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A TS Dream Birthday

by

Paul G Jutras

 

As the sun shined in on his birthday morning, Luke pushed off Barbie comforter and pink bed sheets. The chill in the winter air sent a shiver through his body as he slipped out of bed in a white semi- transparent night gown. His red painted toes flexed as he made his way to the bathroom and sat down to pee.

As he went in to shower there was a knock on the front door. He heard his mother let in a man to read the meter and was glad to hear him go before returning to his room. He tucked his manhood away and slipped on a silky white panties and stuff a bra into a nice B cup. He then pulled out a freshly unwrapped pair of suntan pantyhose and slipped into a pink Barbie labeled snow suit and matching heels from his mother closet. He fixed his make up and grabbed a sled on the way outside.

Down at his grandparents store, they were enjoying a chilly morning nestled up with a warm fire and sharing a cup of cocoa with marsh mellows before opening the shop. They had just unlocked the doors when Luke reached the bottom of the hill to shoved the walk for them.

"Thanks for shoveling the walk, Lesley." Flo said with a smile. Without her glasses she couldn't see she was talking to her own grandson. "We're getting the shop ready for our grandson surprise birthday."

"You're welcome." Luke smiled as Flo notice Luke's heels and shook her head. "You can't shovel on a slippery walk in those. I think we can find you some boots to wear until you're done."

"Thanks, again." Luke snickered at not being notice. She stepped out of the heels and into the boots. She soon had the walk shoveled and began to drag the sled back up hill toward home.

"Oh, no." Luke suddenly realized when he got home and slipped out of his boots to realize he had left his mother shoes at his grandparents shop.

"Luke are you ready to go to your grandparent shop for your party?" His mother said as she walked into the room in a beautiful blue dress, black heels, and a nice necklace when the phone rang. "You're not going dress like that young man."

"Becky dear, is that you?" Her mother asked on the phone. "I was clearing room for the party when I found a pair of shoes your size. You must of left it here the last time you visited."

"Thanks, mom." Mrs. Carson said. "I'll pick my shoes up at my son's party."

After arguing, Mrs. Carson let out a sigh and finally gave up. Letting Luke to dress up in blue blouse, shorts that barely covered his hips, the panty hose he had on and three inch open toe heels that shoed off his polish toes. She figured with their eye sight as long as they saw shorts and not a skirt or dress on him that they wouldn't notice at thing.

As the door bell rang they entered the shop with it bright yellow and white curtains, table clothes and lamp shade decorations. Luke's grandparents though he must of been a real ladies man to have all female friends invited to the party.

After many games they had cake and ice cream and opened presents. Among all the presents Luke liked the tickets for him and his parents to go to Disney World Florida best. The perfect gift..

"You sure got a lot of action figures." George slapped Luke on the back after the party as he packed his new collection of Barbie dolls into his pink back pack and decided to wear his new Barbie snow boots home.

"Thanks grandpa." Luke chucked how he fooled them. He and his parents dropped all the party guests home before returning themselves. All Luke could think of was what he'd shop for when it came to his Florida trip. He'd needed some swimsuits and a lot of new outfits. The shopping is half the fun of any trip isn't it.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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