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'This could well be my last summer to do this,' echoed inside my head as
I struggled to get to sleep. Outside my bedroom door the house had
settled down. My parents were in the room next to mine and I listened as
my father's snoring calmed down into a more restful sleep. My mother, if
she hadn't been able to go to sleep before my father, would now be
putting her book away and settling in to go to sleep herself.
With a start I awoke from a dream that slipped from my consciousness. My
heart raced as I silently grabbed my clock to check the time. Focusing
my sight, I could make out that it was around 2:30 AM. With a sigh I
placed the clock back on the shelf and felt for my glasses. Those
glasses meant I could never really pull off any disguise I might conjure
up unless I also hid my face under something that also hid my glasses.
They were that little something that always brought a little sadness when
they reminded me who I was.
Gently I eased myself out of bed. I didn't bother with the extravagant
slowness that I had exercised the night before, but rather I aimed for
making a quick and brief squeak as the bed shifted underneath instead of
the painfully slow and drawn out series of squeaks as the bed protested.
I pulled my shorts on, slipped on my shirt, and made my way out of the
open door through the house to the patio door. Listening for any signs
of detection, I waited cautiously for a moment. Carefully, I slid the
broom handle barring the door out of the track and unlocked the large
glass patio door, softly sliding it open to allow me to slip through.
Closing it gently, I then grabbed my flip flops on the patio and headed
for the pool deck, sitting on a lounge chair to look up at the sky.
It was mid-summer, a time I enjoyed not so much for the freedom it
brought from school, but for the warmer weather. I never did enjoy the
cold. It privately amused me that even at seventy-four degrees I felt
cold right now. I was used to the one hundred plus temperatures of the
daytime, not the night time lows. I watched the stars overhead, picking
out the various constellations. It was a waiting game right now. If for
some reason anyone in the house had heard me get up, then they would find
me watching the stars and I could excuse myself as not being able to
sleep. It also accustomed to me to the nighttime sounds around me. We
lived in the country in the backend of a failed residential development.
The hill our house was on was the third largest hill in the area.
Wrapping through those hills were the asphalt roads that connected us
all. As always, it was quiet. No one around here did anything after
dark. The parents stayed home, their children (if any) were too young to
be out at night. The one house that did have a daughter in college I
didn't have to worry about as she wouldn't have stayed in this country
hell when she could have been in the college town having fun.
It was safe. I made my way boldly through the night to the house that
shared our hill. It was a huge monstrosity built by a man who had more
money then he should have. An extravagant spender, he had made this his
dream home for his family. They had a pool, which finally prompted my
parents to build a small one, a large tractor to mow their acres of land,
and a boat. The boat was gone at the moment; the entire family off on a
four day vacation which gave me my opportunity. The day before I had
captured the key and set up a way in. On the far side of the house was a
small window that led into the home office. The screen had been broken
by their son and never replaced, giving me a way to unlock during the
day, open at night, and crawl into their home. With a small towel I had
picked up from the pool area, I cleaned the grass from my feet and shut
the window behind me.
The house was huge and had four children's rooms towards the front. Away
from his sisters, the son's room was right beside the home office. Past
the entry way, visitor's bathroom, and dining room was my goal. Of the
three daughters, hers was the only one I was really interested in. The
mother was a heavy set and short woman, their oldest daughter was about
my height, but heavy too. The youngest was only a little kid, but the
middle daughter was a year younger then me. Slipping into her room, I
flipped the light on in her shared bathroom to give me enough to see by,
but not enough to be seen from outside. I had been here the night
before, though I didn't have as much time then. But I was able to go
through her things and get an idea of what would fit me.
Carefully I went through her underwear trying not to disturb it much,
hoping this time that I would find something more tantalizing then
cotton, but she was young and unable to buy anything on her own. Her
mother didn't agree with the silk and lace delights that I had imagined
and dreamed about. Generally reality is far less then my desires. The
only plus I found were some fishnet hose that she had used in some dance
recital. In her closet I went through her shelves and hangers. She was
a typical country girl, having plenty of shorts and jeans, but few nice
outfits or dresses and skirts. I was disappointed. Here I was all ready
to go and with nothing to wear.
With my selections I got dressed in her panties, fishnet hose, and small
bra. I knew that regular nylons would stretch and be obvious when
someone found them, but the fishnet I wasn't sure about. I figured even
if I did stretch them out from their shrunken state that she would never
notice unless she went to wear them again. Given it was 'her' and they
were for her old dance outfit, I figured that would never happen. The
one or two pairs of nylons though would be obvious. I put on two half-
slips (the only two she had) for that extra tingle and then slid the long
cotton black dress over my head. Zipping up the back, I went into the
bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror. Even with the bra padded
out, I didn't look anything like a real girl, but that didn't stop me.
The dress was extremely plain and unflattering. It was part of a costume
so I didn't complain too much. I then tied the long white apron around
my waist, making a horrible bow in the back. Over my shoulders I placed
the white collar and tied it at my neck. On my head I slid the white
bonnet and tied it under my chin. Now the mirror showed something more
promising: a Thanksgiving Pilgrim Girl.
My eyes traveled up my image. My hips were too narrow, my waist too
thick even though I was a skinny rail. My shoulders were too pronounced
even when hidden under the large, white square collar. When I got to my
face I saw that my glasses were far too out of place on the one thing I
could somewhat imagine to be a girl's. Taking them off didn't help
anything as my vision was far too poor to see beyond my nose. With a
sigh I retreated back to the closet to look for something more promising,
but nothing really availed itself. I'm not sure why, but I found myself
unable to resist my impulses. I walked out of the house and onto the
front walk. I was pulled deep into insanity as I found myself walking
further and further away from my hill, along the asphalt road through the
countryside. I traveled down my hill, across the creek, and up the long
hill. With nervous looks towards the distant homes, knowing that anyone
who happened to look out of their homes towards where I walked would have
been able to see me quite clearly, I hesitantly marched passed old man
Drucker's house with his bright mercury street light showing my pilgrim
self walking along to any who cared to glance my way. In time and a few
hills later I came to the last intersection with the main road. A long
driveway up the tallest hill to my right and before me the main road
bottomed out through the swampy area before rising sharply to the farm-
to-market road. The stars shone upon me, the houses stayed quiet
ignoring my insanity. At that moment I realized how stupid I was, having
put off that realization as long as I could sustain that insane impulse
to walk all this way. My mind thought of all the things I could do or
say if I were to be caught now, out here far away from home. There
wasn't anything I could really do to lie about why I was dressed in my
neighbor's pilgrim-girl dress and perhaps that is why I did it.
If a car came along now I didn't have anywhere to go. They would see me
on the road and if I tried to go off the road I was sure to be spotted
anyway unless I had a deep ditch or very high and thick weeds to melt
into. Doing that though would leave me with a very dirty pilgrim's
outfit that I couldn't have cleaned before it was discovered. I could
imagine right now that my parents, having awakened for some unknown
reason, were now searching for me and when I topped the hill by old man
Drucker's I would see the lights at home like a beacon of a lighthouse
and know that my ship would have to return and crash into those rocks
along the shore.
But I was safe. No one saw me that I know of. Not once did I see or
hear a car in the stillness of the night. No house had any light change
from off to on as near as I could tell. I made it back to the neighbor's
and did my best to put everything back the way it was. I made my way out
of the house through the window, shutting it behind me to walk within the
dew laden grass. As my bed complained as I returned under the cover, my
heart continued to beat wildly in my chest. My mind continued to dream
and desire that which I could never have.
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