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Sorting Out Part 2: Halloween 1970
By Margaret Rene Claire
I was in 6th grade and it was October. My friends and I still
thought it was fun to wear costumes to school on Halloween, and
that year I went as Frankenstein. I wore a black checked heavy
wool lumberjack shirt stuffed with rags to make me look real
"thick", black pants, and my black US Army paratrooper boots. I
had a plastic Frankenstein monster mask, and wore a cutout box on
the back of my head to make my head look square. When I got back
from school around 4:30PM I was in the costume and ready to go
out trick-or-treating with some friends around 6:00 PM.
Around 5:30, Eddie and Danny came to my house in their costumes.
I was so shocked to see they were both dressed as girls. Eddie
said it was his sister's idea that afternoon after school, and
Nicky said his mom got his stuff together from his older sister
Amy's things. Ed was in his sister Sharon's clothes. She was one
of the best looking girls in the junior high. Ed was wearing a
blue party dress...long-sleeved satin...and I could see bra
straps through the very thin fabric on his shoulders, and he had
really stacked the bra to the max (it didn't look very
convincing). He had on dark blue pantyhose and black patent
leather heels, a wig and lots of make-up. Danny was in a red
jumper with a pink cotton blouse underneath, red tights, black
shoes, and his hair (which was already really long) was in
pigtails on each side of his head tied up with bows of red
ribbons. He had no padding to have a girl's chest. This was the
first time I had ever seen any guys I knew dressed in girls'
clothes. I immediately thought about how much dressing up I had
been doing over the last 6-7 years.
I was in my Frankenstein stuff and we walked over to Nicky's
house. When his mom opened the door she said something like, "Oh
my, don't you girls look cute", and check out the Frankenstein
monster. Nicky wasn't ready yet so me and Ed and Danny went
inside and waited in the hallway. But after looking at Danny and
Eddie she looked at me and said, "So, aren't you going to wear
the same costume, because you could all go out as a group of
girls tonight". Right then all eyes turned to me and I started
thinking how much I wanted to change out of my Frankenstein
costume and go back home to the basement and put on one of the
outfits I used when I dressed up. But I was very anxious about
what it would be like to be out of the house dressed. I wanted to
say something that would make it look like I would never in a
million years even entertain the idea of dressing up in girl's
clothes. That made me wonder if maybe Ed and Danny also liked
dressing up in girl's clothes but were also trying to make it
look like they never did it before, or that they hated doing it
now. It was like I had to show an outward comment that "no guy in
his right mind would ever want to wear a dress....
Nicky's mom helped me out when she said something about me,
"Going back to my house and asking my mom to find something of my
sister's to wear." (Not knowing I already was doing that
regularly since I was 5 years old). So I played along and
pretended to look surprised. I looked at the other guys and said
I'd ask my mom for some help, to see if there was anything we
could come up with. I knew there were about a dozen outfits in
our basement that I'd tried on over and over again dozens of
times. In fact I knew I already had my favorite dresses, skirts,
and blouses. But outwardly I had to pretend that this would be
completely a brand new experience for me.
Just then Nicky came down the stairs. He was wearing a really
fancy and frilly white lace confirmation dress that had been his
older sister Amy's. It was about four layers of lace and satin
down below his knee with a long-sleeved lace top, and tied in a
big bow in the back at the waist. He had on white lace tights,
white shoes, and white gloves. But you could certainly tell he
was a boy. His black wig was not very real looking (it was one of
those polyester black Indian wigs with the braids on each side
that he bought at the local 5+10 cent store). But that dress was
something. He, like Ed, was fully padded on top (I don't know if
he had on a bra or not). I was really kind of shocked at how much
these guys were wearing and started to think about what outfit I
would put on when I got home.
We went over to my house and came in the living room. My mom was
watching TV and said something like, "My, my, well who have we
here? "I don't think I know these girls, you'll have to introduce
me," and she laughed. Danny and Eddie said they would head down
the hill to Danny's house and meet us on the basketball court in
a half-hour. Nicky stayed and sat on the couch. I remember he
looked very funny sitting there with his white lace dress spread
out on each side of him, and his white gloves and white purse (he
was very short and quite skinny). His dress and slips spread out
wide around him, and you could easily see the lace layers and
netting at the hemline.
My mom said something to me like, "Do you know which outfit you
want to wear from downstairs?" That was just enough for Nicky to
look up at me with the kind of look that made him wonder what
that meant exactly. Then my mom said I should go down stairs and
pick out all my things from the trunk and the garment bag. I was
sure Nicky was asking himself how I would I know what to get when
we supposedly just thought of this girl's costume about 10
minutes ago at his house. And I also could see that he was
wondering why my mom didn't come down stairs with me to help me
"try and find something". If he only knew the truth, that I knew
where everything was downstairs because I dressed up in girl's
clothes regularly.
So I went downstairs to the basement, opened the steamer trunk
and pulled out a pair of pink satin panties, the off-white garter
belt and tan stockings, the ivory-colored bra, and the white
stretch lace full slip. I was out of my other clothes in one
minute and quickly slid the panties on, fastened the garter belt
hooks, and attached the tan stockings. Then I hooked up the bra,
put a rolled up sock in each cup, and slid the full slip over my
head and smoothed it down. I went over and unzipped the light
blue garment bag, pulled out the black patent leather shoes with
the 1 1/2 " heels, and put them on. I am always kind of amazed at
how accustomed I had become to these clothes, like it was no big
deal. I mean there I was, an 11-year old guy, standing in
panties, garters, stockings, bra, slip, and heels going through
the various dresses and skirts hanging in the garment bag, trying
to make a choice to wear for trick or treating. I remember it
started to sink in that I was going to not only get dressed, but
I would be heading out the door and walking around town for
several hours, and knocking on doors and seeing all kinds of
people.
I picked a very nice yellow cotton dress that was stretch fabric
from the waist to the shoulders with long-sleeves, and an elastic
waist. The skirt portion was slim and fitted to just above the
knee, and it zipped up the back to a high collar with a small
ruffle around the neck. When I finished I went straight upstairs
and into the living room. Nicky looked really shocked to see me
dressed and then he said, "Wow, that was fast, how'd you find
stuff so quick?" Then it hit me that I had probably taken less
than 4 minutes to get out of the Frankenstein outfit and into a
well-coordinated dress, with matching stockings, and heels and
everything fit on the first try.
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Hold on, I'll be right
down," and called to my mom upstairs. I went up to her room and
presented myself, and she said that everything looked good. I
asked her about using her jewelry and stuff, and she let me wear
lots of her costume jewelry. I put on clip-on earrings, a
necklace, and matching bracelet. She did my lipstick and rubbed
some into my checks like blush, and gave me a spritz of perfume.
I wet my hair in the bathroom and toweled it down and parted it
down the middle with the bangs straight onto my forehead, and
then over my ears on the sides. I put a white plastic hair-band
above the bangs. My mom did a quick one-coat nail polish job and
downstairs I went. My mom gave me one of her shoulder-bags that
had yellow daisies embroidered on the sides (it matched the
dress), so that was my candy bag, and Nicky and I headed down to
me Danny and Ed.
I can still remember the feeling heading out the front door of my
house and down the steps and across the driveway into the street.
It was the first time I was ever outside the house dressed in
girl's clothes, and it was both exciting and full of
apprehension. It felt great and very fun, but at the same time,
what would people say and think about me when they saw me dressed
like this? That year, Halloween was pretty balmy...Indian summer
conditions, but it was almost dark when we left. I had no coat or
sweater (it was probably in the high 60's that night and very
breezy). Walking down the street in the fitted yellow dress,
hearing the heels on the sidewalk with each step, and feeling the
bra and slip and stockings underneath and the gentle tug of the
garters as I walked was all a very new experience and I loved it.
But I also was sure that everyone was staring at me, and that at
any moment someone would come up to me and expose me as a guy
with a problem and then ridicule me. But of course that never
happened. It was Halloween and I had the perfect cover for my
night outside the house in complete girls clothes.
We met the other guys at Danny's house. I remember sitting on his
porch bench with my legs crossed at the knee, looking down at my
bustline and my stockings and heels. I remember feeling the
breeze swirl under my dress and loved the feeling of the bra
straps and the slip underneath and the garters as I moved. We
walked around town going to houses and getting candy (and lots of
laughs at each door) until around 9:00PM or so. One of the best
comments of the evening was at the lady's house at the end of my
street. Danny and Ed had headed home and Nicky and I decided we
would finish by going up our street and ending at his house. My
older sister worked on Saturdays cleaning this lady's house. When
we knocked and she came to the door, she jokingly said, "Oh my,
look at the two nice girls" and asked who we were. Nicky
identified himself first and then I told her whose brother I was.
She smiled wide, laughed a bit, and said, "You know, I would
never know you were a boy...you could easily be your sister's
younger sister." There it was. The words that made dressing up so
much fun.
Being just 11 years old, I was only around 5 feet tall; I had
very skinny arms, shoulders, waist, and legs. My face was thin, I
had no facial or leg hair, and I had super-clear skin. I could
easily pass as a girl. And with the dress, a small chest showing
through up top, stockings on my legs, heels, and the make-up and
jewelry, how would anyone know otherwise. Well Halloween made
sure that everyone knew to look twice and realize I was not a
girl, but a guy in a costume. But I wanted to go out when it
wasn't Halloween and no one would be looking for a guy in a
costume. Then I would just be a young pre-teen girl in a pretty
dress with nice legs and a cute dress.
The evening ended with us going over to Nicky's house around
9:30PM, still in our costumes, counting and trading candy, and
watching TV. His mom was out at his aunt's house that night, and
when her car pulled up she came into the living room and did an
absolute double-take when she saw me. You could tell she wasn't
quite sure if it was a guy dressed up, or if it was a young girl.
Her eyes went wide when she saw me sitting on the chair in a
dress and she said something like, "My gosh, you look just like
your sister did a few years ago." Another confirmation made me
feel like I could pull this off anytime I wanted, but I knew
after Halloween came and went, that there'd be no way I would
ever dress and go outside after tonight. I went home around 11:00
and walked into the front door. My parents and younger sister
were asleep and the lights were off upstairs. My older sister was
still out. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of ice tea
from the fridge and sat at the table and had a cold drink and ate
some candy.
Around 11:30 I got undressed down in the basement, carefully
putting the clothes away. I washed off my face, and put the
jewelry on the bookcase outside my mom's bedroom, and then got
into my pajamas and went to bed. I laid awake for quite a while
thinking about who I was, why did I like dressing up so much, was
I normal. I knew I wasn't gay, and had no attraction to guys. But
I wondered why I felt so incredibly comfortable in panties and
hose and a bra and slip with a dress and heels. Why did I like
playing that part, walking slowly, shifting my hips from side to
side, crossing my legs with stockings, and straightening my skirt
as I sat down? Why did it feel so good and so normal to have the
appearance and feel of small breasts pushing through my blouse or
dress, with a tight bra holding everything against my chest? Why
did I love looking at myself in the mirror with lipstick and
blush, with my hair brushed and a hairband, with earrings and
polished nails? I could stand in front of my mom's full-length
mirror for 15-20 minutes just watching myself, the swirl of the
dress, the smooth silky legs. I continued dressing after that
night, maybe 2-3 times a month on a Saturday when my parents went
to a wedding or were out for the day. But I stayed in the house
and I tried not to think about going out again, hoping it would
go away.
End of Part Two
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