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Texas Gal by C. Sprite copyright 1999 Prologue This is the story about a young boy who is forcibly introduced to cross- dressing and feminization, by his sisters, and their friends. It is involved, and detailed, as are our lives. If you are looking for a short, quick story, this isn't it. Chapter One A New Beginning "All right.., can I have your attention please, folks!" Mr. Robison shouted at the crowd assembled in the church parking lot. "Everybody who is going on the bus should board now. We will be leaving in a few minutes." People began to walk towards the door of the enormous, silver, couch-liner. At least it was enormous to me. At ten years of age (soon to be eleven), just four feet, eight inches tall, and about seventy-three pounds, my perspective of the world was a whole lot different than that of an adult. Feeling like the stranger that I was to all these people, and totally uncomfortable in this situation, I stayed on the periphery of the crowd as the bus slowly filled. It had been chartered to take my cub scout pack and their family members to a "western" theme park in upstate New York, from my home town in New Jersey. I had only been a member of the scouts for less than one week, and I did not really know any of the other scouts since none of them attended my school or lived in my neighborhood. Nor did I know any of the family members that were with them. My own family, like others who had decided to go at the last minute, were driving there in our car. I had begged my father to let me go in the family station wagon with him, my mother, and my three older sisters but he refused. He said that, by going on the bus I would be spending more time with my fellow scouts, and thus would more quickly establish friendships among them. I had only been to one "den" meeting with my "pack" and had not made any friends yet. As I climbed up the steps to the bus I felt incredibly lonely, even though I was surrounded by dozens of people. I walked down the aisle looking for a seat with one of my fellow cub scouts. I was hoping that I could find someone sitting alone whose name I remembered. The seat backs were very high and I could not see who were in the seats until I got right next to them. I quickly learned that all my fellow scouts had already paired up and I did not find a vacant seat until I got to the rear of the bus. In the next to last row, both seats were vacant on the right side of the bus; so I stepped sideways into the area in front of the seats and sat down on the green, vinyl-covered seat next to the window. Across the aisle was a young girl, that I would estimate at about age five, and a woman who I figured must be her grandmother or great-grandmother. The girl was in the window seat and was playing with a doll while the old woman had her eyes closed as if she was asleep. I could not see forward because of the seat heights so I stared out of the window. I should have been excited about the prospect of going to see the "Cowboys and Indians" at the "Dodge City" theme park, on this beautiful spring day in 1966, but I only felt miserable and dejected. The driver of the bus started the engine and closed the door. I heard a loud "whoosh" as the air brakes were released, and then the bus lurched as it began to move. For the next three hours I would be trapped in this behemoth. As the bus pulled out of the parking lot I could see the cars moving to follow us. I longed to be in my family's car where I knew that my sisters were talking and joking around. I sat back in the seat as the bus swayed and bucked while the driver wove his way through the traffic on our way to the highway, and I thought about the events that had led up to my being here today. I had never had any desire to join the cub scouts. My Father had "volunteered" me. Just eight days ago, on a mid-April Saturday morning, the three goddesses of fate had conspired to send my life along a new tangent, but not one that I would have chosen had I been given the choice. On that Saturday, Father had already left for work when I awoke. As a self- employed contractor, he always worked at least six days a week, and frequently seven. He built quality, single family homes at reasonable prices so he never lacked for customers. His business had been steadily growing and he poured back as much of the profits into the company as he could, in order to procure land and equipment to continue the business's expansion. I often heard him telling Mother how well things were going. She would comment that we could use a little more money in the house-hold budget and he would say that that will come soon enough. He wanted to stick with their plan for scrimping along now so that life would be good later. They always ended their financial discussions by reminding each other that they had four kids to put through college. We owned our own home, an older wood frame house on the edge of the city, although we kids would have loved to live in one of the new houses that Father was building for other people's families. There was never any question of our parent's love for us, although we were frequently disappointed when our friend's families got new cars and home items such as stereos and televisions, while we always had to do with the old things as long as they were serviceable. After preparing breakfast for her brood, Mother had gone grocery shopping with one of her friends. That usually meant an extended absence since they would invariably stop somewhere for lunch, and then coffee at her friends home when she drove her there and they carried in the packages. We kids never enjoyed the grocery trip and were relieved of having to go now that we were older; or at least now that my oldest sister was fourteen and could act as sitter for the rest of us. Judy, as the oldest, got the job of watching over us when required. Whenever we disagreed with her protectiveness, and control over our lives, we called her "Miss Bossy" but her decisions were never arbitrary or vindictive and she always tried to explain why she had told us to do something, or not allowed us to do something. We usually followed her orders without question since Mother had told us that she was "in charge" during Mom's absence. As "second mother", Judy was always the most serious of my sisters with her intensity increasing as the situation warranted. Mary was thirteen. I had always thought that all my sisters were beautiful, but secretly I felt that Mary was the prettiest. She shared the same light auburn hair color and brown eyes of the others but there was something about the way that her face lit up when she was happy that made you feel happy too. She smiled a lot more than Judy, probably due in part to her lesser responsibility in having to govern younger children. She could be more of a child herself. Susan was twelve. She, of course, was the baby of the family until I came along but I don't think that losing that position ever bothered her. Probably because of our closeness in age, Susan and I usually played together, while Judy and Mary shared other activities more in line with kids of their age. Susan was the prankster of our family. Her mischievous nature caused a seemingly never-ending chain of impossible situations in my life. All too often I was blamed for things that happened to me, while the architect of the event put on her most angelic face and escaped blameless. Aside from gender, my own appearance is not really so different from that of my sisters, with a few notable exceptions. There is little doubt that we are closely related, but while they share Father's hair and eye color, I got Mother's. My hair is golden blond and I have medium-blue eyes. In some black & white pictures taken when I was very young, it looks as if I was bald because of my very light hair color and because it was so very short at that time. Since then Mother had allowed it to grow out. With the advances in color photography and my longer hair, I now appear like a normal kid in our family pictures. Since the Beatles have changed everyone's perception of acceptable hair styles, my shoulder length hair now gets very little kidding from my friends at school. In fact, they tell me that they are trying to get their parents to let them grow theirs longer. I am quite thin for a boy my age, and Mother tells me that with my fine bone structure and straight hair, that I definitely take after her side of the family. At the parochial school, that I and my sisters attend, my slight frame and limited athletic ability means that when sides are being chosen for games, I am always one of the last to be selected, if I am selected at all. On those all too frequent occasions when I am the "odd man out", I usually just sit down and watch my classmates having fun. I have tried to infiltrate the activities of the girls a couple of times when they engage in things that I do with my sisters at home such as "jumping rope". But if the nuns see me with the girls, they immediately send me back over to the "boys" side of the school yard. Since the girls all wear knee length, dark blue jumpers over their white blouses, with a funny looking dark blue bow-tie that resembles a large ribbon, I stand out quite dramatically in my dark blue trousers, starched white cotton shirt, and dark blue school tie. Unless the "school yard warden" is involved with something or someone out of the line-of-sight of the activity I want to join, then I don't even try. But when I do try, I am usually welcomed by the girls, one or more of which might be one of my sisters. With Mother having left to do her shopping, my sisters began cleaning the kitchen and breakfast dishes and cooking utensils. As always they shooed me out of the kitchen while they did the "women's" work, but not before handing me a bag of trash to take outside to the garbage pails. After depositing the trash in an empty container and putting the lid back on to keep out the neighborhood dogs and cats, I re-entered the house and went upstairs to my bedroom, to read. I have a rather extensive library for a ten year old, and I use the books and novels them to escape the boredom of my normal existence, whenever I can. Because I spend all my spare time reading, my reading skills, and vocabulary, are well beyond what most kids my age have attained. As I re- read a novel that I had received for Christmas, I heard some commotion downstairs and went to investigate. Gina and Maria Marcoti, our neighbors, schoolmates, and my sisters best friends, had come over to visit and they were all about to start a game of Monopoly in the living room. The board was setup on the coffee table in the middle of the room and the girls were seated on the floor all around it. I asked if I could join and was invited to sit down between my sister Mary, and Gina Marcoti. Gina was the older of the two neighbor girls, being fourteen like Judy, while Maria was my sister Susan's age of eleven. My strategy in Monopoly was to buy everything that I landed on while my sisters tried to buy certain sets of properties in order to put up houses and hotels. After a number of go- arounds on the board, I had managed to collect enough property to be a spoiler for anybody trying to put together a set. Additionally, I had managed to purchase both Boardwalk and Park Place, a feat I only rarely was able to do. With the money that I collected in rents and by mortgaging most of my property, I was able to put hotels on Boardwalk and Park place. My sister Mary criticized my actions saying that now I would not be able to collect rents on most of my property and since I had very cash left I would be unable to pay when I landed on someone else's property and would be bankrupted out of the game. I told her that she should watch her own position because she didn't have much cash either. On her next move she landed on one of the squares that required her to take a card and do whatever it said. When she picked it up and read it she just out a small groan. She dropped the card on the board so that we could all read it. It told her to go to Boardwalk and pay any rents due the owner. This, of course, bankrupted her. As a ten year boy is prone to do when winning out over a older sibling I gloated a little bit and said, "HA!" At this point she said, "Ha, is it. I'll give you a ha." She grabbed me and started tickling me on my stomach and sides. As I am very ticklish, I started to thrash around. Gina had to grab my legs as a means of self-protection or I could have kicked her accidentally. With Mary holding and tickling me while she laughed, and Gina holding my legs and laughing, I guess that the other girls felt left out. But not for long. Before I knew what was happening, all five girls were working on me. Someone pulled off my sneakers and socks and I felt fingers ticking the soles of my feet, and since this is the most ticklish part of my anatomy, it sent me into a new frenzy of squirming and laughing. I guess that Mary decided that she wasn't getting as much of a reaction from her tickling as the girls at my feet so she grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it over my head and off of my arms and then with renewed vigor attacked my sides with her soft fingers. So there I was, thrashing and laughing as five girls tried to outdo each other in tickling my half naked body. Suddenly somebody grabbed the cuffs of my pants and pulled my jeans down and off of my legs. All at once everybody stopped tickling me. I stopped thrashing around and tried to get air back into my lungs. I suddenly realized why they had stopped tickling me when I heard Judy say, "Well, it looks like somebody forgot to put their shorts on this morning. Susan, run upstairs and get David some underwear, please." Susan jumped up and ran up the stairs. As I got my wind back, I felt myself beginning to turn crimson, Judy said, "Oh David, don't be embarrassed. Everybody here has seen you naked when you were a baby. Some of us even helped to change your poopy diapers. You don't have anything now, that we haven't seen before." Just then Susan returned and handed Judy what she had retrieved. Judy said, "Susan, I meant for you to get a pair of David's underwear, not a pair of my panties." Susan, always the prankster, replied that she hadn't specified whose underwear to get so she grabbed a pair from the first bureau that she got to. Judy said, "Well, since they're here we may as well use them. Here David, this will restore your modesty" and she slide them up my legs. Gina was still laying across my torso where she had been almost since the tickling had started and I was still physically spent. Mary was sitting on the floor near my head while Judy and Maria were sitting near my feet. Susan was standing a couple of feet away, where she had been since she returned from the bedroom that she shared with Judy and Mary. I asked if someone would please hand me my jeans. Susan said, "It seems like such a shame to cover up such pretty panties with those yucky jeans." Four female heads turned to look at her and then they started to giggle. Mary jumped up and said, "Come on Susan, let's see what we can find." I didn't understand what they were talking about so I ignored them and asked Gina to please get up off of me. She said, "Not just yet. I'm comfortable and I still have some tickling to do", at which point she, Judy and Maria started in on me again. They stopped tickling me when Mary and Susan returned carrying a bunch of clothes in their arms. I felt somebody putting socks on my feet and then shoes but I was still trying to get my wind back from the latest round of tickling and did not have the strength to try to see who was dressing me. Judy walked over by my head and said, "OK David, sit up." Gina moved off of my stomach and onto my legs so I could sit. When I managed to sit up, Judy said, "Put your arms out." I raised my arms over my head expecting her to put my tee shirt on over my arms and head but instead she said, "No David, I said put your arms out. Like, in front of you." Confused, I lowered my arms so that they were in front of me. Mary immediately pulled a padded training bra over my arms and clipped it in the back. It took me a second to realize what it was and that they were dressing me in girl's clothing. I looked around for the clothes that I had been wearing when I first came downstairs but they were nowhere in sight. Mary said, "Raise your arms up over your head, sweetheart." I refused and said that I wasn't going to put on any more girl's clothes. Gina giggled and said, "That all the excuse I need", and started tickling me again until I hollered, "OK. You win. Please just stop tickling me." Mary told me to raise my arms and I did so as soon as I could manage to sit up. She slid a full slip down over my arms. I was amazed at how soft and cool that it felt. Gina got off of my legs and I got my first look at the white satin panties that had been put on me. I also saw the white socks and black school shoes that had been put on my feet. Mary and Gina lifted me to my feet and the slip fell the rest of the way down, almost to my knees. Mary said, "Put your arms out in front of you again." When I did so she started to pull a blouse onto them. I pulled my arms back, but saw Gina start to come towards me, and quickly extended them again. Mary pulled the blouse on over my arms and buttoned it up my back. I knew that I could not stop them from doing whatever they wanted to so I gave no further resistance. Besides, I kind of liked the way that the panties and slip felt against my young hairless body. Next they told me to raise my arms over my head. When I did, they slid a school jumper over my head and after letting it fall into position, closed the full length back zipper. It seemed a little snug and then I realized that it must be one that Susan had outgrown. They then tied one of the silly bow- ties, that they had to wear every school day, around my neck. "There David." , Mary said, "Now you can join us in the school yard and Sister Mary Frances will never know that you are there." At this point all five girls started laughing and giggling. I smiled weakly and said, "OK. If you're done, can I get dressed now." Susan said, "But Davie, you are already dressed. And who said that we're done." Gina whispered something to Susan who immediately turned and ran upstairs. Gina then took my hand and led me to the kitchen. She had me sit at the table. Susan came back down and handed Gina a brush and a comb. Maria brought over a cup of water and over the next ten minutes Gina proceeded to style my hair with the aforementioned items plus a small supply of bobby pins. While this was going on, Susan was filing and shaping my pitiful finger nails on my right hand while Mary did the left. When they were satisfied that they had done the best that was possible, they applied a coat of polish. As they waited for it to dry they decided to do my feet as well. So it was that I received my first manicure and pedicure. They used the same polish on my feet as my hands. After a half- hour, they announced that they were done. Gina came back over and worked on my face for about five minutes. She smeared something all over my face and then powdered it. She told me to close my eyes and I could feel her doing something to my eyelids and the area below my eyebrows. She put something called mascara on my eyelashes, and finished up by telling me to pucker my lips. She then applied a coating of light red lip stick and said, "Voila." Judy brought over a hand mirror and handed it to me. I looked at myself but I no longer looked like me. Instead I saw a young girl staring back at me. Susan said, "She's so pretty that we can't keep calling her David. We need a new name for our youngest sister. Anybody got any suggestions?" The other girls all started suggesting names. Judy spoke up saying, "Since David's initials were "D.A." for David Alexander, we have to come up names that will not change her monogram." I had learned to keep my mouth shut and not resist after the last tickling episode but I was getting increasingly worried over their constant use of "her" when referring to me. Gina said, "How about Darla... Darla. Arlene?" Mary said, "No, it just doesn't sound right. How about Darla Anne?" Judy said, "I think that it's perfect. All in favor, say aye." Everyone, except me, said "yea". Judy said, "Motion carries by a vote of five to one." Walking over to me, she put her hand on my head and said, "I christen you Darla Anne Drake. That will be your name from now on whenever this group assembles." Gina said, "What shall we do now with our new girlfriend?" Maria said, "Why don't we hold a dance." Mary ran into the living room to put some 45's on the record player. Maria took me by the hand and led me into the living-room and said, "Miss, may I have the pleasure of this dance." I responded that I didn't know how to dance but she took my hand and pulled me towards an open area saying, "That's OK, I'll show you." Over the next two hours, one of the girls was my constant partner showing me how to do the latest dances. They worked in relays and in between working with me would dance with each other. Then Gina decided to show me how to slow dance. She was at least half a foot taller than I was and since she would be leading, she took the male dancing position and had me take the woman's dancing position, although I didn't even realize that there was a difference at the time. I was so intent on following her lead without stepping on her toes that I never gave it a second thought when she told me hold up my right arm and put my left hand on her shoulder while she put her right hand on my waist. As I started to get better with following her, she told me that when you found that special someone, the way that you hold your partner changes. She had me put both of my arms around her neck, and she put hers around my waist and pulled me in tight. She put her head down along side mine and pressed my head to her shoulder and we danced like that for several songs. I found it much easier to follow her lead when we danced like this. My sisters and Maria were giggling almost the entire time that Gina was slow dancing with me but I thought that they were laughing at my clumsiness and it didn't bother me. I was having such a wonderful time with all the attention that I was getting that I had even forgotten that I was wearing a dress. Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tender" song ended, and Gina and I separated. I thanked her for the dance, as all of my partners has instructed me to do, when I suddenly realized that everyone was staring behind me towards the kitchen doorway. There, in the doorway, stood Mother with her arms full of groceries. "Davie, it that you? What are you doing wearing your sister's dress?" All I could say was, "H..Hi Mommy." She walked over to the kitchen table and put the grocery bags down, then returned to the living-room. She came over to me and bent down putting one hand on my back and one on my chest. The padded bra that the girls had put on me must have been visually obvious but I guess that she wanted to confirm it., "Honey, what's going on?", she asked. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I figured that I was really in trouble now. I stammered, "The.. they dressed me up like this. I didn't want to but they tickled me and tickled me until I let them do it." Mother looked at my sisters and the Marcoti sisters and after a minute of thought said, "Girls, I'm ashamed of you. You should know better than to do this to your little sister. She's much too young to be wearing eye makeup." I couldn't believe my ears and Mother even had a little smirk on her face. She lifted the front of my dress and said, "My, what pretty panties you have on dear. I'll bet that they are really soft and comfy." I didn't know what to say so I just nodded. She smiled and said, "I thought so." By this time the tension in the room had dissipated as it had become obvious that she was not really angry. She said, "Gina, Maria, it's time for you to go home now. We have to start getting dinner prepared. Please don't mention today's events to anybody else since they could prove embarrassing." Both girls promised that they would keep it to themselves and after saying their good-byes, left for their home, a block away. Mom said, "Judy, Mary, Susan, pick up your records, put the Monopoly game away and straighten up this room. Davie, come into the kitchen with me." Judy said, "Darla, Mom." Mother turned back to her and said, "What did you say dear?" "I said Darla. That's what we named her. Darla Anne Drake." Mom scrutinized me again and after a few seconds said, with a mischievous smile, "Why that is a perfectly lovely name. I like it. OK Darla, come into the kitchen with me." I groaned. Now mom was calling me by a girls name. After we got into the kitchen I said, " Mom, can I go change now." She looked at me and said, "Oh honey, you look just fine. I'm not angry at you for having eye makeup on but I think that you should wait until you're older before wearing it out in public. Nice girls don't wear any until they are at least teenagers. No gentleman wants to marry a girl who has a reputation as a tramp, and I don't want any daughter of mine to ever get such a reputation. So no more eye makeup for at least two years, young lady. You'll thank me for being strict when you find the man of your dreams and he proposes. Now come over here so I can put this apron on you, I don't want you to soil your dress while you're doing your kitchen chores." I was dumbfounded. Here was my mother talking as if I was a girl. She must have read the look on my face because she came over to me, bent over, and said, "I always wanted to have another daughter and I love you for letting me have one for the rest of the day." Then she kissed me and hugged me and led me over to the panty where the aprons were. After putting the apron over my neck so that it hung in front of my dress, she tied the apron strings behind my back in a big bow. She gave me potato peeler and sat me down with a paper bag in front of me and showed me how to peel the potatoes. By the time that I had finished the pile that she had given me, I was getting pretty good at it. I had often watched Mother cook our meals but she had never involved me in the preparation before. She complimented my progress and gave me pile of carrots to peel. Showing off my newly learned skill I cleaned the carrots in short order. Then she gave me a stalk of celery that she had washed and a paring knife. She showed me how to slice up the celery and told me to go very slow and be very careful lest I cut myself on the sharp knife. When I was done she took the celery pieces and added them to the stew that she was preparing. She had cut up the potatoes that I had cleaned and she had diced an onion. While I was cutting the celery, she had browned the meat and the onion. She took me over to the stove and had me watch as she added all of the ingredients together, added the spices, and put the top on the pressure cooker. She explained how the pressure cooker worked and what temperature was best to use. She said that my sisters already knew all this and she was glad to be able to show me since we could never know when it might come in handy. Then she got that mischievous smirk on her face again and said, "Someday you'll find the right man and when he makes you his wife you'll want to be able to cook and care for him and your children. There's more to being a woman than just wearing soft and pretty clothes." By now I was getting used to these remarks and did not get upset. "OK, young lady, time to set the table while the stew is cooking." We got a tablecloth out of the pantry and spread it out on the table. She handed me dishes from the cupboard and I arranged them on the table. Then she gave me a silverware tray and I arranged the place-settings as I had always found them when I came to supper. I folded paper napkins and placed one next to each plate under the fork. She took glasses out of the cupboard and put them on the counter. I carried them to the table and put one in back of each plate. Then I got the butter dish from the refrigerator and put it on the table. I took a loaf of bread from the bread drawer and I placed it and the salt and pepper shakers on the table and then got the ketchup from the fridge and put that on the table as well. I started to take the milk out of the refrigerator but Mom stopped me, telling me that we wanted it to stay cold until mealtime. By this time the pressure cooker had been shaking it's pressure release cone for the correct amount of time, and Mom announced that the stew was almost cooked. She turned off the stove and said that we would wait until the cone stopped shaking so that the pressure reduced enough to get the top off. She told me to follow her upstairs. I was happy that I would finally be able to put on my own clothes. She led me into the bathroom, turned me around and unzipped the jumper. I raised my arms and she lifted it off. Then she unbuttoned the blouse and removed it when I held my arms out in front of me. I raised my arms for her to remove the slip but instead she draped a towel around my neck and shoulders and told me to bend over the sink. She removed all the bobby pins from my hair and turned on the water. After getting the temperature right, she wet down my entire head and then poured some sweet smelling shampoo onto it and worked it up into a lather and rinsed it off. She repeated the process and then announced that we were done. I straightened up and she patted my hair dry with the towel that had been around my neck. She went into my sisters bedroom and returned with a pink dress that I knew that Susan had outgrown because she didn't wear it anymore. She said, "Raise your arms dear." I whined, "Mommy, I don't want to wear a dress." She said, "Don't be silly dear, you can't eat dinner in your slip. Now raise your arms up, Darla Anne." I groaned, put my arms up, and she slid the dress down over my head and when it was in place, she zipped it up to my neck and fastened some kind of extra closure. She took each of my arms and buttoned the sleeves. I hadn't ever noticed before, when my sister had worn this dress, that each sleeve had five buttons at the wrist. No wonder it always took girls so long to get dressed. I looked down at the dress and noticed the details in the fabric. There were little flowers embroidered all over the skirt. Funny that I had never noticed that before even though I had seen my sister wear this dress dozens of times. Mother put a white belt around my waist and fastened it. She said, "It's lucky that you are almost the same size as your sister Susan. You will be able to use the dresses that she has just outgrown but that we haven't given away yet. " She went into her bedroom and returned with a brush, comb, scissors and some other things in a small basket. We went back downstairs and she told be to sit at the kitchen table. She again placed a towel around my neck and shoulders. She combed my long blond hair and then took the scissors and trimmed it in several places. She opened up the basket that she had brought down with her and began taking rollers out and rolling them into my hair. When it felt like there was no hair left on my head that wasn't being pulled out by the roots, she closed the basket and took a scarf out of her pocket and tied it over my head and under my chin. Then she carried her things back upstairs and came back down. She bent over me and put a very fine gold chain, with a gold cross, around my neck and closed the clasp. She pinned a gold brooch on my dress and took my right arm and put three loose bracelets on my wrist and a gold ring on my hand. Then she took my left arm and put a small wristwatch on my wrist. She said, "A girls' not fully dressed until she has her jewelry on. I'll lend you some of my things for tonight Darla Anne. Now that you've become a young lady you'll start to accumulate your own things." By now I was tired of hearing about how I was a "young lady" but I loved my mother dearly and I decided to go along with her little joke without further complaining because I knew it was a joke and that she was enjoying it. Mom then stood up and returned to her cooking duties. She took the pressure cooker off of the stove, carried it over to, and put it into, the sink. She explained that she always ran cold water over the top before trying to open it. This helped cool down the steam left inside and that it would open easier with the lower pressure. After removing the top and stirring the contents she placed the cooker back on the stove and put the top on to keep it warm. She got a large serving bowl out of the cupboard and placed it on the counter in preparation for putting the stew in it. Just then we heard the front door open signifying that Father was home from work. Mom looked up at clock and said, " Wonderful. Right on time. Remember Darla Anne, it's important to try to have a hot, delicious meal ready for your husband when he gets home from work. It will go a long way towards keeping him faithful and loving during all your married years. Also, always greet him with a kiss and a smile, even when your not feeling well. Make sure that you always look pretty for him when he gets home. It gives him a good reason to come home promptly when he's looking forward to seeing you. Remember what I taught you when you find that special man." I was now beginning to wonder if Mother had forgotten that I was a boy. I didn't say anything but I did roll my eyes. She couldn't see me because she was standing behind me checking my hair. Mom walked over to the living-room doorway and said, "Judy, Mary, Susan. Come to the table. Your fathers home. My sisters came into the kitchen and were shocked to see that, not only was I still wearing a dress but that I had put on a different dress and had my hair up in curlers. We all sat in our usual places. They didn't say anything but they were all staring at my hair and the jewelry that I was wearing. Father came downstairs and walked into the kitchen. Mother was at the doorway to greet him with the smile and a kiss. I had never really noticed before but I sure did today. Father didn't look very happy when he came into the room but as soon as he saw Mom, and she threw her arms around his neck, greeted, and then kissed him, I sensed that his entire mood changed. He slapped her on the fanny and I saw her hand sneak behind him where I think she pinched him. When they separated his face was lit up with a big smile. He looked over at us sitting at the table and said, "Hi Kids." Almost in unison we said, "Hi Daddy." He came over to the table and pulled out his chair. Mother had taken up a position behind her chair, which was right next to his, and she was watching his face intently. As he started to sit down, he noticed me for the first time since he had come in. He stopped in mid-air and stared at me. Then he stood back up. He looked at each of my sisters as if trying to see if anything was unusual about them. Then he looked over at Mother and I saw an almost imperceptible shake of her head. Father looked back at me and arched his eyebrows. Then he said, "That stew smells delicious hon, let's eat" and sat down in his chair. Mom went over to the cooker and emptied the contents into the serving bowl that she had set out for that purpose. She brought the stew back to the table and set it in front of Father. Then she sat down and we said grace, offering our thanks to God for the health and fruitful bounty that he had bestowed upon us. Father rose up from his chair and dished out portions of the stew as we passed our dishes to him. Mother had brought the milk to the table and filled everyone's glass. We helped ourselves to the bread and butter, passing them around the table so that each could take what they wanted. Father never said anything to me during the meal. The secret message that Mom conveyed to him in the blink of an eye kept him silent, but I did notice him surreptitiously looking at me when he thought my attention was elsewhere. When he had finished his meal, he turned to Mom and said, "Honey, that was absolutely delicious. You are by far the best cook in the state of New Jersey." She put on a hurt, pouty face and said, "Only New Jersey? " He responded by saying, "Well actually in the entire United States." She gave him another hurt, pouty look and said, "Only in the entire United States?" At this point he looked at her, smiled, and then she suddenly jumped while making a little noise, followed by a giggle. Fathers hands were under the table and I assumed that he must have pinched her for teasing him. She said, "Robert, not in front of the girls." He then gave her a look and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. As he straightened back up, she said, "Actually, I can't take full credit for tonight's dinner. Darla Anne prepared a good portion of it. She was very helpful in the kitchen today and I think that she learned a few valuable lessons in food preparation also." Father got a quizzical look on his face and he said, "Darla Anne?" My face began to turn beat red and Mother said, "Yes. Your youngest daughter, silly. But we can talk about that later." Father looked at me and mumbled, "Oh. Okay." Witnessing this interaction, I gained a new respect for Mother. She had always been so submissive to Father. He told her what to do, and she did it. But now I began to see how she manipulated his actions. Reflecting back on what I had observed over the years, combined with what she had told me earlier, and what I was observing now, I began to realize that she did do what he said without question, but that she got him to tell her to do only what she wanted to do in the first place. Father rose from the table and went into the living-room to sit in his favorite chair and read the evening paper. I had finished eating so I asked Mother if I might be excused. She looked at me and said, " Why Darla Anne, are you trying to get out of helping your sisters with the kitchen cleaning chores?" I was shocked and my jaw dropped. I looked over at my sisters and they were all smiling at me. Susan actually giggled a little. I had never had to do cleanup work before. That was woman's work. All I ever had to do was take out the trash. Mom said, "OK girls, lets get started." Judy went to the pantry and retrieved four aprons. She put hers on after handing one each to Mary and Susan who also donned their aprons. Then she stepped behind me and hung the last apron over my neck to cover my pretty dress and tied the apron strings behind my back as Mother had done earlier. Judy and Mary cleared the table while Susan put our small step stool in front of the sink and after stepping up, began to fill the sink with soapy water. As the dishes were scraped clean into the trash, they were put into the soapy water to soak. Judy removed the tablecloth and took it out the back door to shake out any crumbs, then returned and went down the cellar stairs to the laundry area. I knew that she would wash out any spots resulting from our meal, rinse the tablecloth, and hang it up to dry on a line in the cellar. Meanwhile, Susan removed my wristwatch, ring, and bracelets. She unbuttoned the sleeves on my dress and rolled them up my arm to my elbow. Then she told me to get up on the stepstool and proceeded to show me how to wash the dishes in the warm soapy water. She said that she would dry when I was finished. Mary was sweeping the floor and would then wipe down the counters and cabinets. As I washed the dishes and stacked them up on the sink sideboard, Susan wiped down the refrigerator, and then the condiments before putting then away. After I had washed all the dishes. I opened the drain and let the soapy water run out. I turned on the tap and rinsed the soapy dishes that I had stacked up, placing them in the drying rack as I finished each one. Susan came over and began to dry them and put them away. During all this activity, I had seen my parents go upstairs to their bedroom. For them to both go upstairs this early meant that they were going to have a private conversation. I suspected that it was about me. I figured that once they were upstairs, Father would lay down the law and I would be released from my feminine clothes. I was looking forward to removing the bra. I was not used to having anything so constricting on my chest. I have to admit, however, that the other clothes were softer and far more comfortable than my jockey shorts, jeans, and tee shirts. The sensation of the soft fabrics on my hairless body was intoxicating. I was no longer angry at my sisters for doing this to me, but the mores of our society told me that this was not right and that I must take off the feminine garments as soon as I was able. We finished cleaning the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. We knew that as soon as my parents came back downstairs, I would be out of the feminine clothes in a matter of minutes. My sisters all told me what I big help I had been and that they had never finished this quickly before. My sister Judy came over to me and gave me a big hug. She said that she loved me and that she was so glad that Darla Anne had come to visit with them today. She said that it had been wonderful to have a new little sister for today and that she would miss Darla Anne when she was gone. My other sisters came over and hugged and kissed me and echoed Judy's sentiments. With my sisters hugging and kissing me, and telling me how much they were going to miss me, I began to feel as if I was leaving my family. I actually began to feel sad about reverting to my male identity. Tears actually began to well up in my eyes when I saw my parents coming back downstairs. Father returned to the living room to finish reading his paper. Mother came into the kitchen and saw her four "daughters" embracing. She said, "Now what's all this about?" Judy spoke up first and said that she, Mary, and Susan were just saying goodbye to Darla Anne before she left. Mother said, "But Darla Anne isn't going anywhere." I figured that she meant that I would still be here once I had changed back to David. She continued, "Daddy has said that Darla Anne can stay until David returns on Monday morning." My sisters squealed with delight and began hugging and kissing me all over again. I responded to their enthusiasm without thinking and hugged and kissed them back. I no longer knew what I felt, or should feel. On one hand I wanted to become David again but on the other hand I wanted to stay as Darla because this had been the most wonderful day of my life. The attention that I had received from my sisters, the Marcoti sisters, and even from Mother had been overwhelming. While I had always felt loved in my home, I frequently felt a bit lonely when I saw the bond that my sisters shared. At school I was often alone during recess because of my limited athletic ability. But today I had not felt a moment of loneliness. My spirits had been high ever since I started playing Monopoly. Even while I was rebelling against being put in lacy undergarments and a dress, I was also reveling in the attention that was being paid to me. My fears of being punished by my parents for being found in feminine attire had not diminished my joy at being the center of attention. Susan grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs. She said, "Come on Darla Anne, I have a beautiful dress that I can't wear anymore. I want to see how it looks on you. I saw Mom smile and then Judy and Mary started giggling and ran after us. The four of us hurried up the stairs and we went into the girls bedroom. Judy, Mary and Susan shared a large room at the top of the stairs. It has a full wall of closets. I suppose that this would have been classified as a, "Master" bedroom on the blueprints. I have a bedroom right across the hall but it's only about one quarter the size of this one. My parents bedroom is at the end of the hall and is just a little smaller than that of the girls. Susan unhooked my dress's closure at the back of my neck and pulled the zipper all the way down while I unfastened the belt. She delicately lifted the fine gold chain that I was still wearing so that it would not get caught on the dress and then pushed the dress down over my hips until it fell to the carpet. The sleeves had still been unbuttoned from when I washed the dishes. Susan rolled the sleeves back down, zipped the dress, and placed it on a hanger. She attached the belt to the same hanger by putting the buckle over the hang hook. She said to me, "Always hang your clothes up right away Darla Anne so that they stay in top condition." She knew that, as David, I usually just tossed my clothes over the nearest chair. She told me to take my shoes off and then asked Judy if Darla could borrow her new heels. She lifted my slip up to my waist and put a garter belt around me and clasped it. Then she knelt in front of me and rolled stockings up my legs and attached them to the garter belt. When I rubbed my nylon covered legs together, the sensation traveled all the way up to the rollers in my hair. I could not believe how wonderful it felt. My sisters noticed immediately because the first sensation had caused me to suck in my breath and I actually trembled. Susan giggled and said, "Great, huh?" I could only nod my head. Mary told me to raise my arms and then lifted my slip up and off. Then she unclasped the training bra and removed it as well. I rubbed the area that it had been covering, glad to be free of it. But my relief was short-lived. Mary held out another bra and had me hold out my arms while she affixed it to my chest. Then she took some nylon stockings, filled the small cups and replaced the full slip that she had removed. Susan added a petticoat over the top of that and then another. Then she brought over a beautiful, creme- colored, taffeta, brides-maid dress that she had worn last year at the wedding of Gina Marcoti's eldest sister. As she held it over my head waiting for me to raise my arms, time seemed to slow down. I watched as the dress started to descend over my torso and I felt myself becoming giddy with excitement. The sensation of feeling the material glide down my body was almost more than I could bear. As it settled on the petticoats I suddenly remembered to start breathing again. Without realizing it, I had been holding my breath. I was feeling a little light headed but I wasn't sure if it was from holding my breath or from the excitement of wearing this beautiful gown. After the dress was zipped up, Susan held my arm while Judy told me to lift up my right foot. She placed one of her new shoes on it and fastened the ankle strap. It was only a little loose as she had such tiny feet. Then she told me to lift my other foot and as I shifted my weight into the shoe that she had already put on, I felt myself raise up four inches. After she finished buckling the strap I put my foot down and tried to balance myself. I probably would have fallen over if Susan had not still been holding onto me. With her help I started to move around the bedroom. Judy had taken position at my other arm and was offering me tips on walking in heels. Within five minutes I was walking unassisted. Mother came into the bedroom and beamed with delight upon seeing me walking around in the brides-maid gown and heels. She said, "Oh Darla Anne, that dress looks wonderful on you. I just got an idea. Judy, Susan, put on your matching dresses. Susan, put on your new prom dress. Fix your hair and faces girls, then come downstairs. Darla Anne, come into my bedroom. Oh, Susan, give me the gloves that you bought to go with this dress. Thank you dear." I followed her down the hall feeling wonderful with the new height that was provided by the shoes. Mom told me to sit down at her makeup table and she went to work on my face. First she removed the makeup that Gina had put on. Then, starting with a new foundation, she worked her magic on me to transform my face in ways that I would not have believed possible. She took the scarf off my head and removed the rollers from my hair. Then using a comb and brush she styled my hair, giving me bangs that fell to my eyebrows. She put gold clip-on earrings on me and took the delicate chain necklace, that I still wore, out from under the neckline of my gown so that it rested on the dress. She had me put on the elbow length gloves that she had gotten from Susan, and then put the bracelets and wristwatch, that I had worn earlier, back on my wrists. While she had worked on me she had reminded to sit up straight, cross my legs, and other little tips that I should know. Now she had me stand up and walk around the bedroom so that she could see the final results. She told me to take shorter steps and to place each foot in front of the other, and that, if I swiveled my hips a little I would have better balance. After a few minutes of practice, she told me to concentrate more on walking on the balls of my feet rather than the heels. She also told me that I was holding my arms out too far. They should be tighter to my body. She said to continue practicing while she checked to see how the other girls were doing. I had now become so used to being referred to as "her" that I did not realize she had said "the other girls" until after she had left the room. I continued practicing my walk while incorporating all of the tips that Mom had given me. She was gone for about ten minutes and by the time that she came back, I felt perfectly natural in the four inch heels. I wished that Gina was there so that I could try to slow dance in the shoes. Mom watched for a couple of minutes and then came over to me and hugged me. She said that it was always such a thrill to see a young girl learning to walk in her first heels. She added that I had taken to them like a duck to water. Most girls have to work their way up from low heels before they become as proficient as I already was with my first pair. She took me over to her closet and opened the door. She had a full length mirror mounted on the inside of the door and I got my first good look at myself. Prior to this I had only seen my face in the makeup mirror. I stood and stared at my reflection. What I saw was a pretty girl who looked to be about fourteen years old. For this special occasion Mom had violated her own rule and used makeup around my eyes. She must have known what I was thinking because she told me that it was OK because I would not be leaving the house looking like this. I turned to see myself from several different angles as I had seen Mom and my sisters do when they were trying on dresses while shopping. I could hardly believe that this was my reflection. Mom came over and said, "Yes Darla Anne, that's you in the mirror. You are a beautiful young girl. I just used the make-up to make you look a little older than your ten years, but the bone-structure of your face is all yours. I could not fake that. In a few years you'll have every young man in town calling you for a date. Remember all the things that I have told you, and will tell you, about how to be the perfect wife to your husband. A good marriage does not just happen. You have to work at it. You will have to suppress your own ego in favor of your husband's. You must be supportive and caring at all times unless your husband shows that he is not deserving of your support and care. Selecting the right man for marriage is difficult. Sometimes we women become infatuated with the wrong man. You can not always trust your heart alone. You must use your head as well. But when your head tells you that you have found Mr. Right, your heart must agree. If you're very lucky, you'll find someone as wonderful as your father. And remember, you must save yourself for your husband until you get married. Don't pay any attention to all this talk of free love that so we hear so much about these days. Love is not free. There are always prices to pay. No good man wants to marry a tramp. He may be willing to use a tramp for sexual release and gratification until the right girl comes along but he won't marry one. Will you remember all that I've told you tonight?" I said, "Yes Mommy, I'll remember." "Mommy?", I said. She replied, "Yes, Darla Anne." I said, "You remember that I'm a boy, don't you?" She laughed and said, "Of course I remember, darling. Through a innocent game that your sisters started with you, and with the consent of your wonderful father, you are being given a marvelous gift. You are being allowed to see what life looks like from the viewpoint of women. Until Monday morning you will live like, and be treated like, a girl. On Monday morning your father says that you must return to your true identity of David Alexander Drake. I hope that by that time I can teach you enough about what it's like to be a woman that you will be a better man for the experience. I know that what you learn this weekend will stay with you for your entire life. So,. since your father has consented to this, until Monday morning you are officially a young lady; and until then I'm going to treat you just like I treat your sisters. The things that I tell you are the things that I have told them. The things that I show you are the things that I have shown them. I can't compress thirty-four years of experience into one weekend but I'll teach you everything I can in that time. We will do our best to see that nobody outside the family learns about your little secret; except for the Marcoti sisters, but I don't think that they'll tell anyone. Just enjoy the experiences and don't have any guilt about them since they're outside your control. Now give me just a minute to fix myself up a little." Mom sat down at her makeup table and brushed her hair. Then she touched up her face and pressed a tissue lightly between her lips after applying her lipstick. She went to her dresser and picked up a bottle that she referred to as an atomizer. Then she sprayed a small burst of perfume into the air and stepped into it. She called me over to her side and showed me how to hold the bottle so that I could duplicate her actions. I could smell her perfume on her, and in the air. I sprayed the atomizer, and stepped into the mist as she had. I was instantly enveloped in the fragrance. "Perfect", she said. "You are such a quick learner. Now, young lady, lets go downstairs." As we passed my sisters bedroom I saw that they were getting dressed. Mother told me to wait at the top of the stairs while she went down to the kitchen. She came back out with her camera and started giving me directions. "Now remember, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I want you to smile. Bigger smile. Now start to walk down the stairs. Pick up the front of your gown like I showed you and look down to see where your walking.. Remember to smile. Bigger smile. That's perfect Darla Anne... Now stop on that stair and look at me. Smile.. Bigger.. Put your left hand on the railing.. Turn a little to the left.. Now turn a little to the right.. Now start walking down again.. Beautiful.. Perfect.. Keep walking.. Big smile.. and look at the camera." All the time that she was giving me directions, she was snapping pictures with her Nikkormat camera. The flash was making me see spots. After I reached the bottom, she sent me up to do it again. And when I next reached the bottom, she sent me up a third time. When I reached the bottom stair for the third time, I needed a break from the flash. My sisters had finished getting ready and Mom now turned her attention to them. I watched them as they came down the stairs. They were all so beautiful in their gowns that any one of them, or all of them, could have been a fashion model. As I watched the graceful way that they descended the stairs, I hoped that I looked even half as graceful as they did. When Mom finished with the stairway photos, we filed into the living room and lined up in front of the fireplace. Mom positioned me between Judy and Mary because we were all wearing matching gowns. Susan was wearing her new prom formal and mom positioned her on the left side. After every two shots we changed positions. Then it was time for the close-ups. Mom had us sit on the carpet with a footrest in front of front of us, for us to lean on. Mom had put a piece of blue velvet material on the footrest so that it resembled a photographers model bench. Next came several shots of each of us sitting on the velvet covered footrest. Mom would have us pose in all sorts of positions such as looking over our shoulder, or with our heads and eyes raised upwards. While she was shooting one of us, the other girls would be looking through magazines for ideas for interesting poses. Father had awoken in his easy chair and was sleepily watching us from his reclined position. Susan leaned over to me and told me to watch everything that she did, very carefully. I watched closely as she went over and sat on his lap, and gave him a big hug and a kiss after saying, "Hi Daddy." He was busy watching what Mom was doing and absently said, "Hi sweetheart", and kissed her on her forehead. He put his arms around her and pulled her down to cradle her against his chest. She snuggled in his arms and laid her head on his shoulder with her forehead resting against his cheek. She then asked him if he would pose for Mom. He replied that he was not dressed properly to have his portrait taken. She said, "OK Daddy" and climbed up off of his lap. She came over to me and whispered, "Did you watch me closely?" I nodded and she said, "OK, now you." I just looked at her, and then I saw that old mischievous look that I had come to know so well. That gave me the courage to do it. I got up and walked over to his chair. His attention was still fixed on Mother's picture shooting so he did not pay any particular attention to me. I climbed up onto his lap as I had watched Susan do and gave him a big hug and a kiss after saying, "Hi Daddy." He said, "Hi sweetheart" as he put his arms around me and pulled me down to cradle me against his chest as he had done with Susan. He absently kissed me on the forehead as I snuggled in his arms and I put my head on his shoulder with my forehead resting against his cheek. As I laid in his arms, I tried to remember the last time that he had held me. It had been so long that I could not recall it. Men did not embrace other men in Father's world. I was enjoying Father's embrace. I could feel the strength in his arms that was the result of his construction work. Suddenly I heard Mother say, "Darla Anne, come over here and stop bothering your father." Father said, "She's not bothering m.....DARLA ANNE?" I gave him a big kiss on his check leaving a lip stick mark there and got up off his lap. Mother said, "Oh Darla Anne, now your smeared your lips. Susan please get the lipstick from my bedroom and fix your sister's face. Thank you honey." I looked over at Father. He had his eyes closed and would have appeared to be asleep if it had not been for the way that his jaw was clamped so tightly shut. I was sorry now that I had played the little joke on him. I had not wanted to hurt him. Mother, as always, immediately understood Father's mood and decided to get me out of the room to defuse any potential problem. She was currently taking pictures of Mary, and Susan had left to retrieve the lipstick so she said, "Judy, would you take your sister out into the hallway and help her practice her walking and deportment." Judy said, "Of course Mommy" and, taking my hand, led me out of the room. Judy had me walk back and forth, the length of the hallway, a few times. Susan had come back downstairs with the lipstick and I stopped so that Judy could touch up my lips. She said, "Now pay attention Darla Anne, you have to learn to this for yourself. Your sisters won't always be around to put on your makeup." I watched carefully in the hall mirror to the way that she held the lipstick and applied it to my lips. Then she gave me a tissue to blot any excess. When she was done, Susan came over to me smiling, hugged me, and said in very low tones, "Oh Darla Anne, that was priceless. I thought that I was going to pee my pants when Daddy realized who he was holding." I smiled back but Judy, always our "second mother", scolded us. She said, "That was terrible. You should not have embarrassed Daddy that way. Susan, haven't you learned ANYTHING from Mother. It's OK to do things like that to friends our own age but as young women, we must never embarrass our parents, boyfriends, or husbands. They occupy a position of authority and such actions will undermine the sense of respect that we must maintain in these relationships. Don't forget that respect works both ways. When we give respect, we receive it as well. If that respect is lost, then the relationship could be damaged or even destroyed." Susan rolled her eyes and said, "Oh boy, you've been spending way too much time with Mother." Judy ignored her and turned to me. "Now Darla Anne, I want you to walk back and forth some more. I think that you are doing wonderful with those high heels. Much better than I ever would have expected given the short time that you've been wearing them, but you're holding your arms a little bit too far from your body. It looks like you're trying to balance yourself on a tightrope. Pull your arms in and glide into each step. Put your weight on the balls of your feet and try to place each foot directly in front of the last. Now concentrate and walk." After several trips she said, "Pretty good but your arms are still a problem. Here, try this. Put your hands together. No, don't interlock your fingers, just lay one hand on top of the other with both palms facing each other. Good, now relax, with your hands no lower than your waist and your elbows at your sides. Good, but relax a little more. Pretend that your holding a small bird in your hands and you certainly don't want to crush it. Now walk back and forth." I continued to walk the length of the hallway for the next ten minutes with Judy offering praise at times and tips for correcting me at others. Then she said, "OK, time for a break." I was relieved to hear those words because my fe