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Blue Moon of Kentucky
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Looking back, I think I knew that things would turn out this way, even
when I was in high school. I grew up on a small farm in rural Kentucky
with my parents and two younger sisters. Melissa was two years younger
then me and Stacy was five years younger. We were fairly close, but
even so it was years before I could tell them how I felt. As a high
school student, I would return home from school each day to an empty
house-at least for another hour until my sisters came home and another
two until my parents returned form work (my mother was a school
librarian and my father was an electrician.) I had chores to finish:
feeding the chickens and horses, watering the garden and making sure
that none of the goats had escaped (a goat can find any hole in a
fence, and usually will).
Before I started my chores, though, I would always stop in my parent's
room and sit at my mother's vanity. Sometimes I would put on a light
coat of lipstick, but only if I was wearing a dark colored long-sleeved
shirt or a jacket - so I could wipe it off again in a hurry if someone
came home early. A few times I had worn her panties under my jeans to
do my chores, only to stand uncomfortably in front of my family when I
finished, sure that they could all see my guilt written in my eyes.
Once, I wore one of her bras under my heaviest winter coat. As I moved
around the farm walking, lifting the feed pail, climbing into the hay
loft of the barn, I felt so excited-but when I came home and my dad put
his hand on my shoulder I was terrified that he would feel my bra
strap, even through two shirts and an inch of down. I told myself that
I would never make that mistake again.
Life on the farm is kind of laid back, they say, but there is always
work to do and time goes by quickly. By the time I was sixteen, my
parents felt that I was old enough to stay at home for a long weekend
by myself. Both Melissa and Stacy had sleepovers planned with their
friends and my parents were going out of town to a farmer's convention
in Minnesota. As I sat watching TV, I nonchalantly said goodbye to my
parents, hoping that I sounded casual. My heart was beating at about a
thousand miles an hour.
My mom looked at me as they were preparing to leave and said, "Are you
feeling all right? You look flushed."
"Yeah, mom. I'm fine. Just tired - I was up late doing homework last
night. I'll probably turn in early tonight."
"Well, okay," she said, "but if you get sick you know the number for
Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. They can take you to the doctor if you need to
go."
"I know mom-don't worry, I'll be fine."
"And do you know the nu..."
"Yes-the number for your hotel is on the refrigerator. Don't worry!
I'll be fine."
My dad interrupted, "Come on Liz-he can take care of himself for three
days. Call us if you need anything."
"Okay, dad. Bye!"
And with that they were gone for the weekend. Three days. All to my
self. Now I could finally go all the way and get this out of my system.
As soon as they were gone, I rushed upstairs to their bedroom. I looked
out their window for the next twenty minutes, just to be sure that they
had not forgotten something and turned around. Finally, I felt like I
was safe. I went back downstairs and locked the doors, checking each
one twice, then locked all the windows. Normally we left the windows
open in the summer, but this was October and we probably wouldn't need
to open them again anyway this season.
Going back to my parent's room, I took out a small note pad and a
pencil. I was determined not to get caught and I carefully noted the
position of all the items I would be using-lipstick, mascara, no
foundation - she must have taken that with her. Clip on earrings.
Looking in her lingerie drawer, I noted the positions of all her bras
and panties. The bra I wanted was the second one down, off-white with
an underwire and satiny cups and the base of the cups was facing to the
left of the drawer. The matching panties were at the back of the
drawer, under a blue pair.
Walking to the closet I found a pair of my mother's blue jeans (the
third hanger from the left, folded over the hanger with the legs on the
left) and a silk blouse. I went to my room and stripped completely,
putting on a bathrobe and looking out the window one more time to be
sure that they had not suddenly returned. Then I hid my note pad
between my mattresses so I would have it for later.
Back in my parent's room, I pulled the off-white panties up my legs. I
would have loved to have shaved, but I had almost no hair as it was and
was only shaving my face once a week-and even then mostly for show.
Plus, shaved legs would have been too hard to explain if they were ever
noticed. I tucked myself back between my legs (I had figured that move
out a couple of years earlier) and turned away from the mirror as I put
on the bra. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw an attractive teenage
girl staring back, clad only in her satin underwear. I used four more
pairs of panties to stuff the bra cups-two in each side. The jeans were
more difficult; my mother was petite, and although I was only five-
foot-seven and 135 pounds, I was still bigger than her. I struggled to
get the jeans over my hips and fastened, laying on my back on the bed
and tugging with all my strength until the zipper finally eased into
place.
I was having a little difficulty breathing and the waist of the jeans
felt like it was cutting me in two, so I laid there for a few minutes
caressing my butt through the jeans until I started to feel better.
Slowly standing up, I buttoned the blouse over my fledgling breasts.
When I turned to look at the mirror again, I almost fainted-there was a
shapely teen looking back at me, and that teen was me! My hair had
grown out over the past year until it was just brushing past my
shoulders, and even without makeup I looked good. I thought to myself,
"I could probably pass as a girl..." but that idea had to go. There was
no way anyone could know about this. Especially not my parents. I
looked out the window once more, but no cars were in sight.
Sitting at my mother's vanity, I put on a heavier than usual (for me)
coat of lipstick and a little mascara - which was easier than I thought
it might be. Clipping on some dangling silver earrings and pulling my
hair back with a headband, I definitely looked like I was all female.
If I had been in school like this I could have been a cheerleader!
I thought about some of my school friends, Mandy, Joanna, and Kate, and
how much fun they were probably having at their party this weekend. I
knew about it, but it was a girl's night out, and so of course I wasn't
invited. I could imagine them telling each other their dreams, there
greatest fears, their hopes for the future, all while watching romantic
movies and painting each other's nails. They would let me be their
friend, but there were some things I just couldn't share with them. I
know they all thought I was gay, but I didn't care as long as I could
hang out with them.
At the time I really didn't know what to think about my sexuality. I
was definitely turned on by girls, but as far as I could tell boys
didn't do anything for me. It was too bad, in a way - how many girls
would want a boyfriend that was also a girlfriend? My friends had no
idea that I dressed, but they still said that I was like a girlfriend
to them - at least until it was time for them to do "girl stuff," when
I was left out of the picture entirely.
I looked back at the mirror and broke myself out of that depressing
train of thought. I was a girl right now, and I was going to enjoy it.
I took off my silk blouse and put on one of my mom's old T-shirts, and
marched downstairs and right outside the door to do my chores. Well,
not right outside - I stood by the window listening intently for at
least ten minutes first, than I stood in the doorway for another ten
minutes working up the courage to leave, while checking and rechecking
to be sure that I had unlocked the door so I wouldn't be stuck outside.
Finally, I did make it out the door into a whole new world. Colors
seemed brighter, the air seemed fresher, and I went about my chores as
though I were any other farm girl. I could see my reflection in the
feed room mirror, in the horse's deep eyes, and my shadow silhouetted
on the barn wall from the setting sun, all of which told me that even
if someone were watching they would just see an ordinary farm girl
doing her normal chores.
I went back to the house and fixed myself some dinner, then sat down on
the couch to watch TV for a while. I did make sure the blinds were
closed and the doors were locked, just in case someone drove up to the
house while the TV was on and I didn't hear them. After a few hours, I
went upstairs, changed into a nightgown and went to sleep.
The next day was Saturday, and I had planned a repeat of the day
before. When I woke up, I took a long bath with some of my mom's bath
gel and emerged feeling clean and smelling like strawberries. Today I
would wear a denim knee-length skirt with leggings underneath and a T-
shirt. I spent most of the morning surfing the Internet looking at
sites that offered padding, breast forms, and hormones. I knew that I
wanted all those things, but I couldn't figure out how to get them.
Sigh.
After lunch, I decided to get some more chores finished, so I slipped
back into yesterday's jeans and went outside to rake leaves. Just
another girl raking leaves! When I was finished, I went back inside to
watch some TV, and ended up drifting off to sleep on the couch.
I was awakened in the late afternoon by the sound of someone knocking
on the door! I rushed upstairs and stripped off all my mom's clothes,
stashing them temporarily behind my bed and redressing in my own
clothes. Looking out the window, I saw a truck I didn't recognize
parked outside. More knocking! I walked downstairs, trying to appear
calm, and looked through the blinds by the door. The man outside was
dressed in a delivery uniform and holding a clipboard.
I opened the door and in my most confident voice said, "Hi..."
"Oh hello," he said, "I have a delivery here for Mr. Parker, could you
sign this for me?"
"Yeah, sure." I said.
I noticed that he was looking at me strangely when he said "Thanks."
and turned around to leave.
Closing the door, I reflected for a moment and then I noticed two
things: the window on the other side of the door had the blinds raised-
I had raised them earlier in the morning to get some sun and the place
where I had been sleeping on the couch was clearly visible from
outside. Also, I was still wearing mascara and lipstick. Had he
noticed? Had he seen me sleeping on the couch? Was this a random
deliver driver or someone my parents might know? Oh my God, was I
caught?
I rushed upstairs and looked out the window to see his truck leave.
Then I took all of my mom's clothes from behind my bed and began the
process of replacing everything exactly as it had been - only a day
earlier than I had planned. I did a load of laundry to be sure that her
panties were all clean, folded everything according to my notes, and by
late in the evening had finished replacing everything.
I was shaking as a took the flashlight from the closet to do my chores
in the dark, dreams of being a girl replaced by the terror of being
caught, being recognized as a freak. A freak who wasn't even good
enough to be gay - just a half-girl, who could sit with the girls at
lunch walk with them in the mall, sing with them on road trips, but
never be allowed to date them and certainly never be allowed to truly
share my heart with them. My sisters and my school friends had a
magical world full of friendships with more depth than anything I would
ever know, they could dress how they wanted and they certainly wouldn't
want anything to do with a boy who was more like a girlfriend. I
finished my chores and returned home, promising that this would be the
last time.
Two days later, my parents returned from their trip and my sisters came
home. I was sure that they could see my guilt written on my face or
that I had forgotten some important detail when I cleaned everything up
earlier. I had even burned my notes just to be sure they were never
found. After a week I began to relax. Another month and I had almost
recovered. By spring I had again begun to sneak lipstick and panties,
promising myself to keep my explorations under control for my own sake.
I would have, too. Except for my friend Kate.
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