few hours later, when she walked into my room and found me asleep on my bed in her panties, slip and nightgown. When I awoke with a start and saw her standing there, I was concerned that I was about to catch her wrath and be severely punished. Instead, Mom sat down beside me on the bed and asked if I liked wearing her things. I started to cry but managed to nod and to stammer an answer. She then asked me if this was my first time or was I a regular wearer of her things. I hung my head and softly said it was the first time. I started to promise that it would never happen again but Mom quieted me before I could get the words out. She pulled me to her, hugged me while gently stroking my hair. Mom again asked if I liked wearing her things. Again, I simply nodded my head while my tears continued to flow. She said she understood my curiosity about her lingerie and my feelings of wearing such soft, silky garments. She then lifted my chin, took some tissues to dry my tears and asked if I would like to regularly wear some things like hers without having to do it in secret. I looked at her hopefully and asked if that would be possible. She smiled and said that I could if I wanted to. I leaned into her and said I would like it if she didn't mind. Mom assured me that she would rather find me wearing her lingerie than in some of the more horrible teenage situations that involved drugs and alcohol. At least I wasn't doing anything to hurt my body or put my life at risk.

Mom had me stand up so she could see how I looked. I imagine that I looked a little awkward, especially since her things were slightly too big for me. Nevertheless, she said that I looked very pretty wearing the slip and nightgown. She asked if I wanted to stay in them for the rest of the evening. When I asked if I really could, she assured me that it would be fine. She then asked if I would like a few other things on also. I replied that if they felt as nice as these, I would love them. She excused herself for a few minutes and went to her room. When she returned, she had a bra, stockings and a suspender belt. She assured me that these were only on loan until we could go shopping for lingerie of my own.

She had me remove the slip and nightgown. When I did, she noticed a very unfeminine bulge in my panties. Smiling at me, she asked me if I wanted her to take care of it. When I asked what she would do, she simply said that she would help relieve me into some tissues. I was hesitant but agreed to her assistance. She had me lay back on the bed and then lowered the panties slightly. I almost melted when Mom touched my bulge. The feel of the satin across my bottom heightened the pleasure. It didn't take long to ease my problem. Before Mom would allow me to replace my panties, she suggested that I use one of her maxi pads to keep me properly tucked in without having anything unfeminine visible in my panties. She even showed me how to position the pad properly in my panties so that I would exhibit a nice feminine front.

After I replaced the panties, she helped me into other items starting with the bra. It was soft and satiny and a match for the panties I was wearing. Mom carefully hooked the back and then slipped some bra pads into the cups, thus giving me a modest and budding bosom. She then showed me how to wear my suspender belt, making sure I put the suspenders on the inside of the panties. She explained that by doing this, it would prevent me from having problems whenever I had to go to the rest room. Next she took the sandalwood colored stockings and showed me how to put them on my legs without causing any snags. She also showed me how to attach them to the suspenders. When she did, I could feel the tautness of the stockings and the suspenders. As I rubbed my stocking covered legs together, I could again feel the electricity of the clothing flow through me.

I quickly put the slip back on followed by the nightgown. Mom then handed me a pair of fluffy mules with a small heel for my feet. As I stood and walked around my room, I felt like I was in heaven. Once more I looked at Mom questioningly. She sensed my unasked question, smiled and assured me that what I was doing was all right. I stayed dressed that night and for many nights to come. That first night, as she looked at me in her lingerie, she asked if I would mind having a girl's name when I chose to dress. I said that I would like that and then asked if she had a name in mind. Smiling wistfully, she said that, had I been born a girl instead of a boy, I would have been named Sharon Elizabeth. She asked me if I liked that name. I assured her it was very pretty. She smiled and said, "It is pretty, just like you, my Sharon." From then on, I was Sharon whenever I dressed in my pretty things.

The next day Mom went out shopping and got me my own lingerie. She asked if I wanted to tag along. I blushed at her suggestion and said that I didn't think I would fit in. When Mom came home, she had several bags packed with lingerie in my size. Bras, panties, slips, nightgowns, stockings and suspenders in a wide array of colors soon filled two drawers of my dresser. I felt like a princess each time I wore some of my special clothing. Mom had even gotten me breast forms so that I would have a nice full bra, appropriate to a young lady my age. She also got me a supply of maxi pads so that I could continue to use them and keep myself under control. So that I wouldn't have to run around the house half naked, Mom also got me two dresses and a few skirts and blouses.

That fall, I started at Holly Hills High School, a countywide, male-only math and science school. Attending an all male school had certain advantages and disadvantages for me. The advantages were there were no girls around so that I would not be distracted from learning and could concentrate on the class work. This was reflected in my high grades that appeared on my report card. The disadvantages were that there were no girls around as distractions in their various feminine outfits.

However, so that I could continue to enjoy my feminine apparel even in school, Mom and I had reached an understanding. I could wear panties, maxi pad, stockings and suspenders to school on those days when I did not have gym. However, when I did have gym, I would leave my pretty apparel and home and would wear the more traditional male underwear. When the days turned chillier, a sweater could be worn over my shirt, enabling me to wear a camisole in addition to the panties and stockings. Mom even got me a few women's man-tailored blouses in oxford cloth that I also wore under my sweaters. Of course, I would have to wait until I got home to put on a bra. Pretty feminine sweaters were completely out though. After I got home, I would change into whatever feminine attire I wanted and then begin on my studies. At night, I would sleep in a satiny nightgown or pair of baby doll pajamas.

Being somewhat undersized for a boy my age, although the right height and weight for a girl, I chose not to get involved with sports. I immersed myself in my studies and had the good grades that went along with it. However, at the beginning of the second semester, I found a school related activity that I could really get into, especially if I were very fortunate. Each spring, our school staged the Holly Follies, two evenings where we presented a play, or more likely, a farce. In addition to being a tremendous fundraiser, it was two evenings of good clean fun. However, with no girls in the school, we had to fill both male and female roles. Before I tried out, I discussed the idea with Mom. She thought it would be a good way for me to be involved in a school activity. Her only concern though was that I didn't let my grades go down. I assured her that I would get involved and keep my grades up. I went and tried out for the female lead. Not too many of the guys really wanted the part though. Because of my size, and since I seemed to have an innate acting ability, I landed the female lead in the spring production.

Rehearsals and costume fittings occupied many of my after school hours. When Mom heard that I was the female lead in the Follies, she was very pleased for me. She called the director and asked if she could serve as a volunteer dresser and makeup person for me, thus freeing up an adult to work with others in the cast. She pointed out the added benefit of her being involved since I wouldn't be embarrassed by being dressed by a boy or likewise dressing in front of another boy. The director was glad to have her assistance and welcomed her. My costumes included a satiny, knee-length dress for one scene, a red satin evening gown and feathered boa for another and a black satin French maid's uniform for the final scene. In each scene, I had to wear heels. With the dress, I wore two-inch heels and advanced an inch in heel height with each scene.

I had been measured and fitted for each of the outfits, which now hung neatly in my cubicle back stage. I also regularly took home one or more pairs of my costume heels, ostensibly to practice walking in them. However, Mom had helped me walk in heels almost from the beginning, starting with one-inch heels and working up to four-inch heels with ankle straps. She jokingly said that maybe one day I could try platform shoes with a seven or an eight-inch heel. The thought was exciting but definitely for future reference. Several of the evening rehearsals required the cast to be in costumes. Mom was right there assisting me. I was probably the only female lead in the Follies to ever wear the correct lingerie under her costumes. Mom made sure I had the prettiest, silkiest lingerie on under my costumes. She also made sure that my makeup was done nicely for each costumed rehearsal.

On opening night, Mom and I got there early, so she could provide me extra attention with my costumes and also with my makeup. Now, wearing makeup was something I had not done prior to appearing in the Follies. However, from the first time Mom applied the cosmetics to my face, it was something I enjoyed and started to look forward to. Mom helped me change into an ivory satin bra, panties and slip as well as a white satin suspender belt. Of course I wore my breast forms in my bra to improve my appearance. My lingerie supplied with the costumes remained hidden away. After putting on my stockings, Mom did my face, exaggerating my makeup slightly, since I was going to be under the hot lights of the stage. She then put a nice wig on me and brushed it out some. Soon I was in my red satin dress and heels. Only the dress was a part of my costume that had been supplied me in the beginning. I went through the first scene flawlessly and got the laughs at all of the expected places.

While the cast changed into our costumes for the second act, several of the guys not otherwise in the Follies performed the can-can, complete with the full swishy skirts, brightly colored petticoats, ruffled panties and fishnet stockings. They had worked hard learning the dance steps and performed the can-can almost gracefully. Had I not gotten the lead, I think I would have enjoyed dressing as a can-can dancer and showing off my lovely panties and petticoats. For the second act, I wore the form fitting red satin evening gown along with a red satin ankle-length slip that Mom had gotten me especially for the occasion. I also wore a red, feathered boa over my shoulders and red three-inch heels from my own supply. I kept the costume heels hidden away. Mom redid my makeup, making sure I looked as feminine as possible.

After the second act, while we again changed, the faculty had the opportunity to exhibit their acting talents, or lack thereof. In general, that they got through the scene was amazing. Naturally, the faculty skit got some of the biggest laughs from the audience. Mom again helped me change quickly, from the sexy siren wearing the red gown to the perfect maid in heels, crinolines, apron, maid's cap and, of course, the black satin uniform. I almost sighed aloud when I put the uniform on. Mom made sure that I was the proper looking maid just before I went out for the third act. Again the audience thoroughly enjoyed the act, although not as much as I did while wearing the uniform.

At the end of the second evening, we all took our bows. I stood there for a second watching as the male lead briefly slipped off stage. When he returned, he had a big bunch of roses, which he presented to me. With the roses cradled in one arm and my other hand at them hem of my uniform skirt, I executed a perfect curtsey. This was accomplished while still wearing the four-inch heels that accompanied the maid's uniform. Of course the audience loved it and ate it all up. Afterwards. Mom helped me change out of the uniform and removed my makeup. I put on my shirt, tie, slacks and jacket attire. Of course, underneath, I still was wearing my panties, stockings and suspenders.

At the cast party, Mom stayed in the background and talked with the director while I received the accolades for my performance. At one point, I was nearby as the director looked at Mom and asked if wore the costume lingerie or was I wearing my own. Mom smiled coyly and assured the director that everything I wore was a part of the costume. All I know is that I have three more years to look forward to and enjoy as the almost authentic female lead in the Holly Follies.

  

  

  

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