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Right from the Start 2 - Chapter Two - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Simon's classmates in school. Miss Webster: Their form teacher. As Dorie Lou took the beautiful frilly blue dress from it's hanger in the wardrobe, Simon's eyes widened with excitement. When his mother was late from work he had recently taken to sneaking into her bedroom and rummaging though her clothes. He loved the scent of her silky slips and on one occasion, had even taken a slip into his own bedroom and lain on it in some childlike effort to get physically closer to his mother. When he had had heard her car returning up the drive, he had hurriedly replaced it and resumed his homework. His excitement at the silky feel of his mother's clothes had become somehow stronger. He didn't understand exactly why but he felt it made him somehow more feminine and therefore more attractive to his mother. Simon desperately wanted his mother to want him and show him some affection. The soft feel of his mother's silky underclothes had somehow got mixed up in his need for her acceptance. He had no proper idea why he really liked silky under-things but now the opportunity to not only feel some silky clothes but also put them on made him feel even more excited. As Dorie Lou held out the beautiful frock she smiled invitingly. "Do you really want to play dress up?" she asked knowingly. Simon hesitated for a decent moment in some macho attempt at a display of reluctance, but in truth he was desperate to try the dress on. Finally his cheeks turned red and he nodded nervously. "Will your mummy be angry?" "Not if you are careful with it. She used to let my other friends dress up and share my old clothes." "But they were girls," observed Simon. "Charlotte's little brother wasn't, and he used to dress up with us." "Who's Charlotte?" "Friends from my old place, they're coming over next week." "So you will have your own friends then," observed Simon regretfully. "Only for a day, its long way, they won't be coming all the time." "Oh. So you'll still want to play with me then, when they're not around." "I hope so. I want you to play with me all the time because I like you. You're not rough and nasty like the other boys. Do you like playing with me? Most boys don't like playing with girls." "Oh that's OK. I like playing with you. I often hang out with Sandra and Mary in School. Girls are much more fun to talk to." "Don't the boys make fun of you?" "Not in class. The other boys mix with the girls anyway. As you've noticed, there are only four of us and Mrs Webster spreads us around one to a table. So the boys are spread around a bit thin. The other tables are all girls. Once she's happy that we are happy, we get to stay with the girls we like most. I'm glad you chose to stay with Sandra, Mary and Me." "There was a vacancy on your table. Why was that?" "Jenny Perkins has moved away. Her dad got promoted last term." "Oh. So why didn't any other girls ask to join your table?" "Mrs Webster wouldn't let them. It would have affected the marks for each table's project. Every girl wanted to come over but Mrs Webster couldn't let them until the end of term. The class is nice and settled now." "So I was dead lucky then, moving here at this time." "Lucky that Jenny Perkins left. It was serendipity." "Well I'm glad, her dad was promoted. It meant I could share your table and you can help with math." "Shouldn't we be doing our homework first, then play dress up?" asked Simon. "Gosh you're keen. Most boys just like to go out and play football. They used to end up rushing their homework on the bus in the mornings." "Well I've done that before," confessed Simon. "Well not anymore. I like to finish my homework then play." "But dressing up is playing," I observed. "I have to change from my school clothes anyway. Mummy likes to keep them tidy." Simon looked down at his own school clothes and nodded ruefully. The trousers were mud stained from playing soccer during break, (as where most of the boys') and his shoes were scuffed from kicking balls, not to mention the scruffy sports shirt and unkempt long lank hair. Dorie Lou smiled as she studied Simon's clothes. "You should change out of your school clothes after school. My mummy says they will last all year then provided you don't grow out of them." Simon reflected that his mother never bothered to check up on him after school. All he got was a shout that 'dinner's ready' and then it was back out to play in the garden or up to his room. Visiting Dorie Lou after school was a welcome development, for now he had a friend to share. However, Simon didn't want to lose her by offending her mother. "I think we'd better check with your mum about dressing up then. She might be angry if I spoil your best dress." Dorie Lou let out a giggle. "Gosh! This isn't my best dress, come and see." She led Simon to an annex off her mother's bedroom and opened a large wardrobe door. "This is for best," announced Dorie Lou dreamily. My mummy sometimes enters me for Little Miss Pageants. Simon's jaw fell like a drawbridge as he gaped stupidly at the rows of beautiful frocks and dresses. Dorie Lou continued opening drawers to show matching lingerie sets and child sized suspenders and stockings, not to mention dozens of different pairs of tights of every hue and texture. On the back wall was a row of shelves filled with shoes. Simon felt his heart miss a beat. "D'you like?" giggled Dorie Lou. "Gosh. They're beautiful! You're really lucky!" "If your very good and don't damage my everyday frocks, mummy might let us try some of these." Simon felt his heart thumping inexplicably. He had no idea why he loved the frocks, but they had triggered something inside him. Now he couldn't wait to try the blue one that Dorie Lou had laid on the bed. Reluctantly he left the special wardrobe and returned to Dorie Lou's room. "I still think you'd better ask your mummy," he suggested. Dorie Lou 'tut-tutted' impatiently then called down to her mother. "Mummy, can we play dress up?" "Not with your pageant outfits darling, only your everyday clothes." "See," she turned to Simon smiling, "she doesn't mind, if you don't mind. My mummy's kind to my friends." Simon felt a load fall from his back and stepped eagerly into Dorie Lou's bedroom. She skipped after him to find him already tugging his school sport shirt over his shoulders. As he tugged at his socks she rooted out the matching underwear and when she turned he was standing in his cotton pants. "Aren't you going to take those off as well?" "Won't you be angry? You'll see my, - my 'thingie'" "No," declared Dorie Lou who was secretly hoping to see a boy's 'thingie'. She had no brothers and had never seen one properly before. Simon turned away and stepped out of his pants. Dorie Lou was a little disappointed, she had hoped for a good look. Then she thought of a ruse. She held out the lacy blue panties and invited him to step into them. Simon turned a bit self-consciously then shrugged his shoulders as he followed her eyes to his 'thingie'. 'Huh,' he grinned to himself, 'She only wanted to look.' Emboldened by Dorie Lou's invitation, Simon stepped forward as Dorie Lou bent down to enable him to step into the panties. Her face was now level with Simon's 'thingie' and almost touching it. For a brief moment she kept the panties close to the floor as she drank in a good view of the soft pink little organ and the tight little wrinkly bag underneath. 'It was quite a strange pretty little thing, like a soft little extra finger with no joints,' She thought. For a moment she was tempted to kiss it but she resisted the urge and then slid the panties slowly up Simon's legs. She felt him shudder with delight and realised there and then that something special was happening. "Do you like that?" she asked softly. "Mmmm, they're lovely and soft." Dorie Lou slid her hands around Simon's slender butt and gently caressed his butt cheeks through the soft silky fabric. Her eyes were still level with his thingie and to her amazement, it started to poke out in the front of the panties. "What's your thingy doing?" She gasped. "Oops!" giggled Simon, "It usually does that in the mornings before I get up." "Can I touch it?" asked Dorie Lou as her curiosity increased. At only seven years old, Simon was totally innocent of the real function of a stiff pee-pee. So he nodded unabashed. "OK." Still crouched down, Dorie Lou fingered the stiff little rod through the silky panties and she giggled as Simon jerked. "Oh!" squeaked Simon, "That's nice!" "How does it do that?" giggled Dorie Lou. "I don't know. But it's nice. Your panties feel lovely." "They're your panties now. You can keep them if they make you feel nice." "Gosh! Thanks!" gasped Simon now having completely revealed his desires. Dorie Lou sensed she had discovered something special but she wasn't sure what. "And you can keep the frock if you want. Would you like that?" "I don't think my mum would let me," he replied sadly. "You can keep it here, nobody will know." "Oooh! Can I. You're really nice, thank you." So saying, he reached his arms around Dorie Lou and hugged her as he kissed her thankfully on the lips. Dorie Lou felt Simon's little stiffy poking her in her secret place and she tactfully pulled away. Being a girl, Dorie Lou was a bit more aware than Simon and she sensed that it was not proper for a boy's thingy to poke a girl down there. Nevertheless, she let him continue kissing then took control again. "Come on, you'd better finish dressing." Simon released his embrace and turned to study the matching bra and slip. "Do you wear one of these?" he asked, holding up the lacy pair of cups. "Only at the pageants, not in school, I don't need one yet. They make me feel grown up so I wear them at home and weekends. I don't think Mrs Webster would approve of my wearing one in school. If I did, all the other girls would as well." "Are you wearing one now?" "Oh yes. I'm at home now. Here, feel this." She took his hand and pressed it against her frock. Simon could distinctly feel the outline of a bra. His fingers lingered curiously and then he felt the stiff underwiring. "What's that?" "It's the underwiring for the cups of the bras. We girls use those if our tits aren't big enough to stick out when we're older." "So yours aren't big enough then," observed Simon innocently. "Don't be daft. I'm only six. They'll grow when I'm older. My mummy says they'll be like hers because all the girls in her family have nice ones." Simon fell silent. He wondered what it would be like to grow tits and have to always wear a bra. Then he realised he could practice right there and then. Eagerly he started to put the lacy blue trainer bra on. "Not like that silly," giggled Dorie Lou, "do it like this." She led his arms through the shoulder straps then bent his arms around his back so he could learn how to fasten it. After a few attempts, he got the idea of 'hook and eyes' and was soon as adept as Dorie Lou. Dorie Lou giggled. "You're a quick learner. Good at math and good at bras." Simon turned to face her then they both studied his appearance in the full-length mirror. The bra felt strange and he gently fingered the band as it encircled his chest. The two shoulder straps seemed to complete the feeling of 'entrapment' and he wondered if girls felt the same sort of feelings of being somehow ensnared; somehow made to feel 'he couldn't think of the word, but he somehow felt that Dorie Lou was in control. It was as if the bra was saying, 'you are a girl now, and you will always need me to support you.' Simon finally fingered the soft lacy cups and the sensations translated to his nipples. It tickled a bit and he squirmed sensitively. "It feels strange but somehow nice," he confessed softly. Dorie Lou smiled and gently ran her hands over the bra. "Does it make you feel grown up?" Simon hesitated then answered nervously. "Yes, a bit. Do you feel grown up when you put yours on?" "Mmm, yes! I can't wait until I grow titties and fill these cups." "What do titties feel like, from the inside I mean?" asked Simon. "I don't know but my mummy's feel nice from the outside. She says I'll love mine when they grow, and I'll be able to make milk like she does. She says the nipples are very sensitive." "What does sensitive mean?" asked Simon. "Like this," replied Dorie Lou as she gently stroked Simon's nipples through the soft silky fabric of the bra cups. Simon squirmed again. "Mmm, that's really nice." "My mummy says it gets nicer when your tits grow. That's why I can't wait." "Do you think mine will grow?" asked Simon. "I don't think so. You're a boy." Simon felt a little disappointed. He wanted to know what titties felt like and how the 'sensitive' got better. He had really liked it when Dorie Lou had tickled his nipples through the soft silky lace cups. The thought of 'soft and silky' brought him back to the dressing up. "Shall I put the slip on?" he asked. "No. It's time for the petticoat I think," observed Dorie Lou. "But I think I prefer the silky slip," observed Simon, thinking that two layers of silky material over his nipples might make the 'sensitive' feel doubly better. "No that's no good. The slip doesn't work with this dress. All these lacy hems on the petticoat stick out like a bell. This holds the dress out to form a lovely bell skirt. Watch. Raise your arms while I slip it over your head." Simon did as instructed and Dorie Lou eagerly slipped the petticoat over his shoulders and worked it down until the shoulder straps lay loosely over his shoulders. "It feels loose," observed Simon who was already beginning to enjoy the 'imprisonment' feelings of the bra. "Just wait," giggled Dorie Lou, "I have to button up the bodice." Simon stood still as Dorie Lou moved around the back and started fastening the buttons. "Why does it button up the back?" asked Simon. "All my frocks button up the back. It's the way they are." "So how do you fasten them?" "My mummy helps me. She buttoned this one for me while you spoke to your mummy about coming over." Dorie Lou then presented her back to Simon and demonstrated that she couldn't quite reach the buttons in the small of her back and she would need help to undo them. Dorie Lou twisted her fingers helplessly uselessly but Simon could see that it was impossible for her to unfasten her back buttons by herself. Then he realised that his petticoat and dress were the same. Dorie Lou would have to fasten him in and then unfasten him later that evening. The idea of somehow being further 'imprisoned' in his dress and petticoat added to the excitement induced by the bra. Dorie Lou finished demonstrating how difficult is was to reach the back buttons and then explained. "See, once my dress is fastened, mummy has to unbutton me when I go to bed." As she spoke she finished fastening the last button of Simon's petty coat and he twisted around to try and reach the ones in the small of his back. 'Dorie Lou was right, the buttons were something of a tight fit and it was impossible to fiddle enough to undo them.' He gave up and giggled. "You'll have to undress me as well". "Or my mummy will." "Gosh. Won't she be annoyed?" "No I told you before. In my last town, one of my three other friends had a twin brother who liked to dress up. When the three friends came around to dress up, one would bring her twin brother. Mummy even used to help us choose his dress. He was sweet, just like you." So saying, Dorie Lou gave Simon another kiss on the lips. He felt her soft velvety lips on his and smiled contentedly. He just couldn't understand why his friends didn't like kissing girls. Dorie Lou's lips felt just like the rest of her, all soft and silky. He let her pursue her kiss until she was satisfied. "Mmm. You're really nice," she sighed as she finally relinquished her possession of his lips. "Come on let's put your dress on." Simon stretched out his arms obediently and Dorie Lou raised the whole dress over his shoulders. "Slip your arms into the sleeves as it drops over your body," she instructed. "Simon groped blindly for the sleeves until Dorie Lou directed his fingers into the sleeves. He then squirmed and twisted as Dorie Lou worked the dress down his body. Finally his head re-emerged and he smiled happily as his face appeared right in front of Dorie Lou again. Emboldened by the dress, he leant forward and gave her a peck on the lips. Dorie Lou responded happily and they shared another moment of bliss. Simon was really getting to enjoy dressing up. "Turn around again," she instructed, "this has got buttons as well." Simon happily presented his back to her and she busied herself with more of the fiddly little buttons. Eventually Simon was firmly fastened into his dress and he groped again to find that it was impossible to find the buttons, let alone reach them to unfasten them." "They're blind buttons," explained Dorie Lou, "You can't see them so the dress looks like one smooth piece. It's one of my old competition pageant dresses. Even I can't undo these, there's a special trick and only mummy knows how." "Oh heck," gasped Simon nervously, "So your mummy will have to undress me." "Afraid so, but don't worry, she likes undressing us. My dress is the same see." She turned to show Simon the detail of her own dress and for the first time, Simon realised Dorie Lou was also 'imprisoned' in her dress. He was forced to accept his fate but felt relaxed. He took Dorie Lou at her word. If Dorie Lou's mother didn't mind, then neither did Simon. He also noticed that Dorie Lou's dress was virtually an identical design to his except that it was a delicious frothy pink. He smiled as he noticed the similarity. "Snap! Blue for a boy, pink for a girl." "Mmmm!" replied Dorie Lou. "Yes, you look yummy but we're not finished yet." "Oh. What else?" "You've got shoes yet and your hair needs fixing." Simon giggled as Dorie Lou bent over into the wardrobe to pick out some shoes. Her stiff frothy petty coat ballooned up and exposed her pretty pink lacy panties. "I can see your panties," remarked Simon. Dorie Lou giggled knowingly. "You're not supposed to look up girls dresses." "I was admiring your panties. They're lovely, just like mine." "Well I'll grab a peak of your panties when you bend over. Here try these. It's a good thing we're the same size." She handed Simon a pair of Mary Jane's' with two-inch heels. Without thinking, he squatted down and started to fasten the shoes. Immediately his stiff frothy petty coat ballooned up in front of him and Dorie Lou was given a delightful view of the front of his panties. "I see your thingie is still stiff," she squealed with delight. Simon crimsoned with embarrassment and tried to readjust his position. No matter which way he tried to bend or squat, his petty coats ballooned up and exposed his panties. Dorie Lou squealed with laughter at his predicament. "You silly goose," she gasped as tears of laughter filled her eyes, "Little girls are supposed to show their panties. It's considered cute. It's only when we get older that we have to be modest." Simon finally realised the game. He giggled appreciatively and resumed fastening his shoes. He was bent over fastening the second buckle and did not hear the bedroom door opening softly. Suddenly he heard Mrs Bensons voice. "Oh that's a beautiful picture stay still a moment." Simon froze in the bent over position and suddenly heard a camera flash. His blood ran cold and he span around. "You didn't take a picture did you?" "Oh yes darling. It was a beautiful pose." "But, - but what if somebody sees it?" "Oh don't worry darling. Nobody will recognise you. Look, you can't see your face only ruffles of lacy gauze and panties, not to mention a beautiful little girl's bottom." Simon sagged with relief. 'Mrs Benson was quite right. The photo could have been anybody.' Simon studied the photo and noticed the little dimples behind his knees. 'Yes' it definitely looked more like a little girl than a little boy.' Then he had a funny feeling. 'Gosh his legs looked quite girlish.' Mrs Benson studied Simon's dress knowingly. "Do you like dressing up darling?" Simon nodded but his eyes pleaded beseechingly. "You won't tell will you?" Mrs Benson reached out and pressed him to her soft breasts. She felt really sorry for the boy. 'He was a sensitive, intelligent little kid yet his mother obviously detested him.' In the few short weeks she had lived next door, Mrs Benson's knowing eyes and ears had missed nothing. 'The scoldings, the rows, the put-downs, the boy's life must be a living hell,' she thought. Simon savoured the soft comforting embrace and pressed deeper into the soft ripe curves of Mrs Benson's breasts. She sensed his physical search for comfort and continued hugging him to her until Dorie Lou sensed the intimacy. With maturity beyond her six years, Dorie Lou interceded tactfully. "We haven't finished his hair yet." "His hair?" smiled Mrs Benson, "Why this delightful little creature isn't a boy. Surely she's a little girl!" So saying, Mrs Benson ran her fingers gently through Simon's long lank hair and gently inspected it. 'It's really quite fine and shiny for a boy,' she observed silently. 'Maybe she could do something really creative with it.' Mrs Benson was not a professional hairdresser but she was better than many who professed to be. Her little Dorie Lou had won several 'Little Miss' pageants and it was all owed to Mrs Benson's beautician skills. She bent down and whispered softly to Simon. "We'll have to undress you again down to your bra and panties if we're going to tidy up this beautiful hair," she observed with a smile. "I don't want girly hair!" he protested, "I couldn't go to school!" "Oh we can easily overcome that. I can make it so that it looks like a boy's pony tail in school and then you can let it down when you come home." "What will my mum say?" begged Simon. "Oh I don't think she'll mind. Provided you're helpful around the house she'll be glad to see the change." "Mr Williams the head teacher has a long pony tail," added Dorie Lou for encouragement. The school's head teacher, Mr Williams was something of a local celebrity. He had done wonders with the local school and brought it from a 'Failing Inner City School' to one of the best in the city. It was now oversubscribed and there was a long waiting list from families outside the catchment area. There had also been an urban regeneration scheme immediately around the school. This had attracted many professional couples with trendily dressed children. Despite the school having a school uniform policy, their clothes were always the smartest and neatest. Simon and Dorie Lou's mums were single working mothers with less money to spend although Mrs Benson's venture into pharmacy shops was beginning to show promise. Also, their houses were outside the regeneration area. Many houses in Simon's neighbourhood were shabby from neglect by the older mature population so young professional couples were not repopulating it yet despite it being in the school catchment area. Simon liked Mr Williams the eccentric headmaster, indeed nearly everybody did. So a ponytail like Mr Williams was something Simon could readily accept. With the argument settled, he agreed to let Mrs Benson do his hair if his mother was agreeable. Mrs Benson smiled and phoned his mother. "No it'll be in a boy's pony tail when we've finished; just like Mr Williams the head Teacher. Dorie Lou wants to practice and his hair is so long it'll be an excellent test piece." Simon couldn't hear the other half of the conversation. "You do. Oh that's wonderful. Thank you," she returned smiling. "She say's it's fine. Your hair needs washing and tidying up anyway. Now she won't have to pay for your haircut." Simon smiled and turned to sit in a handy chair. "Oh it takes more than just a cut my girl," chuckled Mrs Benson, "You'll need a conditioner then a shampoo and set. You'd best strip down to your bra and panties." "How did you know I had a bra?" squeaked Simon. "My darling that dress would never sit properly without the right underwear. Come here, I'll have to unfasten the back." Simon stood up obediently and turned as Mrs Benson deftly released him from the silky prison. "Now, pull up that chair and bend over the wash-basin darling, this beautiful hair will need shampooing and conditioning first." All the time, Dorie Lou watched intently as her mother explained the processes. Finally the washing and conditioning was finished and Mrs Benson sat Simon back in the chair as Dorie Lou brought the rollers. "What are those for?" he asked. "We'll just give your hair some permanent curls and waves. They won't show when you pull it back in a ponytail for school. Now sit back in the chair." Simon settled in the chair and relaxed as he felt how comfortable it was to be sitting in the silky underwear. Mrs Benson sensed him secretively squirming as he luxuriated in the soft silky panties, bra and chemise. She leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear. "They're nice and silky aren't they?" For a moment, Simon froze but she kissed his forehead softly and he relaxed again. However, she advised him to try and sit still as she set his hair. Simon reluctantly sat still until the work was complete. Next, Mrs Benson placed a warm blower over his head and he was allowed to walk around Dorie Lou's bedroom in his lingerie until Mrs Benson was happy that his hair was permanently set. To fill in the time, Simone and Dorie Lou completed their homework assignments then Mrs Benson returned to brush his hair. Simon felt the hair tumble from the rollers and settle softly below his ears. He wanted to look in the mirror but Mrs Benson wasn't ready yet. Instead she re-dressed him in the flouncy petticoat and dress then finally made him put on some frilly ankle socks and the Mary Jane shoes that Dorie Lou had given him earlier. As he bent and twisted to fasten his shoes, Simon could feel his hair bouncing and swirling softly around his head. Gone were the lank dull strands of boyhood. He did not yet know it but he had a shimmering glossy perm of ringlets and waves that any little girl would have died for. Finally, Mrs Benson opened Dorie Lou's wardrobe door and he could see himself in the full-length mirror. As She and Dorie Lou stood either side of him, Simon gaped enraptured into the mirror. "I, - I'm a girl!" he gasped in shock. "And a very pretty one at that," added Mrs Benson. "B, - but, but my hair. It, - it's all curly and wavy." "That's right darling," replied Dorie Lou, "when we play dress up we really play dress up. You like it though don't you?" Simon gently lofted the curls tumbling over his ears and marveled at the soft silkiness. He had never felt such soft bouncy curls." "But, - but, how will I hide it, in school that is?" For an answer, Mrs Benson deftly grasped the curls and gently tugged them as she tucked them into a black scrunchie like Mr Williams's. Simon could not believe the change. The curls had completely disappeared and his ponytail looked just like a man's, - just like Mr Williams the trendy headmaster. He relaxed as he recognised Mr Williams's hairstyle. Nobody could accuse him of being a girl with hair like that. Thus relieved, Simon gently released his hair from the scrunchie and lofted it around his ears and neck to resume the perfect 'little girl' look. Dorie Lou and Mrs Benson exchanged knowing smiles as they watched Simon's effeminate hand motions flicking the curls and waves into place. "Happy now?" whispered Mrs Benson. "Mmmm, it's just so yummy. Girls are really lucky." "Well come on down now and finish off that apple pie and custard. Would you like to sleep over with Dorie Lou?" "What, in the same bed?" gasped Simon secretly hoping it was the case. "Oh good gracious no, we've got the spare bedroom. You can sleep across the hall. "I'll have to ask mummy," declared Simon. "There's the phone, ring her up and then I'll speak to her." Simon dialed his mother and was ecstatic when she gave her blessing. Had he but known, his mother was more than keen for Simon to sleep over for she had a new 'boyfriend' and this would give her a rare opportunity to spend an evening away from the tedious responsibilities for her son. Mrs Benson exchanged a few brief words then explained that they were playing 'dress up'. Simon's mother was so engrossed in her rare opportunity to go out, she wouldn't have bothered if Mrs Benson had announced they were going to commit a murder. Later on after they heard his mother being collected by her new boyfriend, Mrs Benson sent Simon over with his spare key to collect some clean school clothes for the morning. Simon and Dorie Lou slipped across the gardens dressed as two little girls and Simon was delighted when old Mrs Anderson from across the street utterly failed to recognise him as she called to Dorie Lou. "Hello Dorie. Who's your new friend?" "Oh, she's from my class in school. She's sleeping over." "Oh that's lovely. I'm glad you've made a friend. Are you going to visit Simon?" "Only for a short while, we'll be back in minute. Simon has been helping me with some homework." "Oh yes. That's good. Simon's such a bright boy. I'm glad you're getting along with him. Give my regards." "Thank you Mrs Anderson. Goodnight." "Goodnight girls." Once Mrs Anderson had gone inside, Dorie Lou and Simon collapsed into giggles by the back door. "She hadn't got a clue!" squealed Simon ecstatically. "Isn't it great!" replied Dorie Lou in a similar squeal as she tried to suppress her excitement. "You could go anywhere and nobody would ever know who you really were. Come on, let's get you a clean sports shirt for tomorrow. After collecting the school clothes for the morrow, they lingered in the garden for several minutes before reluctantly returning to Dorie Lou's. In truth, Simon wanted to walk around the neighbourhood in the fading light because he realised that nobody would have recognised him as a boy. Reluctantly however, he returned to Dorie Lou's and they watched television until time for bed. Simon was surprised at how early Dorie Lou was put to bed, but he was so excited that he would have gone to bed at four o'clock just to sleep over with her. He relished the delicious experience of having to be undressed like a little girl by Mrs Benson then he and Dorie Lou shared the big bath together before being pampered with talcum powder then dressed into their nighties. Simon's heart ached to be able to share Dorie Lou's big bed but he was too scared to ask. Reluctantly he slumped off to the spare room whilst Mrs Benson and Dorie Lou watched him go. The little girl turned to her mother. "I think she wants to share my bed. She might be afraid of the dark." "Oh I don't think he's afraid of the dark darling," assured Mrs Benson, "I've watched Simon playing out until midnight in his own garden. His mother just doesn't seem to care." "Please let her sleep with me mummy," begged Dorie Lou. Mrs Benson considered the idea but made no promises. If Simon was to share a bed with her beautiful little daughter, then nobody must ever learn of it. Not even Simon's uncaring mother. Additionally she might have to slip a little something in Simon's nightcap to prevent any unwanted developments. Little boys might not be able to get little girls pregnant but little stiffies might find their way into little places were they shouldn't go. She bid them both a sweet goodnight then returned downstairs to watch television. 'Could she trust the little boy to keep a secret,' she wondered. Later that evening a sleepy little boy in a pretty blue frilly nightie appeared in the living room doorway asking for a drink of milk. "Can't you sleep darling?" whispered Mrs Benson. "I'm lonely." "Oh surely not pet, Dorie's only just across the hall." "And I'm cold." Mrs Benson knew this was a total lie. The summer evening was warm and they had to leave some windows open. She knew exactly what Simon wanted. "I can't let you sleep with Dorie Lou unless you promise never to tell anybody, not even your mother." "I promise!" responded Simon eagerly, too eagerly. "No. I mean it now. If you and Dorie Lou sleep together, you must never tell anybody. Dorie Lou could get into very serious trouble and we might have to go away." The thought of losing such a delicious new found friend was the clincher. He swore a blood-curdling oath of secrecy and Mrs Benson hugged him to her. She knew that there was no danger of any 'accidents' like pregnancy or anything but to be on the safe side, she slipped a little tablet into his warm milk. 'The two children were just too young for anything untoward,' she thought, 'but, 'better safe than sorry. However, it would be just so nice for Dorie Lou to have a friend and a sweet gentle little boy friend at that. He would make such a wonderful male partner for Dorie Lou at any future pageants.' Without any more reservations she hugged the little boy again and kissed his forehead before consenting. "OK then, you can get into her bed, but don't upset her or anything." Simon's heart sang like a bird as he reciprocated the hug and he kissed Mrs Benson firmly on the lips. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you thank you!" "Shhh! Quietly now, she might be asleep." "It would be like sleeping beauty if I woke her with a kiss," giggled Simon. "Don't you dare wake her! Strange things in the night frighten her." "I promise," declared Simon as he released his embrace and scampered off eagerly to Dorie Lou's bedroom. To his delight, Dorie Lou was awake and she giggled happily when he slipped between her sheets. "Move over a bit," he whispered. "No I always sleep on this side. There's plenty of room for you by the window." Simon savoured the delightful pleasures of sliding over Dorie Lou's curled up form then he cuddle up to her butt and reached his arm over to protect his delightful new friend. To add further delight to their embrace, they savoured the slippery silky sensations as their nighties enhanced their intimacy. "Your nice and soft," giggled Simon. "So are you," replied Dorie Lou as she pressed her soft silky butt into Simon's tummy. Simon was in seventh heaven but he was just too excited to sleep properly. He pressed eagerly against her silky butt but nothing grew from between his loins. Mrs Benson's pill had worked quickly. He never thought to wonder why he couldn't get erect for he had no sexual understanding of an erection. Instead, he savoured Dorie Lou's closeness and cuddled up to her as he dozed off. End of Chapter Two - To Be Continued - Feedback would be nice !!