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(c) 2004 by Nom de Plume
"I'll be home late, Jerry. Make sure you finish your homework before
you watch TV or play with your Gameboy."
Jerry Parker looked up from the book on his desk and smiled at his
mother, who was dressed to the nines for her book club meeting. "Okay,
Mom. Have a good time. When will Dad be home?"
"Past your bedtime. He's flying in late from New York tonight. We can
all go out for pizza tomorrow night if he's not too tired."
Jerry's father had just made captain after nine years as a co-pilot and
three years before that as a flight attendant, and although he was
often exhausted when he got home from a long trip, the amount of free
time he had to spend with Jerry more than made up for the lost weekends
and holidays.
As it happened, on this particular night Jerry was glad that his father
was out of town, and he could barely restrain himself as he waited for
his mother to leave the house. He waited until he heard the car back
out of the driveway and the garage door opener finish its cycle before
he got up from his desk and tore off his jeans and sweatshirt.
When he was stripped down to his underwear, Jerry stopped to look at
himself in the full-length mirror in the hall bathroom. A seventh
grader on the brink of puberty, and increasingly aware of strange
stirrings, he still had a light coat of body fat, and the peach fuzz on
his face and legs was barely discernible. His hair was almost shoulder
length, and although it was usually tied back in a ponytail for sports,
tonight it fell in soft curls around his neck.
Jerry stepped out of his briefs and tucked himself between his legs. He
felt a sudden rush of excitement as he stared back at his emasculated
reflection, and he was shaking with anticipation as he hurried into his
mother's closet. Reaching into her hamper, he found the body briefer,
which he had spied during a quick reconnaissance while she was making
dinner. With quivering fingers he pulled it on, fished some knee highs
out of the dirty clothes, and stuffed them into the cups.
His penis jumped when he turned and looked at himself in the mirror on
the closet door. Even to his knowing eyes, Jerry was suddenly,
unmistakably, female. His heart was pounding as he dumped out the
remaining clothes in the hamper and tried to find something to wear. A
white cotton blouse caught his eye, and he held it in his trembling
hand while he sifted through the rest of the clothing.
Finally he found what he was looking for. His mother had worn a dress
to church on Sunday, and he found her slip and stockings balled up in
the bottom of the pile. His heart was racing as he untangled the soft
beige pantyhose and plopped down on the closet carpet. With infinite
care, he slowly began to ease them on, feeling sheer delight as the
light from the bedroom glistened off his shimmering legs. When he had
the nylons over his knees, he stood back up and pulled them all the way
on. Then he picked up his mother's slip and bundled it over his head,
shivering in excitement as the cool fabric cascaded down his eager
body. The lacy hem fell into place a few inches above his knees, and it
rode up his silky thighs when he reached down to get the blouse off the
floor.
Jerry took a few deep breaths before he pulled the sleeves over his
arms and began to fumble with the pearl white buttons, reversed from
the buttons on his own shirts. Jerry didn't mind. He was in heaven as
he watched the girl in the mirror button up her blouse. How many nights
had he dreamed of something like this, tossing and turning in bed,
yearning for a chance to explore his secret desires? He didn't know
where this might lead, and he was afraid to think about the possible
consequences. All he knew was that for as long as he could remember, he
had fantasized about what it would be like to be a girl. As his body
inched towards puberty, his fantasies took on a sense of urgency, and
tonight he was determined to play them out.
When his blouse was buttoned up to the neck, he put the rest of the
dirty clothes back in the hamper and started sifting though the hangers
for his mother's pleated gray skirt. He had often envied her when she
wore it, wondering how it must feel to have a skirt flip around your
knees, and he was about to find out. When he spied it on its skirt
hanger, he made a note of where to return it before he released the
clasps and held it in front of himself. "Here goes," he said to himself
as he stepped into it, and he quickly pulled it up to his waist and
reached back for the zipper. When it was fastened, he lifted it up and
tugged his blouse and slip down over his nylons, just as he remembered
his mother doing when he accompanied her into the ladies room as a very
young boy. Truth be told, that was his earliest childhood memory, one
which during years of therapy in later life would take on great
significance.
Skirted at last, Jerry paused to savor the moment. How wonderful it
felt to have stockings on his legs! How wonderful they made his legs
look, so sheer and silky! How would it look and feel when he put on a
pair of high heels? The walls of the closet were lined with shoe boxes,
and Jerry kneeled down in his nylons and searched for the right pair.
There they were, her black pumps, with sturdy 2" heels that shouldn't
be too hard to get around in. Suddenly Jerry had a twinge of anxiety.
They looked so small! What if they didn't fit? His fears vanished when
he stepped into the shoes, which slipped easily over his sheer nylons.
He took a few tentative steps before he realized that there was nothing
to it.
Jerry Parker was radiant when he emerged from his mother's closet,
lingering in front of the mirror over his parents' dresser before
walking into their bathroom. He watched in delight as his skirt swirled
around his legs, and when he sat down at his mother's vanity, he
carefully smoothed it behind him and practiced crossing his legs, again
and again, relishing the sensation as his nylons slid together. He
opened the drawers and found a tube of pale pink lipstick. Gingerly, he
applied just a touch to his pouting lips. As if by magic, his face went
from boyish to pretty. The transformation was complete. Time stood
still as Jerry tiptoed downstairs.
***
Captain Parker eased back on the twin throttles and pulled the control
yolk a fraction of an inch towards his lap, just enough to flare the
Boeing 737 into a perfect touchdown. As the captain's hands and feet
deftly worked the controls, applying brakes and thrust reversers, his
copilot had to admit that nobody could handle an airplane any better.
Not that he would ever admit it.
Jerry's father had earned the grudging respect of his peers the hard
way. Taking a most unusual path, he had joined the airline as a flight
attendant, taking flying lessons in his free time while struggling to
support his wife and son. Every spare cent went towards logging the
hours necessary to get his commercial license and jet ratings, until he
finally amassed enough flying time to get his shot in the cockpit.
Despite his obvious skill, he was openly disdained by most of the
senior pilots, and regarded as an oddity by the junior pilots and
flight attendants, not to mention airline management. If it hadn't been
for the unions, he would never have had a chance.
After the plane was at the gate and the routine paperwork attended to,
Captain Parker headed out to the curb to catch the shuttle to the
employee parking lot. Although he was slight of build, his navy blue
uniform gave him an air of command, and his keen blue eyes and wrinkle-
free face belied his forty years. He drew a few admiring glances from a
group of young flight attendants, which were returned with a shy smile.
A devoted husband and father, he hadn't strayed in twelve years of
marriage, and he wasn't about to start now. When the shuttle pulled up
beside his BMW, he thanked the driver, threw his flight bag and
suitcase into the trunk, and headed for home.
He was just pulling onto the freeway when his car phone rang. He pushed
the speaker button on the steering wheel. "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
It was his wife. "Just got in the car. I'll be home in half an hour.
Anything wrong?"
"I'll say. You need to have a talk with your son."
***
When Jerry's mother got home a few minutes earlier, she had been
startled by the sight of a girl dashing up the stairs. All she had been
able to make out was a blur of shapely legs beneath the whirling skirt
of the fleeing stranger. "Who are you? she shouted. "Jerry, where are
you?" When she heard the sound of a door slamming shut, she raced up
the stairs and pounded on the door to her son's room. "Jerry! Let me
in!"
"No!" he shouted back, and the tone of her son's voice startled her.
Jerry was such an obedient child, and he'd never given his parents any
serious trouble.
"Jerry, do you have a girl in there with you?"
There was a long pause, then Jerry said, "Leave us alone."
"Just wait until your father gets home, young man."
***
Jerry's skirt was rippling around his knees as he trembled like a leaf
in his bedroom. Totally preoccupied, he had completely lost track of
time, and when he heard his mother opening the front door, all he could
do was sprint for the stairs and try to make it back to his room before
his mother saw him.
He thought he was too late, but evidently his mother hadn't recognized
him. What a break! Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Better to
have his parents think he had a girl stashed in his room than to learn
that he had been parading around the house in his mother's clothes!
Could he get away with it? First things first. He fumbled with the
buttons on his blouse, and it seemed to take forever for him to
unfasten them all. Then he unzipped his skirt and peeled off his slip,
stockings and body briefer. He kicked the clothes under his bed and put
on his jeans and sweatshirt. What had he forgotten? The lipstick! That
God he hadn't messed around with the rest of his mother's makeup. He
found a black sock in his dirty clothes and rubbed furiously at his
lips.
When he'd done the best he could, he sat down on his bed and tried to
think. Had he left any evidence in his mother's closet? He was pretty
sure he put the rest of her dirty clothes back in her hamper, but the
open shoebox on the floor would be a dead giveaway.
Another problem: his make-believe girlfriend was the perfect alibi, but
what would happen when he opened his door and she was nowhere to be
found? Coolly, he walked over to his window and slid it all the way up.
It opened onto a roof above the front porch, and the branches of an
overgrown beech tree curled to within six inches of the edge. So, his
imaginary lover was an acrobat...he left the window open and was
closing the curtains when he heard his father's car in the driveway.
Jerry pulled back from the window and watched from behind the drawn
curtains as his mother intercepted his father when he got out of his
BMW. Soon the two of them were having an animated conversation at the
end of the driveway. Without hesitation, Jerry grabbed the clothes from
under his bed and raced into his parents' bedroom. He stuffed the
lingerie and blouse back into his mother's hamper, put her shoes back
into their shoebox, and reached for the skirt hanger. Has hands were
shaking, and he wasted valuable time getting the skirt lined up on the
clamps, then it was back in its place.
He was just in time. No sooner had he returned to his room than he
heard his mother and father coming up the stairs.
***
When Jerry's mother stuck her head in the window of her husband's BMW,
she was beside herself. "He's got a girl in his room!"
"I didn't even know he was interested in girls."
"Well, there are apparently a lot of things we don't know about him.
He's locked the door, and he won't let me in."
"Who's the girl?"
"How do I know? She was running away from me when I walked in the
door!"
Captain Parker switched off the ignition and got out of the car. His
wife followed him to the end of the driveway, where a streetlight
provided some illumination, and she was furious when she saw the smile
on his face. "You think this is funny?"
"We always wondered how our boy would turn out. I guess now we know."
"How can you approve of this?"
"I'm not saying I approve, and believe me, Jerry and I are going to
have quite a talk. He's going to get grounded for sure. But at least we
know he's a red-blooded American boy. I mean, what were you doing when
you were his age?"
Mrs. Parker shook her head with a sad smile. "Playing with dolls and
dresses."
***
"Open the door, young man."
Jerry instantly obeyed his father, and when he swung open the door, his
parents barged into his room. "Where is she?" his mother demanded.
Jerry said nothing. His father stood with a stern look on his face
while his mother looked in the closet, then got down on her knees and
peeked under the bed. "Where is she hiding?"
A sudden breeze ruffled the curtains, and Jerry's father crossed the
room and stuck his head out the open window. "My God, who are you
seeing, a Romanian gymnast?"
Jerry smiled. "No, Dad."
His mother joined his father at the window. "Dear Lord," she said.
Then, turning back to Jerry, she asked, "Do we know her?"
"No."
"What's her name?"
"Not telling."
"What do you mean? I want to know who was up here!"
"Sorry, Mom. But don't worry. Nothing happened."
"Don't talk to me like that!"
Jerry's father intervened. "Look, son, I can respect you for not
wanting to get the girl in trouble. But what you have done here is way
out of line. You're going to be grounded for the rest of the school
year. And I want you to know that we are both very disappointed in you.
Now get to bed."
***
Jerry lay back in his bed and thanked his lucky stars. He'd take
getting grounded any day over shame and humiliation. It must have been
shock therapy, because there was no way he was ever going to dress up
in women's clothing again!
How could he have let the time get away from him like that? He was
having so much fun pretending to be a girl, he'd had an inspiration to
make a video of himself. Not on his parents' new digital recorder, they
might find that...wasn't there an old VHS machine and camera boxed up
in the basement? Jerry had found it, and he was trying to figure out
how to set it up when he heard his mother's key in the front door.
Which reminded him. In his haste to make it back to his room, he had
carried with him a video cassette he'd found in the box with the
camera, and kicked under his bed with his mother's clothes. He switched
on the reading light and reached down under his bed until he found it.
There was a piece of paper wrapped around it with a dry old rubber
band, and it snapped in Jerry's hands. The paper fluttered open, and
Jerry recognized his mother's handwriting: "Dear Kit, This is the most
difficult letter I've ever written..."
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