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Girls At Heart
By Silly Sissy Sarah
-Sarah's words-
Just a little story about how a father and son can relate to each other
without going the macho way... Please enjoy the story.
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One a.m., I was applying my new Revlon lipstick on my puckered lips
when I heard a loud crash coming from my daughter's room. A fatal
scream immediately followed. Without hesitations, my nylon-clad feet
carried me hurriedly to the source of disruption.
I opened the door and saw my seven years old son sat dazedly on the
carpeted floor, which was littered with clothes spilled out of a huge
cardboard box and a toppled chair. Apparently, it looked to me that he
fell down from the chair while he was retrieving that box of clothes
from the top of the cupboard. But something else caught my attention;
he was wearing a nightie!
"Henry, are you all right?" I said, rubbing the quick-swelling bump on
his forehead.
He wailed badly, "Daddy, I'm sorry! I don't mean to wear Janice's
clothes! I promise I won't do it again! Um, Daddy?"
My son looked up at me with his teary eyes in bewilderment. He blinked
twice and stared at me again. He asked, "Daddy, um... why are wearing
Mommy's underwear?"
"Silly boy! These are MY clothes, not your mommy's. We'll talk later
after we get you treated, okay?"
Henry nodded timidly as he made another sniff. I asked him to wait in
the kitchen while I put on my satin woman robe in my bedroom. To be
honest, I was pretty panicky inside. It wasn't such a great feeling
when your son discovered about your special hobby.
Anyway, I decided to put on my best womanly manners while I'm still in
en-femme mode. Peeking behind the corner, I saw Henry sat on the tall
stool and dangled his dainty feet idly. He looked so much like a little
girl with his long shoulder length hair. It became understandable why
he always refuses to cut his hair short when my wife wants him to have
a more boyish hairstyle.
"Hi, sweetie. Does it still hurt as much?" I asked in my well-practiced
female voice as I flounced into his sight. He sat up, shaking his head
furiously. I checked the lump again, which appeared bigger than before.
It definitely needed some medical attention. Henry squirmed slightly
when I began to smoothen the swelling with an icepack wrapped in a
towel.
"Care to tell me what you're doing in Janice's room in the middle of
the night?"
There was a guilty look on his girlish face. His hands mopped
uncomfortably at the fabric covering his thighs. He mumbled, "I ... I
was trying to save those clothes, Daddy."
"Save those clothes?"
Henry explained, "Uh huh, Daddy. Janice said they're old and washed-
out. She didn't want them anymore and she's giving them away, so I
decided to save them..."
"... For yourself?" I asked.
My little boy nodded bashfully. He stole a peek at my cream-coloured
chemise's plunging neckline, which revealed a little of my false
boobies. His eyes averted quickly when he noticed my I-know-you-are-
staring expression.
"But that didn't explain the nightie you're wearing, sweetie."
"Um... I..." stuttered Henry.
"You like the nightie, don't you? Sweetheart?"
He shook his head prudently.
I cocked my pencil-drawn eyebrow and remarked, "Sweetie, do you
remember what happens to Pinocchio's nose when he tells a lie?"
"It grows longer?" quizzed Henry uneasily.
"Uh huh, his nose grew as long as an ugly witch's. Can you imagine if
your cute little button nose becomes that long and hideous?"
His hand flew to his nose in panic, checking for any abnormal growth.
There's a sigh of relief on his face when he was assured that his nose
remained very much the same size as before.
I asked again. "So, you like to wear this nightie?"
Henry admitted shyly, "Yes, Daddy. I like my nightie very much. It's so
nice and pretty. I wish I can wear it every night."
I noted his reference, 'my nightie'. I probed, "So, where did you get
this nice and pretty nightie from? It looks pretty worn-out."
"It's Janice's old nightie. Mommy misplaced it in my cupboard and
Janice forgot about it too."
"Oh I see."
I'm glad that he hasn't been snooping around his sister's closet. I
used to do that a lot when I was his age. Somehow, it doesn't feel
appropriate after I became a parent. I stopped rubbing on the bump as
the swelling had went down.
"Are you hungry, sweetie?" I asked as I felt my stomach rumbled
faintly. Henry nodded firmly, rubbing his tummy.
For dinner, Henry and I only ate a couple of light sandwiches I made.
My wife and daughter left for a school event in the late afternoon.
It's some kind of some mother-daughter bonding trip. They won't be back
for the next three days.
I warmed a pitcher of milk to go with some Oreos I found in the pantry.
Henry gulped down his glass of milk hungrily. A layer of milk residue
stained above his lips when he emptied the entire glass. Gosh, he must
be really famished!
"Can I have some more, Daddy?"
He looked so cute and precious, in a girlish way. I chuckled, "Sure,
sweetie. But wipe away that moustache first. Girls don't have
moustache, you know."
"You think I'm a girl, Daddy?"
"Well... I think you're a beautiful girl, sweetie."
"Gee, thank you."
Henry looked away coyly before fluttering his long eyelashes. 'Am I
raising two girls?' I began to wonder about it.
"Sweetie, do you want to be a girl?"
"Um, kinda... sometimes I wanna dress in pretty dresses like a girl.
But sometimes, I wanna be a boy and play ball with my friends."
"I see. But what if there's only one choice? You can only be a boy or a
girl?" I asked, refilling his glass with milk.
"Well... In that case, I want to be a girl!" he giggled. "Boys can't do
kissy-kissy with boys."
"What?! What do you mean by that?"
"Daddy! It's not fair! You kept asking me so many questions!" Henry
sulked. Actually, he's pouting like a spoiled little girl.
I was perturbed by that 'kissy-kissy' thingy he mentioned.
Exasperatingly, I said, "Sweetie, what do you want me to do?"
"I have questions for Daddy too!"
It's clear to me, what my son is going to ask about. Henry never sees
his father struts around in feminine finery before. It's definitely a
shock to him that his daddy is a crossdresser. But his expression told
me he was more eager than shock. Oh well, I had a plan to milk
everything out of him before he can interrogate me.
"Sweetie, why don't we play a little game? It's called 'Truth or
Dare?'."
"Huh? What's 'Truth or Dare'?"
"Well, when Daddy ask you 'Truth or Dare?', you must answer either
'Truth' or 'Dare'. If you chose 'Truth', Daddy will ask a question and
you must answer honestly. No lying is allowed."
Henry stroked his nose cautiously and replied, "No lying."
"If you chose 'Dare', Daddy will ask you to do something and you will
do as told."
"But Daddy, don't I get to ask you 'Truth or Dare'?"
"Of course, you can. We will each have a turn to ask 'Truth or Dare'.
But Daddy's going roll the ball first, okay?"
He pouted, "Aw... Okay, Daddy."
"Here I go, Truth or Dare?"
"Um, Truth..."
"Have you been 'kissy-kissy' with boys?"
"Daddy! You're so bad! Can I not answer this one?" Henry blushed.
I declined firmly, "No, sweetie."
"Oh, all right. Yes, but just one. I don't kiss-kiss with just anyone,
Daddy!"
Oh Jesus! My seven years old son started kissing already! With another
boy!
"Who's the boy...?"
"Daddy! It's my turn now," Henry interrupted.
"Um, okay..."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Daddy, why are you wearing girl clothes too?"
"Well, um... I like to wear my girl clothes once in a while. It makes
me relax and happy when I pretend I'm a girl."
"Oh, Daddy! I feel the way as you do! I'm happy too when I imagine I'm
girl."
Like son, like father? Or rather, like father, like son? There's a
funny idea popped up in my mind. Is crossdressing inheritable? I
decided to leave it. It wasn't as important as Henry's intimate
relationship with another boy.
"Truth or Dare?" I asked.
"Well, truth then."
"Who is that boy you kissed? Do I know him?"
"Daddy, that's two questions."
"All right then, just answer the first one."
Henry replied, "He's Cliff. He's my best best friend."
"Hold on, sweetie! He's that boy who often comes to our house, right?"
"Oh, you remember him. Yeah, that's him! Truth or Dare?"
"I choose Dare."
"Um, okay. In that case... Can I touch your breasts, Daddy?"
"What?! Why would you want to touch them?"
"Well, Mommy said only girls can have breasts when they grow up... But
Daddy has breasts too, like Mommy!"
My face turned a deep shade of red. Why do kids always ask such awkward
questions? I explained, "These are not real, sweetie. They're glue-on
silicon breast forms."
"But they look so real, like Mommy's! Are you sure they're fake,
Daddy?" he doubted, staring hard at my jiggles from various different
angles.
I sighed smilingly at my curious son. Gently, I held his small hand and
pressed it against my breast. In a slow motion, I guided his fingertip
along the edges of the breast form.
"See, sweetie. These are the end lines of my breasts."
"Wow! But they feel so soft and warm."
"I know, sweetie."
"Daddy, can boys grow breasts?"
Another tongue-tied question again. I said, "Well, boys can't grow
breasts naturally as girls do. But..."
"But?" His wide eyes were filled with hopes and wishes.
"But boys CAN have breasts if there's a doctor to help them along."
"Wow! You mean doctors can really do that?"
"Yes, sweetie." I answered frankly.
Henry made another 'Wow' expression silently and was rather pleased to
hear the news.
"Well, it's my turn now. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth!" he replied, doing that twist, licks and dunks the Oreo thing
exactly the same way as the recent American advertisement had
demonstrated.
"Does Cliff know that you like to be a girl sometimes?"
"Uh huh. I told him when he asked me if I like to be his girlfriend."
"His girlfriend?! And ... you want to be his girlfriend?"
"Daddy! You are so bad! Well, yeah. I sort of agreed."
My inner thoughts screamed repeatedly, 'Oh My God! My son is already
attached, as someone else's girlfriend! Oh My God! Oh My God!' Now, I'm
a little scared of unearthing stuff that I don't think I can handle
anymore. Gosh, my little Henry has gone further down the girl path than
I have realized.
"Well, um ... Do you like him?"
"Daddy! Stop asking these embarrassing stuff already!" he giggled.
With dreamy eyes, he said, "Well, Cliff is very nice to me. And he's
sooo cute! All the girls in my class want to get close to him, but he
didn't like them at all. He said he likes me a lot more than those
girls. And best of all, he always stood up for me when I got bullied."
"You are being bullied at school?"
"Uh huh. There's this guy called Rick who always called me 'fruitcake'
or 'fairy'. I didn't mind about it. Fruitcake is delicious and as for
fairy, I always wanted to be a fairy. You know, fairy has magical
powers. But Cliff doesn't like those names and scolded Rick for me.
Rick never calls me names again after that. And Cliff said that I'm not
a fruitcake or fairy and should never allows anyone to call me that."
Damn that Rick kid! I would give him a piece of mind myself if I was
there. Lucky for Henry, there's at least one nice guy who can protect
him from jerks like Rick. I reminded myself to reward Cliff when he
comes around next time.
Recalling my teenage years, I used to be bullied and pushed around by
those bigger guys. Nicknames like pretty boy, sissy, faggot were stuck
with me throughout my college days.
My womanish face and scrawny figure were the reasons why I'm always the
punching bag for straight homophobia guys. It seemed that my very
existence would make them a lesser man. Through bullying a weak sissy
like me, they could achieve a higher male status among their peers.
My good friends were all girls. Being with them, I was protected from
those guys. Those pigs wouldn't want to get into their bad books. The
girls considered me as one of them and even gave me a girl name. Well,
that's enough said about my life.
"That's so nice of Cliff, protecting you like a gentleman."
"Yeah, he's very nice. He even got one of his sister's old dresses for
me."
"He did?"
"Uh huh. He said I should dress up more as girl since I'm his
girlfriend now."
"So, um... did you and Cliff do anything more than kissy-kissy?"
"Well, we usually have lunch together, chitchatting and," he giggled,
covering his mouth with a petite hand.
"And what?"
"We hold hands!"
"That's all?"
"Yeah, Daddy."
His answer set my mind at ease. It's only puppy love, pure, innocent
and silly at times. We always remember them as our first love when we
look back.
"Sweetie, do you have a girl name when you're a girl?"
"Yeah, Daddy. Cliff and I agreed on Stacy. He said Stacy is a good name
and I thought so too."
"Stacy? That's nice. Sounds a bit foxy though," I mumbled.
"Daddy, do you have a girl name too?"
"Stacy honey, I'm Diana."
Henry jumped down from his chair. He held out his hand and said, "I'm
Stacy. Please to meet you."
I chuckled lightly and shook her hand with my well-manicured hand. I
replied laughingly, "I'm Diana. And I'm please to meet you too."
The moment was so amusing! Stacy and I had a long giggling spasm
together. Stacy sat on my lap and settled her pretty head on my
breasts. She looked up and said, "Daddy, can you be my Mommy?"
"But you already have a mommy, sweetie."
"No, she always wants me to do boys' stuff. I want a special mommy who
loves me as a girl. I want you to be my special mommy."
"Aw, sweetie..."
"Daddy, why are you crying? Did I make you angry?"
The tears were choking me with a strong wave of maternal emotions. I
never dreamed I could be a mother for my children. It was so touching,
and hit straight into the deepest part of my heart. I hugged my little
girl tightly and shook my head to tell her that I wasn't angry at all.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't cry anymore," Stacy apologized. Her
voice cracked a little and tears welled in her eyes.
"No, sweetie. I'm not angry. Mommy is just too happy to have a daughter
like you."
"Huh? Mommy?"
"Well, I'm your special Mommy now. And you're my special daughter,
Stacy."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"No lying?"
"Did my nose grow as long as a witch's?"
"No, Mommy. So, it's real!" She gave me a ribcage-breaking hug in
ecstasy.
"Not so tight, sweetie. Mommy can't breath, you know."
She giggled, "Sorry, Mommy. But I'm so happy."
I tapped her cute nose and said, "I can tell, Stacy."
For a long time, Stacy stared curiously at my features. She appeared as
she had something to say, but was hesitating to spill it out. I asked,
"Is there something on my face?"
"No, Mommy. But..."
"Well?" I probed.
"I think you look prettier than my real mommy."
I blushed furiously, "Oh, thank you."
Please don't think that my wife is an ugly woman. She's beautiful, but
she doesn't like dressing up as much as I do. You can try letting her
choose between a dress and a pair of trousers. Most probably, she'll
pick the trousers on any day. My wife has a penchant for softer men,
those Sensitive New Age Guys. I'm everything that she's looking for in
a man, soft, submissive and sensitive to her needs. No doubt, she wooed
me strongly. I was won over by her wits and slightly mannish charms.
It's time to get back to my girltalk with my new daughter.
"Is your hair real, Mommy? It isn't this long when we had dinner just
now?" she asked, playing with the hair tips of my red wig.
"It's a wig, sweetie. Mommy likes to have long hair when Mommy is a
girl."
"Oh, I like long hair too. Cliff said I'm prettier with long hair."
"Uh huh, I think he's right. Your hair is so soft and silky, sweetie.
It makes Mommy so envy of you!"
"Mommy, why do you sound so different? Since just now, your voice sound
like a girl."
"Really? Well, Mommy practiced it for a very time. Mommy doesn't like
to speak like a man when in girl mode. It doesn't quite match my
appearance."
"See?" I grunted, lowering two notes down in my pitch.
She cringed, "Ew, Mommy! That sounded horrible! I don't want Mommy to
speak like that again."
"All right, sweetie." I replied, using my female voice.
Little Stacy yawned sleepily, stretched her arms in the air. I stated,
"Well, it's very late now. Time to go to bed, sweetie."
"Okay, Mommy."
She slid down lazily from my numbing legs.
"Mommy, are we still playing the 'Truth or Dare' game?"
"You want to play again? Okay, sweetie. But just one question."
"Truth or Dare? Please choose Dare, Mommy!"
"All right, sweetie. Dare it is, as you wished."
"Read me a story, Mommy."
"But it's so late and you're sleepy, sweetie."
"Please, Mommy! Just one story! Okay, Mommy?" she pleaded pitifully.
"All right, you win. Power Rangers or Pokemon?"
"No, I don't want to hear those yucky stories anymore. That Mommy
always read them to me. I'm sick of them!"
"Then which story you want this Mommy to read?"
"I want you to read me one of Janice's Barbie storybooks. Like Barbie
as Rapunzel or Barbie of Swan Lake."
I teased, "So, you want to be a princess like them?"
"Mommy!" retorted a blushing Stacy quickly.
"All right, all right. Go to your sister's room to pick a book. Wait
for me in your room, sweetie. Mommy needs to clear the table first."
My little princess nodded obediently and dashed away from my sight.
Having done my chores, I went into Stacy's bedroom quietly. Not quite
as I expected, she's still fully awake and was beaming when she saw me.
"Hello, Mommy."
"Hi, sweetie. Still waiting for me?"
"Uh huh," she nodded dutifully and passed the perfumed storybook to me.
It was Barbie of Swan Lake. There's a picture of Barbie as Odette on
the thick cover. She wore an ornate, corseted bodice along with a
matching jewelled choker. There are several sheer layers of skirt
flared out beautifully at her impossibly slim waist. Her gown was
complimented with a shinning purple tiara set on her lovely curls. The
forty-six years old doll looks like she's barely over twenty.
"Okay, sweetie. I'm going to read it. You ready?" I said, pitching
myself at the edge of her bed. She snuggled under the soft folds of the
blanket. I read, "Once upon a time..."
"Mommy, wait!" she interrupted.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Can I keep Janice's old clothes? Those in the box."
"Well..." I pondered carefully. "No, sweetie. Those clothes are meant
for the less fortunate people. There're girls or who knows, boys need
them more than you do."
Stacy looked dejected. She forced a smile on her sad face and said, "Oh
well, I guess I will give them to those children. At least, I have my
special Mommy with me."
"Aw, sweetie." I sighed smilingly. "You know what? Mommy is going to
take you for shopping tomorrow."
"You mean shopping for girl's stuff? Blouses, skirts and dresses?"
"Uh huh. Can't have my beautiful daughter sleep in an old, tattered
nightie for the next two nights, can I?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed, jumping wildly on the bed.
"Calm down and get into the bed, sweetie. Or Mommy won't read you the
story."
"Yes, Mommy!"
She quickly lay down and pulled up her blanket. The excitement in her
eyes never left though. I read the story to her and slowly, her eyelids
began to drop heavily.
"... And so, Odette and Prince Daniel lived happily ever after. The
End." I whispered as she slept soundly. Brushing my hair aside, I
leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Good Night, my little princess. Sleep tight."
-The End-
[PS. I just can't stop writing soapy and sappy stories at the moment!
You can expect more to roll off my shelf.]
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