Just Clothes                         by: Diane

 

Part 3

On the way back to the farm from Danville, Jesse dropped off into a deep sleep. His grand mother glanced over to where he sat sagging into the seat belt. His appearance was that of a beautiful young girl whose skirt had slid up so that the panties showed under the hem of the skirt and petticoats. "Such a pretty thing," she thought. She considered him to be the most attractive of the three grand children, for he had his mother’s facial features, including full eye lashes and thin eye brows.

Compared to Jill and Jennifer, who had a lot of their father’s features mixed in with the mother’s face, his was fragile and small boned. No wonder he got teased by the two girls about his being a girlish boy. Perhaps it was jealousy, she thought.

After they had arrived back at the farm, the packages of shoes, purses and other things were carried in and put up in Jesse’s room. The boy changed into shorts and a tee shirt with a pair of sandals. Despite the change, his appearance remained that of a young girl. He ran downstairs as his grand father came in. His arms wrapped around his grand father’s neck and he was lifted into his strong arms. "Are you ready for tomorrow, Sport?" his grand father asked. The boy related how the trip had garnered a number of new things for him to wear, so he was very ready.

As he put the boy done, his grand father noticed the waist band of panties peeking out of the waist band of the boy’s shorts, for the tee shirt was short and the bottom hem rose above Jesse’s waist when his arms were up. He also saw the gold studs in Jesse’s ear lobes. How far was his wife going to take this charade? he wondered.

Not saying a word about the situation in front of the boy, his grand father waited until they had gone to bed, then broached the subject with his wife. Even though the situation seemed to have improved Jesse’s relationship with Jill and Jennifer, would Jesse want to continue dressing in girl’s clothes? And what would their younger daughter think when she found out about Jesse’s activities? The discussion got interrupted by his wife’s hand grasping his penis and playing with it so that he soon had other matters to consider. When she had screwed him into an exhausted state, the two drifted off to sleep.

Jeese had a dream that night. His cousins and he were playing house and they had started calling him Jessica instead of Jesse. Remembering the dream when he awoke, he thought he would ask if he could be called Jessica instead of Jesse when he was wearing girl’s clothes. It seemed to fit better. He removed the night shirt he was wearing, then started to get dressed in the tee shirt nd shorts again, but then he thought about where he was going that morning, and instead dressed in one of the short dresses. Of course, he put on a camisole and panties first. Just as a girl would.

Jesse left his room and went to the door of his grand parents’ room, but stopped short when he heard noises coming from it. Peeking around the edge of the door, he spotted the two of them with his grand father standing behind his grand mother who was kneeling on the bed. Thinking that the sounds his grand mother was making indicated some pain, Jesse started to run in and tell his grand father to stop hurting her.

But Jesse heard his grand mother’s sudden voicing that told her husband to ram it home like a stallion because she needed to be bred like a mare. That stopped Jesse from entering, for he had seen a stallion mount a mare. Just that summer on a nearby ranch. He pulled back away from the doorway and just listened, until the two had completed their coupling. Then Jesse quietly went to the kitchen to wait until they came downstairs.

When his grand mother came down first, Jesse asked if she was really was a mare, in total innocence. "Why child, what makes you ask that question?" Jesse told her about hearing what was going on in their room, and that she had said that she needed to be bred like a mare.

She had to laugh, at the same time realizing that her grand son had at least been an audible witness to their love making. Possibly even an eye witness. She would have to make sure the door to the bedroom was tightly closed in the future. So she explained to him that men and women did do things together, similar to the horses. But people did it because they wanted to show how much they cared for one another. "We call it ‘making love’ to each other." she explained.

"Does it hurt?" Jesse asked.

"It is a very special feeling, which people enjoy very much. Why did you ask if it hurt?"

Jesse explained that it sounded like it hurt because of the loud noises they had made. "Oh, no, it doesn’t hurt. But the feeling you get is real strong, so you make noise as a result. When you grow up and get big enough, you’ll find out for yourself."

Jesse’s curiousity was satisfied at least for the present time. So he then told his grand mother about his dream in which his name was Jessica. "Can my name be Jessica instead of Jesse? At least when I’m dressed as a girl? I think it makes more sense, because Jesse is a boy’s name."

His grand mother thought it over while she started coffee and breakfast. Just then her husband came down to join them in the kitchen. So she told him about Jesse’s dream, and his request about the name Jessica. And that Jesse thought it made more sense when he was dressed as a girl.

His grand father looked at Jesse, sitting there wearing the light dress. He could see the outline of the camisole under the material of the dress, and the panties showing under the hem of the short skirt. Was the grand son actually wishing to be a girl? Or was his wearing of the dress because of the heavy teasing by his female cousins? In either case, the die was cast, for at least to the end of summer. In three weeks, his mother would return, and his life could return to normal. Only time would tell.

"Sure, Sport. When you’re dressed as a little girl, you can be Jessica. By the way, are you uncomfortable when a guy like myself calls you Jesse?"

"Only when I’m a girl." the boy answered.

"What about if a woman calls you Jessie? Even if they think you are a girl named J-E-S-S-I-E?"

"That’s okay. But I just like the name Jessica for a girl. Who ever heard of a boy named Jessica? Nobody will think I’m a boy if you call me Jessica. Then when I’m dressed like a boy, Jessica can be another girl cousin of mine and my name will be just Jesse."

Such wisdom from the mouth of a baby!

His grand father said, "Makes sense to me, Jessica. I’ll try to remember. I suppose that if I were a woman, I could get away with calling you Jesse when you’re a girl though. So if I forget, you can put me in a dress too. But I’d make an ugly figure of a woman."

Prophetic, perhaps? Jessica’s grand mother laughed at the idea, but tucked it away in her mind.

But he’d have to wear a maternity dress. Hmm, she thought, Jill’s mom might have a couple left from when she was pregnant, and she was a large woman, as tall as her father. She’d have to call her daughter about it if her husband had a slip of tongue and miscalled Jessica’s name.

After breakfast, her husband went to feed the cattle while she started getting Jessica and herself ready to go to church. She was first in the bath, with Jessica to be next. But then she realized that her bath water had bath beads in it and the scented oils would make both she and Jessica smell very feminine without being too strong. So she called Jessica into the room and had her strip and jump in the tub with her. She washed their hair and put conditioner on both, then rinsed their heads. The two of them dried off and wrapped their towels around themselves just under the arms. Jessica’s towel went down to the ankles, while her towel only draped to a point just below her pubic area because of her ample breasts.

They had finished just in time, for her husband came in just then and started his bath. It took a while to dry Jessica’s hair and style it. She brushed Jessica’s longish hair into a feminine shape and added some hair clasps to maintain the style. She put clear nail polish on his finger and toe nails after trimming and shaping the ends. Then it was time to do her hair while the nail polish dried.

She selected a bra and panties to wear and put them on. Slipping a dressing gown on, she led the young boy down to his room to get him dressed. Selecting a light green dress that had lace on the bosom and hem was easy enough. It would be cool enough for the day. Then she selected a nice camisole that had matching panties. Both had a great deal of lace trim. After finishing the selection of ankle socks and the matching purse and shoes, Jessica appeared again as the clothing hid Jesse’s boyish parts. She checked the small ear lobes for any sign of bleeding and swiveled the studs in the recent piercings after cleaning the holes with alcohol first.

After she and her husband dressed, Jessica watched as the grand mother applied face powder and a minimal amount of make up to finish her look. "Can I wear make up too?" Jessica asked.

She sat Jessica at her dressing table and applied the merest hint of rouge to highlight her facial structure, and put a very light shade of pink lipstick on the lips. Then the tube of lipstick was placed in the small purse Jessica was to carry. Everyone was then ready and they made their way to the car.

Just as they were opening the car doors, a cab turned into the long driveway and came up to the rear of their automobile. A cab door opened, and out stepped Jesse’s mother. After the cab driver pulled her bags out and had been paid the fare, she came over and hugged her mother and father, and asked who the cute little girl was, looking intently at Jessica, as if she should know her.

Jessica ran to her mother and exclaimed, "It’s me, Mom. I’m Jessica today! What do you think?"

Astounded at her son’s appearance, she nevertheless bent and picked him up in her arms. "Why are you dressed this way, darling, and why are you Jessica today?" Jessica’s mother looked at her own mother with a quissical look.

Jessica’s grand mother told her daughter that it was a long story. But explanations could be made while they drove to church. If they hurried and put the bags away, they could just make it on time for the services to start.

Jessica sat in his/her mother’s lap in the back as they drove, getting hugs and a few kisses during the drive. Meanwhile, she was filled in on the happenings that had led to Jesse wearing girl’s clothes. Jessica’s mother looked at her son closely, and could see the beautiful girl instead. "Oh, darling, you are an absolutely gorgeous girl. Has anyone told you that?"

After the services, Jessica’s mother related to her parents how her business had been concluded earlier than expected. And quite successfully, for the account had grown to become one of her larger accounts during the trip. Indeed, it would require that she make several trips soon to service the demands of the account, and Jesse might need to stay with them until around New Years Day.

Her parents answered that he was welcome. He could get his schooling with his cousins Jill and Jennifer, who were being home schooled by their mother. The only question was whether Jessica was to be attending, or Jesse.

 

 

To be continued in Part 4.

 

 

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