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Chapter 6
When Jen got home that evening, she could not get Tom/Tammy out of her
mind. The thought that someone would dress and act and pretend to be
someone of the opposite sex so convincingly was astounding to her. The
more she thought about it, the more intrigued she became. That night
her dreams were filled with people all running around in "the wrong"
clothes, even herself. When she woke in the morning she decided to try
it "as a lark". She would wait until Saturday and go into her brother's
room and get what she needed. Her brother was older and away at
college, her parents always went to the tennis club on Saturday
mornings and would be gone for hours.
On the way to school, she could only think of two things, one, could
she pull off the look, and two, how well "Tammy" had managed to do so.
As she entered the school, she saw Tom there and went over and said
hello. She could tell that he was a bit nervous, but when she did not
mention the shop or Tammy, he calmed down.
"I would like you to come over to my place about eight Saturday
morning, I have something I need your help with." she said.
"I can do that, but I have to be done by nine-thirty so I can make it
to work on time," he said.
"Great, here is my address." she said, handing him a piece of paper
folded in half.
As she left, Tom wondered what on earth she could want his help with,
then he thought about the dress she had bought and thought she needed a
fitting or something. Assured that she was indeed not going to let his
secret out, Tom relaxed and had a good day at school.
The two days till the weekend went well and quickly. On Friday night,
Tom set his alarm so that he could get up and get everything ready for
work the nest day and still make it over to Jen's house. When he
arrived, he saw that her parents were just pulling out of the drive and
she was in the door waving to them. When she saw Tom she motioned him
over and invited him in.
"Hi, Tom. You must be wondering what I needed your help with... well...
I want to try to do what you do, to be a boy so well that no one can
tell I'm not a boy. So I need some one to help me and I could think of
no one better qualified than you."
Tom just stood there; he could not believe what he was hearing! "Why
would you want to do that?" he asked. "What makes you think that it
would be fun, it is humiliating and very degrading to be dressed as
someone you aren't." he said.
"When you are forced into it by circumstances such as you were, I can
see why you would think that, and as a boy, yes, but girls wear boys
jeans and shirts all the time, it is no big deal for us." Jen
explained. "I think it would be a lark to be able to fool people like
that, just once, to be able to pull it off and have no one know. Will
you help me? Please?"
When Tom looked onto Jen's pleading eyes, he could not resist. Here was
a pretty girl, a popular girl, wanting his help and treating him as a
friend. He could not in good conscious deny her after she had been so
good about keeping his secret.
Jen led the way to her brother's room and got out a pair of socks,
jockey shorts and a T-shirt. "You wait in the hall while I put this on,
okay?"
Tom waited in the hall while Jen changed. When she called him back into
the room, he could not help but snicker at her.
"What? Am I that funny looking?"
"No... yes, you just... well... don't look like a boy is all. I have to
wear a corset or girdle and falsies to look like a girl and we will
have to figure out something for you as well. I know, try this." He
went to the dresser and got out a pair of socks. "Put this down the
front of your shorts."
Jen looked at him until he turned around, then put the socks into
place. When he turned around, Tom said that that was much better, but
that they still had to figure out what to do about her breasts. They
both thought about it for a moment, and then Jen remembered something
she had seen in a movie once. She went to the bathroom and returned
with a roll of ace bandage. "Here," she said handing it to Tom. "You
will have to wrap me up..."
"I can't do that, you will have to be naked up there to do it, and I
can't do that..."
"Don't be silly, of course you can, you help girls get dressed at the
store, silly,"
With that she took off the T-shirt and stood there wile Tom nervously
wrapped the ace bandage around her breasts, pulling them tightly to her
chest. When he was done, she put the T-shirt back on and they both
agreed that the look was much more male now. They were just admiring
their work when Tom realized that it was tome for him to leave so that
he would become "Tammy" and go to work.
"I have to go get ready for work now, but I will come back some other
time when I can and we will begin your "boy" lessons. Until then, just
watch how boys walk and move their arms and stuff and listen to how
they talk and what words they use."
"Okay, and thank you for your help," Jen said, then kissed him on the
cheek as he left.
At work it was a busy day, and Tammy has to help several customers in
the fitting room. One of the worst ones was a young girl of about seven
who wanted to try on every dress that would fit her. After about two
hours of helping her in and out of dresses, her Mother bought three of
them, and that made it almost worthwhile.
When Tom got up the next morning, his Mother wanted to talk to him.
"Tom, I know this is going to be difficult, but I need you right after
school today, I need you to wear your panties and corset to school
today. Before you get excited, I will write you a note getting you out
of gym. After you eat, go up and get ready and I will drive you to
school."
"But Mom, I can't do that, someone will find out and I could never go
to school again. I just couldn't do that... never... I just can't." Tom
replied.
"Look, young man, I am not going to explain this to you again, we have
no choice if we are to survive. I know you are making a lot of
sacrifices, but so am I. We will do what we have to do and that is
that, do you understand? (A rhetorical question) Good, now go get
changed and no arguments!"
With that Tom headed upstairs to his room and got changed. He opted for
a pair of white panties, the plainest ones he had clean were a pair of
full cut briefs with a row of lace running from the waist to the leg on
one side. He stepped into them then got out his corset. It too was
white, but with lots of lace on the bodice. After closing the hooks on
the busk, he slid a pair of suntan hose onto his legs and attached them
to the garters. The cups on the bust of the corset sat loosely on his
chest, and he had to have a way to hide this. He decided to ware a
loose fitting oversized plaid flannel shirt and a pair of jeans.
As he started down the stirs his Mother told him that she would bring
his breast forms with her. She handed him a note excusing him from gym
class and drove him to school. As he entered into the halls of
academia, Tom was very nervous. He knew in his heart that everyone
could tell what he was wearing under his clothes.
AS he walked he could feel the tug of the garters on his stockings, he
could feel the sliding of his jeans across his pantied bottom. Every
move he made reminded him that he was wearing girl's lingerie. The
entire day was one of cautious movement and self-consciousness. At
lunch, Jen sat with him, and they were soon joined by other students.
As Tom scooted his chair over for a boy named Bill to sit nest to him,
he did not notice that his pant leg folded up, but Bill did! Bill
looked shocked for a split second, than regained his composure and sat
down. Bill did not say anything, but what he saw would play on his mind
for the rest of the school day. He had seen a boy wearing either
stockings or pantyhose under his pants. He knew that was what he saw,
he had three sisters and knew the look and texture of nylon covered
legs, there could be no mistake.
When Tom got out of gym that day, Bill, who was in his gym class, knew
why. Tom was wearing girl's nylons. Maybe even more, and he had to find
out. After school that day Bill followed behind Tom until they got to a
fairly secluded place that was a shortcut to Tom's Mother's shop. After
making sure that there was no one else around, Bill ran at Tom and
knocked him to the ground with a flying tackle from behind. Tom hit the
ground hard and it took his breath away. Bill took advantage of the
situation and pantsed Tom right then and there. Tom began to cry and
Bill looked down in shock.
Bill's fear of the unknown kicked in and he started in calling Tom
names. "Look at the little sissy in his panties and hose! What are you,
some sort of faggot?"
Tom was totally mortified. He was paralyzed with fear and shame, all he
could do was lay there and sob uncontrollably. He lay there with his
pants around his knees and could not even move to pull them up. Bill
kept up a stream of insults for a few minutes then spit on Tom.
"You are just a pathetic little sissy. I will see you later, and you
will see what happens to little sissy fags like you then!"
With that, Bill left. Tom lay there for some minutes, though it seemed
like hours, before he could recover himself and get his pants up. He
ran as fast as he could to his Mother's shop and when she saw what
state he was in, she locked the door and put out the closed sign.
"What on earth happened? Why are you crying and why are you all covered
with dirt?"
Tom explained how one of the boys at school found out about his
underwear and what he had done and said. His Mother was furious, and
started to call the school, but Tom stopped her.
"If you call the school; every one will find out what happed and I will
never live it down! You can't call them! Please don't call them, I
would die if anyone else found out!"
"Calm down, dear, I won't call them. But we will have to do something
about this boy. I want his name and I want his phone number if you have
it!"
Tom could tell that his Mother was furious, but she was unable to do
much about it without hurting him more, and she did not want to do
that. She thought about it for a while then decided to call Bill's
parents. Bill's Mother answered the phone, and when Tom's Mother
explained everything about why Tom was dressed as he was and what Bill
had done and said to him, Bill's Mother decided that her son could use
a bit of the hair of the dog. She began planning and shopping that very
night.
Chapter 7
Bill was about ready to go to bed when his Mother came into his room
without knocking. That was unusual for her. "I hear you had some
excitement today after school." she said.
Bill had been thinking about his actions all evening and wondering if
they would have repercussions, he now knew that they would. "I had a
run in with a sissy kid after school; he was wearing girl's underwear.
I teased him, but maybe went a bit too far; I will apologize to him
tomorrow." Bill said.
"You will do more than that, young man. I have just got back from doing
a bit of shopping for you. You see there is an old saying, something
about walking a mile in some ones else's shoes, but in your case it is
more like their panties... now strip!"
Bill could not believe what he had just heard. As he watched in horror,
his Mother produced a pair of frilly pink full cut panties with four
rows of lace ruffles on the seat. Then she laid out a matching baby
doll top. He just stood there in disbelief when he felt a hard smack on
his behind.
"I said strip, and I mean now!"
Bill slowly did as he was told and he was soon standing naked before
his Mother. She handed him the panties and told him to put them on. He
took them from her hand as tears of shame began to fill his eyes and
trickle down his cheeks.
As he stepped into the panties his Mother said in a sarcastic tone,
"Who's the sissy now?"
Bill just cried some more and was handed the top to put on. As he
slipped over his head, he could not take any more, and he began to sob
uncontrollably. This was so humiliating. How could his Mother do this
to him? After all, it wasn't like he had done anything awful or
anything. All he had done was to tease a sissy panty waist. He stood
there sobbing as his Mother told him the extent of his punishment.
He would wear female underthings any time he was not at school, for the
next two months. That would include panties, a bra, a camisole top, a
garter belt and stockings. He would be required to change into them as
soon as he got home from school and he had to come home before going
over to friends or whatever. He would wear his lingerie all weekend
from the time he got up till he went to bed, and he would always sleep
in a nightie or baby doll. Bill was devastated. He did not know what to
say or do, so he just collapsed on his bed and cried himself to sleep.
The next day was a Saturday, and Bill's Mother was there to wake him.
When she got him up, she ushered him off to the bath where she had a
tub of bubble bath waiting for him.
"In you go sweetheart. We are going to get you ready to wear your new
things. First a nice bubble bath to get you all soft and clean, then we
will shave your legs and underarms so that your bra and hose feel good
against your smooth skin."
Bill trembled with humiliation, but knew that he was unable to fight
his Mother on this, so he got undressed and into the tub. After a long
soak, his Mother had him stand and she lathered his legs and handed him
a razor.
"Shave from your nips to your feet on both legs, Go slow and be careful
not to nick yourself. When you are done with that, do your underarms."
She left, with an admonition for him not to take too long or she would
come in and do it for him. Bill slowly and carefully shaved his legs
and underarms. Just as he finished, his Mother returned with a pink
terry dressing gown and handed it to him.
"Put this on and come with me."
Bill followed her to his room, where he found that his underwear drawer
was full to bursting. Along with his shorts and T-shirts were a dozen
pair of panties in various styles and colors, five bras of various
colors, five camisoles, three garter belts and eight pair of various
color stockings. When he looked in his pajama drawer all he found were
nightgowns and babydoll sets.
"You may chose what panty and bra to wear yourself, but don't take too
long to decide. I will be back in five minutes to help you with the
garter belt and stockings."
Bill was devastated. He had hoped that his Mother had been bluffing
last night about his new wardrobe, but apparently she had not been. He
took out the top bra and panty. They were the same color so he put them
on. He had a lot of trouble figuring out the bra, but managed to get it
on right eventually. He slipped on the camisole just as his Mother
returned. She had him put the garter belt on and showed him how to
adjust the straps to fit. She then had him to sit on the end of the bed
and explained about stockings.
"These are nylon stockings with just a touch of Lycra to help them mold
to your legs. You take one at a time in your hands and hold them at the
top. Then you roll them up so they look like a kind of doughnut. Then
you slip your toes into them and roll them up your legs, with gentle
pressure, so as not to run them, but keeping them snug."
With that, she rolled one up then slowly smoothed it onto his right
leg. Bill began to cry again. He was so embarrassed by this whole
ordeal.
"There, there. A sweet little sissy like you shouldn't cry about
getting dressed in pretty things. Dry your tears and you put the other
stocking on your self."
Bill did as his Mother had shown him, and the tears just kept falling.
When he had the other stocking on, she had him stand and showed him how
to hook them to the garters. Bill stood there crying, looking very bit
the sissy that Tom had the day before when he pulled his pants down.
Now he knew how Tom must have felt. Or so he thought.
Bill's Mother decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and began
to berate him, calling him a cute little sissy girl and panty waisted
little fag. The more she called him names the more his ego went to
nothing and soon he was sobbing on the floor just like Tom had been the
day before. Bill lay there helpless. He could not think, he could only
hear his Mother's cruel taunts ringing in his ears.
She left him there just as he had left Tom. It was going to be a long
two months for Bill.
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