Jamie's Square-Dancing Adventure

by Belinda Bee

 

Prologue

The irony was, Ellen had never flipped Jamie's mattress before. Otherwise, she'd never had found it. Having laundered the sheets she had remembered an article in 'House and Garden' which suggested occasional flipping of mattresses to prolong (its) comfortable life.

An envelope, opened, containing a number of pages of handwriting lay crumpled at the head of the bed. Without thinking, Ellen opened it and began to read. As she did so her mouth dropped open. Her son had apparently penned a story about a boy his own age who had been forced by his mother to dress as a girl. And not just as a girl. The phrase "your mother dresses you funny" was applicable. Party dress, bloomers, crinoline and mary-jane shoes were all described with meticulous detail!

A couple of skilfully traced and coloured-in pictures were also included showing a young boy being transformed by his mother into a girl, being taught associated behaviour and mannerisms and carrying out tasks about the household. There was even a picture of the feminized boy across his mothers knees, his full skirt raised and frilly knickers partially lowered, being spanked for some indiscretion!

Whilst the plot was framed around a forced scenario, there was no doubt in Ellen's mind that it was designed to excite the reader. A second story, in which a boy is conscripted into service to be his cousin's bridesmaid, was also enclosed and illustrated.

In a daze, Ellen replaced the papers, made the bed and left. She needed time to think.

* * * * *

That afternoon Ellen called her sister, Zelda and confided in her the contents of the envelope.

"I don't know what to think. If he feels that way, I guess its no big problem. The question is whether it's a fetish of some sort or whether he actually wants to be a girl!"

"Send him to me for the school break" suggested her sister. "I will find out, I promise you, Ellen. And I won't embarrass or humiliate him, you know that."

"I would really appreciate that, Zee. I love him very much. Since Frank was committed, Jamie is my world. I just want what is best for him, even if that happens to be a little different. I know you'll do whats right." Responded Ellen tearily.

"Bring him up then, say Saturday. I'll take it from there. Till then, be happy, Sis. Love you."

"Love you too".

 

CHAPTER ONE

"Its beautiful, isn't it?"

Jamie froze. He hadn't heard his Aunt descend the spiral staircase into the basement and she had caught him red handed; holding a bright, multi-layered petticoat he had taken from the rack running all the way along the far stone wall of the room. He stuttered and attempted to justify the scene.

"Aunt Zelda…I was just…just…seeing how….ummm…." he trailed off, defeated.

His retired and widowed Aunt, sensing his embarrassment and being the kindly soul she was, immediately went on as though nothing was untoward or unusual.

"I purchased that not long before your Uncle died in the accident. It went with the white and red poker dot square dance outfit nearest the window slit" she said, pointing and moving around the sewing table towards him. "There are others similar all along the rack, varying in colour and length. Would you like me to show you?"

"S..s..sure. If you don't mind."

Aunt Zelda assured her 14-yo nephew boy that she would love to show him her stock of glam outfits. She spent the next 30 minutes taking each one out and drawing to his attention the intricate details of the designs and the quality of materials. Jamie, his initial discomfort gone, listened attentively. Aunt Zelda noticed.

There was a lull whilst she replaced the final outfit. She turned and, taking his hands in hers half-whispered, "Would you like to try on an outfit? I could help you. And it would obviously be our little secret".

Jamie couldn't believe his ears! His Aunt was offering to dress him up! He went weak at the knees and, despite the cool of the basement, felt a hot flush pass over him.

"I know its been a bore staying with me" continued his Aunt. "The winter snow has kept us housebound for two weeks now and there is very little to do. If I were to dress you up, we could take the afternoon and pass some time." Then, with a gentle smile she added another half-whisper "Please, please say yes. We'd have so much fun!"

Fifteen minutes later he stood before his Aunt's boudoir mirror in a pair of pink ruffled pettipants. They had short legs and Jamie was finding them a mite too comfortable for his liking. He was worried that his Aunt might notice the physical effect the lace and ruffles were having his person and did his best to not stand front on towards her.

 

In fact, Aunt Zelda had noticed his discomfort and excitement. She feigned ignorance and instead placed the petticoat she had found him with below at his feet, bade him step into it, then whisked it up around his waist and fluffed it out. Jamie was relieved that his area of discomfort was now obscured.

"Now darling, the dress needs to go over your head" said his Aunt. "Have your arms ready to go into the sleeves." With that, she threw the white and pink poker dotted dress over his head. It floated down over his torso, the skirt of the dress just covering the petticoat. Aunt Zelda helped with the sleeves and paused.

"Before we go on, I think we need some cleavage. I'll be back in a moment".

She walked to the 3^rd bedroom which belonged to Mary, her eldest daughter, currently at college in Vermont doing extra courses. Opening a draw, she took a lacy pink bra some silicon inserts (Mary had called them "chicken fillets") before she returned to her boudoir. Indicating for Jamie to put his arms through the bra, she connected it at the back and snapped the elastic, before she slipped the inserts in. Jamie shivered at their coolness, almost wet touch. However, they soon warmed to his body temperature and felt as though part of himself.

Aunt Zelda helped him into the short, puffy dress sleeves before commencing the buttoning of the dress at the rear. There were approximately 15 buttons from the waist to the neck and it occurred to him that he would be unable to get the dress off without his Aunt's help.

Sitting him at her dresser, Aunt Zelda began to work on his face. Having no facial hair nor acne, she merely applied some eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and a little rouge on each cheek. Some pinkish lipstick, roughly matching the dress dots, completed her task before she produced from her wardrobe a box containing a straight, shoulder-length brunette wig. First putting on a scalp cap, Aunt Zelda then carefully positioned the wig and brushed it out. A hair-pin on each side, preventing hair from flowing forward over his face were fixed.

"Now, every young lady should have a watch" said Jamie's Aunt, opening her jewelry box on the dresser. From it she drew a small ladies watch and strapped it to his left wrist. She also placed a white choker around his neck, attached matching clip-on earings and three bangles to his right wrist.

Finally, from the wardrobe came a pair of white leather court shoes with 2-inch heels. Placing these upon his feet, Aunt Zelda had him stand.

"Careful now. I've only given you lower heels, but it will take a bit to get used to. Remember, short steps. Allow yourself time to move around and, importantly, you will need to move your hips a little to compensate for the extra pressure on your feet and calves".

Jamie carefully stood and balanced himself. Gingerly, he took a step and was immediately aware of the constraint of the heels. But he was also aware of other things.

The petticoat and dress were…..stunning! They swished and swayed as he moved, having almost a life of their own. The wig gently brushed his shoulders and, as he turned towards the mirror, his Aunt sprayed some perfume on his neck and wrists.

OMG!!!

Jamie saw himself. Or was it Her? She was beautiful She was he!

Aunt Zelda embraced him from behind and from over his shoulder said "I think I shall call you Jane. Yes, my niece Jane. I have a funny feeling we are going to be seeing quite a bit of this young lady over the rest of the holidays."

 

Jamie (or Jane) and Aunt Zelda had a delightful afternoon. He had so much to learn – moving, walking, where to hold his hands, sitting…the learning curve seemed to go on and on. Not that he minded. Every new piece of information seemed to be followed by a plethora of other behavioural channels to be explored.

He had become particularly adept to skirt control – managing the pettis and skirt that seemed to have their own ideas about where they wanted to go in given situations! Using his hips, hands and forearms, he was able to maintain some form of equilibrium and, in doing so, generally keep his own pretty panties from view!

Holding a cup or glass, eating his sandwich and quiche that Aunt Zelda had prepared for the late lunch, sitting correctly at the kitchen table as opposed to the sofa, occasionally remembering to brush the hair from his face, and so on.

As the rain and sleet beat upon the windows, evening approached. Jamie, assisting his Aunt in the kitchen, allowed her to tie an apron around his fully skirted torso, delighting in the lace trimming it afforded. Completing each task, as directed by his Aunt, had him moving about the kitchen. Aunt Zelda continued to chat about this, that and the other. As Jamie moved and listened, he became increasingly aware of the weight of his petticoats and the resultant friction across his pettipants as he turned and manouevered his way about. More and more, his attention was absorbed and sensual, erotic feelings swept over him. His manhood, encased in satin and lace, stirred.

Jamie had neither the experience nor maturity to know what to do. Instead he tried to control the situation thru sheer willpower. He lost. As he diced the last of the carrots, a combination of the vibration and rubbing of the skirt on the benchtop took him over the abyss and, to his dismay, Jamie felt himself shoot full torrent into his panties. Had he remained quiet, Aunt Zelda would not have guessed. As it was, he burst into tears.

His Aunt immediately expressed concern and asked him what the problem was. Jamie replied, distressed, "I..I've messed myself" and continued to sob.

Aunt Zelda was overcome with compassion, realising immediately what must have occurred. She hugged him tightly and consoled him. "There, there. Its okay my darling. You are simply getting used to the skirts. In one day it's a huge leap. I'm actually surprised that you managed to last this long! I should have foreseen this."

She led him by the hand to the downstairs bathroom, knelt before him and, putting her hands under his petticoats, lowered his pettipants down to his ankles and had him step out of them. They were, of course, sopping. Soon after, having replaced the pettipants, Aunt Zelda and Jamie had dinner, cleaned up and retired to the lounge to watch "A country hour" on TV.

"You have done so well, my darling" said Aunt Zelda thoughtfully. "I have an idea. Why don't we both go to the next square dance meet in town on Saturday night? I can teach you some steps here and you can learn the rest there. Nobody would know you were really my nephew, either!"

Jamie looked up at his Aunt and realised she was serious. He found himself responding positively, although his heart beat violently. Could he do it? Would he pass?

 

CHAPTER 2

"Wake up sleepyhead!" His Aunt threw open the curtains and, despite the still-falling snow, light enveloped the room. Jamie rubbed his eyes and sat up, meeting the smiling gaze of his Aunt. "We have much to do, my darling Jane. First, jump in the shower and come to my room once you are dry".

Jamie did as he was told and, towel draped around his waist, made his way to Aunt Zelda's room once again.

Although a different outfit this time – a lovely blue and white skirt and top, with white petticoat and pettipants – he was once again encased in genuine square dancing costume.

After Breakfast and for the rest of that morning, Aunt Zelda tutored Jamie in the history, development and excitement of square dancing. Occasionally using a video tape to assist, she explained the role of the caller, the basic moves and theory. She began with the square, which is formed by four couples facing in. With the back of each couple parallel to a different wall in the room, each couple is from seven to ten feet from the opposite couple. Each lady is on the right of her gentleman.

Aunt Zelda explained the numbering of the partners around the square and proceeded to explain the moves, her assuming the role of the gentleman, to Jamie.

By lunchtime, Jamie had the basic formation and moves such as circle family, forward and back, do sa do, swing and promenade family off pat. At least that's what Aunt Zelda said! She was so positive and encouraging.

Whilst they had a bite to eat, she quizzed him on some of the basic movements terminology including sashay, slip the clutch, box the gnat and ocean wave family. Jamie found himself picking up the jargon quickly, particularly those moves that related to what he had practiced.

Sitting there in the dining room chatting with his Aunt, the winter sun peeped in through the French windows and warmed his body. The delicious feel of his panties and petticoats felt wonderful against his bottom and legs. He had worked out how to sit in such a way that the material would cascade on all directions from the stool, providing him with a secret and delightful reflection from the side table mirror. Again, as yesterday, his manhood stirred, however this time he did not panic but excused himself to go to the bathroom. There he sat and, reaching beneath his skirts, relieved himself into the bowl, used toilet paper to dry himself and washed before returning to the table, smiling to himself.

After cleaning up after lunch, lessons were resumed. All known moves to date were rehearsed thoroughly and several more introduced. Aunt Zelda also instructed Jamie in what she termed as "skirt work"; that is the practice of controlling and manipulating a ladies skirts and petties during various moves. This, in itself, was a real skill that no doubt had the capacity to thrill onlookers, Jamie thought.

By the evening, Jamie was exhausted and his feet were sore. Buttons again being at the back, Aunt Zelda helped him remove himself from the costume before supper. When he went to retire for the night, however, he found a baby doll nightie by his pillow. Smiling, he put it on and put out the light, exhausted by the days events.

 

CHAPTER 3

Through the week the miserable weather continued and, determined to prepare adequately for Saturday, Jamie worked with Aunt Zelda to learn as much as humanly possible about square dancing. Morning and evening, he was totalling about 5 to 6 hours per day.

As the days passed, his feet became more accustomed to the heels and no longer hurt. He was better able to control his skirt and petties by correctly incorporating the sway of his hips and appropriate steps when sashaying around the floor. But beyond the dancing, he was becoming more comfortable and familiar with feminine pose and posture. Sure, the costume to some extent demanded this. However, the very pleasant feel of his situation was changing the way he saw things; the way he interacted with Aunt Zelda and how he felt about himself. It occurred to him that, no matter what happened, life would never be quite the same again.

Aunt Zelda had also encouraged Jamie to experiment with his makeup. Nothing dramatic, just a little lite dabbling in the morning once dressed. Some eyeliner, a tiny bit of mascara, blusher and lippy. At first Jamie had struggled with a steady hand but, as with all things, came to master it with practice.

On Friday evening, when sitting by the fire with Vivaldi's "4 Seasons" playing, the two reflected on the weeks activities. Aunt Zelda expressed her enormous satisfaction at his progress.

"I am simply staggered, Jane, that you have made the strides you have with the dancing. Tomorrow night will see you as no beginner, I assure you. And, to cap it all off, you carry yourself very convincingly as a young lady should. I really am proud of you." Jamie couldn't help but detect his aunt's slightly misty eyes, nor the ever so faint break in her voice. He quickly responded.

"Its all your work, Aunty. I couldn't have pulled it off without your tuition. I just hope I won't embarrass you tomorrow night."

"Embarrass me? Oh God no, you'll be the belle of the meet, believe me." With that she gave him an enormous cuddle and squeeze. Jamie was allowed to have two white wine's before proceeding happily to bed. The pressure and excitement of the approaching dance was building.

 

CHAPTER 4

Saturday seemed to take for ever to pass. Aunt Zelda always did a house-clean on the Saturday morning, so Jamie was able to help. He vacuumed, dusted and cleaned the kitchen tops and stove whilst his Aunt did the bathrooms. They were done by noon.

Soon after lunch, in the comfort of the toasty lounge, Aunt Zelda outlined her plan of action for the rest of the day.

 

"We'll have a quick run through of all you've learnt, just as a refresher and stretcher. Then a bath before dressing for the evening".

Putting on a record, Aunt Zelda put Jamie through his paces. But there was no cause for concern – all went off like clockwork. It occurred to Jamie that the call he would most look forward to would be 'ladies in, men sashay', in which a square of four ladies would meet in the centre and raise and shake their pettis in unison.

"We shall shower now. Then, come to my room when you have finished and I'll get you ready. Given the occasion, I will do your makeup for tonight."

"Aunty, did you have a particular outfit in mind for me yet?" asked Jamie shyly.

His kindly Aunt smiled and enquired "Is there one in particular you'd like, my dearest Jane?"

"I really like the white and pink poker dot one we used at the beginning of the week; you know, with the matching pink pettipants. If that's okay with you, of course, Aunty."

"That's exactly what I had in mind, Jane! You have excellent taste, my clever girl!"

In an hour Jamie was once more in the boudoir of his Aunt. Given a weeks practice he was able to anticipate items of attire and dress himself. His Aunt fussed with his pettis and buttoned up the dress. White 2-inch heels with supporting ankle straps were fixed upon his feet. Before dismissing him in order to prepare herself, she had him stand whilst she lowered his pettipants and placed an adhesive sanitary pad in the frontal crotch panel. "An insurance policy, just in case of any accidents." She had said, giggling and patting his lace-covered bottom.

Jamie waited in the lounge, humming to himself and stepping about, imagining himself in various square formations. He felt thrilled at the swish of his pettis as he twirled and swirled about the room, and at the bounce and weight of the material against his tush and thighs as he rocked back and forth.

His Aunt finally descended the stairs, herself looking marvellous in a pale blue outfit with an equally full, multi-tiered petticoat. Smiling, she did a quick twirl at the foot of the stairs and hands-on-hips asked "Nice?"

Jamie responded enthusiastically and was rewarded with a peck on the cheek. He was passed a small white purse which, his Aunt explained, contained a few emergency items including tissues, the lipstick he currently wore, a hanky and some powder. She also gave him a beautiful soft alpaca shawl which matched his dress perfectly. She herself had a blue shawl.

Thus attired, Aunt Zelda led Jamie to the front door and asked him "Ready to enter the world of the feminine form?". Gulping, he nodded. They stepped outside and walking to the car, a beemer 318 and his Aunt's pride and joy. The crisp breeze whisked about his legs and made him shiver. He was glad to get into the car, although this took some time as he attempted to direct his mass of skirt and material about him but without covering the T-bar! The car revved to life and they sat whilst the engine warmed up. The heated seats soon had warmth upon Jamie's tush, for which he was thankful. In truth, his heart was pounding. This was it! No turning back now. He was fully dressed as a girl and expected to act, behave and even dance as a girl. Moreover, he knew in his heart that his Aunt had transformed him into an exceedingly attractive girl. All he need to do was keep his nerve.

 

CHAPTER 5

Zeissburg was more of a village than a town. It was made up of long-term landowners engaged in crop growing and cattle. There were also a few out-of-towners; people who had opted out of big city life and had accepted small incomes as a trade off for an idyllic country lifestyle.

Aunt Zelda and Jamie drove to the hall at the far end of the village in virtual silence, the local FM station playing country-style music on the car radio. Parking at the rear of the hall, they exited the car. The chill of the still wintery night was in stark contrast to the warmth of the beemer. Jamie felt the cold icy fingers of an early frost against his legs, stopped only by the mass thickness of petticoats and pettipants. The alpaca top kept his shoulders and arms warm as they made their way to the front entrance.

A number of people were milling about at the entrance and one middle aged lady called out to Jamie's Aunt.

"Zelda! There you are. I've been looking out for you."

Aunt Zelda moved towards her friend, Daisy O'Brien, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Sorry we're late, but Jane and I got carried away with the housework and had to make a mad dash to get ready" fibbed Aunt Zelda.

"Jane is it?" said Daisy, turning her attention to the feminized boy. She took his hand and leant over, kissing him upon the cheek, then said turning to her right "This is my daughter, Kelly. Why don't you two girls run along inside. We'll be in soon."

Kelly was gorgeous and about 16 years old, blonde, girl next door looks, all decked out in a marvellous square dance outfit including a dark blue dress with full foaming petticoat and white shoes. Smiling, she took Jamie's hand and led through the throng of people to the inside of the hall. The hall itself was rectangular with a stage at the far end. A band was currently setting up. Long bench seats were around the wall space with the timber floor cleared for dancing.

They took a seat together and began chatting. Jamie was beside himself. He was still coming to terms with being in public dressed as he was. He had thought he would have the opportunity to slide into the role slowly but things had panned out very differently. Now he was sitting, arms linked with a stunning girl slightly older than himself.

Kelly began by asking where Jane came from and how long she would be around. "Your Aunt Zelda is Mum's best friend" she said. "They went to school together. Do you dance?"

"This is my first time. Aunt Zelda has been teaching me a bit this week. I just hope I don't make a fool of myself" he said, blushing. Kelly was sitting on Jamie's left and held the boy's left hand, stroking it. Their voluminous skirts created a huge mound about them and, in the circumstances, Jamie felt his penis begin to stir. Then to his rescue came the caller.

"Take your partners, young and old. Form basic squares and let us roll!"

Before he could protest, Kelly had him on his feet and holding hands with two others in a square, her opposite him. His mind numb, he found himself tapping his foot to the sounds of the band which had fired up. Then the caller began, taking them through standard moves. This was probably a good thing because Jamie was able to concentrate on the dancing which went on for ages. After half an hour, they finally took their leave and returned to seats. Because of many new attendees, there was only one seat, so at Kelly's bequest she sat upon Jamie's knees, her arm about his shoulder and neck. Girls could do such thing, thought Jamie. Kelly's scent was marvellous, as was her touch and her bottom, the contours of which were easily felt upon his thighs.

Jamie swooned and felt faint. The wondrous feel of his clothes and makup, the adnorning wig and jewellery made him feel so feminine. So girlish. Add to that this beautiful young girl sitting upon him well, it was almost too much. He was getting aroused again.

Soon after Kelly got up, took his hand and said "Come with me" and, obtaining the keys of her mother's car, took Jamie outside and to the car park. Unlocking the car, the two 'girls' got into the backseat. Jamie hadn't stopped to think what was happening until Kelly, having locked the car from the inside then seized him.

"You are a fraud" she accused. "I felt something just before sitting on your knee. You're a boy!"

"N..n..n..no I'm not" he blurted, unconvincingly.

"Lift your pettis then" she challenged. When he shook his head Kelly lunged and, unbalancing him, dived beneath his skirt and petticoats. Jamie, his head and torso having slid sideways onto the floor of the vehicle, was unable to prevent her attack. Whilst he wailed for her to stop, Kelly peeled back the tiered layers of Jamie's petticoats until she located the pink rhumba's. Pausing for a moment, she slipped two fingers into the top of the waist band and stretched it downwards. Out popped Jamie's penis, fully erect.

Kelly gazed at it and, gently, took it in her hands.

Meanwhile, Jamie had stopped struggling. Tears began to well up in his eyes, as he believed his entire world had just collapsed. Then, something strange. Something entirely new to him. It dawned upon him – Kelly had taken him into her mouth!

Gradually Jamie relaxed and began to moan. He could sense Kelly's accelerating urgency as she gathered pace beneath the mountain of material. All Jamie could see with the benefit of the dull parking lot light was the rise and fall of his own skirts; what he did not see was how Kelly was rhythmically rubbing herself ferociously against the edge of the carseat at the same time. Finally, Jamie could not hold on and he released like never before, leaving him gasping and exhausted.

Kelly withdrew, gently returning Jamie's manhood to its silken cave and extricated herself from beneath his skirts. Helping him from the floor, She embraced him and kissed him deeply. Jamie could taste what was presumably residue of his own emission, but did not recoil.

"You really are a special 'girl', Jane" she breathed. "Mother was non-plussed when you turned up because she had thought Zelda's visitor was to be a nephew. Now all is clear. Do you dress as a girl all the time?"

"No," replied Jamie awkwardly "its just something that I like to do occasionally. Aunt Zelda helped me a lot and encouraged me to get it right. I obviously didn't trick you though, did I?"

"You did pretty well until I sat on your knee." Kelly chuckled. "You being 'happy' gave the game away."

"I couldn't help it," said Jamie slowly "you are so pretty….I just couldn't help it."

Kelly looked at him quizzically and blushed a little "You really are very sweet. I think we are going to be very good friends, don't you?"

"I hope so." Jamie replied. Again they embraced and kissed.

After a few minutes, without a further word, they tidied themselves and returned to the hall, arm-in-arm.

The rest of the evening passed quickly. The two 'girls' danced as much as they could, taking tips from more senior and experienced dancers. Jamie was thrilled by the swirling and tossing of his skirts as he turned this way and that. He found that one gradually develops a knack in encouraging the effect but in a way that minimises uninterrupted views of one's knickers! Skirt work, as Aunt Zelda had called it.

At the end of the evening coffee and hot chocolate was served along with sandwiches and cake. People mixed and chatted, although Kelly and Jane stuck together for the most part, holding hands in a way that aroused no suspicion. Later, just before midnight, Daisy and Aunt Zelda ushered their charges towards the carpark.

"Goodnight Zelda" said Daisy, giving her friend a kiss. "See you tomorrow around tenish, your place. And goodnight to you, Jane" she said turning and giving him a big squeeze and kiss on the forehead. "Or should I say 'Jamie'? I think I prefer the first. Goodnight!" She got into the car, chuckling, and shut the door.

Kelly hugged Jamie tightly, whispered into his ear "Love you" and kissed him quickly before jumping into the car with her mother.

"She knows!" Jamie commented to his Aunt as she drove back to the farm.

"Yes, she guessed" said Aunt Zelda. "She knew I didn't have a neice and put two and two together. Its really not a problem though, darling. We are very close and she is very reticent about such matters."

"Kelly knows, too" lamented Jamie.

"Doesn't seem to bother her. She wouldn't let you out of her sight all night!" laughed Aunt Zelda. "I think she's sweet on you."

Jamie didn't realise how tired he was until he got home. Aunt Zelda helped him undress and he went to bathroom to remove his makeup. Donning a nightie, he went downstairs and enjoyed a Coa-Coa with his Aunt.

"Thank you so much for tonight" he said, hugging her. "I will remember it forever".

"Pleasure. I've had more fun than I've had in years this past week. And who knows, we have another week before your mother comes to get you. Perhaps you and Kelly can spend some time together? Question will be, as Jane or Jamie. Goodnight, darling."

As Jamie lay in his bed, enjoying the warmth of the electric blanket, he thought of Kelly, the evening and what had transpired in the car. Jane or Jamie, his Aunt had pondered. As Jamie stared in no particular direction, his eyes fixed on the dress and petticoat he had worn that night; bright, full and voluminous, hanging from the wardrobe door knob. He stirred down below and, smiling to himself thought "As Jane. Definitely. As Jane."

The End

  

  

  

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