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SISTER'S PARTY DRESS
By Beth Ann
My name is Andy; this is the story of how I got caught wearing my
little sister's dress and the circumstances that followed. I have
embellished the story, but the basic events actually occurred.
School came to an end; it had been the first year of school for my
little sister Jenny. Kindergarten was good for Jenny, she made many new
friends and was well liked by everybody. Jenny was a particularly cute
and bouncy little girl who loved to wear the colorful and frilly
clothes Mom would buy for her. Mom and Jenny would often go shopping
for the little dresses and outfits, I don't know who enjoyed the
clothes more, Jenny or Mom. Jenny was always cheerful with an outgoing
personality and sweet little smile. She seemed to standout and would
always get a lot of attention; she usually responded in a flirtatious
yet innocent manner and enjoyed the attention.
I had completed my 2nd grade. For me, the school year went well as far
as my grades and school work; however I had a difficult time making
friends and was sometimes teased by my classmates. You see, I was quite
small and petite for a seven year old boy. I was the smallest boy in my
class and smaller than many of the girls; in fact, I was just a little
taller then my sister Jenny and she was a kindergartner. Unlike my
sister Jenny, It seemed like I was plain and boring and just kind of
blended in going relatively unnoticed.
I looked forward to the summer break and hoped I would grow taller
before the next school year started. We live a ways out of town, which
made it tough to arrange for play dates with our friends. Mom had
enrolled Jenny in a ballet class and had us both take swimming lessons
to help keep us occupied over our summer break. Jenny was lucky to have
a couple of friends close by that she frequently played with. One of
which was Mindy, Jenny's best friend who was also in Jenny's twice
weekly ballet class. Once a week Jenny and I went our swimming class.
Jenny had so many friends and was well liked by their parents, she had
a lot of play dates, many more then I did.
I started to notice something quite different about the way Mom treated
Jenny and her friends during their play dates from the way she treated
me and my friends. Mom always made an extra effort to make Jenny's play
dates a little more festive. She took an interest in what the girls
were doing and offered them encouragement and help if they were having
trouble with their activities. In the course of my play dates Mom
seemed distant and only interested in keeping us from making a mess and
out of trouble When Jenny and I played together, I enjoyed the
increased attention from Mom and didn't mind being talked to in the
more childish fashion she generally used with Jenny. I started to envy
Jenny for the amount of attention she received as well as the gentle
nature in which it was delivered. For that reason I was spending more
of my time playing with Jenny, I think Mom was a little curious about
the change in my play habits.
The last 3 or 4 times Mom had taken Jenny to her ballet lesson she
allowed me to stay home and watch a little TV rather then having to
endure the hour long wait while the dance class was in progress. Some
quiet time was nice and these were my first opportunities to have the
house to myself.
Jenny and I had been playing a lot recently with much of the time spent
in her bedroom. I found her room intriguing with a lot of interesting
things. I couldn't help but to look around a bit, my plain old jeans
and T-shirts were boring when compared to Jenny's colorful and festive
clothes. I was curious about her clothes and would get a funny feeling
as I held them in front me standing in the mirror. I wondered what it
was like to be a little girl, to wear those cute little outfits and to
receive the special treatment little girls often get.
Jenny's 6th birthday was only a couple of days away; she was very
excited about her upcoming party. Five of Jenny's friends would be
attending the party, all girls from her kindergarten class. Mom had
been planning the party for sometime and asked me I would like help her
with some of the games. I don't think she really needed my help, but
Jenny didn't want an icky boy at her party and Mom didn't want me to
feel completely left out. Our basement was completely decorated with
balloons, ribbons, streamers and etc. Mom went all out to make this
party special as she did for everything involving Jenny.
The day of the party had arrived. Mom took great care in getting Jenny
ready the celebration with a new party dress and ponytails in her hair.
Jenny was as cute as ever and she knew it, the dress was darling. Mom
loved to dress her up and was admiring her efforts. One by one the
little girls arrived, all of them wearing their little party dresses,
many of them with ribbons in their hair. Jenny was delighted; Mom knew
them all by name and welcomed each one of them commenting on their
outfits.
The party was under way, Mom was in her glory and make sure each girl
was having a good time. I just kind of stayed out of the way and
watched as the girls laughed and giggled playing their party games. I
guess I was mesmerized by all those cute little girls in their dresses
when Mom asked me if I wanted to join them for ice cream.
"Earth to Andy," she said, "do you feel alright honey?"
"I'm fine, I was just daydreaming," I replied.
I sat down with the girls to enjoying a bowl of ice cream when one of
the girls said with a giggle, "Where's your dress? You need a dress for
this party, Jenny said so."
The girls all laughed; little did they know that the thought had
crossed my mind. The party was coming to an end, before long all the
girls had been picked up and the whole thing was over.
The summer had passed quickly; it's back to school next week. We were
very busy, Mom took us to our swimming lesson and after that we went
shopping for school supplies. The next day I was in my room organizing
my new school supplies when Mom came in and told me that she was taking
Jenny to her ballet class and she'd be back a little after 12:00 noon.
"Stay in the house and only 30 minutes of TV," Mom said as she departed
with Jenny.
As I watched her drive away I couldn't stop thinking about Jenny's
birthday party. I was jealous; everything about the party seemed so
special.
The house was quite and peaceful, I wandered into Jenny's room to look
around. I started thinking again about how cute the girls were in their
party dresses and all of the special attention Jenny had received.
Jenny's closet door was open; my eye caught her collection of dresses.
There in front was the very dress she wore for her birthday party. It
was a short dress with a high waist and lots of ruffles. The dress was
pink and white with a small print pattern of balloons, ribbons and ice
cream cones. It had an attached pinafore with the image of a kitten
playing with a ball of string. The sleeves were puffy with lace
trimmings. The dress looked kind of babyish for a 6 year old.
I took the dress off the hanger and stepped over to the mirror, holding
the dress in front of me I was trying to imagine how it must feel to
wear something so cute and girlish. It didn't seem right, boys don't
wear dresses I thought and placed it back in the closet. I went into
the kitchen for a snack and tried to get the dress off my mind. I
really wanted to try that dress on, after all, what would it hurt. I
took a look at the clock, only 10:55, I had at least 60 minutes before
Mom and Jenny would be home.
That was it, I had to try on that dress, I had fooled around with a few
of Jenny's things before, but never anything so girly and juvenile. I
was skinny and only a little taller then Jenny, surly it would fit.
Into Jenny's room I went, with shaking hands I took off my shirt. I
lifted the dress over my head and put my arms thought the elasticized
sleeves. The dress slid down into place, there was a zipper on the back
and some pink sashes. I couldn't seem to get the zipper up, so I went
into the bathroom and stood sideways to the mirror. I was able to work
the zipper all the way up and tie the sash at the small of my back.
I turned and faced myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe it, there I
stood in Jenny's party dress, it was a little snug, but it fit. I loved
it; I felt as it I didn't have a care in the world. I watched myself in
the mirror as I made my best curtsy and fussed with the dress. Then I
heard something, it couldn't be, Mom was home!! She wasn't supposed to
be home for an hour! I locked the bathroom door and franticly tried to
get out of the dress. The zipper was stuck, I tried to pull the dress
over my head, I couldn't get it off. A tear came to my eye, by this
time Mom was at the bathroom door.
Mom called through the door, "Are you alright honey?"
I answered, but Mom could hear the stress in my voice and could tell I
was trying to hide something.
"I'm coming in!" she said. The door opened, Mom came in and took a long
look at me. "WHY DO YOU HAVE JENNY'S DRESS ON?" she said.
With teary eyes I replied, "I don't know, I just wanted to see what it
was like."
"So, do you want to be a little girl?" Mom asked in a condescending
voice as if she were talking to a 4 year old.
"No Mom, no," I said.
Mom turned me around and untied the sash, then she stopped.
"The zipper stuck Mom, please help me," I said pulling at the dress.
With a little tug, Mom pulled tight the sashes and tied a neat bow at
the small of my back. "Do you know why the zipper and sashes are on the
back of this dress?" Mom asked.
"I don't know," I said.
"So little girls can't take off their dress without Mommy's help," she
said with a smile. "Now let's get you ready, we've got to pickup Jenny
in half an hour."
"No, Mommy please!" I protested with teary eyes.
Mom took me by the hand and led me into Jenny's room. "Now take off
those pants and underwear," Mom said as she looked through Jenny's
dresser and closet for more clothes. "Don't cry princess," Mom said as
laid out pink panties with ruffles on the backside, white tights and
shiny black shoes.
Mom slipped the pink panties up my legs. "Your dress is a little short
so you'll need to wear these nice tights," she said in a juvenile
fashion.
After the tights Mom placed my feet in the shiny black shoes. "These
are Mary Janes," she said. They were a little tight, but Mom loosened
the straps and hooked them onto my feet.
I had stopped crying by now and was trying to figure out what Mom was
trying to prove. Mom again took my hand and led me into to bathroom.
She placed me in front of the mirror.
"So how do you like your party dress, little girl?" Mom said in a
mocking voice.
I was speechless, from the neck down I looked like I was 3 or 4 years
old, because I was a little taller then Jenny the dress was way above
my knee, much like a toddler.
"Now let's do something with that hair," Mom said.
I started to whimper a little and Mom said, "I think you want to know
what it like to be a little girl and today you'll find out."
My hair was a little long as I was way over due for a hair cut. Mom
carefully brushed out my hair and made a clean neat part in the middle.
Then she made tight little pigtails, one on each side of my head. I had
seen her do this to Jenny before, sometimes Jenny would cry and I could
see why. She put tight little rubber bands around each pigtail and then
finished with a pink ribbon tied in a bow. Quick like she picked up a
bottle of Love's Baby Soft and sprayed the stuff on my neck. It smelled
sweet and reminded me of baby powder.
"There," she said, "now you smell as sweet as you look."
At last she's done, the whole think took about 10 or 15 minutes, but it
seemed like it would never end.
Mom placed me in front of the mirror and gushed, "Aren't we precious!"
and said sarcastically, "And you picked out the dress out all by
yourself."
I looked in the mirror and could hardly believe my eyes, ribbons in my
hair, tights and a cute little party dress. I followed Mom out of the
bathroom, I wasn't used to wearing a dress. The dress had a crinoline
underneath that tickled my leg as I walked. The high waist and sash
were sung around my torso and there no where to put my hands. The shiny
black Mary Janes had hard heals that made clicking noises as I walked.
"Please Mom, I don't want to be a little girl, I want my clothes back."
"Sorry honey," she said. "But you went snooping into Jenny's closet,
took the dress and put it on all by yourself and now you'll wear it all
day, that will be your punishment."
Mom told me that she noticed that I had been paying attention to
Jenny's clothes, especially her dresses. She said that she knew I had
been going through my sister's stuff and that some of Jenny's things
were missing or out of place. She said she was very disappointed that I
would be trying on my sisters clothing.
"Today I dropped Jenny off and came back instead of staying and
watching her, because I thought you might be getting into her clothes
again," she said. Mom looked over at the clock, picked up her purse.
"Come along honey, we've got to pickup Jenny," she said.
"I can't go out like this Mommy." I said.
"Don't worry, Mommy will take good care of her little girl," Mom said
with a reassuring smile.
Taking my hand and leading me out to the car, she opened the door and
helped me with the seat belt. I looked around, thank goodness there was
nobody watching.
I cowered down in the seat, the dress was puffed up except where the
seat belt crossed my lap. Looking down I saw cute little legs clad in
white tights and Mary Janes. I was uncomfortable; however I started to
relax a little. I had this funny feeling and kind of liked it. We were
driving now and Mom picked up a doll Jenny had left in the car. Mom
playfully tossed the doll into my lap.
"Is this your doll, princess?" Mom said with a smile.
Mom told me that if I was a good little girl and minded my manners, she
would let me take off the dress before dinner. Dad would be home for
dinner, I surly didn't want to have Dad to come home and find me in a
dress, especially knowing that Mom would tell him I have been going
through Jenny stuff and trying on her clothes. I picked up the doll and
gave Mom a little smile.
"Okay Mommy, I'll try."
We were now entering the parking lot of the dance studio, "I'll just
wait here in the car Mommy," I said cheerfully, hoping Mom would let me
stay in the car.
"You're coming in, now don't make a fuss unless you want to spend the
entire evening in that dress," she replied.
Mom got out of the car and I followed as close as I could, hoping I
could hide behind her. As we went into the dance studio I felt as if
all eyes were upon me. Jenny's ballet class was not yet over; Mom took
my hand and pulled me into a big room with mirrors on the walls. The
little girls in their pink tights and leotards were dancing to gentle
music, paying attention to Ms. Carson, their dance teacher. Standing
there, I could see my reflection in the mirrors, with the tights and
ribbons in my hair I looked really cute, but something wasn't right, I
don't know what is was but, I still looked like a boy in a dress.
There were some other moms standing near us, also waiting for the class
to end. I had been keeping my head down trying not to make eye contact
with anybody; however I noticed some strange looks directed my way.
A little girl maybe 4 or 5 years old stepped up next to me and said in
a sweet voice. "Hi, what's your name?"
I tried to ignore her.
She moved closer and said again, "Hi, what's your name?" except louder.
Mom tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Answer her!"
"Andy," I said sheepishly.
She looked at me real funny and said, "Are you a boy, boys aren't
supposed to wear dresses?"
Fortunately the class had ended, the music was winding down and little
girls were finding their mothers.
Jenny quickly walked up and asked, "Who is this Mommy?" Just then she
gave me a good hard looked and gasped, "Why are you wearing my dress,
Andy?"
Jenny's friend Mindy and her Mom were standing close by and overheard
her. I was speechless and I could feel my face turning red. Mindy's Mom
knew who I was, I had met her before, she had been checking me out and
moved closer for a better look.
"Hi Connie," Mom said. "As you can see, Andy wanted to try on a dress
today."
"I see..." Connie replied with curiosity. "Andy, you're as cute as a
button, did you get dressed all by yourself?"
Mom looked down at me. "Answer her sweetheart," she said.
"I put on the dress, Mom made me wear these tights and fixed my hair,"
I said with a pout.
"Well Andy, little girls often wear tights with their dress," she
replied, patting me on my head.
I could see some of the girls giggling as their mothers lead them away.
"Can we please go home now Mom!" I begged.
Mom talked a little more with Connie before she made her goodbyes. As I
waiting for Mom to finish, Jenny and Mindy were talking and giggling.
Mindy spoke up and said, "Andy, you look cute cute cute, just like a
big dolly!" She grabbed my hand and try to turn me around so she see me
from the back.
I pulled away and told her, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Mom gave me a harsh look and told me. "Play nice, now turn around and
let the girls see your pretty dress!"
Remembering what Mom told in the car about minding my manners and being
able to take off the dress I took a step back and slowly turned around.
"That's better; now let's go home for some lunch."
As we were making our way to the car I watched Jenny skipping along in
her pink tights and leotard, happy as can be. I started to relax a
little more and had a strange urge to skip along with Jenny, but I
couldn't bring myself to actually do it. Once in the car Mom carefully
arranged my dress and secured my seat belt. Jenny reached over and took
my hand.
"I always wanted a sister!" she said enthusiastically. It was obvious
that Jenny like seeing me in that dress.
"Jenny would you like Andy to play with you this afternoon, like she
was your sister?" Mom said encouragingly.
"Oh yes Mommy, we could be sister twins!" Jenny replied.
"Andy," Mom said, "I'll let you take off the dress before your dad gets
home if you'll play with your sister, I don't want to hear any
complaining and you'll have to play along nicely, if you don't want to
that's fine, but you'll keep the dress on up until bedtime, including
dinner."
I knew I wasn't going to get out of this so I though I might better
cooperate, besides I had secretly though about being dressed and
treated as a little girl and now was my opportunity.
"Okay Mommy, I'll be a good girl and play with Jenny," I said with a
smile.
Soon we were home. Jenny was anxious to play with her new pretend
sister twin. Jenny ran into her room and changed into a cute little
dress with white tights and Mary Jane shoes. Mom fixed Jenny's hair
into pigtails with ribbons just like mine. Mom had us stand in front of
the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes, there in the mirror stood two
cute little girls, we did look-a-like twins, a little bit. Mom was all
smiles; she knelt down and gave us both a big hug.
"Are my little darlings ready for some lunch?" she said. "You girls get
washed up and Mommy will warm some soup for you."
Jenny and I scampered into the bath and washed our little hands. Lunch
was fun; Mom used some of the party supplies left over from Jenny's
birthday party to make our lunch entertaining and festive.
After lunch Jenny and I went to her room to play. She was excited about
playing with the new dollhouse she had received for her birthday. The
dollhouse was pretty neat; it had a roof that could be removed and lots
of miniature furniture. We set up the little dollhouse in the middle of
her room on the floor. Jenny was really nice to me; she decided to call
me Andy even though I was pretending to be a little girl. I loved the
feeling of the dress and tights, as we were sitting on the hardwood
floor of Jenny's room. My tights and panties were slippery on the
smooth wood floor and my dress was kind of spread out around me. I
could easily slide around the floor as we played with the dollhouse. We
also played on Jenny's bed with her stuffed animals and other birthday
presents. I was feeling quite comfortable, occasionally Jenny would do
or say something really funny and we would giggle and laugh.
I hadn't noticed, but Mom had been watching us through the door, she
came in and said, "My goodness, you girls have been playing for almost
2 hours."
I think Mom was rather surprised that I seemed to enjoy frolicking
around in the dress and tights. "So Andy, do you like dressing up like
a little girl?" She asked.
Not wanting to admit that I liked wearing the dress I replied, "Not
really, I was just pretending to be Jenny's sister twin, like you
wanted. Can I get out of this dress now?" I asked knowing soon it would
be dinner time.
Jenny looked sad at the prospect of losing her little playmate. Mom
told me, "You need to help your sister clean up her room, then I'll
help you take off the dress."
Jenny and I packed up the dollhouse and straightened up her room real
nice. Jenny gave me a big hug and asked me if I'd be her sister twin
again sometime. I told her maybe, but it would have to be our secret,
if my friends found out they'd call me a sissy and tease me even more.
Mom called me out to the living room and had me sit in her lap.
"Honey," she said, "if you want to wear a dress again, let me know, but
I don't want you snooping around Jenny's room and getting into her
clothes."
"Okay Mom," I said.
Mom was now removing the pigtails and ribbons from my hair. "Do you
want me to take you shopping for your own dress and tights?" she asked.
Her question embarrassed me, I told her that I just wanted to try the
dress to see how it looked and I didn't want my own dress.
"Well," Mom said, "if you wanted to, I would love to dress you up
again, I think it's cute, but If I catch you wearing Jenny's clothes
again, I'll take you shopping for your own dress and tights and you'll
keep them in your closet so you'll have them to wear."
Mom slid me off her lap and took into my room, she helped me take off
the dress.
After I had my boy clothes back on, Mom told me, "Take this dress and
put it back where you found it and apologize to Jenny for getting into
her clothes."
Carrying the dress I walked into Jenny's room and made my apology.
Jenny smiled and told me it was okay.
"I liked playing sister twin with you and my party dress makes you look
just like a real sister," she said.
I hung the dress back in the closet and couldn't help but to noticed
Jenny's dance recital outfit. The image of myself in that darling
little tutu popped into my head. No No I said to myself and got out of
that evil closet.
Hmmm I thought, I wonder what Mom would do if told her I would like to
try on the tutu, or better yet, what if I let her catch me with it on??
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