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He Should Have Played Ball - Part 4
Erica Kennel
Chris sat in the minivan stunned at the site of his sister. She looked
completely like a rough and tumble boy. He had always thought of her as
a tomboy before, had even tried to tease her with it when she picked on
him. Seeing her like this, though, was different. So dirty, and with a
snarling defiance on her face and blood on her knee. She looked as if
she belonged in the role of boy, not just showing it off clumsily to
rebel against her mom's insistence on wearing a dress. He couldn't help
but feel awe at the sight of her. What he planned on working so hard to
become she was growing into naturally.
As his mom jumped out of the van and took his sister Molly by the arm,
the other girls watched the scene with hushed stares. Chris grew
increasingly self-conscious, knew the moment he recognized her that the
boyish toughness she was displaying contrasted with the girlish
softness he had shown all day. He hoped the girls would not say
anything, and felt ready to burst into sissyish tears at his
predicament.
They could not hear what she was saying, but it was clear that Chris'
mom was scolding Molly harshly. After a minute, Staci spoke up.
"What a little brat. Look at her, she is a mess. No way she can be
fitted today."
Lisa said, "I can't believe that is Molly, she looks like such a guy."
"I know," Christi added, "I thought she was, like, totally a guy until
your mom yelled at her."
Staci looked at Chris and said, "Why can't she be more like you Chris?
You are such an angel and Molly is a terror. I know that is what mom
thinks, too."
Chris blushed at his sister's intended compliment and felt that no boy
- certainly not Johnny - would let himself be called an angel. He said,
"Not really, mom gets mad at me a lot, she wants me not to get dirty
and stuff but I do anyway."
Staci laughed, "Chrissy, I have never seen you dirty. And don't tell me
you don't always do exactly what mom says." Staci then looked at Lisa
and Christi, "It's terrible, mom always says, why can't you be more
like Chris, he is such sweetie. I know Molly hears it all the time,
too."
The other girls laughed. Lisa added, "For us it was the other way.
Christi was daddy's little girl and mommy's little dress-up doll and
Darryl was the hellion. But they let him get away with it, which
sucked. They always said boys will be boys." Darryl was Christi and
Lisa's brother and had just joined the marines over the summer.
A particularly loud shout from Molly interrupted the talk for a moment
and then Lisa added wryly, "but in your family it looks like girls will
be boys."
Christi looked at Chris and asked in a mocking voice, "Does that mean
that the boys will be girls?"
Chris was angry at the question. Didn't they know how all this girly
talk made him feel? Why were they doing to this to him? He felt the
embarrassments and humiliation of the day build up in him and he
stamped his foot and yelled out "I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a
dumb girl!"
Chris' mom stepped in. "Girls, please. I have got enough on my mind
without you teasing Chris. I am glad he is not like Molly. Did you see
her today? What are we going to do about her dress? Chris, boys can be
sweet and respectful like you. I don't want you to ever to be like that
Molly. She would rather play ball and get all dirty than try on
dresses. What kind of girl is that? No, Chris, don't ever feel bad for
being you."
Chris wasn't sure what to say? Was she saying she didn't want him to be
boyish? That he liked trying on dresses. Oh, why didn't he just play
ball today?
The girls quieted down and talked and giggled about other things the
rest of the way to the shop. Finally, they pulled up to a store called
"Princess for a Day." Chris was relieved as he got out of the van.
Finally, he could go off and be by himself. The girls filed out after
him, excitedly squealing and giggling. Chris hung back as they headed
in and examined the store. It looked big, and had a large window with
many displays in it. Each display was of a different wedding scene.
There were several of brides in their gowns sitting or standing. There
were several of bridesmaids standing in a row and even a few of what
Chris guessed were supposed to be flower girls in very girlish and
poofy dresses. He couldn't help but think that the dresses looked
pretty. It must be a nice store, he thought.
Looking around more, he started to feel uneasy. The store was not
connected to a mall and he didn't see any displays of boys clothing. Oh
well, they had to have some, and that is where he would go and hang
out.
"Chris, come on!" His mom was yelling for him. "Don't stand there
gawking at the dresses, there are more in here if you want to look at
some."
Chris blushed and said, "I wasn't looking at..." His mom had already
ducked inside to follow the gaggle of girls before he could finish his
explanation.
Chris dutifully followed and went through the big glass doors into the
salon. He could not believe his eyes. The store was huge, with rows and
rows of dresses everywhere he looked and in all colors. He almost
fainted as he saw the billowing skirts of wedding dresses on one side
of the wall, cute flower girl dresses in front of him, and multicolored
bridesmaid dresses along another. He was so light-headed that a woman
grabbed his arm to steady him.
"Hello young man," she said, "can I help you with something? We don't
get many boys in here." Chris looked up and saw a pretty older later
dressed in a blue skirt and white blouse. Chris tried to regain his
cool. What would Johnny do?
"I am with them. Uh, my sister is getting married." was all Chris could
manage and pointed to his sister's group beginning to congregate around
what looked to Chris like a raised platform of some kind.
"Oh yes, the Martin group. The bride has picked out gorgeous colors.
Well, are you here to watch them try on their dresses?"
Chris tried to explain, "Well, I" but the saleslady cut him off.
"That sure is nice of a brother to do. Most boys wouldn't be caught
dead around such girly things. You must be very mature."
Chris gave up and asked, "Miss, do you have a boy's section?"
The sales lady laughed. "Well, only if boys like to wear pretty
dresses." With that she was called to the desk and Chris was left
standing alone. He felt as if the whole store was looking at him. He
felt so out of place. He looked around and did not see any other boys
there. Everywhere were girls primping and preening in front of mirrors
and swishing around excitedly in their dresses. Oh, how he wanted to
run again!
He started to wander around, looking for the bathroom where he thought
he might be able to hide for a while. Girls would look at him for a
moment and give a look of wary; as if he was invading their territory.
However, he didn't look like much of a threat and they would quickly
resume what they were doing. Chris generally made his way to the back
of the store. He was looking at all the dresses as he went. There were
just so many! He wished he could have been alone to study some of them
as they really looked very pretty. Guys like girls in pretty dresses so
he thought that he only had to imagine girls in the dresses he liked to
make it ok for a boy. And the girls in the store were very pretty, too.
So he could stare at them as they tried on their dresses. Maybe this
wasn't so bad after all, Chris thought. I bet lots of guys so would be
envious of my situation. Maybe Johnny will even be impressed if I tell
him I got to spend an afternoon in a bridal shop.
With his new thoughts, Chris slowed down and examined the dresses more
carefully. He decided he definitely liked the fuller skirted wedding
dresses. They were just much prettier and seemed more appropriate for a
wedding. He would occasionally let his hand brush against a skirt and
he would tingle all over as he felt the cool rustle of the skirts
against his hand.
After turning one corner on a long row of dresses Chris stopped. In the
middle of the next row, tucked in the back of a store, was a mannequin
dressed in what Chris immediately thought was the most beautiful thing
he had ever seen. He let out a small exhale as he examined the heavenly
creation. A white silk satin strapless gown with a full, tulle ballgown
skirt was in front of him. It was just the most, the most, Chris could
not find the words for it! He was swooning in the presence of the
dress.
"It is sooo gorgeous, isn't it?" A voice came from behind.
Chris immediately gushed. "Oh yes, it sooo pretty. I just love it! That
will be the luckiest bride in the world!"
The voice behind him giggled and Chris again realized too late he had
sounded like such a girly sissy. What would Johnny think of him now?
What would his dad think of his getting so excited over a wedding
dress? He turned, expecting to be teased, but instead saw the smiling
face of a teenage boy, probably a couple years older than himself. The
boy, not much taller than Chris, said: "I think this just might be my
favorite dress in the whole store, too. But it's so hard with so many
great dresses!"
Chris was astonished. He had not expected to see another boy here. The
boy held out his hand, "Hi, I am Sean." Chris saw his name on a tag on
his shirt and the name of the store.
Chris took his hand, "I am Chris."
"Well Chris, it is nice to meet you."
Chris' feeling of embarrassment left and he felt comfortable with the
other boy. He must be a stockboy or something, Chris thought. "It is
nice to meet you, too."
Sean asked, "Could you help me out for a minute. I promise, it will be
fun!"
Chris was glad to have something to do. Probably needed him to help
carry some boxes or something. "Sure."
Chris followed the boy through a set of doors into what looked like the
stock room. He could see dresses of all sorts hanging on racks,
mannequins in different positions, and tables full of petticoats. Chris
and Sean made their way to a huge shelf filled with hundreds of pairs
of white high heels in all styles. Chris felt excited anew, he loved
looking at girls' high heels, and he was fascinated how they must feel
on their feet.
Sean spun around and said, "OK, here is my dilemma, I need to find the
perfect heels for the dress you just fell in love with. It is going
into the window and it just has to be perfect!" Chris looked puzzled.
Sean recognized his confusion and said: "Sorry, sometimes I am such a
ditz! I work here and my job is to do the window displays. And I am
totally blocking on the shoes for that dress. So, I wanted your take on
it."
Chris was amazed. Here was a boy who not only worked in a bridal salon
but also worked with dresses. And he didn't seem embarrassed about it
at all. Chris bet he was very popular with girls because he knew about
stuff like that. Chris thought about the dress, and then examined the
pretty shoes in front of him.
Chris said, "Well, I think the those strappy heels there would look
really good with that dress." Chris knew styles from watching his soap
operas and secretly reading his mom's fashion magazines.
Sean, scrunched up his face. "Yes, I agree. I am thinking of a formal
patio wedding, maybe June-ish. Yes, those heels are perfect! Thank you.
Now grab them and I will let you put them on the mannequin."
Chris grabbed the sexy shoes and the pair of excited boys went back out
into the store to the dress. Sean lifted up the voluminous skirts and
Chris slowly approached. Holding the heels and being so close to the
dress made him have all the wonderfully tingly feelings again. He knew
he should not be so excited to be close to a dress, but just couldn't
help it. Sean saw the younger boy pause, and understood. He said, "Its
okay Chris, it is just us." Chris slowly got down on his knees and got
under the skirts held up by Sean. Slowly, being very careful, he
slipped the high heels on the plastic feet of the mannequin. The
feeling of the skirts and pettis on Chris' neck made him shudder with
pleasure. He felt like he was inside a wonderful girlish cloud.
"Good job, you're a natural." Sean broke his revelry and helped him
back up.
Chris looked longingly back at the dress and then to Sean, asking,
"Sean, do you ever get teased for liking pretty dresses?"
Sean looked serious, "Yes, Chris. I have always liked girls' clothes.
When I was little I would watch all the girls in school and enjoy the
pretty skirts and dresses they would wear. I would talk to them about
it and they would tease me. I was never very interested in boys'
things, and they would tease me and call me a sissy, too. I would try
to play football and be rough but I couldn't. I would usually get hurt
and cry which made things even worse. So I would usually be by myself
or sometimes, very special times, the girls would let play with them.
That was the most fun, we would play house, or dress up dolls in pretty
clothes, or even talk about clothes."
Chris wished he could experience those things. "Why can't boys do girl
things? My sister is girl and plays with the boys and isn't teased by
the boys. And girls can even wear boy things but I could never..."
Chris' voice tailed off as he looked at the dress.
Sean answered, "I don't know Chris, but when boys do girl things they
are called a sissy or even gay. It is just the way it is, I guess. But
you're are right, girls can wear pants but if you or I ever wore a
skirt or a dress, we would be teased. It isn't fair."
Chris blurted out, "And skirts and dresses are so much prettier!"
Sean agreed, "I know, look at all these gorgeous dresses, how lucky a
girl would feel to be able to try on all these dresses to pick a
special one to wear to her wedding."
Chris looked dreamily, "Yes, my cousin is getting married, she must be
the luckiest person in the whole world."
Sean asked Chris, "Want to hear a secret?" Chris nodded.
Sean went on, "Well, sometimes, when nobody is here, I try on the
dresses."
Chris couldn't believe it, "You dress up in wedding dresses. But you
are a boy. Is it fun? How does it feel?" Chris was amazed and very
excited.
Sean gushed, "It is absolutely wonderful. It feels, well, I just can't
describe it. And there is something about knowing that I am a boy
wearing a pretty dress that makes it even more fun!"
Chris was very excited thinking about Sean trying on wedding dresses;
he wished he could watch him while he did. Chris asked though, "Does
that make us, I mean you, a sissy?"
Sean looked serious. "Well, Chris, I am a boy who loves pretty dresses.
I even love to dress up in girls' clothes and put on make-up and do
girly things. So I guess I am a sissy. But you know what? I don't care.
It is who I am. So if I am a sissy, I will be the best sissy I can be."
Sean broke into a broad smile.
Chris smiled back. They spent the next few minutes fussing over the
dress, discussing their favorite styles, what veils and shoes they
liked, and generally enjoying each other's company.
While Chris was helping put another dress on a mannequin, his mom
popped around a corner. "Chris, what are you doing?" Chris was
embarrassed again; there he was holding a beautiful wedding dress in
front of him, waiting to help Sean place it over the head of a
mannequin.
Sean piped in, "Hi, I'm Sean. Chris is helping me dress some of the
mannequins."
Chris' mom looked puzzled but said, "Chris, put your dress down and
come back up front." She then turned and left.
Chris cringed when he heard "your dress."
Chris looked toward Sean with sadness, and said, "Well, I guess I have
to go."
"Thank you so much for helping me." Sean said sweetly. "Listen, if you
ever want a job here, or just want to help me out, I think I could
arrange it."
Chris looked really excited, "Really? I would love that. Maybe I could
help out after school or something?"
Sean looked excited, too. "That would be great, just stop by anytime."
Sean moved toward Chris, and the two boys hugged.
"Bye."
Chris felt really good as he walked to the front of the store. He
wondered if he would have the courage to come back and help Sean. He
thought it would be hard to tell his dad he wanted to work in a bridal
shop, but looking around at all the dresses, he wondered how he could
stay away.
Before he reached all the girls at the front of the store, he saw his
mom. She was waiting for him and waived for him to come to her.
"Chris, I have to ask you for a really big favor?"
Chris loved his mom with all his heart and could not imagine not
helping her with anything so he said, "Sure, mom, anything."
"Well, Chris, you know Molly isn't here today and... Well, the thing is
Chris." Chris' mom looked worried and paused for a moment.
"What is it mom?"
"Well, Chris, we need you to try on Molly's dress to see if it fits."
Chris went cold. No, no, no. He thought of that oh-so girly dress. How
could he wear that in front of anyone? No. "Mom, no, please don't make
me." He started to sob.
"Chris, please. You have to do this. We need to size this dress for
Molly and she isn't here and you two are the same size."
"No, mom, please. I am not a girl, I can't wear a dress. Please mom,
please. No, I just won't." Chris was sobbing harder.
Chris mom grabbed him by the shoulders. The stress of the day had
finally gotten to her. "Listen, you are going to wear that dress, and
that is final. You say you are not a girl, but look at you. Crying like
a little baby girl right here, throwing a tantrum. If you had played
ball today like a boy you wouldn't be here either. But you stayed home
and watched your soap operas like a girl. And helped your sister with
her hair. You don't think I don't know about that? And what about
helping with the dresses right now? Well, girlie, now you will get to
wear a dress."
The second admonishment of the day was too much for Chris and he broke
down again and started to cry hard. Chris' mom again felt bad for him
and wrapped him up in her arms. "Oh sweetie," she cooed "its ok,
wearing a dress doesn't make you a girl. It will be over quick and then
I will buy whatever you want for doing this for me."
As usual, Chris calmed down in his mother's arms. He wondered what to
do? Could he actually wear a dress? He thought of his plan. What would
Johnny do? He tried to image Johnny in a dress, but it was just silly.
He was so strong and manly; he knew he would never even have let
himself get in this situation. He then thought of himself in a dress.
The tingling returned, and he knew he would not look silly in a dress.
He realized part of him really wanted to wear that dress. It was such a
gorgeous dress. The twirling girl he so admired could be him. He
suddenly thought of Sean. Maybe, instead of thinking - "What would
Johnny do?" - he should think "What would Sean do?" He knew Sean would
be the best sissy he could and wear the dress. The thought was a
revelation to Chris. He said to himself. Maybe I am a sissy, too.
"Mom, I will do it."
Chris' mom looked at him and smiled. She didn't think he really would
go through with it. "Thank you baby. Now lets get you dressed."
They went into a dressing room behind the mirrors where all the other
girls were. Chris could hear them all ooohing and aaahing just through
the doors.
"Okay Chris, first I want you to take all of your clothes off."
Chris was nervous, "Even my underwear?"
Chris' mom answered, "Yes, for the dress to wear right, you will have
to put on panties."
Chris was scared. He had not thought he would have to wear panties, but
he was going to be the best sissy he could be. So, he stripped down and
stood shaking and embarrassingly naked in front of his mother. She
soothed him. "Baby, don't worry, I have seen you naked many times.
Remember, I am your mother."
Chris for the first time noticed the dress hanging up on a hook in the
corner of the dressing room. It was absolutely gorgeous. He wanted to
touch it when he realized he was going to be wearing it. The thought
sent shivers down his spine and squishy feelings through his tummy. In
also produced another effect, which his mother noticed but did not
comment on.
"Here are your panties, Chris."
My panties? Chris couldn't believe she said it but took them. They were
white and lacy and felt very silky to Chris. He paused for a moment and
looked to his mother for comfort.
"Its ok, baby, go ahead," she said
Chris sensed that when he pulled the panties up he would feel different
forever. Could he ever look at his friends or his dad again? Thinking
"What would Sean do?" he pulled up the panties. He felt a rush of
girlishness and pleasure wash over him and he staggered briefly. His
mom steadied him and continued on.
"Of course, for the wedding we will have you in hose, but today we
won't need it. Now you will not have to wear a bra as the dress has one
built in. Well, time for the dress"
Chris was trembling too much to notice what she had said about the
hose. He was focused totally on the jr. bridesmaid dress. His mom
slowly took the dress off the hanger, and with each rustle of the built
in petti, he shivered.
"Put your arms up, baby." She commanded and Chris did.
His mom then gathered up the dress and slowly lowered it over Chris'
head. He felt the coolness of the tulle petti go past his cheek and
envelope his hairless thighs and legs. He felt the bodice snug up
firmly to his torso and the zipper trapping him in the dress. He kept
his eyes closed as his mom straightened the dress and tied the sash
behind his back. He started to feel dreamy, his thighs tickled by the
petticoats, and his shoulders feeling the tug of the spaghetti straps.
He started to feel the pull of the pink girlish clouds wanting to take
him away. Oh, he wanted to let go, and let them take him away. He heard
his mom talking as if very far away.
"Oh yes, baby, it fits just perfect. You really have a nice shape.
Here, step into these." Keeping his eyes closed, he slipped his feet
into a pair of small heels. He felt his stance change as the two-inch
heels pushed him slightly forward, and he knew he was feeling things
only real girls normally felt. Finally, he felt his mom tug on his hair
and put it into a high ponytail on the back of this head.
Chris's mom studied her son. She knew at that moment that Molly would
never wear that dress and be a bridesmaid. It was just too feminine,
and femininity was anathema to her daughter. But Chris, she knew he was
effeminate. Maybe, just maybe. She wondered if he could pull it off. In
a dress and made up, she knew no one would know it wasn't Molly. She
realized, though, she would have to teach him to be more masculine to
pretend to be Molly. She almost giggled at the thought. Teach her son
to be more masculine in a dress so he could act like her daughter. But
there was no doubt he really made a very pretty girl. Seeing him, she
got even madder at Molly for robbing her of such a pretty daughter.
"Baby," his mom said, "don't you want to see what you look like? You
look very pretty."
Chris slowly opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. What he saw
exceeded his wildest imagination. A beautiful young woman in the
prettiest dress he had ever seen was looking back at him. When he
moved, she moved. He put is hand to his mouth. The realization that the
girl in the mirror was him sent the girlish, squirmy feelings to new
highs - and to new lows. The pink cloud swept him up like never before,
and he could not stop it from taking him somewhere he had never been
before. "Oh mommy, mommy, you made me a girl, a girl, a girl.
Something's happening."
Chris felt waves of pleasure wash over him and he shuddered and fell
back into his mother's arms. She understood and comforted him, "It's
okay baby, it's okay."
Chris didn't know what happened. After a few moments, the pink cloud
had gone away and left him standing stunned in his mother's arms. He
felt dampness in his panties. He was so confused and asked his mom what
happened.
Chris' mom was stunned at her son's reaction to the dress. She knew he
had an orgasm. Was he gay? A sissy? Or what do they call it, a
transvestite? A devilish thought came to her. Is this her chance at
having another daughter? What would his father think? She would think
about all this later. For right now, "Don't worry Chris, sometimes that
happens to very special boys when they put on girls clothes. We can
talk about it later. Right now lets get you into some dry panties."
Chris' mom left in search of dry panties. Chris looked at the messy
ones lying in the floor. Was that sex? Is that what boys do with girls,
he wondered? Is that why girls wear dresses, because it does that to
boys? Maybe it was more intense because he was wearing the dress. He
would finally have something to brag about to the guys if it was true.
But his mom said it happened only to very special boys. He was again
very confused when she returned with new panties.
After he had put on the new panties he studies himself in the mirror.
His mom was fussing and measuring the dress when he asked, "Mom, am I a
sissy?"
His mom stared at her only son, who she was sure just had his first
sexual experience in a bridesmaid dress. "Oh baby, don't worry about
things like that. You are just a special boy, that is all. You just got
excited over a pretty dress, which special boys do. After the wedding,
we will figure out what to do."
"After the wedding?" Chris asked.
"Yes, baby. You are going to take Molly's place in the wedding."
Chris was horrified. "Mom, I can't. All those people."
She cut him off, "Shhh, we will talk later."
Chris thought of the church, full of people, all staring and laughing
at him in his dress. Then, he thought of his escort. Would he have to
dance with a boy? He imagined himself dancing with an anonymous boy and
new tingles went through his body. The boy changed to Johnny, and he
let out a small gasp. Oh, Chris was just so confused over everything
that was happening. Oh, why didn't he just play ball today?
The End... for now.
He Should Have Played Ball - Part 4
Erica Kennel
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