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Mother Trucker By Mary Beth Sanford Players Rose Carter as Mom and Mother Trucker. Pat as Patrick, Patty and Patricia. Truck drivers: Brick, Buck, Hank and Ray with his wife Jenny and daughter Susan. Facts From Fiction When I was in the service you could stand outside of any base, stick your thumb out and hitch a ride. It was the same on the road if you were in uniform. I once did for a long trip traveling from Memphis to Seattle via those trucks. It really was a great way to travel. Took four days then and I met a lot of great people in a half dozen restaurants and over the radio. This story is in honor of those days and that trip. Preface Rose began riding with her father on his trips in their truck. She was driving before most boys had cars, and got her own truck before most even owned a car. Rose was just pulling out of Florida as Pat signed the last of the papers releasing him from his military obligation. Rose was six foot four and just a tad bit under two hundred and sixty pounds. As big as she was she didn't look it at times. Pat, on the other hand was five five and just a tad under one hundred and twenty pounds. Pat was a fair skinned young man looking for a way out of the house and the life he hated. The service his best chance at doing that when he signed on the dotted line. One of the guys in the recruiting office laughed soon after Pat left. He laughed while telling another that even the Marines wouldn't be able to build that guy into a man. That would be a good thing because Rose wasn't that much interested in guys. Not the sort of guys that the Marines favored at least. They might have had better luck with Rose for that matter. Story No officers, no noncoms trying to make rate using you as their scapegoat, and no reveille. No bugle coming over a loud speaker! That was the best part when I walked off base for the last time. It was a feeling second only to knowing I had no were to go for the next six months. Nowhere to be with enough money to not care much where I ended up. Life was good. It felt even better with the wig on when I came out of the bathroom. I'd had long hair before the service and did so again. Not real hair for a while but it would be someday. I smiled at the world, hefted my backpack and walked towards the entrance to the freeway. Six months was what I gave myself before stepping back into the world. A sabbatical to undo what the military had done mixed with a taste of absolute freedom for a time. Freedom and a chance to see some of this world from the ground up. It was also why I'd decided to hitch hike my way home, and of course how I came to meet mom. Actually mom was the shortened version of mother and the first part of her "handle". Her handle or CB radio name when she was on the road. I got that part just after she eased the eighteen wheeled behemoth to the side a second after passing my thumb. It was that call sign from another truck asking if she was ok. Obviously someone recognizing her truck: "Hey Mother Trucker! You got your ears on?" "Hey Brick! That you? Come on back," the large woman said into a mike as I climbed into the passenger seat. "Yep! Ten Four! It's me in the flesh. Saw your rig on the side and thought I check to see if you were ok. Come on!" the voice said. The woman looked over at me, smiled but spoke at the mike she was sharing in her left hand with the steering wheel. She was doing that while shifting the truck into an easy forward lurch. "You in the flesh is a scary thought Brick, but thanks for the concern. Just decided to give this pretty young thing here a ride before one of you dirty old men got hold of her. Come back!" There were a dozen voices sharing the channel for a time giving her back as much as she gave before she hung the mike on a hook above her head. She had been shifting for what seemed like forever before she settled back into her seat. I'd correct her mistake the second I thought appropriate and did so when she said, "Where you going honey?" "I'm seeing the sights kind of. Just got out of the service, and I suppose I'm about to start hitching a ride again since I'm not really that pretty young thing you thought I was?" I said with a half smile. Getting mistaken for a girl wasn't new to me, and I was thinking that it might have been better not to wear the wig I'd purchased. It was just that I hated short hair. I'd always worn my hair long first to be different, then to become a rock star, then because my dad hated it and finally just because I was used to long hair. Second time I saw my dad smile was when I got back from boot camp. First time I'd seen him smile was when he drove me to the bus stop after I'd signed up. Actually I got teased a lot about looking like a girl, and busted more than a few times for popping a guy that pushed that part of it too far. It was also clear I'd just given my new hostess some pause for concern as well, as she looked over in surprise. More than a little surprise I thought as she spent a couple of minutes sharing that look between me and the road before she said, "Well I'll be damned!" "It happens!" I said with a shrug and that casual resolve I've picked up over many of those same kind of looks and statements as I added, "I can catch another ride if that's a problem?" "Now what makes you think I've got a problem with that? Hell honey, some of my best friends look like girls. OK, so most of best friends are girls but that's never been an issue. Just a case of mistaken identity, and you'll just have to give me a minute or so to get used to you suddenly changing your sex is all." She said that last with a belly laugh that made me smile as she added, "I'm Rose, like the bush! Rose Carter, and you are?" "Pat, not like Patricia but more like Patrick!" I said smiling. "OK Pat, so where are you going?" Rose asked. "That way! West mostly! I mean I'm going to end up in California I think. Maybe Oregon. Not sure yet? Decided to take a few months off to get the taste of the military out of my mouth," I said and then added, "And you?" "Me? I'm headed home after I drop these oranges off. That's Nevada if you're looking to go that far. Your welcome to tag along cause I got nothing else to put in that seat. And, just for the record, my friends call me Mom. You can call me Mom, but that means you'll have to become a friend between here and there," Rose said with a warm smile. You had to like a person like her simply because there were few like her. "I can do that," I said and then added, "Nevada would be great!" "Hey Mother Trucker! You got your ears on?" a voice said over the radio. "You got Mom! That you Ape?" Rose said clicking on the mike but letting it dangle from the hook above the driver's door still. "Yep! Listen, Brick, Buck and I are pulling into this here Up and Chuck! You interested in filling that ample belly of yours?" Ape said over the loudspeaker. "Sure am! What's your twenty?" Rose said. "Well let's see? If you were to hit your brakes about now I'd be climbing up that big round bottom of yours!" the voice said ending with a snicker. "Only way you're ever going to be climbing on that big round bottom!" Rose said with a laugh and then added, "You stopping at Kathy's?" "Kathy's it is!" Ape called back. "You hungry honey?" Rose said and then asked, "You mind me calling you honey?" "Yes and No!" I said and then added, "I mean yes, I'm hungry and no, I don't mind you calling me honey. I've been called worse." "So when did the military start letting you boys wear your hair as long as the girls?" Rose asked. "They don't. Just something I wanted back after two years of living with a cold bare neck. Wore it long nearly all of my life before I joined up," I said. It took another second deciding it was already obvious it wasn't my hair so I added, "It's a wig." "Well, if you'll excuse me for asking this honey, it seems to me you'd have less problems getting mistaken for a girl if you wore your hair shorter," Rose said. "You'd think that, but it doesn't make much difference most times and since it doesn't then I'd rather have my long hair back," I said. "Works for me!" Rose added as she started working her way through the gears again. This time in reverse order from the last Clearly she'd been driving for a time simply because of the way she drove. She was glass smooth but I still felt like I was in freight train off it's tracks as we pulled into the left turn lane. An easy move before making a ninety a second before a right into a large lot. She was down to her last gear when she pulled between two trucks already stopped. "You're looking hot Mom!" Some guy said standing a half foot taller than Rose who stood a foot and a half taller then me. "And you've been on the road too long Buck! How the heck you been you old fart?" Rose said grabbing him around his chest as hard as he grabbed her. "Can't complain! And you?" Buck said. "Making ends meet if I can get another fifty thousand off this set of tires," Rose said as she turned for the restaurant. "And who's this riding shot gun?" Buck asked letting me fall in between. "This here is Pat. Taking the low and slow to Nevada with me. Pat this is Buck. He's out of New Mexico. Runs a cooler like me, only he's not as good as me!" Rose said. "Hello Pat! You got my sympathy having to listen to all that bragging for the next few days," Buck said taking my hand. We walked in with me following Rose after Buck moved ahead slightly before grabbing the door. Rose hugged two others waiting to be seated and as big as Buck was. The only person close enough to my size was the girl in the pink waitress uniform grabbing menus. "Five? This way!" she said walking off. I got introduced as Pat to the rest and left it at that sitting down before Rose and after Buck in the large booth we'd been led to. The other two slid in on the other said and the fifth stood with his coffee when we came in. "You want the children's menu honey?" the waitress asked me and another moment came and went when I said no. She unknowingly added insult to that injury when she added that it was ok to order off the child's side of the one I held if I wanted. I let that one go as well. I was thin and suspected that she didn't think I could handle a man sized meal. Truth was I couldn't. "So where you headed Pat?" the guy called Brick asked. It was clear he was named or might have been named after that proverbial Brick House, as in, built like one. His forearm looked to be an inch or two larger than my thigh. "Pat here is riding shot gun to Nevada. Just got out of the service," Rose said jumping in before I could answer. "Service? Now how in the hell did someone as pretty as you end up in the service?" Brick asked. "Hey you old fool! There something wrong with females being in the military?" Rose asked jumping in before I could give a Readers Digest of my life story after I'd first take a moment to correct him. "Hell no! I just wish they looked like that when I was in," Brick said making it clear he didn't think I was a guy, and digging a larger hole for me to climb out of as he added, "Problem was back then they all looked like you Rose!" He laughed. The other men laughed, Rose laughed, and Brick got a swipe from Rose just missing his face if he hadn't ducked back. The moment and that opportunity to correct him passed as the waitress come up just then to take orders. Most of the conversation covered the cost of fuel, tires, some new regulations about sleeping and driving times and their loads. They covered a few names and those "what ever happened to" questions and that accident with a train in Ohio four days ago. I did order the child's hamburger and fries with a milk shake and sat quietly eating while they shared war stories with each other. It wasn't my crowd and I've always been quiet anyway preferring to listen rather than talk. You got more out of people listening. We were all back on the road after a full hour of talking, and Rose took care of my part of the bill. I'd protested a bit till she insisted telling her that breakfast, when it came and if I were still with her, would be on me. It was a pleasant sort of stop but left me wishing I'd made it clear to those guys I was a guy and oddly thankful I hadn't. For the better part of my life guys acted one way when they thought I was a girl, and another way when they found out I wasn't. Most of the times getting more hostile over the fact that they didn't know or hadn't guessed. I think that reason, more than any other, kept me quiet. "You got pajamas?" Rose asked. "What?" I asked back after a couple of hours of country western songs and one hundred and ten miles of corn. "Something to sleep in. I've got to get off the road in another half hour," Rose said. "Just my underwear?" I said before adding, "Service doesn't give us pajamas." "Well, the way this is going to work is that sleeper in back is big enough for two and I'm not too hung up on sharing it ... That is if you promise not to try anything! Anyway, I think it would be better if you had something else on besides your underwear. At least not until we get to know each other a whole lot better," Rose said grinning widely before she added, "I'm guessing one of my tee-shirts will do. OK?" I nodded when she looked over for an answer and smiled back at her smile. Truth was I hadn't thought much about sleeping arrangements thinking we'd be driving till morning. I was also smiling over her saying her T-shirt might do. Her T-shirt would fit like a girl's shift or nightgown I was guessing. It did as it turns out. I was handed it as she stepped outside to stretch with instructions to go ahead and climb into the wide bed with my own blanket. She took the outside after changing in the cab with the sleeper curtains closed. The sleeper compartment was nearly as big as a small camping trailer, and the bed when I climbed up onto it, did seem big enough. It actually was big enough until Rose climbed in and it seemed odd to see her in a long white nightgown. I'd started thinking of her in masculine terms given she wasn't dressed like a man. She wore jeans and boots but had a loose fitting blouse in a white polyester that didn't fully hide a camisole. The nightgown was cotton and definitely for sleeping. My mother used to joke about her nightgowns saying she had two kinds; one for sleeping and one that got taken off just after climbing into to bed. It was a question I'd once asked of her on why girls had plain nightgowns and pretty nightgowns. I was young then but never forgot that answer. An answer I didn't start understanding till some years later. I was up and there had been no reveille. Life was good! There was light breaking into the split between the leather curtains that Rose pulled around the cabs windows. I found myself facing the wall of the sleeper discovering that the light was reflecting off the wall. I was also pinned into a cuddling position with Rose behind me. It was an odd feeling but not exactly uncomfortable. The blanket I'd wrapped myself into was gone or mixed with hers and I spent a few minutes wondering if I should try and climb over or wake her. That became academic when she moved after I did as her large arm that had been draped over me lifted. "Morning!" she said from behind me. "Morning," I said back feeling a bit more self conscious than before. "Well, that's a big first for me!" she said twisting around and tugging herself from the blankets bunching around us. "What is?" I asked. "First time I've slept with a man that didn't bed me first? Actually it's the first time I've bedded a man and just slept," Rose said stretching as she sat on the bed's edge. It was one of those statements that had a dozen responses but none of them sounded like the ones I'd want to use. "I slept sound!" I said feeling lame over what I'd said but safe in saying it. "Me too. Grab your clothes and your tooth brush and I'll walk you to the showers," Rose said. "What showers?" I asked with a slight touch of surprise in my voice. I'd expected to brush my teeth and brush my hair and just dress. I'd left my wig on simply because it seemed appropriate to do so. "Here! Old Clair has the best showers this side of the Rockies. She charges two bucks if you buy breakfast and you get all the hot water you want. Clean too," Rose said jumping down to the floor and adding, "Beside, if I don't get to a toilet soon I'm going to explode." It was that word toilet that got my attention and I moved to the bed's edge to follow without the need for any more discussion. "You got a jacket?" Rose asked slipping one over his shoulders but still wearing that long white nightgown. "Yes," I said moving to the seat I'd occupied for my backpack. I had a jogging jacket in it and fished it out doing the same as she did. I hadn't given what I was wearing much thought till now. I was suddenly very conscious of her long T-shirt as I added, "Think I'll wear my pants." "Don't be silly! There isn't another soul up yet, and if we both use the women's shower you'll most likely not see another person till breakfast. They all got shower curtains so you don't got to worry much about me seeing you either. Besides, I got to lock this rig and if we wait any longer I'm going to blame you for the accident I'm about to have! You'll also be in charge of cleaning it up," Rose said as she slipped to the driver's seat and slid the curtain aside. I followed wearing my tennis shoes untied holding my shaving kit after Rose promised fresh towels at the showers. It wasn't until I was on the ground walking along side Rose that I got the full weight of what I wore. PINK! I was in a pink T-shirt and it hit just above my knees and a good foot below my jacket. I couldn't see what was written on the front but it glittered and the neck line had a tiny pink bow set in the center of a satin hem and I cursed myself first, then Rose. I cursed again when I saw two guys walk out from between a set of trucks parked next to us. I didn't recognize one but the other was the guy named Buck. "Hey gals! Morning!" Buck said and then coughed. "Hey Buck!" Rose said and then added, "How you doing, Hank?" "Piles!" Hank said. "Thought I told you to eat more lettuce?" Rose said. "Do I look like a damn rabbit to you Rose?" the guy named Hank said coughing again. "Nope but I'm betting a rabbit don't squat moaning as much as you!" Rose fired back. Hank grunted as he moved off to the left of the building we were walking towards. I was following Rose moving to the right. I saw why as we neared a sign that read: "Women's Showers - Truck Drivers and guest only!" Princess! That was what was on the T-shirt! I saw that word backwards in the mirror. Why did it have to be princess? I thought. Of all that could have been written on that T-shirt why did it have to say Princess on it? Pink with a tiny bow with Princess on it. Trying to tell that guy Buck I was a guy now would be a really bad thing. First because I didn't look like a guy to him, and second he'd just seen that I wasn't dressing much like a guy either. Third, I'd just walked into the women's bathroom with a woman. It got worse. I was out of the shower standing next to Rose at the sinks and mirrors. My, or rather Rose's T-shirt, now in a pink bundle next to my shaving kit. I didn't need to shave but did so anyway. I'd leaned to do that for the effect at least. I'd rinsed my face and dried it and was brushing my hair while Rose did her face. The showers were designed with a small changing room attached beyond their curtains and we both had dressed before standing in front of the mirrors. We had been alone up to then. That suddenly changed. "Morning!" the woman said walking in. I nearly wet myself but smiled lamely and Rose, thankfully, answered back. I was making a small prayer that I wouldn't be noticed when Rose suddenly slipped her lipstick slowly over to me. We shared a glance in the mirror. I was looking oddly at her suddenly getting the hint. A second later that pink T-shirt, and the fact that I'd worn it across a parking lot in front of two guys, seemed trivial as I twisted the red waxy point into the open. I hesitated a second hoping I'd get to just make the motions but the woman stopped at the sink pulling at her hair. I began applying it to my lips pretending it was lip balm. Rose smiled apologetically and slid her hair blush over next. I watched the woman doing her face and mimicked her motions using too much lipstick or so it seemed. Rose slid her compact over the same way and I took the brush before I went across both my cheeks. Rose moved a hand up and used her thumb on both sides before putting both items back into her bag. I zipped mine closed, grabbed the tee shirt and followed Rose out urging her silently to hurry. "Aren't we going back to the truck?" I said in a panic as Rose changed direction for the door that read, "Restaurant". I added in a soft whisper, "I mean I'm wearing make-up?" "I've got to get a stub from Clair first. You want to wait here?" Rose asked and I almost said yes until a woman with a young girl walked in just then. Both were wearing robes with clothes in their hands. "NO!" I said moving quickly towards the door. Any place was better than that place. "OK. Just zip your jacket up a bit more so no one notices you don't have a bra on," Rose said pushing the door open. I did. "Hey Rose! You doing breakfast?" a voice asked in a yell from a half dozen tables down. The rest of the place was filled with guys and a couple of women and I wanted to run for the door. I'd hide out in the wheat fields I thought. "Yes! Just need a stub first," Rose said walking up to the counter and a young woman working behind the register. "Two for the showers!" Rose added to that girl's smile. The girl pulled two small pieces of paper from a pad handing Rose both and asked, "You ladies having breakfast?" "Yes. We'll sit with that gorilla over there!" Rose said nodding in the direction of the voice. I wanted to say no. I wanted to run. Instead I nearly clung to Rose as she moved off towards the table. "How you been?" The man said patting the red vinyl bench and sliding over. I wanted to sit on the other side of Rose but she moved to the side so I could slide in first. "I've been fine Ray. How you been?" Rose said sliding onto the bench pushing me closer to the guy she was talking to. "It's a living. You still hauling oranges?" he asked, but taking glances of me in between. "Sure am. Oh, this is Patty. She's heading home from school. A neighbor!" Patty, this is Ray," Rose said. I turned, smiled and looked down at the table. "Going to drive a truck little lady?" he said in a patronizing voice that made me want to take a swing at him. A totally irrational thought I quickly buried given his size and how I looked. I shook my head no. "Good for you. Hell of a way to make a living and don't marry one either!" he said as he turned the sugar dispenser upside down over his coffee. Not likely I thought. "School? What grade? I've got a daughter your age," Ray said. I thought about it quickly. How old did I look? I took a guess and said, "Freshmen!" "Nope! She's a couple of years younger," Ray said. I did the math. I could have been eighteen as a freshmen but he thought I was as old as his daughter and she was a couple of years younger. Sixteen? Did I look like a sixteen year old girl? It was just lipstick and blush for heaven's sake. Is that all it took? I was pissed. "What daughter?" Rose asked. "I got married a year ago. Got me a fifteen year old then as part of the deal. They're with me on this run. Taking showers. You'll meet them. Nice gal, great kid," Ray said. "Hi!" a woman's voice said. It was the lady that walked in with the girl. Both dressed and arms empty with the exception of their purses. At least they got to go back to their truck I thought. "Jenny, Susan! This is Rose, a fellow truck driver and her friend "Pat.. Patricia or Patty? Sorry about that I forgot," Ray said. "Patricia!" Rose jumped in as I fought to bring a smile on. It was the breakfast from hell. Susan, the girl, wanted to know about collage and boys and classes and living in a dorm and I didn't have a clue on what to say. I was also in a panic at saying anything given my voice but it didn't seem to matter. It wasn't deep but it wasn't exactly a girl's voice either or at least I didn't think it was. I was done before anyone else and desperately wanted to leave there and hinted at it when the time seemed right and said, "I'll go fix the bed and stuff." Rose thankfully nodded, slid out and stood and I took Ray's hand, then his wife's and gave a short wave to Susan. I was holding the pink tee- shirt and my shaving kit and made the longest walk of my life to the door. "Tomboy?" Jenny said with a smile. "What!" Rose asked holding back the smirk that was trying to force itself on her lips. "She's was trying to walk like a guy!" Jenny said. "She's grown up with two older brothers!" Rose said winging it. My face was clean when Rose climbed into the rig and I pushed my part of the curtains open as I fumed. "That was interesting!" Rose said as she moved to the back and began folding the bedding. "I thought I was going to die!" I said letting the anger show a bit and added, "It was that damn pink tee-shirt that started this whole thing." "Actually it was that pretty face and long hair. But you're right about that tee-shirt, and I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed the first tee- shirt I found in the bag. I carry four and that one I sometimes wear for casual. Look, if this makes you feel any better you just passed yourself off as a girl without a hitch so there was no real harm done. I mean with the exception of your ego I suppose." I looked at her trying to think of a response and was still doing that when Rose said, "Tomboy!" "What?" I asked. "Jenny, Ray's wife, thought you were trying to act like a Tomboy! Said you were trying to walk like a boy when you left the restaurant." Rose said that, then suddenly started laughing. She more or less spit the laughter out at first losing the battle she fought to hold it in. I sat there fuming still, but smiled after a moment, then joined in. Most of my laughter to get past the horror of it all. Although it was funny. It was one of the reasons I'd never dress as a girl for Halloween I thought. I did once and after the third person asked why I hadn't worn a costume at the school party I vowed never to do that again. We were mostly quiet for the first thirty minutes on the road before Rose said, "Look, don't get mad at me for saying this but you do make a very pretty girl!" I wanted to say something nasty then and was even thinking of getting off for another ride but that experience weighed on me. Fact was so did the image of me in that mirror before we walked into the restaurant. I gave in to it and said, "I know. Luck of the draw I suppose?" "Turned me on!" Rose said softer than she had spoken before this. "What?" I asked sure of what I heard but not sure. "I said that it turned me on!" Rose said taking a second to look at me. "Why?" I asked. I mean a girl telling you that you turn her on is one thing, but a girl telling you it's because you look like a girl is another. "Best of both worlds I suppose!" Rose said. "What?" I asked sure of what she said but again not sure of what she meant. "Look, you're most likely going to want to jump out of here when I say what I'm going to say so if the urge hits you just say so and I'll pull over. Deal?" Rose said. "OK.........." I said drawing that "k" out in a cautious voice. "Anyway, I picked you up at first because the thought of a girl on that road at night sort of bothered me. Thought you might be a runaway or something. Then, I mean when I discovered you were a guy, that sort of fascinated me. OK, strike that. It turned me on even then. "No, that's a fib too. It turned me on a lot. Listen, that tee-shirt wasn't an accident OK. I mean I knew which one I was giving you last night. I just ... It was a kind of fantasy thing.... Damn, this is tough. "Look, I'm no prize and I'll admit that, and as you might imagine, I don't get out past this cab much. Truth is I've never had a strong attraction to manly men. The other truth is I'd rather bed a woman than some guy with a hairy chest. "Anyway, you appeared and suddenly I'm having these thoughts and some of them are naughty and if I hadn't gotten so scared last night I might have done something but I panicked a little I guess. That thing that happened at breakfast really was an accident but frankly it nearly drove me crazy. "OK, so there it is. Just say the word and I'll pull over and that's that," Rose said in a voice that was filled with regret or remorse and I wasn't sure which. I also wasn't sure how I was feeling. She wasn't someone I might run over to and ask to dance I thought. But then again.... Some of it perhaps because she was so big. Not big big but just big. She intimidated me a bit but in a natural sort of way if that's possible. I mean I was feeling that role as the submissive in this odd fellowship we were forming. And, she wasn't nearly as unattractive as she made out to be either. She was a big woman but feminine and that morning came back to me. It hadn't been so much sexual, as much as, comfortable, or pleasant, or whatever and who knew? "Can I borrow your lipstick again?" I asked feeling my face blush. I had a memory of that waxy taste before breakfast and it was all I could think to say. It at least sounded like a yes without actually saying yes. She looked over, smiled and her reach was just long enough. "Can I put it on you?" she asked as she shared her view with the road and me. Her hand was moving slowly and I nodded feeling my voice going out as I said, "Can we pull over?" She did and I thought the trailer hooked behind us was going to pass us for a second. The car that did pass honked it's horn. As I was getting over the shock of that she set the air break and was undoing her seat belt when we kissed. It was an awkward kiss all the way back to the sleeper but less so when she picked me up in her arms to set me on the bed. I was trying to remember the last time sex was that good and couldn't except when I'd paid a gal the best part of my week's check. The second time even better only because it lasted longer, and that time I did let her put lipstick on me. That time I was also wearing that pink tee- shirt of hers. We were singing country western tunes when she pulled back onto the highway and I was sitting there in nothing but that tee-shirt about as happy as I've ever been. I only changed when we reached the edge of town, and this time I added the lipstick myself as she pulled into the large mall. She'd asked just before the turnoff if she could buy me a nightgown for tonight. I'd said yes feeling oddly excited over that. More so when she asked if I'd come in with her. Scared as well I suppose. Petrified actually but walking with her made it less so. It was a boutique of some sort and as alien as any place I've ever been in and made more so because of why I was there. I didn't want to look at anything and found myself looking at everything. "Panties!" "Sale" "Dresses 50% off" The signs I read first then what was under them. "Can I help you?" the woman said making me freeze. "Quick! What's her dress size?" Rose asked. "Excuse me?" the woman said more from the abruptness of how Rose asked than a misunderstanding. I wanted to run. "Look, I've finally talked her into wearing a dress instead of boy's clothes and she doesn't have a clue what her dress size is?" Rose said. The woman smiled her understanding and looked at me. I no longer wanted to run but thought I'd simply pass out right then and there. She knew or at least I thought she might. "What's your chest size?" she asked. "Twenty nine?" I said giving her the only measurement I knew and in a voice I hoped was soft enough. "A or B?" She asked. "I don't know?" I answered honestly while trying to sound feminine. "Honey, it's ok. My sister's daughter hated wearing dresses. Probably more than you. She refuses to wear a bra as well. Tell you what. Let's say a 'B' and go with a girl's size twelve. How's that?" she said. I nodded and the woman walked off with Rose and me in tow. "These are girl's size twelves. Ten's to the left and fourteens to the right. Lingerie is at the back. I'd stay with a girl's medium in panties and if you're interested in bras stay with a size thirty in a 'B'. If you need any more help just let me know." I watched her walk off and out of hearing before I said in a panicked whisper: "What was that all about?" "I didn't have a clue what size nightgown you might wear so I thought I'd ask and I was thinking of that remark Ray's wife said about you being a Tomboy. Truth is I hated wearing dresses growing up. So I sort of faked it. We did get sizes though," Rose said. "And I'm standing here in front of a bunch of dresses. So what say we find a nightgown and get the hell out of here," I said and suddenly noticed Rose wasn't paying any attention to me. She was looking at the dresses in front of her. "NO!" I whispered forcefully. "One!" she pleaded. "NO. Let's get the nightgown and get out of here....... PLEASE!" I begged. "Just one to maybe travel in!" she said pulling a light pink thing from the rack. "NO! I said. "I'll make it worth it!" she said smiling wickedly. "Maybe!" I said feeling myself getting weak in the legs suddenly and added, "One and that's it!" "Over there!" She said still holding the pink dress. The sign above the rack read: "Daisy's Kingdom For Your Little Princess!" I moaned to myself over those words. "Where?" I asked. "Dressing rooms!" Rose said. "Can't we just get it and go!" I said. "What if it doesn't fit?" She said. "Good!" I answered. "Come on and let's play a little. This is too fun and it's driving me crazy!" she said taking my hand. "It's driving me crazy too!" I said but making it clear it wasn't meant to be fun or as sexual as what she meant. Except it was. Some. Maybe. "Oh my stars!" she said poking her head into the dressing room after asking if I had it on. I did but I was still wearing my jeans. The dress fell to just below the knees and below that hem was the hem of a the slip attached to it. It buttoned at the back and had a sash. Both were undone. "Does she have a slip?" the woman said suddenly standing behind Rose. "She doesn't even have girl's panties," Rose said. "How does that fit honey?" the woman said moving just past Rose so she was sharing the opening into the dressing room. "Fine!" I said. "You look adorable! Wait here and I'll go find a slip for that!" the woman said turning around and walking off. "See what you've done!" I said looking like a little girl suddenly pouting and turning slightly so I didn't have to see that look in the mirror. "I"m seeing!" Rose said. "Here we go. Try that and I'll bet you feel as prissy as you look?" The woman said handing Rose the slip. Rose came fully into the changing room closing the slatted door and smiled. "This is insane!" I said as I pulled the dress up over my head. "This is wonderful!" Rose said as she gathered the slip. "This is wonderful!" I whispered to myself as the slip fell it's full length over my chest. "Like it?" Rose asked. "NO!" I said. "Fibber!" Rose said teasing as she brought the dress back over. I didn't answer. The slip moved over my chest to and fro noisily and wonderfully and perhaps I was fibbing a little. "Take your jeans off," Rose said as she buttoned the back of the dress. I bent when she had reached the buttons at the shoulders and undid my jeans. They fell to the edge of my socks and shoes showing my calfs. "Shoes and socks too. Might as well get those." "No one is going to see my shoes and socks on the road!" I reasoned. I mean if I was going to travel in that dress who would know I wasn't wearing girl's shoes. "I'll see them and I'd like to see a cute pair of Mary Jane shoes and lacy socks poking out from the lace at the bottom. Look, if my mother could get me into a dress I don't see why I can't do the same with you," Rose said. "You're a girl!" I said in defense of my resistance. "That's just a technicality. Now come on and let's find shoes," Rose said kissing me on the cheek. I was being tugged out and suddenly she stopped and added, "Wait one second." "What?" I asked confused but relieved that I was still in the dressing room. Rose left and motioned for the sales lady and using the same excuse again asked for panties. The women understood and led her to the lingerie and found both panties and a bra. A training bra in a satin that hooked at the front and came with those matching briefs. Rose returned and caught me twisting in the dress and slip and I stopped suddenly. I had been playing a little. I was still petrified but none of this was my doing and I was remembering that Halloween. The dress that year was one of Carol's, a neighbor, and fancy. She'd talked me into the panties not too unlike what Rose had just done with the slip and dress. I'd worn them then for the same reason I was about to wear these. I was looking at a pair of pink shiny panties and a bra that matched and slipped over the edge of sane in those seconds. They were soiled by the time the slip went back on followed by the dress. The bra closed at the front and poked the slip out a bit as it did the dress and when I was tugged out again the only thing left really was just shoes and socks. At least that's what I'd thought. The sales woman was smiling from across the way and I caught sight of the bow in her hand as she approached. "I thought you might like to try a bow as well. It goes with the dress," she said holding the bow out to Rose. "Definitely. Shoes as well!" Rose said moving behind me. I felt her gather my hair and the weight of the large bow a second later. A mirror to my left said all that was needed to say. Except Rose added, "Perfect!" They were knee socks that went under the skirt of the dress and I wore white patent Mary Jane shoes when we walked back for the nightgown. Rose had already given the woman her credit card and my own things went into a bag. Every mirror in the store drew my attention and I might have skipped if there were fewer people. There was a package of panties still unopened, two camisoles, a girl's tee shirt in a light pink, and jeans with a heart on the back pocket that I tried on under my dress. A moment just for the fit before handing them to Rose. A small purse sat on the counter. Another bag held a pair of white flats and regular socks. My own tennis shoes were in the box that held the Mary Jane shoes I wore out. That nightgown ended up being two. One short with a pair of bloomer style panties Rose wanted to play in or rather me in while she played she said and another with Cinderella on the front. I was almost at ease by the time we walked out into the light and noise of the mall. Almost and might have remained that way as I smiled back at the sales woman. She was a few feet away and said thank you again before she moved closer and said, "You make a very pretty little girl young man." "She knew!" I said in a renewed sort of panic. "She knew when you went into the dressing room with just the dress. She asked me how long you've been dressing as a girl and I had to say something. So I told her just recently. She said she has a nephew just like you. I thought that was kind of cute," Rose said. "I've got to get out of here!" I said. "Really? I mean honestly! I thought we'd get a bite to eat and buy some makeup for your purse," Rose said sounding disappointed. "Fine! Then can we go?" I said not feeling as bad as I sounded. "Then we can go," she said fluffing the dress on the bear I held. It was given to me by the woman just at the edge of the door. It had the ballerina bears dancing around the hem and on the dress itself like mine did. A regular twenty nine ninety five value that was nine ninety five with any Daisy Kingdom dress you purchased. She said that as she had handed it to me just after telling me I made a cute little girl. She had also added as she did so, "A little girl simply must have a doll!" I only looked back once but didn't wave when she did. Lunch and that make over took us almost another hour and by the time we did leave I nearly was skipping. I was also still holding the bear as we pulled on the freeway. My legs were swinging as we both sang "On the road again!" By Willy Nelson. Actually I was looking at my Mary Jane shoes more than keeping up with the music. "Hey! Mother Trucker! That you pulling on!" a voice said over the radio. "You got her! Who's that?" Rose said keying the mike and then added, "That you Buck? Thought you be in New Mexico by now?" "Would have been but my trailer tossed a tread. You still got that pretty little thing with you?" Buck asked. "Sure do. Just stopped and got her a new dress," Rose said smiling over at me as she added, "Where you at?" "Just coming up on you! New dress you say?" Buck asked. "A very pretty new dress!" Rose said. "So what are you two doing for dinner tonight. I wouldn't mind sharing a little time with a couple of pretty gals!" Buck said and then added, "Give that new dress of hers a chance to be seen?" "She's too young for you and you're too old for me but we'll share a table with you." Rose said as she leaned over and patted my leg. "Sounds good enough! See you in a hundred miles or so," Buck asked. "Roger that!" Rose said. "Mother Trucker," I said smiling. "Call me Mom, Patty!" Rose said smiling as the blare of an air horn passed us. Buck was waving as he went by. I waved back with Rose. "OK Mom!" I said fluffing the dress for the hundredth time since I'd sat. Post Script So maybe I was being too harsh on those few that sometimes teased me. Fact was that I looked more like a girl than most girls did by the time we hit Nevada. Couldn't even go in and gamble because I looked like a little girl and showing my ID card was sort of risky. Didn't really need to though because there were plenty of things to do for a girl my age or for a guy trying to look like a girl my age. Buck joined us a couple of times in town since he was hauling the same fright and waiting for his next run as well. I did argue a little over wearing those "I'm A Big Girl Now" disposables diapers but Rose had a point. She made it after I'd gone through all of the panties we brought for that next trip on that first day. Although, as I pointed out, I wouldn't need them if she'd just keep both hands on the wheel. She countered that by saying I didn't seem to mind the baby oil. We let that one particular issue drop. All in all it was an interesting trip. It was also going to be an interesting time over the rest of those five months and three weeks left to go. I was smiling as we pulled onto the freeway. The doll had four dresses and I was putting her into the one like I was wearing when the radio blared, "Hey Mother Trucker, you got your ears on?" "Sure do! That you Buck!" Mom said over her mike. I'd gotten to calling her that when we were out and about. "It's me! That little doll with you?" Buck asked. "Sitting right next to me playing with her new doll, come on back!" Mom said. "She like it?" Buck asked. "Yes and the dresses as well," Mom said before adding, "Thank you very much!" "Thought she might! Listen, you two stopping for breakfast any time soon?" Buck asked. "Couple of hours? Why?" Mom asked. "Want to see my little doll, all dolled up with her doll is why!" Buck said. "Roger that!" Mom said and added, "That's her new handle!" "What is?" Buck asked. "Little Doll!" Mom said. "Mother Trucker and Little Doll?" Buck asked. "You got them both! Live at five on Five!" Mom said smiling. I smiled back at the radio as I slid the dress over the doll's head. The only difference between me and my doll was the disposable diaper I wore under my ruffled panties.