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Pageant Princess Players: John Coleman; Rose Cameron, John's Landlady; Carol Dickinson, Seamstress; Connie Dickinson, photographer. Synopsis: Nature or Nurturing have been the arguments given as to why a boy might dress, act or desire to be a girl. Rose, John's Landlady, believes it's just natural and the only thing missing most times that opportunity. Carol and Connie Dickinson agree. Now all they've really got to do is prove it. I wasn't a cross dresser! I could say that without perjuring myself, although I was no longer sure I could pass a polygraph if the right questions were asked. I smiled at that, but then again I had a lot to smile about since Halloween. It was those pictures mostly and remembering how I'd felt when they were being taken, although I decided to keep that pretty much to myself. It was a shame it had only been Halloween night although that night had been safe and a good reason to admit, at least to everyone but myself, that I wasn't a cross dresser. And that night, sadly, had ended. Halloween had passed and with it that odd sense I had that I'd miss any good reason for dressing up again. Everything was back with my landlady and that, as they say was that. Only it wasn't... "Of course," I said to my landlady when she asked if I could return the outfit she'd borrowed for me rather than she doing it. Rose was going to her sister's house and that was in the opposite direction to the lady's house that had loaned her my outfit. It was out of her way and too much time for her to get those clothes back to the woman kind enough to have loaned them. I agreed, and thought again that I would miss them - a little. I honestly couldn't help but savor the memories of that night... "My little pageant princess!" The hostess, at the Halloween party, had said affectionately the moment I walked in that night. She had even asked, insisting in a light hearted way, that I would need to prove I was both a 'he' and at least eighteen. My driver's license and student body card, taken from a little pink purse matching my dress, took care of that. Although not the attention I got from that little pink purse. Nor for my outfit! My size, build and the fact that shaving wasn't my thing, thanks to my Native American heritage did wonders for the makeup I wore. "Ten! No older!" One woman argued in the small group of amazed women that surrounded me in those first few minutes after arriving at the party. It was a comment on how old I looked and no one went past that age of 'ten'. Some said eight easily and at least one, to my great embarrassment and no small amount of pleasure, had suggested shortening the dress even more, adding a diaper under baby pants with ruffles and I'd pull that age ten down by two more years. That's how the party that night began, although my sudden, albeit slight, fondness for clothing suitable for little girls began a couple of hours before that when I began to dress. Honestly, you simply can't wear those things and not feel something I'd mused and that began right at the moment I began putting myself into that outfit which ended with my landlady's help. Obviously I wasn't female nor all that little but the attention that night simply added fuel to my fantasies. It really did give me a moments pause to consider that 'head trip' I'd taken. Why I could look at this objectively or understand something of head trips was thanks to my schooling at attitude. I would someday be a psychologist, and I'd decided that very night that somewhere along the line I'd love to understand the attraction women found for a man dressed as a little girl. I would also have spent a little time on my own desires if that was what they were although that would be some day. Of course I'd really like to understand what scared some of those guys that would back off when it looked like I was going to come near them because that had made me laugh some. I'd laughed even harder when that Campus Police officer had stopped and offered me a ride home believing she was stopping a little girl out way past curfew. She'd even insisted giving me that ride anyway since some pervert might not care that I was an eighteen year old freshman and male. I'd decided I would have to share that bit of humor with the woman who owned the clothes since it was thanks to her for most, if not all of that night. Carol, the woman kind enough to supply me my outfit, was a seamstress and obviously a good one I'd decided. An amazingly good one I'd mused without too much effort. I thought that immediately when my landlady followed up with her promise to borrow a few things for me to wear for the party. What made me secure enough for this whole train of thought came from the fact that it was my landlady's suggestion in the first place. It was her telling me, in a light hearted way, to go 'girl'. Go girl and little girl at that, and most of it because of my size and that seamstress she knew. The dress was designed for a pageant and a girl no older than say eight to ten so it would be perfect she had insisted. In a way it was because it came with everything I'd needed. I had expected a dress because that was what my landlady promised but not the outfit I'd gotten and, trust me, it was an outfit. I'd given my landlady my sizes and, according to her, I fell well within that woman's normal inventory. When the time came to dress, and this I thought was simply my good fortune, I had everything. Everything from those Classic Mary Jane shoes, to lace socks, a full slip, wig and even a bow to match the dress. It was almost overwhelming and then slightly past that when my landlady brought out those panties. OK, obviously those would be a bit too much and I'd said that although it wasn't exactly what I'd felt seeing them. Fortunately, when I'd said no to the panties, my landlady had me stand with my back to a mirror and bend forward a little. When I glanced back, to understand her point, it was clear why little girls wore such things. I agreed and wore the ruffled panties but over my swimming trunks. As it happens, and for a couple of the woman at the party, those panties seemed to hint to them that it was more than a costume or so they teased. They'd been drunk I'd decided, although it was far too early in the evening for that to be true, but it made me feel better thinking it. The pictures, according to my landlady, were priceless and already the one with me trying to do a curtsey for her was in a frame. It was clear because of that picture my landlady now had, that I would never live this down, but then again it didn't matter as much as it might for some guys. Besides, truth be known, I had really liked the attention it got me. By the end of that night or perhaps before that I'd decided that I really liked the stuff I wore - a little. It wasn't a full blown admission and I laughed over that given what I was wearing which also made me think I'd most likely have to cure myself someday before trying to cure anyone else. It was a nice house that I pulled in front of... "Hi!" Carol said recognizing John instantly and knowing why I was there. The dress bag and bag for the slip were a hand full as she took the two garment bags that I was holding when she opened the door. "And I understand I get a set of pictures as well?" She added after inviting me in for tea. I nodded at that fighting the flush to my face as I walked in. My landlady had made three sets: One mine, one hers and one for the woman that had made my grand prize win possible. I shared those pictures next. "Yes, although I'd rather you burn them after you've looked at them!" I said blushing a little as I handed over her set. "Burn them! Not likely if they are as good as Rose says!" Carol noted laughing as she flipped open the package. "Wow! Oh my! Good heavens! Unbelievable!" She added over the first few pictures. Rose had snapped away like a mad woman right after I had worked my way into the slip. It was a series of transitional pictures of a young man transforming into a young lady and those last few that Rose had me pose for could easily have allowed me to pass myself off as a young lady. "Worth a small fortune!" Carol said in amazement as she added, "can I offer you some tea?" "Right! To anyone wanting to blackmail me!" I said smiling and adding a thanks to Carol's offer for that tea. I had followed her into the kitchen when she turned after laying the dress bags on the couch. Carol invited me to sit and brought down a cup and saucer exactly like the one already sitting on the kitchen table. The water in the tea pot was still hot as she poured it over the bag. It was a casual act but she suddenly laughed. "What?" I asked smiling for no other reason than in sharing in her laughter. "I get the impression, from those smiles, that blackmail wouldn't be very useful to anyone trying to squeeze money out of you!" Carol said noting how easily those smiles appeared. "True enough I suppose, although I'd rather those not end up in the school's year book." I said still finding a lot of humor in this. "What about a brochure?" Carol asked suddenly. "Brochure? Not sure I understand?" I asked frowning for the first time as I lifted the tea bag from my cup. Carol was concentrating on the rest of the pictures. She shook her head more than once as if in amazement. "OK, so here it is and before you run for the door at least let me get it all out. I'm only warning you because it's going to sound very odd, no doubt," Carol said. "OK?" I noted curiously. "Great! Now then, I'm not sure how much you know about transgendered males, nor am I sure I can fully explain them myself, but I've since discovered there is a fairly lucrative market out there for that kind of customer. Thing is, and the reason I'm mentioning it, is that I just finished three dresses for a young boy that, believe it or not, is quickly becoming famous for his pageant wins," Carol said. "Pageant? Pageant as in a girl's pageant?" I asked suddenly catching the drift of what Carol was saying and finding the topic intriguing although it wasn't yet clear what that had to do with me and that brochure she'd mentioned. "Pageants as in girl pageants but not! Transgendered Pageants actually, but with all the frills and thrills of a girl's pageant except it's strictly for boys. Transgendered boys. Obviously not as big or public as girl's pageants, but just as lucrative. Lucrative enough that I've just started looking into it as a viable market," Carol said setting down the last picture before she started fixing her second cup of tea. "Amazing! I mean amazing that I've never heard of them although, given the nature of that sort of thing I suppose it's not meant to be too public," I said trying to imagine a girl's pageant made up of just boys. It was difficult at best, but oddly not, given the pictures of me sitting in front of Carol. "Exactly!" Carol said and added, "I have orders for three other boys, and the thing is it could be more and one of those customers have asked for pictures of my work and perhaps a brochure if I had one." "You're kidding? I mean is the market that big?" I asked focusing on her statement of this as a possible business source. "I think it's very big and I also think I could command a fair amount of the business, as it happens. In fact, the woman that purchased those three dresses has made it very clear I've got a very good shot at becoming the 'vendor' of choice or at least one of them. As it happens, she's one of the organizers, as well as, a pageant mom herself," Carol said. "So you want to use my pictures in a brochure?" I asked connecting the dots that Carol had laid out. It made me uneasy over the prospects of being 'outed' in a manner of speaking and it would definitely be hard to explain if I had to explain it. Hard perhaps, although, as I thought about it, those pictures were taken for Halloween and it was doubtful, given the nature of their use, that I'd be seen by the public at large. That is 'my public at large'. "Why not use those boys?" I added after wondering why she hadn't considered that. "That's the problem, more or less!" Carol said and added, "a little more than less but the thing is I don't want to scare you off yet so allow me another minute or two." "OK!" I said picking up my tea cup to give me something to do besides blush. "You see, the thing is they're minors! I mean most of the boys that make up the market I'm looking at, relative to the style of dresses I make, are under the age of seventeen and while it's not really a legal issue it is a kind of moral one. Frankly I'd rather not deal with minors in this context. "Someone, somewhere is sure to have a fit of some kind if it got out I was promoting boys dressing as girls and using boys below the legal age of consent to model even if it's OK with both them and their moms. Society is simply too narrow minded for this life style yet. At least for now," Carol said and added, "you on the other hand, given your age and that look, which is extraordinary I might add, would be perfect! Perfect for all the right reasons!" "Well, if that's true then I suppose it would be OK for you to use my pictures," I said blushing over the complements and a little over the thought of me, or rather what I was that night, kind of going public. "That's the other thing I've quickly come to respect about you? You've got a very healthy attitude on this. Most guys would have had a heart attack just considering wearing those things and the thought of pictures would at least make them suffer some form of apoplexy," Carol said patting the back of my hand resting on the table next to my cup of tea. "Thank you! I guess it's not really such a big deal. It was kind of weird at first but the truth is, I did have fun with it so there was that as well." I said feeling comfortable saying that. "You see, that's what I'm talking about! Frankly, I'd love working with you and that's why I've taken this time to talk with you. Rose actually suggested it because she had the same sense of it as I've gotten in these short minutes. Honestly, you'd be perfect," Carol said in a flattering tone. "Well, as I said, you're welcome to use the pictures!" I added confirming she was going to be using the pictures she was now looking at again. "OK, and thank you for that, but that's the thing. I mean that's the reason I've walked you down this long conversational path so to speak. Problem is that dress you wore, while very cute, and a lot like the ones I'm going to be making, it's not nearly as cute as they are going to be or exactly the ones I'll be selling. The thing is these boys and their mothers, not too unlike their female counterparts, take sugar and spice to whole new level," Carol said and added, "and honestly you are not perfectly posed for the level of professionalism I'd like to see in my brochure." "Oh? So what do you suggest?" I asked not sure where she was going suddenly since it appeared she actually didn't want to use the pictures from Halloween. "Well, what I'm suggesting is that you model a newer version. A dress I'll make specifically for you as a matter of fact. Again, it would be a lot like the one you wore but a tiny bit more frilly. More frilly and with you posing a bit more formally which really means having someone that knows how to pose subjects taking those pictures. My sister is the expert for that sort of thing while I'm the expert on what to pose you in. In a word, I want you to actually be my model... paid of course," Carol noted. I sat there with an odd sense of foreboding trying to sort my feelings out. All kinds of things came into my thoughts as she spoke and were jumbling around in my head along with images and issues and, I had to admit, to no small amount of desire and that bothered me a little. Carol smiled and sipped her tea... "Scary I suspect but I'm hoping you'll at least consider it. I would pay you something suitable for the time you'd be spending getting photographed and a little bit besides while I actually make your dresses and accessories. I'm not rich, but I don't mind spending a little to make a little and this shouldn't be done for free," Carol said and after a moments pause added, "hope your silence is you considering this?" "I guess it is and isn't. Kind of an odd request you'll have to admit. The thing is, just before your request, I was half expecting you to want to use those pictures and that would have been that. Actually posing in a new dress kind of left me a little hung up on the prospect. I mean... Oh heck, I'm not sure what I mean. Hard to explain?" I said floundering over the feelings I was having. "Guys don't do this sort of thing! Right?" Carol said. "Kind of like that I suppose," I said. "I was afraid of that and I'd hoped you'd be a little less, how to put this... a little less hung up on it, although I most certainly understand. I suppose I can use some of the kids that have already been part of a pageant, but frankly it's not going to be the same as you doing it. I'll have less flexibility, more restrictions and, if you'll pardon me saying this, no one as cute as you'd be," Carol said. I sat there trying to sort my feelings blushing, trying to decide one way or another on what to do, how to say it whatever 'it' was while coming to grips with the gut wrenching excitement I was feeling. That bothered me most of all and saying yes seemed frightfully like saying I was one of 'them'. I wasn't. I mean I didn't think I was, yet deep down I think I knew better. "Penny for your thoughts right now?" Carol asked. "My thoughts? Well, I was just thinking, again, on how odd this would be. Not bad odd... maybe awkward would be more accurate. It's sort of like me, if I said yes to this, becoming kind of like a professional cross dresser in a way. If there is such a thing? If not then what's that say about me? Frankly, I'm kind of confused right now." I answered honestly. "Would it help on how I feel about it?" Carol asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What I mean is I don't see you as a cross dresser in the strictest definition of the term nor any other term you're most likely conjuring up in your thoughts right now. What I saw was a young man, obviously enjoying his foray into the world of make believe and why not? It was fun and it was meant to be. I think this could be as well and yes, it is odd... "Odd for both of us if you want to know how I feel about it, but the world really is changing. Frankly I don't see anything wrong with this. I mean for some boys it's natural obviously, for others it really is simply fun. It should be as long as the child is enjoying it and I'm positive most, if not all of them are. Especially for those boys who are transgendered in any way. Of course you're not, but the fact that you might have enjoyed it most certainly doesn't brand you anything past being just human. "The thing is, for me, it's a business venture and I saw you as part of my success in that venture. I still do and I'd really love you to consider doing this. We can put in place all kinds of things to protect your identity and no one, outside of me, perhaps Rose and the gal taking the pictures needs to know who you are. That's the beauty, if you'll pardon my pun, of being made to look beautiful. "Look, tell you what! Why not at least consider it for the day and if you don't want to do this I'll understand although, again, I would really like you to consider it. If you do want to do this, and I hope that's the case, I'll start outlining the program and we can spend some time on your personal privacy as our first order of business." Carol said. "So what if I was to decide to do this? I mean what happens then?" I asked feeling vulnerable, and still more than a little confused over the logic of possibly saying no against the desires for saying yes. "It's pretty simple really! I make you a dress, we get you made over for that dress and we take pictures... Proofs. We pick the best and design a brochure around that picture. That's pretty much it," Carol said and added, "it's all going to be done here, or mostly here, and again it's all going to be very private. So, was that at least a maybe?" Carol asked. "Yes! I mean yes that it's a maybe and yes, I would like time to consider this!" I said feeling very nervous even saying I'd consider this. "Then that's all I can ask for," Carol said as she stood and started busing the table from our tea. It was a kind of hint that my visit was over. I thanked her again for the loan of the costume, promised to consider the offer and took her hand at the door. I'd call her first thing in the morning. Carol watched me walk off with a mischievous grin on her face. She already knew my answer and had I known that I might have given it then. Carol's sister's home phone number was on her speed dial list and a hello came after two rings. "Hi! So how did it go?" Connie, Carol's sister, asked. "Should be able to start the dress tomorrow or no later than the next day." Carol said. "He said yes?" Connie asked. "No. I mean no, he didn't say yes. He will, but I gave him the day to think about it," Carol said. "No chance he'll back down?" Connie asked. "Always a chance but I'd rate this one as slim to none. He wanted to say yes over tea," Carol said and added, "anyway, I've got five weeks left so I should have plenty of time to get him ready." "He's got a good chance of winning," Connie said. "Of that I am sure," Carol said with conviction. "Well, as far as the paper work goes, he's all signed up. He'll be contestant number fifteen out of forty so far. You'll need to submit his pictures for the promotional side of this within a couple of weeks but that's just the pictures. The actual pageant begins on the fifteenth so you'll still have plenty of time if you haven't told him by then," Connie said. "Not a problem, I've already started on his dress although I'm going to be working on his slips and panties for the first few days after his yes. I'm hoping that by the time he's past that slip and those panties I'll be able to break the news to him," Carol said. "You told me you were going to have him in the adult sissy baby category? That's diapers and baby pants?" Connie said. "I am, but this is going to be one step at a time! I'll need to get him used to being a little girl, then a sissy. Once I've got him comfortable being sissy, I'll introduce him to the baby stuff." Carol noted. "Got it! So, is there anything I can do in the meantime?" Connie asked. "Absolutely! You're going to be my photographer." Carol said. "My pleasure! Just tell me when." Connie said. Meanwhile.... "So how is Carol?" Rose asked as I walked into the kitchen. She'd been gone for the day and most of the evening. I'd heard her come in late. Her question left me wondering what to answer. "Fine. She said to say hello," I said and added, "can I ask you something? It's kind of confidential. Odd as well!" "Sure?" Rose said as she started making herself a cup of coffee. "Not sure how to put this, but Carol wants me to model for a brochure." I said and blushed over that description and more over what it really meant. "I know. She had mentioned it to me when she loaned me the outfit," Rose said. "You knew? OK, that makes this a little easier. So, do you think that's kind of odd?" I asked. "Odd? No! Different? Yes! Why, you considering it?" Rose asked. "Yes," I said. "I think you'd be great at it!" Rose said. "Good enough reason then!" I said feeling better and added, "I'll call her tomorrow." "Hello?" Carol said picking up the phone. "Hi, it's me!" I said to Carol after her hello. I was hoping she couldn't hear the panic in my voice. "Good morning!" Carol said in a cheerful voice. "Morning. OK, so I've thought this over and, against my better judgment and most likely my personal reputation, I guess the answer is going to be yes," I said. "Wonderful! That's really great! Honestly, you are going to have as much fun with this as I am. Listen, you won't regret this, I promise," Carol said happily. It made me smile some and blush at the same time. I'd just committed to doing something few guys would even consider, let alone do. "So how is this going to work?" I asked feeling the heat in my face and glad she wasn't seeing it. "Well, first you walk over here and I start taking measurements and experimenting with first the slip, then the panties and finally your dress," Carol said and added, "however, it will have to start with that walk over here!" "Panties?" I said realizing, on another level, what my yes had just meant. I had thought about the panties... lots, obviously. The possible need for them that is, but then again those wouldn't necessarily show for a brochure. "Panties! Afraid so? You did wear the ones I sent over with that dress didn't you?" Carol asked. "Yes, but that was Rose's idea. I mean I wore them once I was dressed because the dress was a bit too short." I said in my defense and added quickly, "and over swimming trunks!" "Well, it's kind of going to be the same sort of thing again. Actually it's sort of a design puzzle if you think about it. It all fits together! The slip is designed as the base and dictates how the panties look because they show and even, to some degree, how the dress is designed. "For little girl fashions, and that is just a term in this context, panties are a hallmark or stylemark for that fashion age. Thought you would know that but then again, how would you? Hope that isn't changing your mind?" "Carol noted. "No. It's just that I hadn't actually thought about having to wear those. Never mind, it's pretty obvious that they go with such things so I guess I still am saying yes," I said. "Excellent! If you want, we can start ASAP... soon as you get here!" Carol said and added, "I'll need a few hours for measurements and design issues if you've got the time today?" "I do have the time today. I'm up and about already, so I can be there in a few minutes," I said. "Then I'll be here waiting!" Carol said before saying good-bye. "Did I hear you just say yes to your modeling career?" Rose asked coming into the kitchen clutching her robe and looking sleepy still. "Yes to the modeling! No to this as a career!" I said. "Too bad about that career part, but that's great about the modeling. Oh, and I get pictures!" Rose said. "Great! I'm trying to keep this secret, and besides, how do you explain that picture on the mantle?" I said waving my hand at the one she had framed. "Well, the need to explain that hasn't come up yet, but I suppose I could tell anyone asking that it's my niece," Rose said and added with a chuckle, "or the young man that rents a room here?" "Go with the niece story," I said laughing along with her. "Got it!" Rose said, although to herself she noted, "oh, precious, I've already settled in on you actually being my pretend niece, and, if I get my way, perhaps my little play princess." Meanwhile... Carol was going through the closet of slips deciding finally on one she had designed some time ago. It might be a little big on John but would serve for now. It rustled loudly and she smiled. The panties she chose were lavish and meant to be. Two layers of material with satin on the outside and lingerie nylon on the inside with a layer of soft plastic between them. Carol had made those a couple of days ago and she smiled at the texture and how it all moved together. "It's all about the senses!" Carol said to herself as she picked up a small bottle of Loves Baby Soft perfume and spritzed both the slip and panties. Carol moved to the bathroom and began the bath and added bath salts in the same perfume. Getting me into that bubble bath would be difficult but not impossible. Getting me into the rest of my new things, Carol was sure, wasn't going to be difficult at all. "Hi!" I said nervously. "Hi yourself!" Carol said as I entered and added, "well, this is a good sign!" "Good sign?" I asked. "You didn't leave town?" Carol said laughing. "Oh, right! No, I didn't. Thought about it," I said smiling at her joke and thankful for the laugh since it eased my nervousness. "OK, then! Thought I'd coax you into a bath then get you into a slip and pair of panties I've already got from the measurements," Carol said hoping to ease the topic of the bath into the conversation without too much emphasis. "Bath?" I asked. "Bath! I know you didn't expect that but it's necessary. The things you'll be wearing are new, and to be candid, I'd rather they not smell like they've been worn by a guy," Carol said and added quickly, "you can shower the perfume off when we're done." "Perfume?" I asked. "Perfume! Honey, you're new to this obviously, so I'll suggest you allow me to be your guide since I'm the resident expert. The thing is, modeling is going to take a little bit more than just wearing the clothes. I suppose I should have mentioned that, but honestly I didn't even think about it," Carol said over the change but added, "the bathroom down the hall and to your left. Your things are already in there." "OK." I said quietly. I had to sort of defer to her in this, simply because she was the expert. Just hadn't thought about all of the things this might entail and wondered, in that same vain, if it mattered. I said it did but there was another part of my brain laughing at me for saying so. I smiled as I found the bathroom and entered. I think I made a gasp but wasn't sure. The slip hung on a hanger covered in pink satin trimmed with a tiny pink bow at the loop. It hung on an ornate brass hook to the left of a built in vanity with all sorts of cosmetics and bath accessories you'd expect to find where women lived but that only made the scene worse or better I suppose, and there on the bench, pulled halfway out, were the panties. This time I knew I'd made a little gasp as I shared a moment between the hem of the slip between my fingers and the panties I'd picked up. I was glad I was alone. "There is a round container on the vanity with powder. It's pink and there is a powder puff inside of it when you life the cover. Use that when you've dried. I've put a new bar of soap in the soap dish and a wash cloth and towel next to the sink. Just leave your clothes in there for when you shower later," Carol said from the other side of the door. "OK!" I said feeling guilty holding the panties. The slip was... well, it was slippery. Slippery and I was going to wear it! What had I gotten myself into I mused but smiled as I began to undress. The bath water took a moment for me to adjust to. There was another moment for the flowery smell to reach my consciousness and suddenly realized fully, when this bath ended, I'd truly smell like a girl or little girl perhaps since the bath beads hinted of baby powder. I took up the bar of soap and in another room Carol took up the phone. "Believe it or not he's taking a bubble bath!" Carol said to her sister Connie after she answered the phone. "You're kidding?" Connie said surprised. "Nope! Love's Soft Baby Bath Beads, lotion and powder. Put the best slip I have in there and, get this, a pair of lined ruffled panties I fashioned for this occasion," Carol said and added, "oh, and a very cute pair of black patent Mary Jane shoes and socks." "Now this is too much! You're serious?" Connie said. "Serious enough to promise you a cute set of pictures when I'm done. I'm going to take front, back and both sides for his sewing book," Carol said. "Sewing book? What is a sewing book?" Connie asked. "A sewing book? Well, actually that is the name for a scrap book when you don't want to use the term scrap book," Carol said. "Ah! I've got it! You are too much. OK, so the worse parts over. Now what about the rest of it? I mean, when do I come into this?" Connie asked. "Let's see? OK, so today I'm going to have him in just his slip and panties for as long as I can without risking the obvious. I'm going to make some sketches for a while, then take measurements as well. Thought I'd also toy with some minor alterations as an excuse to keep him in his little girlish lingerie for as long as I can. I'm going to push it, but not too hard. I mostly want him to get used to me, his things and the whole idea of being in them," Carol said. "Excellent plan, but what about me and taking those pictures?" Connie asked and added, "don't be so greedy with our little princess. Honestly, the sooner he meets me the better it's going to be for all of us, and I can take those pictures as a set of before shots." "I'm just a little worried about him getting too much too soon is all," Carol noted. "Given he's taking a bubble bath and about to step out in front of you wearing a little girl style slip, ruffled panties and little girlish shoes makes that a bit academic, and still there is... well, it's amazing. Frankly, I believe he can stand the rest of this," Connie said and added, "besides, I don't think I could wait too much longer." "OK, you're right! Besides, it would be more fun sharing his first moments together. Tell you what, why don't you come over in about an hour. Use your key and come in quietly. We will be in the kitchen. Oh, and don't forget to bring your photo equipment! If we handle this casually and pretend your being here is accidental he'll get past it. Once he's calm enough, I'll argue that since you are already here you might just as well take the pictures instead of me. That will give you some time with him as well," Carol noted. "Oh I could just hug you! Thanks sis. I'm going to set things up right now, then pack. See you in an hour!" Connie said. Carol set the phone down quietly and looked up at the kitchen clock. Meanwhile, I was dry and nearly shivering when I lifted the lid for that powder lifting the large fluffy powder puff that came up clinging with a light pink powder. I dabbed my chest once, then twice and was overwhelmed with a fresh, more powerful scent matching the bubble bath. I wondered how much to use then decided to throw caution to the wind and powder myself front to back. I shivered a little but not because I was cold as I lifted the panties from the vanity stool. I realized that the panties were a bit beyond just being panties and knew there were two layers. Now I realized there were three. I wasn't sure why until it dawned on me that the inside layer was plastic. Plastic? Now why plastic I thought until the reason became obvious. Did she knew I'd do that I wondered as I stepped into them. She had to know or else why that lining of plastic and I flushed nearly crimson at the prospects of her thinking I might like such things. OK, I did like it, but I didn't want her knowing that. I was doing her a favor I argued with myself. I stopped arguing that point when the panties were in place and decided that plastic lined panties were most likely a good thing. I also suspected with the evidence glaring at me that she had to know 'about boys and panties' else why that layer of plastic. Thankfully I'd have the slip on covering my obvious joy and that silent confession. Did girls feel this way about their clothes? I'd never felt this way about anything I wore as a boy and happily took up the slip. Layers! Unlike boys, girls wear layers of material I mused and that slip was two at the top around my chest and four for the skirts when I counted them. Something slinky, clingy and very silky would be against my skin. Over that for the skirts two layers of netting... Tulle I think those were called and the last, the top had to be taffeta I mused. Panels or strips circled the skirt separated by ruffled gathers with lace trimming the edges of the bodice and hem. A tiny pink bow for the front at the chest made me smile as I fingered it lightly. It was such a nice touch. I had to pause a moment to catch my breath before gathering it over my head. It was so noisy! Why did they make them so noisy I also mused as the slip fell around me. Then I laughed silently! The noise was a good thing and would cover the sound of my heart now pounding in my chest. "Do those things fit?" Carol asked from the other side of the door startling me. I felt like I was about to be caught! I also knew the answer would tell her two things: Was I done with my bath and was I wearing those things? I felt my face flush. "Yes!" I said too quickly and too nervous I decided. The top of the slip was taffeta with a nylon organdy over that which reversed that order from the waist down. There was that nylon organdy against my legs and taffeta above two very full layers of tulle. How could a bunch of material stir such emotions and what about those emotions? Would any boy feel like this? I hoped the answer would be yes but I wasn't sure it mattered. It all felt so wonderful on and so very different from anything I'd worn before except for Halloween. It had felt that way Halloween night which was definitely one of the reasons I'd wanted to say yes to this and definitely why I did. Now all I had to do was gather the courage to step out of that bathroom "Ready then?" Carol asked in an attempt to get me to do just that. "Yes," I said realizing that the moment was at hand. I couldn't resist pressing the petticoats against my legs and bending slightly as I looked down at the tips of two very shiny, very black pair of Mary Jane shoes. I looked so cute or thought I did and felt silly thinking that. I took hold of the door handle and my hand began to shake. "Hi, thought you were never going to appear?" Carol said smiling. No mention of what I looked like thankfully. No cooing or teasing, just that short statement and I smiled. "Sorry! Kind of nervous," I said and meaning it. "Over what? These things? Don't be silly! You're working here! Be different if you were not working and before we get too far into this... thank you! I knew I'd picked the right person for this job." Carol said. "How so?" I said trying to force myself to act casual but not even close. "Courage! Takes a very brave man to do something like this. Took courage to wear those things on Halloween as well," Carol said. "Brings a whole new meaning to the word sissy then?" I said joking since the definition of sissy wasn't someone brave. "It does indeed. Now then, let me start with some notes on your sizes, a couple of sketches, and your thoughts as well, then I'll get some measurements and finally a few pictures. Sound OK?" Carol asked. "Sure!" I said thinking that all of the things she planned meant I had a long day ahead of me. As I thought about it I nearly smiled and was sure she heard the enthusiasm in my voice. Was going to have to be more careful that way. "Great! So do me a favor first and simply walk back and forth in the living room. Twirl a little when you turn. I'm curious on how those petticoats are going to flair and settle back again. As you do that tell me if the slips itch or slid too much around your waist," Carol noted as she sat down with a pen and paper. "Just walk?" I asked turning towards the fireplace across the room. It was going to be a delightful sort of exercise given how it felt just in those few feet from the bathroom. "Walk, twist, turn, even walk in a circle left and right if you would. Everything about the dress is going to be dependent on the slips and the slips have to be fluffy and not too stiff. Mind telling me how it feels on?" Carol asked as I began walking with a kind of right to left twist and glad my back was to her. "Great! I mean fine!" I said cursing that excitement in my voice and even that word. 'It does doesn't it precious. And you look so adorable in those things. Suits you to a tee!' Carol thought to herself as she watched me intently for all of the signs she'd hoped would be there. They were as she said, "excellent. Still, it could be just a tad shorter." "Shorter?" I said twisting around quickly to walk back towards her. "Sounds odd I know, but I'm defining a particular look here and for little girls the torso isn't fully developed yet. That's the reason the waist of the slip is set a bit higher than your waist. Little girls in bell shaped dresses, if you haven't noticed, are about half dress and half legs. Feel OK though?" Carol asked. "Yes, yes it does. Won't the panties show?" I asked nervously. I thought they almost did now just walking and was sure they would if I bent over. "And now you know why ruffles and lace are so important when little girls, and especially toddlers, are put into their little dresses! Won't be too much different for a boy in a pageant either. Judges are looking for that 'cute' look," Carol said. I twisted around again and nearly skipped the fifteen feet from the edge of the dining room to the fireplace. I twisted back and forth again and was just starting to make my way towards Carol when the front door opened. "Carol? You home? Oh, I'm so sorry! Forgive me, I'm Connie and you must be John?" The woman said coming into the living room and closing the door behind her. It was as if I was not wearing what I was wearing but it didn't help my panic much. I truly felt like I'd been caught this time. "Connie! Hi! I wasn't expecting you!" Carol said in an odd tone that hinted at anger. "Sorry! Had to do something nearby and decided to stop by early. I didn't realize you'd be starting the designs so soon. Gosh, those under things are divine! Look, while I'm here, I mean if it's OK with John and John, I do apologize for this intrusion, but what say I take some pictures. You were going to take pictures of the lingerie right?" Connie asked. "Yes, actually I was, but I need to makes some sketches and notes first then measurements as well. Anyway, that can wait I suppose. John, honey, do you mind if my sister takes the pictures instead of me?" Carol asked. I was too scared at first and now too embarrassed to speak although I did, "no." "Well, Connie, why don't you set up here in the living room and I'll go get my tape measure and start that," Carol said. "Will do!" Connie said casually. I didn't see the look that passed between the two women as I moved to the dining room area. I felt slightly exposed. Connie smiled as she went out for the camera equipment as did Carol who walked down the hall for her tape measure. I smiled just a little when both women were out of sight. I heard a cell phone ring as Carol rushed back into the dining room to grab the call. It was Carol's phone in her purse, "Hello?" "It's me, I'm out front. Look, I know I'm early but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry! Actually no I'm not! He is so cute in those things!" Connie said. "Oh hi mom! No, I'm fine and you!" Carol said pretending it was her mother before cupping the phone and whispering to me, "it's my mother, take five and I'll take this call." I nodded as Carol moved off towards the kitchen as she said, "mom, how's dad's knee?" "What are you doing? Ten minutes sooner and you would have caught him still in the bathroom. Anyway, no harm done and he seems to have taken it pretty well, so let's just go ahead with the set up and pictures," Carol said. "Can't we get him to walk a little more? Perhaps you could ask me for a second opinion? He's so damn cute in those things," Connie said. "Not a bad idea! OK, so when I finish with mom's phone call you come back in with your equipment and I'll ask you what you think about the length. I can get him to walk back and forth maybe a couple of more times. I don't want to push him too hard, although I'm beginning to think I could," Carol said. "Great! So any pictures of him sitting? The ruffles on the panties? Please?" Connie asked. "Sitting? Maybe! His ruffled panties? No, we'd better not. Let's work on the plan still. Tell you what, I'll let you take the measurements while I write them down, how's that?" Carol said. "Excellent!" Connie said as she clicked off. "Bye mom, take care! I love you too. Hugs to dad!" Carol said coming back into the dining room. "OK, now where were we?" Connie said. "Pictures?" I replied and then added, "isn't it going to be odd me not wearing a dress or makeup and I guess a wig as well?" "Might be if all I made are dresses honey, but I'm doing it all. Panties, slips and dresses. I'm figuring our... I mean the little girl lingerie would be sold as accessories and help sell the dresses. Now then, as for makeup, I can take care of that in just a few minutes. Honestly, and don't take offense over this, you're already pretty enough but then again, the makeup will hide you a bit more from being recognized. You can wear the wig you wore on Halloween. OK?" Carol asked. "Works for me!" I said in a kind of odd embarrassed sort of bliss. The slip was like being caressed between satin sheets and again I thought of that plastic layer of material between the panties other two layers. I was glad now that she'd made them that way. Might even be better with a layer of cotton I mused. That shocked me some when I thought it because I'd just described training pants. "What's the matter?" Carol asked. "What? Oh, nothing, was just thinking of something," I said flushing a little at the thought of wearing something a little girl might wear because I, not too unlike her, couldn't control myself. "I'll get my purse," Carol said. "Purse?" I asked. "Makeup!" Carol said. "Oh, right!" I noted as Carol walked over to the chair it was hanging on. "Go ahead and sit and let's see what a little blush, lipstick and color on the eyes can do," Carol said opening the large bag and tugging out another. It was full of makeup items I noted when she opened the zipper. I sat and Carol pulled her chair closer to mine so our knees were touching. So simple a thing but so sensuous suddenly. I felt weak and suddenly glad I was sitting as Carol twisted open a gold tube of lipstick she'd taken the cover from. "Make like you are going to be kissed!" Carol said pursing her lips as she wanted me to do. I did and a second later I felt the wax move across my upper then lower lips. "Bring them together lightly," Carol said again doing it with her own lips. I followed her example and she smiled. "What?" I asked. "Nothing... actually it's kind of fun turning a young man into a young lady," Carol said as she closed the lipstick and opened a compact. "Why?" I asked curiously, ignoring the fact I was that young man. "Why? Gee, that's a good question? Let's see? Well, I suppose it's because I get to share some of what I know about such things," Carol said. "Not sure I understand that?" I said. "Huh? OK, well, I've always wondered why boys don't actually dress as girls if given the chance. I mean I understand why they might not be allowed to but if that wasn't the case would they? Even boys that are not into cross dressing?" Carol asked and added, "I mean if you had the chance, like now, is this something you'd enjoy without this kind of work related circumstance?" "Now that's a tough one?" I said feeling a sense of entrapment. "Tough how?" Carol asked as she moved her blusher to my cheek and stroked it up and away. "It's not so much me answering, as you wanting me to confess something and I'm not sure I can? I mean anything I say would be awkward right now," I said. Carol stroked the blush again and moved the brush to the other cheek. "Would it help if I told you that I think you just did?" Carol asked with a sympathetic smile. "Did what?" I asked back. "Confessed." Carol said as she gently massaged the blush into my skin. "Did I? Yes, I guess I did. You see, that's not fair! I mean nothing I could have said would make me not stand out as some kind of sissy and now, as it turns out, I am anyway by not saying anything," I said in a mock sort of hurt. "Amazing?" Carol said. "Amazing what?" I asked. "How hung up you guys are. What is so hard about admitting something, or anything that feels good?" Carol asked looking serious. "We're not supposed to like this sort of thing or these sorts of things," I said. "Even if you do?" Carol asked. "Even if we do?" I said. "Do you?" Carol asked. "You are bound and determined to get an answer out of me aren't you?" I asked. "Yes," Carol said as she finished rubbing the other cheek and added, "with no repercussions or risk of being honest either!" "Right! So if I said that I liked it, that wouldn't change what you think of me?" I asked. "Didn't say that and the answer is yes, it would drastically change how I think of you. In fact, if you said yes that you liked it, I'd be about as thrilled as I could be," Carol said. "Thrilled?" I asked curiously. "Very thrilled!" Carol said. "Why?" I asked. "Because, then I wouldn't have to be so guarded and worry so much about your ego! It would also be a whole lot more fun then," Carol said. "Fun how?" I asked feeling slightly nervous. "Fun as in pretending I'm one of those pageant moms!" Carol said. "You'd want to dress your son as a girl?" I asked slightly taken back by her confession. "If he'd like it? Sure, why not? It would be like having the best of both worlds and imagine how whole he'd be when he grew to be your age. I mean look at you? In a way you've obviously been raised a little bit different, make that more open than most boys because, frankly, you're here doing this. I'd like my son to be like you and since I don't have a son it's kind of fun thinking of you that way," Carol said. "Really?" I asked. "Really!" she said and added, "so, with as much honesty as you dare, do you like it?" "And you wouldn't think me odd if I said yes?" I asked feeling silly since I'd more or less just said yes. "Do you think me odd because I like dressing you up like this?" Carol asked. "Not really... no, I guess not." I said. "Then that's my answer to you as well?" Carol said and suddenly she leaned forward putting both hands on my knees and added, "well?" "I'm trapped! OK, then honestly, yes," I said. "Some of it or all of it?" Carol asked not moving her hands and that was making me slightly uncomfortable. "All of it, how?" I asked. "The bath? The powder? These things? Wearing makeup?" Carol asked. "You're asking me if I'd like to be a girl?" I asked. "Nope! I'm asking you if you've like doing some of the things you've done so far." Carol asked. "Then I suppose the answer again is yes." I said and asked, "you ever think about becoming some kind of psychologist?" "Nope, I like being a dress maker at the moment. Your dress maker actually," Carol said patting my knees with both hands before moving closer to kiss me. It wasn't fully passionate but it was still a kiss and we were both wearing lipstick. "I'm feeling faint!" I said when she sat back up. "Good! Nothing like stirring the passion a bit!" Carol said and added, "and you are pretty, so there!" I was going to ask her what she meant about the passion when her sister opened the door holding all sorts of bags and a tri-pod. Fact was Carol had stirred up a lot of passion with that kiss and those hands on my knees. I was hoping it wasn't just being affectionate. More adult actually. "Hey!" Connie said as set sat down one of the bags she held to close the door. I turned towards her blushing at the prospects of getting caught kissing Carol and Connie obviously saw my face now with the blush and lipstick on it as she added, "wow!" "Is that a good wow or a bad wow?" I asked trying to add a touch of humor in this for my sake. "That's a very good wow. Even without a wig on you look... really good! You make a very pretty girl if you want to know the truth," Connie said. "So I've been told!" I said looking at Carol who looked back and smiled. "Really?" Connie asked. "By your sister!" I said. "She was always the wiser of the two and she's right," Connie said as she sat the other large padded bag down but kept the tri-pod in her hand. She moved to the large fireplace and began setting that up. Carol stood smiling at me as she said, "I'm going to get your wig." I sat there feeling so odd. One woman to my left was getting ready to shoot pictures of me as a girl and the other walking off down the hall was happily turning me into one. I watched Connie setting up her equipment and saw her unpacking a large very professional digital camera that she mounted on the tri- pod. She also brought out a smaller digital and then a laptop. It was an interesting combination and made me wonder about that. "So what's the computer for?" I asked as she began plugging the cameras into a box that plugged into the computers. "Well, let's see? I use the hand held camera for my set up shots, and the computer gives me a better picture, the portrait camera for the actual shots because it's a much higher resolution and the computer is my backup for the images. I use a satellite connection and they go directly to my studio as well," Connie said as she sat the computer on the table and clicked it on. "Shooting pictures, I mean portraits has come a long way," I said. "Sometimes more than even I could have imagined," Connie noted. "What's that?" Carol said coming into the room with the blond wig in one hand and a large pink hair bow in another. "We were talking about how far picture taking has come," Connie noted she began setting up a stand for what I would guess was a back ground. "Has indeed considering I don't have a clue on what any of that is," Carol said sitting down in the Chair again. I sat still for the wig as she fit it over my head then again when she stood and clipped the large hair bow at the back. I didn't see the glance between the two women. "Wish he was going to be wearing a dress?" Connie said. "Not designed yet," Carol said which ended in a brief pause before she added, "could though? I've got the dress that went with this slip. It's really cute and it might be nice have a few pictures of you in this transition so to speak. Would you mind?" "No, I guess not?" I said feeling excited over the prospects of something juvenile and pretty. I wasn't sure if it was that large hair bow or my becoming more at ease but I was getting more willing to do this and do this as far as I could. "Great. OK, I'm all set if you want me to start on the before shots?" Connie said as she clicked the large digital causing a silver umbrella to fire off in a synchronized way. "Good, why don't you start those and I'll go get his dress," Carol said. I didn't miss that part about 'his dress' as she walked off. "Want to come over here honey?" Connie said smiling. I rose and walked towards where Connie was and stood just behind the gear. "Up against the backdrop, just at the edge of it. I need to make some lighting adjustments," Cindy said. "There is no backdrop?" I said moving over to the metal rack to stand in front of the large aluminium umbrella as Connie held up a meter in her hand. "Thanking about that?" Connie said and added, "not sure what I want behind you yet.... wait, I've got it!" I watched her move to what looked like a tent bag that she began to fuss with and finding the roll she was looking for tugged it loose. "Forest Fairy!" Connie said. "What?" I asked getting a little uncomfortable with that word fairy. "That's the name of the backdrop. Really cute! Pastel forest with fairy's fluttering about," Connie said as she mounted it with a click to the rig. She tugged on it and it rolled open. Fairy's, all female or too feminine were indeed fluttering about on a pastel sunset in a forest. "Nothing a little more masculine?" I asked smiling. "Nope! Not for this!" Connie said in a teasing voice and then added, "would you feel better if I called it Attack of the Zombie Fairies or something like that?" "OK, you win!" I said as she stepped back towards her cameras. "Know any girl moves?" Connie asked. "Girl what?" I asked back. "Girl moves. You're standing there like a boy!" Connie said. "I am a boy!" I said. "Not! You're the image of a very pretty little girl and the only thing missing is you posing like one!" Connie said. "How?" I asked not challenging what she'd just said and feeling delightful because of what she'd just said. "OK! Follow me! Attention!" Connie said and laughed as she added, "like the military! Come on, stand at attention, hands at your sides! Good! Now let your arms come out so they match the angle of your slip! That's it! OK, lift just your hands at the wrist so they are laying perpendicular to the floor! Perfect. "Now spread your fingers a little on both hands, just a little. Excellent. Next thing I'm going to have you do is make a Right Face, but when you do don't bring your left foot down, just leave it so you're resting on the toe... that's it! Now that's a girl move!" "Like this?" I said suddenly realizing as I did so that I had to look very much like a girl posing. "That's it exactly! See how easy that was? Now hold that!" "Oh wow! How cute you look!" Carol said coming in with a hand full of dress in her hands. It glistened brightly in the light and rustled noisily as she made her way towards the dining room table. "Not now sis, I'm shooting!" Connie said laughing as she added, "and you sweetheart, take a breath! Hold it! FLASH! "Got her!" Connie said. "Him!" I said. "What?" Connie asked. "You said 'got her'," I said. "Oh! Sorry about that. OK, let's do the same exact thing for your left side. Same manoeuvre as before but this time a Left Face!" Connie said. This time I did it without the instructions. Carol stood looking on in amazement as she asked, "now where did you learn to do that?" "Connie, just now!" I said feeling oddly proud but a little embarrassed that I surprised her and then feeling odd that I too was a little surprised. Connie took another shot and had me stand with my back to her this time with my legs together but arms out as before and a couple with me looking over my left then right shoulder. The last one she took of me standing was from the front again with my arms like before but a couple with me holding the slip by the edges. She brought a dining room chair over and I learned about sitting 'like a lady'. How odd to hear those things connecting with me and how wonderful the slip felt when I sat and again when she had me sit in a kind of coquettish sort of way with my hands on my knees, knees together but my legs off at an angle. The dress followed and I discovered it was taffeta and organza with a tulle slip. I had to be careful getting it on and both woman helped so it went over the wig without musing it. Carol buttoned the back as Connie fluffed the skirts of the dress over the slip. I was finished when Carol tied the sash into a large bow. I was in a light pastel pink and feeling every bit of what I wore. The same set of pictures went the same way and an hour had passed. When the last shots were taken and as Connie was packing up her gear Carol brought out a tape measure and began jotting down the measurements she was getting. Connie took over adding the numbers to the chart Carol produced as Carol gathered in the last ones. "Ready to see what you look like honey?" Connie asked. "What?" I asked back. "Your pictures? I've got them on the computer! Here, hold on a second and I'll feed them to the television!" Connie said snaking a long thin cable out to the front of the set. She plugged it in, typed out some commands and a second later I was looking at me in my slips. Actually, if I hadn't known it was me I was looking at a girl in her slip. Gave me goose bumps. "What did I tell you?" Carol said looking at me after another picture came up with me in the dress. All of the pictures, as thumbnails were displayed first before Connie slid the mouse over one to click on it. "What?" I asked. "How pretty you are as a girl! How perfect you look and we didn't really try for these!" Carol said. "Not sure I'm supposed to like hearing this!" I said. "OK, so what if you tried ignoring the fact that you're violating a dozen... what should we call them? Boy rules? Yes, boy rules." Connie asked. "Then I could say that I liked hearing that?" I answered. "Great! Then you've also got my vote for being the cutest little girl in this room!" Connie added. "Thank you!" I said and then added, "I think?" "Young man, a proper thank you, when you are dressed like that, is often accompanied by a curtsey!" Carol noted. "Another girl move?" I asked smiling. "No, not just another girl move! It is THE girl move!" Carol noted. "Here, I'll show you!" Connie said coming up from behind and putting her hands on my hips as she added, "now take up the very edge of your dress in both hands. That's it! And what you are going to want to do is dip down with your back straight so your legs bend slightly. Only thing is you'll be bringing your right leg back slightly so the toe is touching the floor and your calf is touching your other calf. It's all done in one perfect motion!" It took a half dozen tries and I was asked to do it a half dozen more when I'd gotten it right. When I asked why those others I'd had to do after getting it right Carol said, "because you look so damn cute doing it!" "Cute is an understatement." Connie returned with her hand held digital and made me do a couple more for pictures. Those as well went into her computer and a few seconds later were part of the series taken earlier. What a night it had been so far. "How about tea you guys?" Carol asked. "Love some!" Connie said. "I could use a cup of something!" I said thankful that I'd get a few more minutes in the things I was wearing. "Going to have to do this properly!" Carol said. "Do what properly!" I asked. "Take your tea properly!" Carol noted. "More girl moves?" I asked. "A few!" Carol noted and added, "you up for it?" "Yes," I said not trying this time to qualify it. "Actually, he should serve!" Connie said. "What?" I asked. "It's only fair!" Connie said. "What is?" I asked. "You're kind of a new girl in a manner of speaking, and the new girl should serve tea!" Connie said teasing. "Who says that?" I said smiling. "It's a rule! Ages old." Connie said. "Not likely!" I said. "Spoil sport!" Connie teased as we waited for Carol to return from the kitchen. "No!" I said. "Please!" Connie begged. "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm really enjoying this!" Connie noted. "Me being humiliated?" I said in a half joking way. "Absolutely not! Honestly, that's not it at all. In fact, I was hoping... or maybe I'm reading too much into this, that you were kind of enjoying it. Thought you would find it interesting to do the honors of serving tea. I remember how proud I was when I was a little girl and grandmother trusted me with serving. It's a great honor for a little girl." "Serving tea is an honor?" I asked. "Of course!" Connie said. "What are you two talking about now?" Carol said coming into the room with a silver tea tray, that matched the serving set. There were four cups on saucers. "Our new girl serving tea?" Connie said. "What a cute idea? Will you?" Carol asked. "This is getting a little odd!" I said. "True enough but that doesn't answer the question now does it?" Carol asked. "OK!" I said sounding, what I hoped, would suggest a decent amount of reluctance on my p