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Trapped in a Tutu!
by Robyn, the GIRL Wonder
Jimmy Jameson was madly in love with Renee Winters.
He couldn't believe it the first time he laid eyes on her, on
the first day of school. She was a year older than him, thirteen
years old, and stunning. She was tall, thin, with long blonde
hair, blue eyes and straight white teeth. She wore a pink
t-shirt and a short denim skirt. Her long hair was in a
ponytail, with a matching pink ribbon holding it in place. She
had pierced ears, with tiny golden hearts.
Jimmy could hardly breathe. What a vision!
Of course, he felt awkward. His breath caught in his chest.
She was meeting a girlfriend in the courtyard of the school.
Jimmy heard her voice, a lovely musical soprano; and her laugh.
When she smiled, it was as if the entire world were just a shade
brighter.
For the next two weeks, he kept his ears open. He learned her
name, and where she lived; she was new in town, and moved to
Jericho with some kind of unknown scandal. She had moved here,
an only child with her mother, over the summer. It seemed she
had a reputation as a "bad" girl. But Jimmy didn't believe it
for an instant. It was simply impossible that such a lovely
specimen of the female sex could be anything other than perfect.
And it was even worse when she began to pal around with Jimmy's
older sister, Melissa.
Melissa was an aspiring ballet dancer, and as it happened, so
was Renee.
It was pure torture to know that the object of his affection was
only a few feet away, in his sister's room. He'd listen at the
wall, hearing the girls giggle and compliment each other.
"Oh, that skirt is darling on you, Melissa!" Renee would say.
"You should try this blush, Renee," Melissa would say, "It'd
really bring out your high cheekbones!"
The girls would trade clothes, too. He'd see Melissa in one of
Renee's dresses, or Melissa in one of Renee's blouses, or
wearing Renee's perfume.
When he was home alone from time to time, he'd sneak into
Melissa's room, just to touch an item of Renee's clothes, a
blouse or a pair of Capri pants she and his sister had traded,
and be envious of the material, so close to Renee's porcelain
skin.
Sometimes, a third girl from the ballet lessons, would join the
two others in Melissa's room. Her name was Emily, and she
actually talked to Jimmy from time to time. It wasn't like Renee
ignored the poor boy, but she never would initiate any small
talk. Emily seemed bouncy and friendly to everyone.
One day, getting toward Christmas, the all three girls were in
the living room. They were wearing their ballet clothes, pink
leotards and toe shoes, and gauzy little skirts. There were
tiaras in their hair, and fairy wings on their backs. They had
been cast as Sugarplum Fairies in the local ballet's annual
production of "The Nutcracker". They danced on their toes, and
spun, making their little skirts flutter fetchingly, and Jimmy
thought he'd never seen anything in his young life so beautiful
as Renee dressed up in such a feminine manner.
And then, Melissa got the flu.
She would be off her feet for at least a week, Dr. Rosenman had
said, and strict bed rest would be required.
The following Saturday afternoon, his mother knocked on his
bedroom door, interrupting Jimmy's reading of "The Lord of the
Rings". Jimmy wasn't much for doing Christmas decorations, since
they'd moved to Arizona. Hot weather just didn't seem very
Christmassy to him.
"Could you do me a favor, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Sure," he answered. "What?"
"Well, since Melissa's so sick, Renee and Emily are practicing
their ballet over at Renee's house. They need one of the
Sugarplum Fairy costumes. Could you take Melissa's over to
them?"
Jimmy gulped. Actually go to Renee's house? Of course, he knew
where she lived, but never expected to actually go there. He was
nervous, of course, and a little bit scared, but he agreed to do
it immediately. Besides, it'd be nice to see the girls
(especially Renee!) in their beautiful costumes.
So, within a few minutes, Jimmy found himself walking to Renee's
place, a box under his arm, with Melissa's fairy costume in it.
He knocked on the door to her house, and Renee came to the door
smiling. She'd obviously been laughing just a moment before.
"Hi, Jimmy," she said, opening the door. To his disappointment,
Renee wasn't in her costume. She was wearing jeans and a puffy
white blouse. "Come on in!"
Well, Jimmy just couldn't believe his good fortune. So, with
some trepidation, he followed Renee into her home, which was
gorgeously decked out for Christmas. Emily was there, too,
dressed in a sleeveless white drop-waisted cotton dress
festooned with a pink floral pattern.
"Would you like a coke?" Renee asked, leading him into the
kitchen.
"Uh...sure!" Jimmy replied. He couldn't believe the luck.
Emily followed the two of them into the kitchen. "Ask him,
Renee," she said.
"You ask him," she replied.
"It was your idea!" Emily pointed out.
"Oh, Jimmy would NEVER agree, so it's pointless to even ask,"
she was looking Jimmy directly in the eye. Gosh, she was SO
pretty!
He saw an opportunity. Perhaps whatever the girls had in mind
would actually mean he'd get to spend some time in Renee
Winter's company! How lucky could he be?
"What do you have in mind?" Jimmy asked.
"We need some help," she said. "You see, we need to practice our
ballet, but we need a third girl to help with a bunch of the
moves."
"Well, I guess I could stand in for Melissa," Jimmy said.
"Would you?" Renee smiled mischievously. "Would you really?"
"Of course," he said.
"Oh, good," Emily said. "We'll help you get dressed and
everything. Don't worry about a thing!"
"Dressed?" Jimmy scratched his head. "I am dressed!"
"Oh, Jimmy," Renee said, "We can't practice like this, we have
to be wearing our costumes!"
"I can't wear a girl's tutu!" Jimmy swallowed.
"Oh, please..." Renee positively begged. "No one's home. My
mom's gone for the day Christmas shopping, and won't be home for
hours! No one will see you!"
Jimmy didn't know what to do. He didn't see why he'd have to
dress up like a girl, but he really did like the idea of
spending time with Renee and Emily. And they assured him it'd be
perfectly safe.
So he agreed.
"We'll help you, once you get the basics on, OK?" Renee said.
She took Melissa's white tights and pink leotards out of the box
he'd carried in, and handed them to him, and then led him into
her parent's bedroom. "You can change in here. Emily and I will
change in my bedroom. We'll come and get you when we're ready."
And with that, she closed the door on him. There he was, in her
parent's bedroom, about to don girl's clothing. He thought about
just backing out. But he wanted to make Renee happy, more than
anything else. Because, isn't that what one does when someone
loves another?
He took off his clothing, and drew the white tights up his legs.
He had to admit that they felt kind of nice, imprisoning his
legs tightly and with a shiny sheen. And he noticed that instead
of making his legs feel warm, it was just the opposite; they
made his legs feel cool. The leotard was next; it wasn't hard to
figure out how to don the garment. It was like a pink, one-piece
swimsuit. Much to his chagrin, there was some sewn-in padding to
give the illusion that the wearer had small, pert breasts. On
the front of the leotard was an appliqued wing pattern in
sequins and spangles. It was so feminine!
He saw himself in a full-length mirror, that Renee's mother
obviously used. From the neck down, he looked like a
twelve-year-old girl. It was so humiliating!
He had nothing to do for a few minutes, so he sat on the bed and
looked at his reflection in the mirror...he couldn't believe he
was in this situation.
He almost jumped out of his skin when there was a knock on the
door. "Are you ready, Jimmy?" Renee called from the other side.
"I guess so," he said. The door opened, and the two girls, now
clad in their matching tutus, came in smiling.
"Hey, you look pretty good!" Renee said. "Follow me, and we'll
get you all finished up." Renee took him by the hand, and Emily
took his jeans and t-shirt in her hands.
They crossed into Renee's bedroom, and sat him down at her
vanity. Within a few minutes, they had put him into Melissa's
ballet slippers, clipped a blonde wig onto his head, snapped the
fairy wings into place on the costume, and had him stepping into
the gauzy pink skirt. The last item was the sparkly tiara.
"He looks darling!" Emily said. "This is fun!"
"But there's something missing," Renee said. "I know...you need
a little make-up!" "Make-up?" Jimmy said helplessly.
Renee had already gotten out a blusher, which she applied to his
cheeks, and told him to hold still while she applied some pale
pink lipstick to him.
"There, done and done!" she said. "You look very pretty!"
It wasn't exactly how he wanted to be with Renee, wearing
make-up and dressed in his sister's tutu, but he supposed it was
better than nothing. The two real girls took Jimmy downstairs,
and cued up the Nutcracker suite on the CD player. They showed
Jimmy the basic steps, and started their practice. He'd decided
to do his best, and despite his mortified state, and his
distraction by the presence of the two girls, was soon immersed
in learning the dance.
Perhaps it was their concentration on the dance steps, or
perhaps it was because the music was too loud. But when the
doorbell rang, and a man stepped into the living room a second
later, it'd totally caught all three of them by surprise.
"Oh, my God!" Renee squealed in delight, "Daddy!!!"
He had a few Christmas packages under his arm. It was pretty
obvious why he was here. Jimmy stared at him and swallowed.
Suddenly, he felt very much like a boy in girl's clothes.
Renee went to hug her father. He was a very handsome man, with
dark hair and eyes. He was the kind of man Jimmy wanted to grow
up to be.
"Hi there, glamourpuss!" he said, hugging his daughter lovingly.
Emily grabbed Jimmy by the hand. "Don't worry," she whispered.
"You look fine!"
The hug broke, and her father said, "And who are these two
lovely birds?" Renee looked confused for a moment, but Emily
introduced herself, and said perhaps inspired by the "bird"
comment, "And this is my girlfriend...ah, Robyn! Robyn James, as
a matter of fact."
"Okay, Emily and Robyn James," he said, pointing at each of them
in turn.
"Daddy, I didn't think you were coming until tomorrow!" Renee
said, not accusingly, but so that Jimmy understood that he
wasn't being set up.
"There was a change in plans at work," he explained. "I told
your Mum about it, but she apparently forgot to tell you." He
rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, the more the merrier. I was going to
take you out to lunch, but I guess we'll have to take Emily and
Robyn, too."
Jimmy swallowed.
"And I won't take no for an answer!" he said jovially.
Jimmy was trapped! There was no way to change into his male
clothes and leave without revealing his secret to Renee's
father...and there was no way he'd want to embarrass the girl he
was so devoted to, either.
So, when Bradley Winters suggested the girls go upstairs and
change, Jimmy was forced to join them. While he waited for the
three girls in the living room downstairs, Emily and Renee tried
to re-assure him that everything would turn out fine.
He watched as Renee and Emily donned blouse and skirt
combinations, from Renee's closet. And, much to Jimmy's
distress, they removed the tiara, but not the wig, and ballet
slippers and had him don a pair of white Mary-Janes to replace
them. They removed the built-in bra from Melissa's leotard,
placed the padding into a bra which they strapped Jimmy into. Of
course, he kept the wig firmly in place.
Finally, they had him step into Emily's white floral print
dress. It was a cotton turtleneck, without sleeves. The skirt
was drop-waisted, and fell just below his knees.
"Can't I at least wear slacks?" he protested.
"That wouldn't be a good idea," Renee pointed out. "You don't
really have a girly figure, but this dress will make up for
that. Beside, it's only for a little while, OK?"
She looked at him with those darned pleading eyes again. His
heart skipped a beat.
"Oh, all right," he mumbled helplessly.
"You know, that dress really needs a slip, Renee," Emily pointed
out. So they had him quickly slip into one of Renee's half
slips. Finally, impulsively, she spritzed some perfume on his
bare arms.
"I wish we had time to do your nails," Emily said. "But here,
wear this watch and bracelet. It'll make you a bit more
convincing."
The three all went back downstairs at the same time. Mr.
Winters, still believing Jimmy to be a girl named "Robyn",
complimented all three of them on their prettiness, and escorted
them out to his car.
Jimmy couldn't believe the fix he was in, as he stepped outside
in the bright sunshine, dressed as a girl.
"Follow our lead, Robyn," Renee whispered. "Watch us get into
the car, and do exactly like we do...you're doing fine!"
He watched the girls smooth their skirts under their rumps as
they got into the car. He did the same.
As Mr. Winters started the car, he asked Renee where they'd like
to eat. She said, "Someplace quiet, I suppose."
"How about The Malt Shoppe on 8th Avenue?" he asked. "They have
booths."
"Uh, OK, Daddy," she replied.
"Have you ever been there before, Robyn?" he asked. "I've met
Emily before, but I don't think I've ever met you...are you new
in town?"
"No," Jimmy/Robyn replied.
"You're a quiet girl," he replied. "I can tell. The shy type.
Well, you're certainly pretty enough...you'll have a whole slew
of boyfriends in a year or two."
The Malt Shoppe wasn't very far away, but to Jimmy, it seemed to
take forever to get there. He wished he was invisible as he
followed the group across the parking lot into the restaurant,
his skirt swinging smartly, dancing around his legs
distractingly. How can girls put up with this, he thought. He
felt almost naked from the waist down.
As they approached the entrance, a group of five high school
boys--from Jimmy's school, no less!--were exiting. He recognized
all of them. And his heart sank, beating fit to burst. There was
no way he could pull this masquerade off!
"Hi, Renee," it was Greg Brough, a guy who Jimmy knew had a
thing for Renee, not that he could blame him. "How are you
doin'?" "Oh, fine," she said. "Just having some lunch with Dad
and some girlfriends."
"Hi, Emily," Warren Shore smiled. He was in Jimmy's shop class
last year. He was positive that he'd recognize him. But he
didn't give any indication of it, when he asked Emily, "Who's
the new girl?"
"Oh, that's Miss Robyn James," said Mr. Winters helpfully.
"She's from around here. She's in Renee's ballet class!"
"That's neat," he said. The rest of the boys weren't too
interested, and urged Warren and Greg to follow them.
"She looks very nice in a tutu, too," Mr. Winters said. "You can
see her in The Nutcracker this Christmas, right Robyn?"
"Oh, yes," Jimmy said.
"Well, I gotta go," he said. "See you around, sometime, huh?"
"Uh, sure," he replied awkwardly.
Once they were in the restaurant, but before they were seated,
Renee told her father that she needed to go to the Ladies Room;
she looked significantly at Jimmy and nodded in that direction.
Jimmy said, "Now that you mention it, I think I need to use it,
too."
"We'll be right back," Renee said, and led "Robyn" into the
Ladies Room. She made sure the coast was clear, and apologized
profusely to the cross-dressed boy.
"How am I going to get out of this?" he protested. "My clothes
are still in your bedroom, and it's only a matter of time before
my Mom starts wondering where I am! I can't have her seeing me
like this!"
"I know, I know!" Renee said. "But so far, you're doing just
fine. And you've been kind of brave, to go along with all this."
She looked both ways, and then did something Jimmy had never
expected. She took his head in her hands, and kissed him on the
mouth.
Jimmy was stunned! For a brief moment, he didn't regret his
circumstances.
"Look, we'll come up with something! I promise!"
She lead Robyn back to the booth.
"That boy liked you, you know," Mr. Winters told "her" as they
sat down. "You really don't need to be so shy!"
"She can't help it, Daddy," Renee said. "She's just fine the way
she is."
"I'm just saying..."
The waiter had come up, and took their order. Jimmy wasn't
exactly hungry, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to
eat anything, so he just ordered a Coke. "I'm just not that
hungry," he said lamely. "Maybe I'm coming down with something,
like my sister."
"You have a sister?" Mr. Winters asked.
"Yes...uh, Wendy," Emily interjected, lying on the fly. "She's
been out with the flu for a while...I hope you're not coming
down with it." She reached under the table, and grasped
"Robyn's" knee encouragingly.
It was an odd sensation, to say the least, having a hand on his
knee, under a dress and slip. While the waiter took their order,
Emily took the opportunity to whisper in his ear, "I doubt my
parents are home. I'll take you to my place, and you can borrow
some of my brother Alan's clothes and go home."
I wasn't a bad solution. Maybe, just maybe, his mother wouldn't
notice that he'd changed clothes while he was out, or maybe he
could sneak in without her noticing in the first place. It was
better than nothing, and got him out of his embarrassing
predicament.
"Robyn" tried to keep quiet through the lunch. Emily introduced
the idea that the three girls would like to be dropped off at
her house, and Mr. Winters agreed to the proposition.
The lunch really only took a half hour, but to poor Jimmy, it
seemed to take forever and a day. Renee tried to keep her
father's attention away from the cross-dressed young boy, and
she did a pretty decent job of it, too.
Finally, they were on their way to Emily's place, which was
actually an apartment in a large building, with people coming
and going constantly. But, there was nothing for it; "Robyn" was
convincing enough in Emily's pretty cotton dress, and no one
seemed to realize that "she" wasn't what "she" seemed to be.
Renee hugged her Dad, and said goodbye, and Mr. Winters told
"Robyn" that it was a pleasure meeting her.
"Likewise, I'm sure," Jimmy replied. God, he was hoping this
horrible masquerade would be over soon.
On their way up to Emily's apartment, they ran into a group of
girls in the hallway; again, they were from Jimmy's
school...Britney, Allison and Laura. He prayed the girls
wouldn't recognize him. "Hi, Emily...Hi, Renee!" they said as
they passed. Jimmy tried to look invisible.
The girls almost passed them, and then, to Jimmy's horror,
Britney Williams giggled and shrieked in delight!
"Jimmy Jameson!" she squeaked. "That's Jimmy Jameson! In a
dress!!!"
"Oh, God," he thought, feeling dizzy. He was SO busted. And so
close to actually getting away with it!
Suddenly the three other girls surrounded him...
"That can't be Jimmy!" one of them said.
"Hey, leave him alone," Emily protested, and then realized that
she'd only confirmed Britney's suspicion.
"Well, well, well!" said Allison merrily. "Jimmy Jameson, all
dressed up like a girl!"
"That's an awful cute dress, Jimmy darling!" said another.
"Look, he's wearing make-up! And perfume, by the smell of it!"
Suddenly, a flash went off. It was from Britney's digital
camera, which she'd taken out of her purse. Jimmy was doomed!
Soon, it would be all over the school that he was a sissy boy
who liked wearing dresses!!!
He wished the world would just open up and swallow him whole.
That was only the beginning. Renee and Emily tried to persuade
the girls to get rid of the digital images of Jimmy Jameson in
drag, but they wouldn't hear of it. In the coming weeks and
months, they had Jimmy doing their homework, and waiting on them
hand and foot.
Worse still, they conspired to get Jimmy cross-dressed again and
again as "Miss Robyn James". It was only a matter of time before
his mother realized Jimmy's new "hobby", though she didn't let
on for months. She believed that Jimmy really was a cross-
dresser, and that his protestations that girls at school were
forcing him to do it was part of an elaborate scheme of denial.
Jimmy went to see a therapist, who saw things the same way.
Finally, he just admitted to the therapist, and to his mother,
and later to his sister, that he just liked dressing up like a
girl, even though it wasn't really true. It just seemed like the
path of least resistance.
Which is how Jimmy wound up with a closet full of feminine
clothing throughout his high school years. His mother and
sister, believing that it was for his own good that he accept
his "desires", insisted on dressing him up in skirts and dresses
and make-up from time to time.
And eventually, of course, Jimmy came to enjoy being "Robyn"
from time to time.
But that's a different story.
The End
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