Tickles and Treats

by Angela Jane Muncey

 

Part three: Readers will recall my earlier tales of 'tickles & treats' played with my cousin Jane. And for those very observant ones, yes, her real name was H*. All that I shall relate here and in parts one and two is true and came to pass in my home town of Bromley Kent when I was between the ages of about 9 and 11.

 

Jane was due to arrive to stay with us in the spring. Her Mum and Dad were to send her alone from Germany where they were stationed, to be met at Harwich by my Dad. I desperately wanted to go too but Mum insisted it was too far and anyway I had to help prepare the house. I could hardly concentrate on anything as I daydreamed of the wonderful T&T games we had played and of sharing with Jane all the exciting times I had had at the fancy dress social and being dressed as a girl by Mum and Aunty.

When at last J arrived she was her usual boyish shorthaired self but to my delight wearing her gymslip, school hat, shiny raincoat, knee high white socks and maryjanes, the uniform of the German school she attended. I knew that was an outfit I had to contrive to share with her. My own uniform at the time was the dull grey and green of the little private school I attended in Lee Green.

Mum decided it was getting late; Jane was tired from her journey and should get ready for bed. Aunty took charge and poured a lovely warm foamy bath to share. We were not shy at being naked together as we had had many baths together during past visits and of course during 'tickles & treats'. I was fascinated to see that she had just started to develop little buds of breasts while mine were still little pimples. I think I had got into my head by then that one day I would be a girl just like J. Her attention was riveted as usual on my tiny little 'pee pee' as she called it.

Aunty dried us off in warm towels and got us into our 'jamas. Mine were boring boys stripey flannel ones while J had pale pink silky ones bought somewhere on their travels and matching pink ballet slippers. I was instantly green with envy but dared not share my regrets.

Downstairs Mum had made a lovely meal of sausages and mash. We polished it off and as we were feeling a bit sleepy Dad carried us both up to bed. As a treat they let us share the spare room bed with strict admonitions – NO talking! It may seem strange now to share like this but we were only very young ten year olds and presumed innocent; which we were.

As we snuggled down in bed J started to tell me about all the wonderful things she had done in Benghazi including riding in the desert on her Arab stallion and eating sheep's eyes in a Bedouin camp! It seems they had taken her to be a boy, as they couldn't imagine a girl riding alone wearing jodhpurs. When they had asked her name the first one to pop into her head had been mine, Mike!

School in Germany it seemed was a bore. I said I loved her uniform as it was so much nicer than mine but she snorted and said it was perfectly horrid. She hated the gymslip and I was welcome to have all her uniform, as she would not be going back to school in Germany when Uncle returned to UK with Aunty Nell. My tummy squirmed at this idea and I began to wonder how I could not only keep it but also wear it.

All the while I could feel the lovely soft silk of her 'jamas. I plucked up courage and started to tickle her tummy, which I knew was her best spot. She responded and started to tickle my toes with her foot. The first to giggle or snort in our game was OUT. I was OUT!

"Take off your top". she whispered. We tickled again and again I lost. The next time I found her real tickle spot just on her belly button. She snorted and I claimed her pink silky 'jama top. And so it went on. Soon, after many snorts and giggles, we had swapped 'jamas. I lay there feeling wonderful in the soft pink silk as poor tired Jane fell into a deep sleep.

Just then Aunty came in to see if we were asleep. I lay still like a little angel hoping that A. would not move the covers. In the dark room she gave me a kiss on the forehead saying, 'night night Mike', then to J, 'night, night Jane'. As she tucked us in she must have seen my pink top.

I heard her whisper to Mum outside the bedroom, "Mike's playing at being Jane again, he's wearing her pink top". Mum muttered something about, "Oh' Et., they're so sweet together, it's only a dress up game"

I was in seventh heaven in silky girls 'jamas and being called Jane. (Which name, by the way I adopted for girly me before my present wife decided I was an Angela Jane.)

In the morning we woke to hear Mum calling us to breakfast. We quickly changed back into our own 'jamas and ran down to a lovely plate of ham and eggs which Aunt Nel had sent to post war UK with J. Nothing was said about last night.

After breakfast we washed and changed into play clothes. I always wanted J to wear one of her skirts to play but she decided she was going to be a boy that day and wore my old shorts and top with fawn ankle socks and sandals. We were to go to Elmstead woods for a picnic on our bikes. I quickly decided that we would play some games that I would enjoy and stuffed into my saddlebag an old petticoat of Mums that I had hidden in my room under the floorboards for the past few years.

That petticoat or one like it has long associations with my passion to dress in girl's clothes. I have vivid memories of, when I was around three, hiding under Mum's bed and doing a little pee in the dust and cobwebs there. Her petticoat was hanging down from the bedside and I used it to mop up the pee. I don't recall any outcome or scolding at all. But to this day it is as real as if I were still there.

In the woods, which were quite deserted that morning, we climbed trees, played chase and the tumbled into our secret den under some bushes to play T&T. I said it was unfair 'cos she was in my clothes anyway but J insisted and soon we were as naked as newborn babes. She was fascinated by my 'pee pee' and wanted hold it. She said she especially wanted to see how Boys peed. I said I would show her only if next time we came she wore her skirt that I could try on. I stood up in the little clearing and peed a long spray in the air. J took hold of my 'pee pee' and sprayed it all around us laughing that it was such fun to be a boy. I then said it was her turn but all she managed was to dribble down her legs.

J wanted to play chase with no clothes on. I was a bit wary of this and produced my Petticoat feeling girl like as the soft silky material flowed around me. I wore it flowing in the wind as we chased around the deserted bunkers of the adjoining Sundridge Park golf course. Jane was as naked as the day she was born as she caught me and we tumbled in a sandy heap, my petticoat wrapping us together.

Then Jane looked hard at me and said, "You should be Jane and me Mike. In future that's what I'll call you"

When we got home we had lunch and went to the library to get books – my favourite pastime was reading in those pre TV days. On the way home I told J about some of my exploits when we had bought her clothes to send. She was fascinated and said she would ask Aunty and Mum to let me show her. I pleaded with her not to but she insisted.

After supper J announced that it would be fun to play dress-up. My heart sank and my tummy twirled! Aunty immediately perked up and started to relate our dress up evening. I tried to shush her but the family joined in and said it would be fun to show Jane. Even Dad said he had nearly fallen off the ladder when he saw me thinking I was J home early. With them all goading me, and my inner self-saying yes, I had no choice. Mum whisked me off to the bedroom, hauled out the red velvet dress, undies ankle socks and the red ballet shoes. She quickly brushed my hair and pinned on J's plait then applied a little makeup.

We entered to a round of applause. J was astonished saying it was a shame I wasn't a girl 'cos I was so much prettier than her in the dress. Mum then got J dressed in the ghastly long pants suit with shirt and tie I had for Sunday Church best. I felt good and I knew J did too. We sat there drinking hot chocolate and hearing all about Jane's time abroad and all the exciting times she had had. Life in sleepy Bromley seemed pretty dull by contrast.

Soon it was bedtime and I had to take off the lovely dress. As Aunty put it away in my wardrobe, Jane saw the other dresses there and we explained to her how they had come in a parcel from America and were really hers. She was not impressed when Aunty said perhaps we should both wear them to play in the morning. I blushed to my roots while J muttered something about not wanting to wear a rotten boring dress again. We had to sleep in our own rooms that night but I managed to keep on the panties and vest I had on under the dress. My dreams as you can imagine were sweet indeed!

The next morning I slept late and woke to the lovely smell of smell bacon, eggs and toast. I bumbled out of bed and went to see if J was awake. She was also just stirring. I tickled her out of bed and we both scrambled downstairs famished.

Mum said we were late sleepy heads and Dad had left for work already. What were our plans for the day? At which Aunty piped up –

"What about dress up? Remember last night when I showed Jane her dresses in your wardrobe Mike. Let's show her how you looked in one, you enjoyed it last time didn't you."

Now what can a boy say when cornered like that, especially as I had dreamed about it all night. Jane said she thought it sounded fun to which I replied OK but only if she would wear one too.

So we got dressed. They you will recall were in soft brownish wool with a small gingham like pattern. Regular girls best dresses in fact with puff sleeves, smocking on the chest and a full skirt. I still had my undies on, as Aunty keenly observed. We wore white ankle socks and our brown T-bar sandals. Mum fluffed up my hair so that it was very similar to Jane's short hair.

"There', cried Aunty and Mum together, 'Peas in a pod!"

We stood side by side in front of the mirror. Certainly you could see we were related and yes, I had to admit we did look like two eleven year old girls. Jane was astonished and said we should go to play as we were. Mum was a bit wary of the neighbours but Aunty pointed out that Number 20 were away on holiday, 16 at work and the snooty lot at 14 never spoke to us anyway! The only possible snag I thought would be if my young friend Malc might drop by as he did sometimes. I resolved to cross that bridge if it happened.

We went into the garden and thanked Jane for being such a sport. She mumbled that it was all good fun and she didn't mind really. We rode around the garden on bikes for a bit. She used my new one I'd had for my birthday while I got my old one going again. The feeling of riding a bike with the wind blowing up my dress was amazing. Jane rode to back gate shouting for me to follow.

At the back was a motor road use by trade lorries like the coalman. It went around the back of our houses in a wide circle, and then you could go onto the road and back up the other end. I was so carried away with the game I forgot all about my dress and rode like the wind to catch her up. As we rode past the end of Malc's garden I saw his Dad staring at us. I looked away and rode faster still, feeling a bit scared that he had recognised me. We zoomed along the road at the end and panted up the steep stretch back into the bottom end of the motor road again and into the garden.

Mum looked a bit perplexed. "What on earth have you two been up to? I've just had Malc's Mum on the phone saying how nice to see Jane back again and how sweet that she had a girlfriend with her. You two had better be more careful. Now go and put your play clothes on, we're off to the shops."

Jane eagerly changed into shorts and tee while I reluctantly did the same. But I did try to keep my white ankle socks and sandals on. Mum looked a bit askance but said we would miss the meat ration if we didn't hurry. So at least I had on panties and my adored white ankle socks still. Some boys in the queue kept staring at them and sniggered but Mum gave them a 'look', which shut them up.

When we got home Aunty announced that Malc had called asking me and 'the two girls' to play and there was another parcel from America. But that is for a further episode when I shall tell you how we got out of that jam and all about my girly parts in the Wolf cub shows and Jane getting very curious about my 'pee pee'!

  

  

  

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