Tickles & Treats

by Angela Jane Muncey

part four:

 

At the end of part three Aunty announced that Malc had called asking me and 'the two girls' to play and there was another parcel from America. I shall now 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'!

"Why are you wearing girls socks?", said Malc. I had seen my rather nerdish young pal coming up the garden path and had no chance to change my white ankle socks, but at least I didn't have the dress on. Jane had disappeared like a flash as she couldn't stand him. "And where's Jane and her friend?" I muttered something about Jane seeing her friend off at the station but he kept on about the ruddy socks.

"I suppose white's not too bad. A boy at my school wears pink ones but he's a bit of a sissy anyway. But why are you wearing them.?" I muttered that I liked them 'cos they were cool for the summer. I tried to distract him by showing him how I had adjusted the gears on my new bike.

"My Dad thought it was you with Jane on your bikes, but Mum said you wouldn't wear a dress; would you? Dad said he wasn't so sure." I gave him a light punch and said of course not, but underneath I knew it would remain a suspicion. Malc's dad was a headmaster at a Tech and he was often remarking to my Dad that I was a bit of a sissy for not playing sports. The fact that I went to a private school compounded his view of me.

Just then Jane appeared. "Come on Mike, we've got to get ready your Mum said." I knew she was rescuing me but Malc hung around staring at her sandals and socks identical to mine. He eventually slunk off as he at last saw he wasn't invited but I knew that wasn't the last of his prying and his dad's suspicions.

We were to go to the pictures (cinema). It had started raining quite heavily so Jane wore her shiny school Mac with a hood. I only had my navy gabardine one that was pretty useless when it poured as it was. Mum had a brainwave, "Jane can wear that old pink one your cousin Brenda left behind and you can use hers. It's made for a boy or a girl and I sure you won't mind Jane." Jane agreed and I was thrilled.

My cousin Brenda had left behind that pink mac when she visited the previous year. It was a pink cotton affair with a hood and a rubber lining; a typical girls street mac of the day. It had been hung on a hook, behind my bedroom door by her Mum, when they borrowed my room for the night.

I had been so fascinated by it that one night while all were asleep I tried it on. It felt so good I took off my 'jamas and put it on again. I slipped into bed wearing it and unfortunately fell asleep. I woke early with a start hearing my dad rattling tea cups downstairs as he got ready for work. I leapt out of bed, took it off, pulled on my jamas and jumped back into bed. I looked at the mac to see to my horror that it was very creased. I pushed it behind the door pretending it had fallen down. There was an inquisition from mum as to how it was so creased but I professed innocence, not that I was believed I'm sure.

I put on J's lovely mac and my wellies and off we went to the bus stop. This was stage one of getting into Jane's school uniform that was tantalisingly hanging in my wardrobe. I could hardly concentrate on the films and certainly don't remember the titles of the main or the supporting B picture. I was revelling in my lovely shiny mac which I insisted on keeping on through the evening. Jane whispered in my ear that I looked good in her school mac and I should try the rest of the uniform. Mum shushed us to be quiet but I'm pretty sure she heard because she said, on the way home in the bus, while reminding us about the Church social next week, that Jane's old school uniform would probably do me for the fancy dress parade. Jane was delighted and suggested I try it on as soon as we got home but Mum said it was late and tomorrow would do.

I was a Wolf Cub then and soon about to go up into the Scouts. I loved the camping and knots and things but above all I loved the shows we put on to raise funds and of course the Church socials with their fancy dress parades! Being a bit of a thespian I was also a junior member of the Church drama group and a little later the local Amsoc The Green Room Club. At one concert I got together two pals and we did a mimed Andrews sisters number. It was a wow with the audience and I was tickled pink (as it were!) when my pals complained that it was all too easy for me to look the part. I made sure that we had plenty of rehearsals, all in costume of course.

Anyway, back to Jane and me. After breakfast the following morning Jane said it was time to try my uniform on. Mum was a bit shocked saying that she was only teasing last night and surely I didn't want to be a girl in the fancy dress parade again. I blushed and was rescued by Jane who said, "Of course he does." Mum said she would decide when she saw what I looked like. We rushed up stairs and I quickly shed my 'jamas while J got out the uniform. I popped into the bathroom to put on the navy nicks and the vest , then pulled on the school blouse J held out. It did up the girls way of course and had long sleeves and a sort of rounded collar. Then a tie and, joy of joy, the gymslip that had a tie sash with tassels, then the knee-high white socks and shiny black maryjanes. To finish it off on went the school hat. I felt so good I was weak at the knees and still do when relating the event.

"My goodness,' said Mum, 'I really don't know what we're going to do about you my g' er - lad." I was puzzled. I was having fun, J was loving it and I looked pretty good I thought. Mum smiled and said, "Oh well, I suppose no harm will come of it. Come on you two we're going shopping, get changed." She went downstairs while Jane and I giggled over the uniform. " You really do look like a schoolgirl', she said, 'I'm sure you'll win." I was reluctant to change but Mum called up for us to hurry. I took off the uniform but kept on the undies. I desperately wanted to wear something else girly but J said it was better not to. We helped get my baby sister ready in her pushchair and set off for the shops.

When we got back from the shops we walked past Malc's front garden where his Dad was trimming the hedge. He greeted Jane and said how nice it was to see her back and hadn't she grown and all that stuff. Then he turned to Mum and said, " You know Grace I could have sworn it was young Mike here bike riding in a dress with her the other day. I thought he was rehearsing for another of his girly parts." It was typical of his snide remarks about me to Mum and Dad. Mum, bless her, took it in her stride, "No Alan, but that's a good idea for the fancy dress parade next week", and walked on.

Nothing much more happened for the next two days until J announced that she was bored and wanted to go for a bike ride. We decided to go back to Elmstead woods and make camp there. There was a spot where you could make a picnic fire and I had promised J to show her how to make dampers. Dampers are a Boy Scout thing where salty dough is wound around a green stick and roasted over a fire – they're jolly tasty actually.

I reminded J to wear a skirt as she had promised and we set off with sandwiches, some flour and salt in a hanky, a box of dad's matches and a bottle of Tizer. We rode up to the woods, hid our bikes under a bush and played around for a bit until we tumbled hot and sweaty into a grassy hollow under a tall Elm tree. J immediately went to the attack and I was rolling around giggling my head off in a serious Tickle game.

Jane was clearly the winner and called the shots. I had to strip off completely while she walked all around inspecting me. Then she got undressed too and put on my clothes. I started to eagerly don hers but she stopped me saying I had to do what she wanted as she was the winner. "Do a pee pee', she commanded. I didn't need asking as I was bursting but like last time she took charge and sprayed me around like a hosepipe. My little willy began to stiffen a bit but I really had no idea why and felt a bit scared. I quickly pulled on her clothes including her cute little German skirt that had a built in broidery anglaise underskirt, peasant blouse top, my own white ankle socks and her white sandals.

We set off to the fireplace to make dampers. I set about making the dough, which looked a bit odd mixed with Tizer, gathered some green sticks off the tree and wound the salty dough around. I was showing J how to hold them near enough to the flame to cook without burning when a couple of groundsmen from the golf course nearby rode up on horseback. They watched us for a bit then asked us our names.

I was desperately half hiding behind Jane. "You lad', he said looking at J, 'what's your name?" Jane bless her didn't miss a beat. "Mike, and this is my cousin Jane."

"Well see here,' he said, 'you two are too young to be mucking about with fires in the wood without adults. Still you're obviously having fun. We'll be back in five minutes when I want to see the fire out, no mess and you two on your way home or we will report you to the police."

My heart had been doing double somersaults from being caught and thought of as a girl but at the mention of police I nearly wet myself. They rode off as we bundled up our stuff and cleared up the fire, which we wee'd on to put it out. Then they were returning, meaning I had no chance to change clothes with Jane. We retrieved our bikes, shouted bye to the men and rode off.

We rode up the back road to the house hoping to goodness we wouldn't bump into the neighbours or Malc. And as you guessed there was Malc coming out of my back gate. He started to speak then stared at the pair of us. "So it was you in the dress,' he smirked as only he and his family knew how, 'just wait 'till my Dad hears about this." We tried all ways to stop him telling his Dad, we even offered to give him half our pocket money, but he was enjoying the power too much until Jane said that if he did tell she would beat him up next time she saw him. That gave him pause. He hesitated but J grabbed his wrist giving it a 'chinese burn' as a taste. He reluctantly agreed but I could tell that as soon as Jane went back to school he would be tittle-tattling about me.

Fortunately Mum was visiting a neighbour and Auntie was out, so we sneaked in and quickly changed into old shorts, T's and plimsolls. I felt quite wobbly after what had happened and told J that we had better be more careful for a bit.

Apart from a couple more occasions of T&T when the family were out, we kept our heads down waiting for the fancy dress event. Jane couldn't decide what to wear but eventually settled on my school uniform and of course I was going in my 'red velvet dress'. We had a couple of try outs but Mum wasn't too happy that I wear the same costume as before so she brought up the idea of J's uniform again. Out it came and I enjoyed a few hours 'getting used to it'.

On the day of the social I woke up early and had lovely long bath joined by Jane when she heard the tap running. We washed each other's hair and dried off in thick warm fluffy towels. I was going to put on my costume there and then but Mum said it would get mucky. So, Mum curled my hair as she dried it and gave strict instructions to keep clean and out the way of Malc and family. I needed no telling. Jane suggested we wear the check wool dresses that had come from America, socks and sandals and go to the library for books. Mum sadly embargoed this saying that sure as eggs I would bump into someone we knew and anyway my library ticket was for a boy. So we sat and played board games then J wrote to her parents while I helped Mum in the kitchen to prepare cakes for the evening.

Next time I will tell how T&T backfired on us when J became too interested in my willy, the fancy dress parade, the American parcel and the remaining adventures before Jane's parents came to stay which put paid to my fun in a big way.

Angela Jane Muncey

  

  

  

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