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"Don't Let Dad See Me!" by Alana
All I did was shoplift a few things from a department store, and the
next thing I knew, Mom was punishing me by making me dress like a girl!
For how long? I don't know; she won't tell me!
She couldn't get away with sending me to school in a dress, I'm pretty
sure of that, but as soon as I get home from school I have to put on
one the dresses she bought me, along with the appropriate lingerie and
make-up. My name is Mike, but she calls me Melissa when I'm wearing a
dress. I'm scared to death my friends will find out, and then it'll be
all over the school. She even made me wear a dress to my fourteenth
birthday party! I couldn't invite any of my friends. She invited women
from work, and they spent the whole day laughing at me and making fun
of me. It was horrible. And I don't have to tell you what they gave me.
More dresses!
This has been going on for months, now. Help! I'm dreading summer
vacation. I had to quit softball after school; I don't ever go out
after school now.
The worst part is my little brother Danny. I used to pick on him all
the time; now he gets to make fun of me every damn day! He's got lots
of photos of me in dresses; he said if I ever hit him again he's going
to show them to all my friends.
My parents are divorced, and I would tell my Dad about it, but he
doesn't care about us. He hardly ever visits. If I told him, he'd
probably tell my Mom to stop it, but that's all he'd do. And it would
just make my Mom mad, and things would get even worse.
But then, one afternoon I got word from my Dad. He was going to visit
me for the weekend! We were going to go camping and fishing! I was so
excited! I would get to be a boy for the whole weekend!
As the weekend approached, I thought sure Dad would call and cancel,
but he never did. It was really going to happen!
But then, Saturday morning I saw the clothes Mom had laid out for me,
and I couldn't believe it. My heart sunk.
There on the bed was the pink chiffon party dress I had worn on my
birthday. Along with heels, pantyhose, panties, a bra, a pink satin
slip and a girdle.
I couldn't believe it! Mom couldn't possibly want me to dress like a
girl for Dad!
"Mom!" I called, and she appeared so quickly, I just knew she'd been
waiting nearby for my reaction.
"What's wrong?" she smiled.
"Mom, I can't dress up like a girl for Dad! I can't let him see me in a
dress!"
"Why not, Melissa? Don't you think he'd love seeing his daughter in a
pretty dress as much as I do?"
"Mom, please, you can't do this to me! You can't let him know you've
been making me wear dresses!"
"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Now, I don't want
your father to make a lot of trouble about this, so this is what I want
you to do. When he comes, and you come out to greet him in your lovely
pink dress, I want you to tell him that this was all your idea."
"No! Mom, I can't!"
"Sure you can. It's just a little white lie. Just tell him that you're
dressed like a girl because you like wearing dresses and pantyhose and
lipstick. You might as well. That's what I'm going to tell him, and who
do you think he'll believe? Me, or a little sissyboy in a pink dress?"
"I won't do it!" I shouted. "You can't make me!"
The next thing I knew, she slapped me so hard she just about knocked me
across the room.
"You will! If you don't, I'll invite over all the boys that were in
your silly softball team! I'll tell them all to bring their cameras.
Pictures of you all over school, is that what you want?"
My mom left, and I sat down on my bed and cried, thinking of Dad's
reaction. He was always so proud of me. I was always a really great
athlete. He used to come to my softball games and cheer me on. And now
he'd probably never want to see me again.
There's no escape. She's going to make me dress like a girl forever.
She loves seeing me humiliated. She's probably looking for a school
that will let me go to classes in a dress.
What girl will ever want to go out with me? I might as well marry a
guy. I can just see myself in a white satin wedding gown, standing
before everyone, unable to breathe because of that damn girdle, saying
"I do" to some guy while everyone laughs at me.
Well, no use delaying it. I started putting on my lingerie. I was just
pulling the slip over my head when Danny walked right in without
knocking. I held my dress in front of my body.
"Hello, pretty girl!" he said. "Oh, this is gonna be fun! I can't wait
to see Dad's reaction when you skip into the room in your pretty pink
dress! And Mom says you have to tell him it was all your idea!"
"Shut up! Get out of here!"
"Or what? Gonna hit me?"
I ignored him, and stepped into my dress. I reached behind my back and
started zipping it up.
"Need some help with your dress, Melissa?"
"I can zip up my own dress, thanks."
I cringed as he laughed. What a stupid thing for me to say. And the sad
thing was that I was able to zip it up myself with no problem.
I fluffed out my skirt a little and tugged down my slip, trying to
ignore his further laughter. My brother watching me put on a dress and
laughing at me was nothing compared to what I was about to go through
with my Dad. Let him watch. I didn't even care any more. I turned to
the mirror and put on the wig that Mom made me wear. Then I started
putting on my lipstick. I sat down, tucking my skirt beneath me as Mom
had taught me to do.
"I can't wait to see you on your first date, Melissa," he said. "I'll
bet he'll be dreamy. I'll bet you two park somewhere and kiss for
hours."
I told myself to ignore him as he made little kissing sounds with his
mouth.
My mother appeared in the doorway and told Danny to leave me alone. Dan
ran off, and my Mom examined the job I did with my make-up. She touched
it up a little, telling me I had to look extra pretty for my father.
"Mom," I said, "don't you think it's time Dan started wearing dresses,
too? I'd like a little sister."
"Oh, don't be silly, Melissa. Dan could never look as pretty and
feminine in a dress as you."
"I'm not feminine!"
"Oh no, of course you aren't. You're very tough, aren't you? Let's look
in your closet and see some of the macho dresses you have. Oh, look at
this white chiffon dress with the pink sash. There's nothing more manly
than a pretty white chiffon dress, is there?"
"Mom, you're the one who makes me dress like this!"
"And you're starting to like it!"
There was no arguing with her. At her direction I put on some jewelry
and doused myself with scent, all ready to humiliate myself in front of
my Dad. I presented myself for inspection to my mother. She had me
twirl for her a few times.
"You look lovely, Melissa. Your father is going to be very impressed."
My father was going to be ashamed to have me as a son. Or daughter, or
whatever I was. And I had to tell him it was my idea to dress like a
girl.
I was going to go crazy if I kept having to do this any longer.
I kept telling myself that it could be worse. At least I got to wear
boy clothes to school, even if she did make me wear a girdle sometimes,
when I didn't have gym. And no one from school had ever found out about
me, yet.
Why was this happening to me? What had I done to deserve this?
Mom left me, and to pass the time I picked up one of the Glamour
magazines Mom kept leaving in my room. I'd been looking at them more
and more, recently, looking at the dresses and thinking what it would
be like to wear them. Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I was starting to
enjoy wearing dresses. I hoped not.
There were some really cute dresses, for spring. There was a lime green
satin dress with tiny white dots. It had a scoop neck, puffy short
sleeves, and there was an attached sash that tied behind the back,
which really made the skirt flare in an attractive way.
I turned the page. There was a beautiful chiffon dress in a lavender
and violet floral pattern, with a draped neckline. I could just image
myself in that dress, walking along and feeling the skirt brush against
my fingers.
The next page had the shortest, tightest dress I've ever seen. It was
black, with contrasting white collar, cuffs, and belt. It was so sheer
you could see the model's white slip underneath it.
Now, that would be fun to wear with a really sexy white satin slip.
I've always wondered, why make a slip that's prettier than anything
else you're wearing, and cover it up so no one can see it? I imagined
myself in that dress.
I put the magazine down. I was disgusted with myself.
Danny came in and told me Dad was here. I left my bedroom and stood
outside in the hall, listening to him come in the back door.
"Hi, sport!" he called out to Danny, as Danny gave him a hug.
"Hi, Dad!"
"Where's Mike? We've got to get going. Where's my number one son?"
This caused Dan to laugh like a hyena. Mom laughed, too.
"Oh, Michael..." my Mom called out in a little sing-song voice.
I tried to take a deep breath, but I couldn't breathe in that stupid
girdle. I was never so ashamed in all my life. I wished I was dead.
I stepped into the room, keeping my eyes down. I couldn't look my
father in the face.
No one seemed to be saying anything. I could almost hear my own heart
beating.
Finally, my father said, "Mike! What is this, a joke? Why are you
dressed like a girl?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
My mother said, "Tell your father why you're wearing a dress, dear."
I said, "I like wearing dresses. I like dressing up like a girl."
"Why?" he roared.
"I just do."
"Look at me!"
I looked at him. He looked sick, like he wanted to throw up. He was
disgusted. I know how he felt.
"How could you let him dress this way?" he said to my mother.
"I don't like it any more than you, dear, but he says it breaks his
heart to dress like a boy. He wanted you to see the new Michael. He's
even got a new name for himself, don't you dear? Tell your father what
you liked to be called.
I looked down again.
"Melissa," I said.
"Melissa! What are you, some kind of sissy faggot queer?"
"That's exactly what he is, Dad!" said Danny. "He's a sissy faggot
queer who
likes to wear pretty dresses and make-up."
"What are you wearing under all that?"
Mom said, "Lift your skirt for your father, dear. Show him your
lingerie."
I started to, but my father said, "Stop! That's enough! Go take off
your dress and put on some pants, right now."
"I wish he could, dear, but all his boy clothes are in the wash. I'm
afraid this is what he's wearing for the weekend."
"Not around me, he's not. I'm not going camping with some sissy faggot
who dresses like a girl. Dan, how'd you like to go camping with your
father?"
"Would I!"
I looked at Mom, who had started to raise an objection, but Dad just
glared at her.
"Get on out to the car," said Dad, and Danny dashed out the door before
Mom could stop him. My Dad took one last look at me.
"I ought to..." he said, but never finished the thought.
I looked away again. I never saw him leave, but I heard the car start
up and drive away.
Mom laughed her girlish laugh and put one arm around my shoulder.
"Wasn't that fun?" she said. I started to cry.
"I hate you!" I said. "I never want to see you again!"
I ran out the door, my pretty skirts fluttering about me as I went.
Now, does that make any sense, running away from home dressed like a
girl? But I was so angry I couldn't think straight. I ran down the
sidewalk. I couldn't even see where I was going, for the tears.
And then I heard, "Mike?"
I looked up, and there they were. Five of my former friends from the
softball team. All of them went to my school.
It had finally happened. They would tell everyone in school. It would
be all over school that I wore dresses. And it was my own damn fault I
let them see me.
"I knew it!" said one of them. "I thought I saw a little lipstick on
you, once. You really are dressing like a girl. You faggot!"
They all laughed.
They surrounded me, shouting "faggot", "pansy", "queer". I was so
scared, I couldn't move. One of them snapped my bra strap. Another
tried to lift my skirt. I pushed him away, and they all started pushing
back. One of them tried to unzip my dress, another was trying to tear
it off of me.
I became aware of my mother trying to rescue me, pulling the boys off
of me.
"Stop that!" she said. "Leave my son alone!"
When she had all the boys off me, she said, "Why, Michael, what are you
doing wearing a dress? Look at you! You're even wearing lipstick!"
The boys all laughed, again. Great, now they'd tell everyone in school
that it was my idea. Perfect. They'd have everything but photographs,
and my little brother could give them some of those, if he wanted to.
We went back inside. I was crying, and hugging her.
"That's OK," she said. "That's alright. I know you didn't mean it when
you said you hate me. It's probably just your time of the month.
When we got back to my bedroom, she fixed my make-up.
"There!" she said. "You look lovely. Say, as long as things didn't work
out with your father, how about a nice mother-daughter weekend?"
She picked up the Glamour magazine. It was still turned to the page
with the sexy black see-through dress.
"I saw a shop downtown that has this dress in the window," she said.
"What do you say we go buy it? You'd look so sexy in this dress. This
would be perfect for your first date with some lucky guy."
"Sure," I said.
I might as well date boys. What girl would ever go out with me? I
looked like one myself.
Mom was probably working right now on a way to make the school let me
attend classes in a dress. I might as well do that, too, as long as
everyone knew about me.
This morning I got up and looked forward to a day of camping and
fishing with my father. Doing boy things. Being a boy. And now, for all
practical purposes, my life as a boy was over. Wherever I went, people
would know me as the boy who wore dresses. I would just be a big joke,
wherever I went. I might as well just put all my boy clothes in a big
pile and set them all on fire.
I might as well wear dresses full-time, and skip wherever I went, and
curtsey to everyone, and be the sweetest little fourteen-year-old girl
I could be, and hope to make some man a beautiful wife, someday.
Might as well. I was doomed.
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