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Diapered And Dressed Part 4 By Laurie Ann Brown As we pulled into the drive and Mom reached over to undo my seatbelt I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. We had ridden in total silence the entire trip from the school. I slid out of the car and followed behind her with my head bowed in shame for allowing what had been done to me to be done. I wondered what I could have, should have done to have prevented this. Mom never asks me why I was dressed this way. I knew she must be really mad and when Dad found out I knew I was really going to get it. Mom went through the door into the house as I followed. Beth and Carol parted ways as Mom brushed between them without a word and headed up the stairs presumably to her bedroom. As I entered Beth's mouth dropped open so far I could see her tonsils. She was actually stunned in silence. Carol on the other hand had prior knowledge of my situation and really let loose on me. "See, I told you so. He stole a girl's uniform and put it on at school today. He even went to class in it and lied to the teacher telling her some big boys stole his clothes," Carol shouted. "Look at your pretty little sister now in her very own stolen uniform. Geeze, Bobbi, oh, sorry I mean Laurie Ann, I can't believe you'd do something like this at school. All the kids were teasing me about having a real sissy for a brother." "Shut-up! I didn't do this. It was your punk boyfriend George. He and his friends did it to me. They tricked me into the locker room and said they were going to beat me up every day if I didn't do what they said," I shouted in reply. Tears stared down my cheeks, as my face grew red from the humiliation. Mom never even looked back or said a word. I was being left to the torment of my sister. It was then that Beth found her voice. "Bobbi, you do look just like a girl. We even heard about it in my class, but I didn't know it was you. Don't cry Bobbi, I'll bet they let you be a girl at school if you want to," Beth cajoled. "Yeah I'll bet my old uniforms will fit you and you won't have to steal anymore," Carol added. By this time I had pushed through them and was quickly heading to the stairs and the confines of my room to get rid of this source of humiliation. I yelled back over my shoulder to Carol, "You better just shut up. I'm going to tell Mom and Dad everything. I'm going to tell about you and Emily putting pee in my pants and on George for telling on me and beating me up in the locker room." I reached my room and slamming the door behind me dove head long onto my bed, releasing a whole days worth of pent up emotions of humiliation and fear in the form of tears. I was completely spent. I cried myself to sleep, unable to control the flowing tears and depression I felt, wondering what would be happening to me. I would never again go to school. They could beat me or send me to jail, but I wouldn't ever go back. Mary Brown had just experienced one of the worst days of her life. There was a sense of embarrassment on her part having been called to school to pick up her son dressed as a girl and finding out he had dressed himself that way. It wasn't Sister Sara who she thought might have attempted to humiliate her son because of her intervention on his behalf. How could she explain this to her husband? Would this be the last straw for him? Could she protect her son from the punishment her husband was sure to met out on him in his anger and more so frustration? Her mind was totally absorbed in these thoughts from the time they left the school till now. She thought she remembered her daughters saying something as she entered the house, but couldn't really recall what was said. She pulled herself together and returned downstairs to the kitchen to get their supper started. She heard the sobs from her son's room as she passed the door, but was not able to bring herself to confront him at this time. The girls were on her the minute she entered the kitchen. "Mom, is Bobbi really going to go to school as a girl and be a girl forever?" Beth queried. "Mom, you got to make him stop. All the kids at school are teasing me about my sissy queer brother. I was so embarrassed today. Can you imagine having your brother steal a girl's uniform and wear it to school? They said he was even wearing girls panties and vest under his clothes and said they were his," Carol admonished almost finishing in a whine. "Look girls, I don't want to discuss your brother right now. Your brother may be ah... ahh well be disturbed. I'm sure this will all resolve itself in a short time. Right now I just need you to go do your homework, watch TV or just stay out of my way while I get us something to eat. And I don't want any more discussions about your brother right now and I would appreciate you're leaving him to himself right now. You know as embarrassing as it might have been for you, you might consider what your brother must be going through. Now scat!" Mom retorted. The girls retreated and Mom spent the next hour preparing dinner for us. It had been about an hour and a half since I had cried myself to sleep. I awoke to a soft knocking on my door and Mom opening it and sliding softly into my room. There I was sprawled out on the bed, still in the stolen uniform. The pleated gray skirt up over my thighs, the blazer still wrapped around me and the ribbon still in my hair. I sat up and rubbed my eyes as Mom looks down at me in a manor of deep wistfulness. "Bobbi, I... I, well dinner is ready, come on down and eat before it gets cold," Mom spoke softly while looking me over from head to toe. "Mom I... Mom it wasn't my fault," I mumbled as she just put her finger to her lips to shush me. "Not now Bobbi. Later we'll talk about it, OK. Let's just eat now and relax a little. You should change your school clothes when you get home so they're not all wrinkled. But you can change after supper, now wipe your face and let's go eat." "But Mom..." "No, buts young lady... I mean Bobbi, just get up and get downstairs." As Mary retreated from her son's room she wondered again, he didn't even attempt to get out of the skirt. Is my son a transsexual? All the tests when he was born were normal for a male child. Is he just a latent cross-dresser? I had forgotten about the clothes. I had fallen asleep and things didn't seem any better when I awoke. In fact now Mom had discovered me still dressed like a schoolgirl. Now I had to go eat dinner dressed like this in front of Carol and Beth. I dejectedly headed down the stairs to the kitchen table for supper. Carol and Beth were already seated and they gave me a real stare as I entered in my shorter than regulation skirt and be ribboned hair. They said nothing. Mom had already threatened them with severe punishment if they teased me and beyond teasing it appeared they had nothing to communicate to their sissy brother. I pulled my chair out and flopped down on it as Mom witnessed this said, "Laurie... Bobbi you know to fold your skirt under you when sitting. You'll have it all wrinkled sitting like that." I stood and folded the skirt under me and sat once again just like the girl they expected. About half way through dinner Beth finally spoke, "Bobbi you look nice in your uniform." To which I curtly replied, "It's not my uniform and I hope you have a picture cause you'll never see it again on me." Then Carol spoke, "Bobbi why did you do it? Everyone at school was talking about you." "Carol, I didn't do it. They made me. I'm never going back to school, ever again." "Girls, that's enough. I said we were not going to discuss this at dinner. Now I don't want to hear another word, understand?" Mom said taking charge. "But Mom he's still wearing a girls uniform and even we have to change when we get home," Carol challenged. "That is none of your concern young lady and does not give you the right to disobey my orders. You can just do the dishes and clean up the kitchen after dinner and maybe you'll learn to listen," Mom retorted. Under her breath Carol had to have the last word. "Yeah like my sissy brother dresses up like a girl in school and embarrasses everyone and I get punished." I was going to remain strong. She wasn't going to get to me. I wasn't going to cry like a girl and run away from the table even though my appetite was satisfied with a bare mouthful of food and the feast of humiliation I had engorged this day. As soon as Mom pushed her chair from the table signifying that dinner was officially over I scooted my chair back and made a beeline for my bedroom. Once inside I literally tore the uniform from my body including the panties and vest. I was about to dump them all in a pile next to the garbage can when I thought about the possible consequences. I then placed the panties, vest and socks into the laundry hamper and hung the blazer, blouse and skirt on hangers. I did not put them in my closet, but hung them on the doorknob to my room. Meanwhile Carol was on the phone to Emily. She wanted to find out if damage had been done to her reputation because of her brother. She also wanted to find out what really occurred. Bobbi did mention that it was George and friends, but she couldn't believe George would have betrayed a confidence. And most of all if he was planning something so horrific as this, why hadn't he included her in on it? "Emily, Hi. My brother came home wearing a girl's complete uniform right down to the panties and vest. Mom had to go get him from school, but she won't talk about it and what really happened. Bobbi said George made him do it." "Slow down girl. (Giggling) Yeah George and two of his buddies conned him into going to the locker room with them. They had already raided the girl's locker room and stole Janice's uniform while she was taking gym." "Noooooo!" "Oh yes, girl. Well they stripped him and told him they would beat him up every day if he didn't do what he was told and if he told anybody they forced him into it. But, when they stripped him, they found him wearing a pair of your panties and vest." "They weren't mine. Mom bought him that stuff this summer. Remember when we had her convinced he wanted to dress like a girl? Oh shit this is so off the wall. I don't know what he told Sister Sara and Mom but he said coming in the door tonight that he was going to tell the whole story. He's going to tell on us for wetting his pants and on George and those guys for what they did to him." "Well, I can handle the heat. I'm sticking to my story. Ha Ha. But he better think twice about squealing to anyone about those guys. They will beat the crap out of him. You better let him know what he's letting himself in for before he spills the beans. And I still have all those pictures of him that could get passed all over school." "Oh, Emily I don't know. I mean he's been so humiliated already. I kinda feel sorry for him. Maybe we should just lay off for a while and see if maybe the guys will too." "Look Carol, if you go all soft on him now and start defending him you're going to end up with people talking about the queer girl with the sissy brother. He brought it on himself. Why didn't he just sneak home and change clothes. I even heard Sister Sara found him in the locker room standing up on a bench modeling in front of a mirror." "What are they saying about me? I can't help what my stupid brother does. I don't know why he didn't sneak home. He even wore the uniform to eat dinner in and I ended up having to do the dishes and clean the kitchen." "Well I haven't heard much, but if you protect him you'll end up in the same weirdo group as him in everyone's eyes." "Look I got to go. I'll try and talk to him and see if I can keep him from getting his ass kicked. Just don't let the pictures go yet. It may be the only way we can get out from under this if he starts babbling. Ok bye, talk to you later." Now Carol was beside herself. If she didn't defend her brother she knew her mother would come down on her. If she did defend him then she'd end up ostracized by her schoolmates. She had to find out what was going on with him. After Mom bought him those clothes she never saw him ever wear them. But then they said he was wearing girl's panties and vest under his school clothes. Did he really want to wear girl's clothes but knew what would happen to him if he did? Why didn't he sneak home and change clothes? She had to get some answers and soon. An hour or so after dinner Mary decided she had to have a talk with her son or transsexual daughter or what the hell ever he was and get some things straight. He said he was forced into the clothes, but then they found his clothes in the girl's locker room where the clothes he was wearing went missing. And when she went to get him for dinner he was still wearing the girl's clothes. She didn't think him wearing the panties and vest under his boy's uniform would produce this kind of trouble. Mary considered herself a liberated woman with liberal leanings. I mean she felt live and let live. If two same sex people wanted to get married, let them. If you were gay or lesbian then that was your life style and you should be able to live whatever way you wanted. She also knew her husband Paul was not so liberal. This whole dressing issue of the past summer bore that out. It was all she could do to convince him in a bureaucratic manor to allow this to play itself out. It had put a strain on their marriage and it was all she could do to keep Paul from sending Bobbi off to a military school to "straighten him out" as he put it. Bobbi had gotten out of the uniform and stood for some time in the hot shower. He was trying to wash away all that had happened to him today and all summer as he reflected upon it. Yeah he would admit that the girl's clothes felt nice, but he was a boy and would forever be a boy to manhood. He didn't want to be dressed like a girl and the humiliation it brought was more than he could possibly deal with. Once dried from the shower he returned to his room and dug out his PJs. He looked in his underwear drawer for clean Jockeys or boxers. There were none. Well he knew there were those girl panties in his bottom drawer, but he wasn't going to wear those ever again. So he dawned his PJs and slid into his bed to read the homework assignment, even though he knew he would never return to school. It was then that Mary knocked on his door and then proceeded in and set herself on the edge of his bed. She reached out and took both his hands in hers and began. "Bobbi, I don't know what all happened to you today but I need to know. I'm really trying to understand all this and you have to understand that no matter what you tell me I'm still going to always love you and help you however I can." Tiny tears crept out of the corner of Bobbi's eyes as he interrupted his Mother, "Oh Mom it was so bad it was terrible. It was worse than if Sister Sara had made me put on a dress. Everyone thinks I did it myself. They're calling me a sissy, and girly boy, and all kinds of names." "Hold on a minute. Let's start at the beginning. Now I gave you the panties I bought you this summer to wear cause you didn't have clean ones. You did have clean undershirts but you chose to wear the vest. Oh by the way I'm glad to see you at least hung your uniform properly." "Mom, the vest was with the panties when you gave them to me. I thought I had to wear it too." "OK, now what happened at school? Did you want to put on a girl's uniform because you were wearing girls underclothes? Did you sneak into the girl's locker room and borrow some girl's clothes?" "No Mom! I didn't, honest. I was in the playground. George told me to come in the boy's locker room and I did. When I got in there two of his friends was waiting. The ones who saw me dressed outside the Princess Shop this summer. They said if I didn't do it they would beat me up every day," Bobbi sniffed. "Well why didn't you go tell the teacher or leave school and come home?" "They'll beat me up if I told and I didn't think I could get out with out being caught." "Well, you see how embarrassing it was to be seen by the entire class dressed in a girl's uniform, even if you did like the feel of wearing the clothes. Sister Sara said she found you posing in front of a mirror admiring yourself. Is that true?" "Mom! I hated what they did to me, honest." "Honey I know you hated what they did to you. But that's not what I ask you. I ask if you liked seeing yourself in girl's clothes? I never saw you wear any of the pretty dresses we bought you this summer but did you try them on in the privacy of your room? It's OK honey if you did. I'm not mad. I just want to understand." "I...I never wore them Mom! I'm a boy not a girl. I want to be a boy." "I know sweetheart, I know. But it's really going to be hard going back to school either as a boy or a girl. And the way Father Edward left things I believe he is expecting to see you show up as a girl for the remainder of this week. We know you're a boy on the outside dear but sometimes do you feel like maybe you're a girl on the inside? I mean you do seem to like playing with your sister and her friends and you don't really have many boys you play with, do you?" "Mom! I'm never going back to school! I won't. I won't ever. I'll run away." "Now, now, sweetheart. You have to go to school. Even if you run away you'll have to go to school. You can't hide from this the rest of your life. There are lots of boys who dress like girls all there lives and others who grow up to become girls even though they were born like you with boy parts. You need to figure out who you really are for real and you're really too young to have this thrust upon you." Tears started to flow. Why wouldn't she listen to me? I'm a boy. I don't think I'm a girl. Even if girl's clothes felt different or nice, I'm a boy. "Mom," I pleaded, "please I don't want to go back to school. I don't want to get teased anymore or beat up. Don't let them make me wear girl's clothes to school." "Bobbi, Bobbi, I'll talk to Father Edward and Sister Sara but we need to decide what's best for you. Right now you're embarrassed about being dressed as a girl because you have always been brought up as a boy. But if you would have been brought up like your sisters and wore dresses all the time you wouldn't be embarrassed because everyone would just accept you as a girl. Isn't that right?" "I... I don't know Mom, I guess, but I'm a boy." "Let me ask you something. If you could go back to school dressed as either a boy or a girl and no one would tease you and you'd be treated just like any other boy or girl, which way would you like to go back as?" "They'll tease me and beat me up anyway." "Bobbi, what I'm asking is which you would really like to be a real girl or a real boy? And just pretend which ever you chose it would have been true since you were born." "Mom, I'm a boy!" "OK, Bobbi. It's time for bed. Just think about what I've said. Are you wearing those same panties you wore today under your PJs?" "Mom! No I don't have any clean underwear in my drawer. I just wore my PJs." "Oh Honey, you have to wear underwear under your PJs. We don't want any accidents, do we? Underwear will at least may keep you dry." Mom got up from my bed ad went to my dresser directly to the forbidden drawer. She pulled out a pair of pink panties from our previous shopping expedition. "Here honey, these will do fine for tonight. Just slip your jammies off and slip these on under your jimmies. No one will see them or know you're wearing them." Reluctantly I slipped the bottoms off, the panties up, and the bottoms back up in place. My face burned as I did so. I did so without comment and pulled the covers up over me. "Now isn't that better? Now sleep tight and I'll see what I can do about school tomorrow. I love you sweetie, goodnight." Bobbi could hardly sleep. He was fraught with thoughts of the silk encasing his bottom and the fear of what might happen if he might wet the bed. He tossed and turned. Why didn't he protest the wearing of girl's panties? Why didn't he refuse or at least protest? He finally drifted off to sleep wondering what compromise his Mother would work out with the school. How would she or anyone stop the teasing that would await him at school dressed as Bobbi or Laurie Ann? At last morning broke as the sun beamed into bedroom shadowed only by the form of his mother. Rubbing sleep from his eyes his mother greeted him. "Up and at it sleepy head. A new day awaits you. Your turn in the bathroom and you'd better hurry up as your sister is already up and waiting her turn. I'll put your clothes out for you." Bobbi wandered in his half sleep state into the bathroom. Stripping his PJs and realizing he was wearing the pink panties simply pulled them down and sat to urinate. When finished he pulled them back in place and attended to toiletries. When he returned to his room there hung not only his regular school uniform but the girl's uniform he had worn home along with another girl's uniform with slip, hair ties and knee socks. "MOM," he screamed, "what are you doing? I'm not going to school and if I did, I'm not wearing a girl's uniform. Mom!" His Mother appeared at his door. "Calm down, for heaven's sake. Your uniform is right there. I pressed the girl's uniform you wore home yesterday and then pressed your sister's old uniform and put the accessories with it for you to take with you. I haven't been able to get a hold of either Father Edward or Sister Sara to try and straighten this mess out. If you recall when we left the school they were of a mind to see that you wore a girl's uniform the rest of the week to school." "I won't do it. I won't wear girl's clothes. I won't go to school. I'll run away." "That's enough young man. Now you just settle yourself. You may be six years old, but you're not so old you can't be turned over my knee and your bottom blistered. Maybe you'd just as soon I woke your Dad and you can tell him what you're going to do and not going to do. You may end up wearing diapers under your school dress in that case. Now get yourself dressed and ready for school. If I hear anymore whining like a little girl or telling me what you're not going to do I may just see that you're sent to school in a girl's uniform for the entire year. But then again, maybe that's what you want me to do," she angrily mouthed through gritted teeth to keep from shouting and waking his Dad. She banged the door shut as she exited before Bobbi could even recover from the shock of his mother's words. Bobbi stood in shock bewilderment. He wondered why this was happening to him? I'm a boy. I don't want to be no stinking girl. Why won't they listen to me? He didn't really remember his mother ever being so harsh in her words to him. Why was she mad at him? He didn't do this. He proceeded to don his school uniform not taking note of the fact that he still wore the pink nylon and lace panties his mother made him wear to bed. Little was said at the breakfast table because it was apparent Mrs. Brown's temper was on a short fuse. Bobbi was totally embarrassed as he exited the car to school with his sister. In addition to his book bag he carried the two uniforms on hangers with the slip fully exposed to everyone's' view. He was hurrying to the confines of the school as quickly as possible under such a load trying to be sure not to drop or drag the uniforms on the ground. His arrival was not unnoticed by many of the other students including George and the boys who stripped and dressed him yesterday. George started, "Geeze, look at him will you. He might be wearing a boy's uniform but he's carrying girl's uniforms with him. You think he's going to dress like a girl again today?" From one of the other boys came, "What a fairy boat. Maybe he didn't like the uniform we picked out for him yesterday and decided to bring his own today. This could be a very interesting school year. Let's go see if he needs some help." Bobbi was just at the school door when confronted by the boys. As they blocked his path he almost started bawling before they even said a word. They started, "Well well if it isn't our little girly boy. Wouldn't Mommy let you wear your dress to school today or did you just need us to help you get dressed again?" And another, "Why I think you're just about the prettiest little girl in the whole first grade, but you're much prettier in your dress. Now why would a little sissy like you show up to school in a boy's uniform?" As Bobbi attempted to push his way through the boys George standing to his back reached out and grabbed the waistband of his trousers. As Bobbi pulled forward with George's hand holding the waistband the waist stretched out exposing the lacy waistband of the pink panties. "Holy shit, he's wearing girl's panties again, look!" George exclaimed. "He is a sissy! Go get your dress on little girl," another shouted. As the two boys moved to get a better look at the pink pantied bottom it gave Bobbi the opportunity to push ahead breaking George's grip. He stumbled headlong into Sister Sara as tears rolled down his cheeks. Bobbi had completely forgotten about the panties. It was panic time. He almost dropped the girl's uniform as he pressed into Sister's habit. Sister Sara took Bobbi by both shoulders examining him and the clothes he carried over his shoulder. She wondered what was about that his mother would send him to school with two uniforms and what appeared to be slip and accessories on hangers. Yes, she understood the returning of the pilfered uniform, but why the additional one. And did she just hear his tormenters razing him about wearing girl's underwear under his uniform? She first addressed his tormenters, "You boys are to be in your class room, not causing trouble out here. If you're not in your class room in the next thirty seconds you'll be spending the next few weeks in detention. And I thought you were all warned about teasing others being subjected to punishment? Maybe what he told Father Edward was truthful that you three had something to do with his predicament? Maybe you three should be wearing dresses to school?" The three tormenters disbanded and disappeared before Sister Sara could finish her diatribe. Then she turned her, the ward still almost clinging to her skirts. "OK Mr. Brown take your uniforms and report to Father Edwards's office. I'll be along shortly." Grateful for the protection, but totally embarrassed by having the boys see he was in girl's underwear he rushed to the office of Father Edward. The secretary saw him coming and ushered him directly into Father Ed's office, where Father Edward slowly rose from his desk to scrutinize the intruder with the clothes slung over his shoulder almost dragging on the ground. "Mr. Brown, hang your uniforms over there and sit down. I'll be with you directly," he ordered as he slipped out the door to find Sister Sara. "Yes Sir," Bobbi replied as he hung the clothes and slumped down in the chair. "Sister Sara, I was just about to go find you," said Father Edward. "What is the situation with Mr. Brown? Have you talked to his parents since yesterday? He just walked into my office in his regular uniform but carrying what appear to be girl's uniforms. If memory serves me correctly he was to be punished for his indiscretion the remainder of this week and I thought we had concurrence from his Mother." "Yes, I believe your recollection is correct. I have not had any conversations with either parent since yesterday. I did just discover, that although he may be wearing a boy's uniform, he is still wearing girl's underwear and pink ones at that." "Well can you explain then why he showed up in my office in his regular uniform?" "I would have to surmise that his mother believed he was to dress at school and not at home. I sent him to your office hoping you would take charge of the matter as I have to attend to my class." "OK, I'll see to it. Ms. Evert would you please come into my office. I think a woman's touch may be in order here." Ms. Evert, the school secretary, nodded compliance and went into the office to await further instructions. Father Edward entered the office closing the door behind him. "Ok Mr. Brown, it would seem you doesn't follow instructions very well. You were expected to show up for classes today in the uniform you stole to wear yesterday and for the rest of this week. Now you will please disrobe and Ms. Evert will assist you into your uniform of the day." "But... but Father Edward, sir, I... I didn't steal the dress, honest. My mother was to call you and make it all right," Bobbi stammered. "Mr. Brown, you will disrobe now. Your mother does not run this school and she hasn't seen fit to discuss this situation with me since yesterday. Now if you'd like Ms. Evert to strip you, you will not like the consequences. Would you like to be the first child on the stage in the auditorium with your skirt up over your back to receive a reminder to listen and obey? I'm sure it will make an impression on the other students." "No, please Father Edward. Just let me go home and I'll never come back to school again, I promise," cried Bobbi. "You have your uniform, now get started. I understand you've even wore the correct underthings for a girl under your uniform." Bobbi slowly removed his blazer, shirt, socks, and pants. He stood there shivering in the pink lacy panties. Father Edward was almost embarrassed for the boy standing before him looking more like a girl with shorter hair than a boy. Ms. Evert had taken the clothes off the hangers and held the diaphanous slip out as she slid it over his head. Bobbi simply raised his arms to aloe the slip to settle down over his body. He was buttoned up in the white silky blouse and the jumper was lowered over his head. The pleated skirt of the plaid jumper laid over the slip pressing it against his bare thighs. "Please Father I'll be good. Don't make me wear a dress in school," Bobbi pleaded one more time. Ms. Evert spoke softly to Bobbi as she smoothed the jumper skirt down into place, "Bobbi just accept it honey, it's going to happen. And you're going to look just like a pretty girl when you go to your classroom. If you just pretend you really are a girl what ever the others say won't bother you. We'll fix your hair and you've brought a ribbon for your hair. They won't be able to tell you're a boy if you feel like a girl." "But, I'm a boy. I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be a boy." Bobbi didn't want to be a girl but he couldn't deny the clothes felt nicer than his and he guessed he did look more like a girl than he ever did a boy. If only they wouldn't tease him he could get through this. Bobbi slid the cable knit knee socks up his legs followed by a pair of Mary Jane style shoes he closed with the little buckle strap. As he sat there, Ms. Evert was running a brush through his hair pulling the bangs out and curling them under as she spritzed them with hair spray. She wrapped the ribbon under the back of his hair and tied it in the traditional bow on the top of his head, separating the bangs from the rest of his hair. Ms. Evert pulled him to his feet and inspected her work. She could not find the boy in the uniform. The uniform skirt of the jumper was barely regulation length on him. He would have to be careful sitting and stretching to keep his modesty in class. She decided not to mention the fact to him, as it would only add to his lack of self-confidence. "Here Laurie Ann, your name tag. Pin it to your jumper strap, get your book bag and Ms. Evert will escort you to your class," Father Edward ordered. As Bobbi, now Laurie Ann was ushered into the classroom several giggles erupted. Sister Sara responded immediately, "Enough class unless you'd all like to sit detention the rest of the semester. Laurie Ann will be with us through the end of this week. Please make her feel welcome. Now Laurie Ann, please take your seat as we begin our lessons." Bobbi slid into the seat at his desk. As he did so his skirt rode up his thighs and as usual his knees were splayed exposing his pantied crotch to all viewers. Sister Sara addressed the situation amid another round of suppressed giggles, "Laurie Ann, young ladies smooth their skirts under them as they sit and keep their knees together least everyone will see your pretty pink panties. Now please stand and smooth your skirt under you as you sit." Bobbi did as instructed his face as red as the stripes in the flag. "Much better Laurie Ann." At recess time Bobbi's bladder was ready to burst at the seams as Sister Sara released the class for recess. Bobbi pushed his way out into the hall and stopped short of the boy's room door. He was a boy but if he went in there he knew there would be trouble. He turned to the girls' bathroom; he was at a total loss. He was now trying to pinch the end of his penis to stem the flow that was sure to take place as the other children brushed past him to the respective restrooms. He turned to see Sister Sara monitoring the progress and as he looked directly into her eyes pleading for help his urine let loose running down his legs wetting his socks and forming a puddle on the floor. Sister Sara recognized the problem immediately as Bobbi pulled his jumper and slip away from his body to prevent them soaking up the urine. Sister Sara without a word hurriedly took the girly boy by the arm and dragged him into a nearby supply closet hoping the rest of the class had not witnessed his accident. "Laurie Ann Brown, we expect students of the first grade to be potty trained. If you had to go so bad then you should have ask to be excused from class. This is disgraceful. Get those shoes and socks off and then your panties before you soak everything. I'll be right back. There are some paper towels on the shelf there and some hand soap. Clean yourself up before I get back," she ordered Bobbi. Sister Sara returned with packages under her arms after she had settled her class and given them a reading assignment. Bobbi had taken the instructions and between muffled sobs removed the wet clothing including the panties and cleaned him the best he could. There was worktable in the closet and Sister Sara simply lifted the boy up onto the table and pushed him back into a prone position. As she did so she pushed the boy's skirt and slip up above his waist exposing his nude bottom to the cold table. Bobbi squirmed and was going to attempt to get off the table. "Hold still little girl. I need to get you finished cleaning. You can't go back to class smelling like an un-flushed urinal." Bobbi lay still as Sister produced a handful of baby wipes and thoroughly cleaned his bottom and privates. They made him smell of baby powder. Before he could object she had sprinkled him with baby powder and lifting him by both legs had a soft cotton diaper under his bottom, threaded up through is legs and pinned. "Sister Sara, NO! No! I'm not going to wear a diaper. I just didn't know which restroom to use. Please take this off me," Bobbi squealed. Sister Sara ignored the girly boy's plea and proceeded to slide a pair of pink ruffled baby pants up his legs and over the diaper. Without losing a beat she slid lace top ankle socks over his feet and replaced the strapped shoes. She then literally pulled him up off the table and stood him in front of her smoothing his dress and slip down over the diapered bottom. The diaper produced a more girlish figure on one so young but with the shortness of the dress it was quite apparent what he was wearing underneath. "Now baby girl we're going back to class and you had better remember how to sit properly or everyone in class will know you're just a baby girl. We have lots more diapers we keep for accidents that happen with the preschoolers, but if I have to diaper you again today I may have the girls in Home-Ec do the honors as training. Now, when you have the need to go again you are to raise your hand and say, 'Please Sister Sara, I need to go potty.' Do you understand me baby girl?" "Ye... Yes, Sister. I do," Bobbi stuttered through his clenched throat. Bobbi found himself once again in his desk seat with his knees clamped tightly together as much as the thick diaper and baby pants would allow. He was afraid to move even the slightest as any movement made the baby pants crinkle. Amid the snickers barely audible at different times throughout the morning class went as usual. To Bobbi the snickers were like thunder as he heard everyone and barely heard a word Sister Sara said. He had made up his mind. He would suffer no more torment being made to wear girls' clothes and now even a diaper. He planned his escape. If he could just hold on till lunchtime he could sneak out of school and back home. The second morning recess was called and the entire class moved out of the room to visit the restrooms. That is all but Bobbi who sat with his head down on his desk. He would not risk standing let alone moving out into the hall and again be face with not only his classmates but also others on recess from the other classes. Sister Sara stopped as his desk as she was leaving the room to monitor the recess. She reached down and lifted Bobbi's head with a hand under his chin. Looking directly into his eyes she addressed him in her most commanding tone, "Well little sissy you've been very quiet in class so far. But if you have to relieve your bladder you had better get it done now. You won't be using the restroom again until lunch and you know what's going to happen if you have another accident, don't you? You can use the girl's restroom and I'll have one of the older girls or your sister help you with your diaper." "No, Sister Sara," Bobbi whined, "I don't have to go. I won't have any accidents. I promise." "Very well, you've been warned," Sister Sara remarked as she swept out of the room. She now wondered about the severity of the punishment she and the school were meting out on this boy. He was sure to be the target of every bully in the school. He would probably be better served if he just pretended he was really a girl all the time and had dressed as a boy because he was a real tomboy. Oh well, he brought it on himself and maybe underneath he really liked being a girl. After all he was the one dressed in the pilfered girl's uniform preening in front of the mirror when she found him. And there really wasn't an excuse for him wetting his pants unless he thought he would be sent home. Maybe he was a true transsexual as Father Edward and thought. In her minds eye she pictured him in the white satin dress and veil receiving first communion and smiled. Shortly after Sister Sara left the room his sister Carol came sneaking into his room and went directly to his crouched figure resting on his desk. She poked him startling him somewhat as he sat up and she said, "Geeze Bobbi, your wearing a girl's uniform again. What did you do now? It's all over the school about a boy-wearing girl's clothes again. They said he was even wearing girl's panties under his regular uniform when he came to school. Were you wearing my panties again this morning? Stand up and let me see." "Carol, please just leave me alone. I didn't do anything. Sister Sara made me wear the uniform. She said I had to wear it all week cause I stole that uniform and I didn't steal nothing." He started crying softly and remained seated. He certainly wasn't going to let his sister see he was wearing a diaper and pink plastic panties. "You big baby, what are you crying about now? Do you know how embarrassing it is for me? My brother, the big sissy girl parading around school in dresses, pretending to be a girl. Now stand up and let me see those panties. Dad is going to have a fit when he finds out what you've been doing." "Just leave me alone. They're not your panties. Mom made me wear them. She said she bought them for me." Carol simply reached down and pulling him by the hair lifted him from his seat. As he stood to keep his hair from being pulled from his scalp she lifted the hem of his dress and slip. An audible gasp escaped her lips as she saw the panty-covered diaper her brother was wearing under his uniform. She let go of his hair and skirt dropping him back into his seat as if dropping a flaming stick. Bobbi broke into sobs. "What are you doing wearing diapers? Where did you get those? Did you put them on yourself?" "No, no Sister Sara did it to me. I told her no but she did it anyway. Please, please don't tell anyone. Don't tell Dad, please." "Oh don't you worry yourself little sissy baby. I won't tell anyone. It's bad enough to have your brother wearing girls' clothes to school. I don't even want to imagine the ribbing I'll take if they find out your in diapers at school too." Carol exited the room in silence wonder what was happening to her brother. She would be the laughing stock of the school if he continued this way. She was going to talk to her Mom about this and see if she could stop this. When she and Emily put him in dresses this summer it was only on a lark. They were just interested in tormenting the little shit. Did they do something to him? Did he really like wearing girls' clothes? Well if Mom wouldn't do anything she knew his Dad would put a stop to it. Bobbi stood only to straighten the skirt of his uniform back down over the ruffled panties and diaper to be sure they were not exposed. He sat once again and clamped his knees together as best he could with the thick diaper impeding his progress. He would never admit it to himself let alone anyone else but there was a certain amount of comfort brought to his crotch with the diaper and panties. The class resumed among the customary giggles at Bobbi's predicament. It was one of his best friends, Charlie that stopped by his desk on the way to his seat. Charlie whispered to him, "Man, are you really a girl? I can't believe a boy would let himself be dressed up like a girl." Sister Sara had barley heard the whispered comment but addressed Charlie, "Mr. Roberts, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" "N... no, Sister, " he responded. "Well then if you want a uniform like Laurie Ann is wearing to be part of your ensemble we can see that that happens. Otherwise I'd suggest to get to your seat and if you have something to say then address it to the class not just Laurie Ann. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sister Sara," Charlie replied as he scrambled to his seat. Maybe Bobbi was really a girl but just a tomboy. He had never seen him naked, after all. Lunchtime finally arrived with the announcement pronounced by the ringing bell. It was time to put his escape plan into action. Bobbi hung back as the others hurried to escape the room and get to the cafeteria. Bobbi decided he would trail behind and as they reached the juncture of the hallway simply turn left instead of right and then straight out the side door and off for home. He didn't know where is regular uniform was but escape to precedence over anything else including his uniform and book bag. He was out the door without detection and now headed towards home on the shortest route possible. He was glad the book bag did not encumber him, as he had to keep his hands on the hem of the uniform skirt to keep any modesty with the breeze and his quick stepping. He was less than a block from the school when he ran almost headlong into Mr. Roberts from his neighborhood. "Whoa, there little one, what's the hurry?" he asked taking Bobbi by the shoulders to keep him from tumbling to the ground. "Why aren't you in school?" Bobbi responded, "I... I got to go home. I got sick." "Oh my that's too bad. And your parents couldn't come get you?" "They're at work. It's not far," Bobbi said as he pulled away from Mr. Roberts. As he did so his jumper skirt was lifted by the wind and Mr. Roberts had a plain look at the ruffled plastic panties covering the girl's diapered bottom. He thought, this poor little girl must have had an accident at school or maybe she just isn't potty trained and is being sent home. "Well, it not the safest thing for a little girl to be walking the streets all by herself. I'll tell you what; I'll just escort you to your house. You said it wasn't that far." "No, that's OK I'll be OK," Bobbi pleaded. Mr. Roberts would have none of that as he took Bobbi's hand in his and started off in the direction of his house. A new dilemma faced Bobbi. If this man took him to his house how could he sneak in without his Mother or Dad seeing him dressed like this? His Dad would probably be up already getting ready for the afternoon shift and he was sure his Mother would be busy around the house. What if this man knew the family and would figure out he was the boy in the family. Certainly he had seen his nametag, "Laurie Ann." He walked in silence not responding to the multitude of questions Mr. Roberts had been asking as his house came into view. He tried once again, "I live over there. Thank you for walking with me mister," he said as he pulled his hand free of the grip. Mr. Roberts just kept pace with him right towards his house as he said, "Oh no, I'm going to see you to your door. Oh, are you one of the Brown girls? I didn't know your mother was working again." Oh shit, he thought, he knows us. As Bobbi just responded with, "Un- huh." All of a sudden there he was in front of the door with Mr. Roberts as he turned the latch and was trying to slip through the partially opened door and divest himself of Mr. Roberts. He was almost all the way inside when he heard his Mother's voice, "Beth, what are you doing home? Mr. Roberts hi," she said a little startled by it all. Mr. Roberts spoke, "Mrs. Brown, I'm sorry I was just on my daily lunch walk when I ran into your lovely daughter here walking all by herself. It would seem she got sick at school today and they sent her home alone. I just thought it would be safer for a little girl like her to have an escort." He was a little puzzled by the name Beth when she wore the nametag of Laurie Ann. "Ah... well I thank you Mr. Roberts. I can't believe the school didn't call me. Thank you again and I'm sorry for your trouble but I had better see to my daughter," she said as she closed the door with the realization that this was her son in a dress again and not one of her daughters. "Bobbi, what are you doing home? Why are dressed that way? What's going on here?" "Mom, it wasn't me. Father Edward made me wear these. You said you call him, but you didn't," Bobbi defended himself. "I snuck out at lunchtime. I won't ever go back. You can't make me." Just then Bobbi's Dad appeared from the kitchen. His shock gave way to anger and frustration at seeing his son once again in girls' clothes. He started angrily, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Why are you dressed like a little sissy? You're not a girl, you know. You're nothing but a big sissy. You want to be a sissy, I'll see to it you are. You disgust me. Mary just what the hell is going on here? Aren't two girls in the family enough?" Bobbi was in tears hugging his Mother's legs as she responded, "Paul, that's enough. I don't know what's going on for sure either but your screaming isn't going to resolve anything." "My yelling? Look at him. Is that what you want for a son? Well I'll tell you one thing I can resolve the problem. After a good ass warming I'll see him in dresses and paraded around till he's so sick of it that he'll never wear dresses again." "Paul, Please, settle down." It was then that he saw the pink ruffled plastic panties under the uniform skirt and was set off once again. "Look! Look what he's wearing under his dress. He's wearing diapers and baby pants. Get upstairs and out of that uniform, sissy baby. Your Mother doesn't seem to be able to handle you but I can. And leave your diaper and panties on." Bobbi broke free and ran to his room among the sobs and tears streaming down his face. His Dad was really mad at him. But it wasn't his fault. He hated these clothes and what they did to him. Into his room he flopped down on his bed and bawled like a baby. The discussion continued downstairs. "Mary, I know what you said before this summer when he was wearing dresses, but I thought it was all over, I mean even after you bought him a dress I never saw him wear it. Has he been wearing girl's clothes all this time behind my back?" "No Paul, not to my knowledge. I don't really know if he wanted to wear dresses and was just too embarrassed or if he truly was over it. But your behaving like a maniac is not going to resolve anything. I was called to school yesterday because they found him in the locker room wearing one of the girl's uniforms. He said the other boys did it to him but Sister Sara and Father Edward thinks he may be Tran gendered or an early cross dresser. They said they were going to punish him for taking the girl's uniform by making him wear one the rest of this week to school." "Well the last time I looked he was still a boy with boy parts. He needs to get over this. I can't believe he would allow himself to be put in girl's clothes and diapered at school." Just then the phone rung and Mary went to answer it as she said to Paul, "Just get ready for work and go. I'll find out what's going on then we can discuss it as adults later." "Yes, this is Mrs. Brown." Father Edward spoke on the other end of the line, "Mrs. Brown it seems we have a problem. It appears your son may have left school property unauthorized and dressed in a girl's uniform. We have searched the school and grounds and could not locate him." "Father Edward, Bobbi is home now. He said he snuck out during lunch. He showed up at home in the uniform I sent to school with him but wearing diapers and plastic panties under it. Can you explain to me what's going on?" "Mrs. Brown, as you know we set disciplinary action to make Bobbi attend classes this week in the uniform her took. When he showed up today at school with that uniform as well as another we assumed you were supporting the actions. He was wearing girl's underwear too. However he seems to have a bladder problem and wet the panties and tights he was wearing. Sister Sara simply put him in a diaper and panties we keep on hand for accidents that happen to the preschoolers. As we discussed yesterday Bobbi's problems may go well beyond his wearing girl's clothes. I have talked with our guidance councilor about the situation and she concurs that the best course of action at the present time is not to discourage this practice but to see if bring to light his true feelings." "Father Edward, I hear what you're telling me but this boy came home traumatized. I can't believe that this is doing him any good." "Mrs. Brown, I appreciate your concern. However, our staff is highly educated and has been schooled in dealing with problems similar to this. It has been suggested that you see Bobbi is dressed appropriately as Laurie Ann before he comes to school the rest of this week. It will lessen the trauma he suffered by having to appear at school as a boy and then showing up in class as a girl. It is also recommended that his hours at home he be allowed to dress as his sisters do." "Father Edward, I don't think you understand. Bobbi resists wearing anything girlish. It would be a real fight to make him wear girl's clothes at home too." "Mrs. Brown, what else would you expect from a child who has been brought up as a boy with all the conflict he must be going through on the inside? On the outside he will have to fight it but inside he is being comforted. We need your co-operation in this matter and for that matter the co-operation of the family in supporting him till the issues are resolved." "Alright, I'll do what I can and talk to his sisters and Father, but I can't make you any promises right now. Thank you for calling, Goodbye," she said as she hung up the phone. Paul had stormed out on his way to work. Mary not knowing exactly what she was to do headed up the stairs to find Bobbi fast asleep on his bed still in his diaper and uniform. She quietly walked in and drew a cover up over him and left him to sleep while she had a chance to think. Mary had puttered around the house for a few hours as the door burst open and her two little girls ran into the house from school. Carol was already almost yelling out the story of her brother diapered and dressed at school. She told her Mother of the embarrassment she suffered as her friends teased her about having such a sissy brother. Beth on the other hand just wanted to know if Bobbi was going to be her sister and be a real girl. "Alright girls settle down. Your brother is in a difficult period. Carol, if you were embarrassed by what happened how do you think your brother felt? The school seems to think Bobbi might be a girl inside even though he looks like a boy on the outside. He may really want to be a girl but because we have raised him like a boy he is embarrassed about dressing and acting like a girl," Mary explained. "But Mommy he doesn't look like a boy when he wears dresses. He look like a real girl," Beth interjected. Carol added, "Well I think he's just crazy and everyone is laughing at him at school, even his best friends. You have to make him stop." "Look girls if your brother really turns out to be your sister we need to be there for him. We can't tease him and we need to support him in school, as well as at home. You're going to have to expect your friends to help too. If they are your true friends they will understand and won't add to his embarrassment by teasing him or yourselves." "I'll help Mommy. I'll give him some of my clothes to wear and he can play with my dolls or toys anytime he wants too," Beth said with glee. "I won't tease him but I'm not going to tell anyone he's my brother. I'll tell them he's adopted or something," Carol said somewhat dejectedly. "Ok Girls go get your homework done while I finish supper and get your bro... sister up." Mary went upstairs and sorted through some of Carol's and Beth's drawers and closets picking out some casual clothes for her new daughter. She found the panties and vests she had purchased for him during the summer. She then went to his room and gently roused him from his sleep. "Honey, honey wake up. You've had quite a nap. Let's get you up and out of that uniform." Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Bobbi sat up pushing the cover to the side. He said nothing as his Mother pushed him back down on his back and pushed the uniform skirt up around his waist. She proceeded to pull the socks and shoes off him and then the pink ruffled panties down over his diaper checking the diaper for wetness. "What a good girl, all dry. I don't think a big girl like you needs these anymore," she soothed. "Mommy, I'm not a girl," he responded as his Mother simply slipped a pair of white nylon panties with pink flowers printed on them up his legs and over his bum. "It's OK sweetie, really. Now just stand up here so I can undo your jumper," she responded. Bobbi stood as he was finally unzipped out of his jumper and his blouse removed. As she turned him around she saw his small nipples erect and rather red. "Oh honey the blouse really rubbed your nipples. They look sore. Do they hurt?" "I guess so. They kind of burn a little." "Well, we have just the thing to stop that from happening anymore. See that's why girls wear soft smooth vests like this one. It keeps their blouses from rubbing their titties and making them sore," she responded as she slipped the nylon vest matching the panties over his head and arms. "Mommy, why are you putting girl's clothes on me?" "Honey, please now just be a good girl and don't argue. Since you have to wear a girl's uniform to school this week I thought it would just be a lot easier to be a girl all the time. Then you can feel like a real girl and the kids at school will just accept you for being a real girl." Bobbi was just tired of fighting. He told them at school. He told his mother and sisters. He tried to tell his Dad but they wouldn't listen to him. Maybe there was something wrong with him. But he knew he was a boy and would never be a girl. "But Mom, Dad was really mad today. I'll get a spanking from him if he finds me in girls' clothes again." "Sweetheart, don't you worry about your Dad. I've had a talk with him and he's just fine with having three girls. Now slip this pretty top on. Doesn't it feel soft and the pink looks so nice with your hair color and eyes. And now, just step into this pretty skirt. I've always loved this black pleated skirt on Carol and now it's all yours." Bobbi accepted the sweater and skirt and then was handed pink socks to slip on under the black Mary Janes. His Mother pulled the school ribbon from his hair and brushing back the sides pinned them with pink butterfly barrettes. "My don't you look pretty. Your sister brought your assignments and books home so why don't you get started on your homework while I finish supper." Bobbi or he guessed, Laurie Ann, neatly folded her skirt under her as she sat at her desk to begin her homework assignments. She/he had hardly begun when Carol entered his room. "Well, well," she began, "I see how cute my new little sister looks all prim and proper doing her homework assignments. Do you have any idea what they're saying about you at school? Half of them think you're really a girl who was pretending to be a boy. What do you think of that? I'm not even sure you were ever my brother. Why don't you pull your panties down and skirt up so I can see for sure." "Carol, you know I'm a boy. I don't like being dressed like a girl and having to wear girl's clothes. But, nobody will listen to me. Mommy thinks I might be a girl inside me. But I'm not, at least I don't think so. I wish you wouldn't tease me like you do. I didn't want to do this. But now I have to go to school all week as a girl and Mommy wants me to pretend to be a girl at home too." "Oh now it's Mommy. You even sound like a little girl. I won't tease you but I don't want you telling anyone I'm your sister or you're my sister, understand?" "Yeah, I guess so." "After supper tonight let me help you with your hair and we'll do our nails. If you're going to have to be a girl at school then you should at least be the best one you can. It'll be fun. You'll see." "Yeah, maybe." Supper was a quite affair. Little was said and when over Mary instructed her three girls to clean the table and dishes as she had some things to attend too. With another girl she was going to have to redo her uniform for skirt and find her clothes for the rest of the week. When the girls were finished Carol announced, "Come on sisters let's get the beauty parlor set up. We can do it in my room. I'll get some curlers and nail polish. Beth get the manicure kit out of the bathroom." "Oh yea!" shouted Beth. "Let's play beauty parlor. Bobbi will you do my nails?" "Beth, this is Laurie Ann, not Bobbi," Carol corrected. Laurie Ann was just acquiescent to the project. If he had to pretend to be a girl then so be it. Someday he would be a boy again. He wouldn't have to wear girls' clothes and play with dolls and get all prettied up. His sisters took charge. He had his nails cleaned and shaped and coated with light pink polish. His hair was washed with sweet smelling shampoo and put up in curlers. Carol brushed his hair out and then attached a hairpiece in the form of a ponytail with the sides now in waves held in place with barrettes. She even applied a light pink lip-gloss over his lips that tasted like strawberries. Laurie Ann was caught up in the moment as the girls giggled and played. "Gee, this stuff tastes like real strawberries. How can you keep from licking it off all the time," Laurie Ann remarked as she licked her lips. "Let's play dress up," Beth quarried. "Come on we can find Laurie Ann some dresses and pretty clothes to wear." Beth was already into the closet as Laurie Ann voiced a weak protest. Carol was even into the moment seemingly to forget this was her brother and an embarrassment to her at school. Beth pulled out the white organza gown Carol had worn for her first communion. "Hey let's see what Laurie Ann looks like in your communion outfit. I'll bet she'll be real pretty. Come on Laurie Ann. I'll help you get undressed while Carol finds the rest of her things." Before Laurie Ann could protest she was standing there in her panties and vest. Beth ran her hand over his pantied bottom and vested back, "Oh Bo... I mean Laurie Ann those are so pretty. Don't they feel nice?" Laurie Ann felt a stirring in his groin. He gladly accepted the full slip being slid over his arms and head. The skirt of the slip was very full and called a petticoat. He was appreciative of the coverage it gave to his embarrassment. The slip was reaching only to mid thigh, it spread out such that he could not see his pink painted toenails. "I don't know if we should be doing this," Bobbi conjectured. "Oh silly girl, it's only pretending and tell me you don't want to see how pretty you'll look all dressed. You'll look just like a bride, I'll bet," Carol responded. Laurie Ann did wonder even if Bobbi didn't. Soon he was having white tights pulled up his legs and over his bum. They were tight on him and as Carol examined his crotch she had to comment, "You even look like a girl down there." Then she ran her hand between his legs on the guise of smoothing the fabric through the crotch. What she didn't feel was a penis as the tights and panties had it trapped and pushed back up between his legs. He did even feel like a girl. She wondered if it tickled him down there like when she touched herself. In Less than fifteen minutes Laurie Ann stood clothed in the lovely organza white gown underplayed with white satin. The gown weighted the dress and pressed the folds of the slip against his thighs. The pearls decorating the bust of the dress gave sparkle to the full effect. His veil and small tiara pinned in his hair looked natural. The satin sash was prettied in a large bow that buttoned to the back with the tendrils trailing behind him. His feet were nestled in the white slippers with tiny straps holding them to his feet. His hands were incased in the tiny white gloves sporting the detail of small pearl pattern on the backs. The short sleeves of the dress were puffed organza and the collar was a lace ensemble with pearl trim. This was Laurie Ann! He stood in front of the full-length mirror turning this way and that to the uh's and awe's of his/her sisters. He was standing sideways kind of bending backwards at the waist trying to view the back of his outfit when his mother stepped into the room. She remained silent as she looked in awe at her beloved new daughter. She knew immediately that Father Edward and the consular had been right. This was a girl, not a boy. Tears formed in her eyes, which she fought back. Mary finally regained her composure and spoke softly to Laurie Ann, "Oh Laurie Ann, you're beautiful." Laurie Ann turned towards his/her Mother as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, not of being seen in a dress but because he was enjoying seeing himself dressed so beautifully. "Mo... Mommy I... I... do you think so?" "Oh yes baby you're absolutely gorgeous, isn't she girls? Carol, go get the camera. I have to have this picture." "Mommy, Laurie