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THE HOOKY PLAYER
By Dawn Marie
I knew I was going to play hooky today. My sister had worn
her favorite dress yesterday; it was also my favorite. I
knew it would be in the dirty wash pile and I could wear it
without getting it wrinkled. I would pretend to go to
school and wait until my mother went to work, which was
usually about fifteen minutes later, then I would go back
home and put on my sister's dress. I knew this would work
because I had done this many times.
I loved wearing my sister's clothes. I did it as often as
possible, which was really not that often because the only
chance I got to do it was when I knew there would be no one
home for a while. I saw my mother leave, gave her about ten
minutes and went back in the house.
I immediately went to the hamper and took out the dress. As
I picked it up I saw, right under it, her panties and
pantyhose. I took them to my sister's room where I could
pretend I was she and undressed to my underwear. All the
other times I did this all I did was to put the dress on
over my underwear, today however, when I saw the panties
and hose I thought it might be fun to go all the way.
I stripped naked. I sat on the edge of her bed, put my feet
through the leg holes and pulled the panties up my legs. I
was amazed by the way they felt on my hips. There was
nothing really different about them except they did not
have the front opening. I did the same with the pantyhose;
these felt great all over my legs and I could then
understand why girls wore them.
The dress was cute; it was blue plaid with a Peter Pan
collar and short puff sleeves. The top was a bit snug and
the skirt, from the waist down widened to the knee length
hem. I looked in my mirror, "Hey, this is cute", I thought
to myself.
My hair was not long so I gave myself bangs and tied a
kerchief around my head. As long as I am going this far I
wondered if her shoes fit. I got a pair of her socks from
her draw, put them on, folded the lace trimmed top down
like I knew she did and put on her black cross strap pumps.
Looking in the mirror this time I did not see myself, I saw
my sister, though not so pretty; which was not exactly the
truth because we were nearly identical eleven year old
twins.
I was so pleased with what I looked like that I went and
got one of her spare coats to put on, and an old empty
purse which I filled with balled up paper to make it look
full. I went to watch TV.
I stayed in the dress until about an hour before school let
out then changed into my own clothes and put all Jill's
things where I had gotten them. I was sorry that the day
passed so quickly but I enjoyed myself playing with her
dolls and other girl things.
The rest of the day all I could think about was the feeling
I got from wearing the pantyhose, the way they clung to my
legs and how my dress felt rubbing against my legs, no
wonder girl's made such a thing about their clothes. I
liked the way the pantyhose felt so much that, after that
day; two or three times a week I would wear a pair under my
pants.
A few weeks later I played sick so my mother would let me
stay home. I went even further this time. I took everything
that Jill had worn the previous day from the hamper,
yesterday was Sunday and mother took us out for supper so
she wore her best dress. It was a two piece look, the ankle
length skirt was black velour and full and the top was
white with long sleeves with elastic cuffs trimmed with
lace, it had a large stiff lace collar and a sewn in black
velour bow at the neck. Under it I wore a stiff petticoat
to make the skirt stand out. I again wore her old panties
and pantyhose and this time a white chemise under the
dress. I pulled the petticoat over my head and hooked it in
place, and then I pulled on the dress and buttoned the
little pearl buttons up the front. I felt so pretty in it.
I kept going to the mirror to see myself. I remembered she
wore a white lace shawl and carried a black purse; so I did
it too, I was pretending to be my sister; which I did every
time I dressed in her clothes.
I was sitting in the living room playing with Jill's Barbie
dolls when all of a sudden; the front door opened and my
mother walked in with another woman.
"Oh, hi Jill, I see you are feeling better, Tanya, this is
my daughter Jill; she was feeling sick this morning so I
let her stay home from school. Jill, will you help me with
something in the kitchen?" she grabbed me by my hand and
led me to the kitchen.
"When I get home from work tonight you better have a good
reason why you are in your sisters dress and her best one
at that. I don't have time for any excuses right now, Tanya
and I are on a lunch break and I need to pick up something.
You better get into something different. You know that is
Jill's favorite dress. If you must wear something of hers,
wear something that is not so fancy, maybe one of her old
dresses." She whispered to me. She went back to where Tanya
was waiting.
"Goodby Jill. I'm glad your better." She said and kissed me
good by like she always did to Jill.
I changed my clothes. I knew I was in trouble. When Jill
came from school I said nothing to her. I stayed in my room
until my mother came home. She went right to my room. I
looked at her, she did not look mad.
"O K Mister. Tell me all about it. Why were you wearing
Jill's best dress? Is this the first time you did it?"
I figured I might as well tell the truth, I knew from
experience the truth was always the best.
"I like wearing her clothes. I don't know why, I just do.
No it wasn't the first time. I have been doing it for a
long time. I feel so nice in them. I'm sorry. Am I in
trouble?"
She hugged me. "No, you're not in trouble but you better
not let her know you wore her best dress. I don't see
anything wrong with you wanting to wear a dress. If you
want to wear dresses you should get your own. Maybe Jill
will give you some of her old ones."
I did not know what to say. Was she kidding me, or was she
serious?
"I think we better see how Jill feels about it." \
We went to Jill's room and told her that I sometimes wore
her dresses.
"I know." She said, "At least I suspected. Sometimes I
would notice some of my things moved in different places
than where I put them. I checked and realized that it
usually happened after Jack was home alone." She turned to
me, "How do you look in them? Cute?"
"I think so." I said with my head down.
"Let's find out." Jill said and went to her closet. "Put
this on." She handed me a dress that she hardly ever wore.
I took it and went to my room and put it on over my
underwear. It was a plain dress, lime green, with a tank
top and short skirt that came to my knees. It looked cute
until you looked at my dirty sox and sneakers.
"We can do better than that," my mother said. She asked
Jill for some underwear. Jill gave her some that she was
going to throw away; she was not going to give me her good
ones. Mom gave them to me and told me to put them on, which
I did. Sheepishly I came out of my room. They saw I looked
better but still had the dirty shoes, Jill gave me a pair
of her pink sneakers. Mom and Jill thought my hair could
use some work so they brushed it and sprayed it. When
finished I looked exactly my sister.
"Now I have the sister I never wanted, but can live with."
Jill said when she was all finished. They let me stay in
the clothes until bedtime.
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A few weeks later on Saturday, Jill and mom went shopping
while I stayed home watching TV. They came home loaded with
packages as they usually did. Jill had to go to her
girlfriend's house; I helped put away the groceries. I came
across a bag from a girl's shop.
"I'll put this in Jill's room." I said.
"That is not Jill's, that is yours, we thought you might
like them." Mom said with a big smile.
I opened the bag and took out what was in it. There were a
couple of skirts, some tops, some girl's panties and
undershirts and several pairs of pantyhose.
"What's this? These are girl's things." I said.
"I told you I would get you some of your own clothes. Do
you want them?"
"Sure I do. Can I try them on? This skirt is cute, can I
wear it now?"
"OK, but just one outfit. You see I got you some underwear,
Jill doesn't want you wearing hers."
I took the stuff to my room. I picked out a complete
outfit. The panties were a set of day of the week panties,
this being Saturday; I put on the ones with Saturday
written across the front. The pantyhose gave me the same
sensation that I loved from the last time I wore pantyhose.
I put on the white undershirt. My skirt was dark blue with
white flowers; it had an elastic waist and fell to above my
knees. There was a white tank top that fit well.
I looked closely at myself to see that all was well before
going out to show my mother how I looked. I put a pair of
white canvas shoes that Jill had given me, and thought I
was done.
"Pretty, but not quite finished." My mother said. She
brushed my hair into a ponytail, short but cute. Jill had
also given me some jewelry; I put on a beaded necklace and
a scrunchy on my wrist. I was happy with how I looked but
wanted to tie on the kerchief that matched my skirt.
We were going to have lunch later. When mom started to make
lunch she realized there was no milk or bread.
"You'll have to go to the store." She told me.
"I don't want to get changed again." I whined.
"You don't have to. Just put on your jacket and go. You
look enough like your sister to make anyone think you are
her. Now go, scoot." She put some money in a little purse
and gave it to me.
I had never gone out side at any time that I wore Jill's
clothes. I knew boys are not supposed to wear girl's
clothes but I also knew my mother was right, I did look
exactly like Jill; after all, we were twins. I put on one
of her jackets, took the purse and walked out the door. It
was a block and a half to the store, usually short blocks
except today they were so long.
As soon as I stepped outside I could feel a slight breeze
blowing up my skirt; I kind of liked the feeling. I made it
to the store. I walked inside and gave the man behind the
counter my order and relaxed when the man called me Jill.
The man knew both of us and never even gave a second
thought that the girl he was waiting on was really her
brother. The walk back home was easy, I had passed muster.
I even waved to one of Jill's friends who rode past on a
bike.
I took the groceries in and told my mother how everything
worked out. We had lunch. A few hours later when Jill came
home I was still in the skirt and top. I told her about my
trip to the store. She said I looked cute and she seemed a
bit friendlier toward me since I started wearing girl's
clothes.
We played for awhile then had supper. Jill had changed
clothes twice since she came home so I thought I would too.
My second out fit was blue tank top with spaghetti straps;
it had a 'Superman' logo and silver studs around the neck
and armholes. A pair of shorts, black; with white stitching
around the pockets. Jill gave me a pair of multicolored sox
and red canvas shoes. I wore this at supper and stayed in
it until it was time to get ready for bed, I was going to
put on my own pajamas but Jill gave me a pair that she no
longer wanted.
"You may as well make a day of it." She said.
The pajamas were a red tank top, loose fitting, and pink
pants with strawberries all over them; and a pair of red
fluffy slippers. I enjoyed sleeping in them. (Them being
the pajamas, not the slippers.)
Mom decided on a couple of rules. One, no dressing on
school days. Two, no half dressing, i.e. A girl's top over
a boys undershirt, or wearing anything girl's with boys; a
few exceptions apply. Like boy's pants over girl's
underpants. I could live with these rules. I did not dress
every weekend, the fact that I was able to if I wanted to
sort of took a bit of the thrill out of it; but I still
liked it.
A few weeks later, during supper, mom asked us, "Would you
girl's like to go to a movie with me tomorrow night?" I
knew that she meant me and Jill and that I could be?whom?
They always called me Jack. Should I assume a girl's name?
What name?
"I'd love to go." I said and told her I wanted a girl's
name, especially out in public. I liked the name Tanya, so
Tanya I became. Other than when I had to go to the store a
few weeks ago, I had always stayed home when cross-dressed.
I wanted to go out again. Maybe I can feel the wind blow up
my dress again, I thought to myself.
Between what my sister gave me and what my mother bought
me, I had enough girls' things to choose something to wear
to the movie. It was Saturday morning. I put on a pair of
multicolored shorts with embroidery at the legs and a white
tee shirt with "Girl Power" stenciled across the chest.
Jill told me I better wear a cami under it. My hair was
done, as it always is when I became Tanya, in a ponytail. I
went shopping with my mother and Jill went to one of her
friends for the day.
Shopping was fun that day with my mom. We mostly just
looked around in some of the stores. She took me to some of
the girl's clothing stores and let me try on some of the
dresses. I particularly like trying the party dresses and
mom told me that if I was good, and saved my allowance, she
would let me get one. I used to see the girls shopping with
their mothers and saw how happy they all seemed. Shopping
with my mother, I could understand why they seemed so
happy. Mom did let me get some tank tops and a nightgown.
We went home and I put on one of the tops. Mom and I sat
around the living room and chatted, mother and daughter.
Jill came home in time for supper. She was content to wear
jeans and a top to the movie, not so with Tanya, I chose to
wear a dress. I had my own panties and pantyhose. I chose a
jumper dress; it was denim and knee length. Under it I wore
a short sleeve shirt with scalloped sleeves and neck. I
wore white knee sox and black sneakers. It was still a bit
chilly at night so I took a black sweater.
Jill was allowed to wear a bit of lipstick and had been for
a few weeks now. She put some on and asked mom if she could
put some on Tanya.
"If it is alright with him, go ahead."
I wanted to be just like my sister, I allowed her. We were
ready early; we both wanted to see the movie.
I really enjoyed myself-being with my sister and mother
that night. After the movie we went for a slice of pizza.
Jill made me go to the bathroom with her at the pizzeria.
At eleven years old I knew I should not be going into a
girl's bathroom but I really had to go and I knew that in a
dress I could not go into the boy's room. I had two
choices, one; try to hold it till we got home, or two, go
to the girl's room. I knew I could not hold it, I already
had been holding more than I thought possible. I went to
the girl's room with Jill. I was so relieved (Pun intended)
to see stalls. I entered one and sat and did my business as
quick as possible and got the hell out of there. I was a
bit reluctant to change back to Jack that night but I knew
Tanya could be back any time she wanted her to. And she did
come back, many times.
The End for Now.
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