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THE BLUE DRESS
BY
JANICE
My sister, Gwen, had had a birthday last month. Our grandmother gave her
a beautiful blue dress. Gwen said that it made her look too young, she
was 12 years old and not a little girl anymore; I am eleven and my name
is Norman.
I thought her dress was beautiful and was dying to wear it, but, being a
boy, that was out of the question; or was it?
I know that boys do not wear dresses, so when I did, I did it in private.
An eleven year old boy does not get much privacy so I did not get to wear
my sister's dresses often. I liked wearing them, I thought I looked cute,
I know I felt good in them.
Yesterday our Grandmother visited us so Gwen wore the dress. I could not
take my eyes off her in it. I so wished I was in that dress. I knew that
I would try to stay home from school in order to wear it. (I had done
this a few times in the past).
Mentally, I made plans. I would wear everything she wore with the dress.
I knew where it would be, it would be in the in the dry cleaning pile. I
started pretending to be sick that night.
I gave Gwen and my mother about a half an hour after they left; mom to
work and Gwen to school, before I started getting dressed. The first
thing I did was to get everything I was going to wear from Gwen's room.
I hung the dress on my closet door so that it was in sight all the time.
I went to Gwen's room and took all I would need. I was so excited about
wearing this beautiful dress that I wanted to go farther than I had ever
gone before. I usually wear a dress or skirt over just my underwear.
I took a pair of white lace stretch tights and a training bra out of
Gwen's dresser and a pair of shoes from her closet and took them to my
room.
Putting on the tights was not as easy as I thought it would be but I got
them on. The training bra was not at all difficult because it hooked in
front. (I was not yet smart enough to stuff the cups.)
In my tights and bra, I almost lunged for the dress. I pulled it over my
head and smoothed it down over my body. It had just one button in the
back, behind my neck. I looked in the mirror and saw the girl I wanted to
be that day.
She was wearing a pretty blue dress that came to just above her knees. It
had short puffy sleeves with elastic cuffs, a peter pan collar, and
flowers embroidered on the snug bodice. The waist was snug: although my
sister is older than I, we are pretty much the same size. Past dressing
tells me that. The skirt had three tiers of lace edged ruffles and came
to just above my knees.
I sat on my bed to put her shoes and socks on; the skirt felt a bit weird
rubbing on my knees the way it did. I buckled the cross straps on the
white patent leather shoes.
Looking in the mirror again, I could swear that Gwen was looking back at
me.
I played around with my hair and was able to put it in a rather crude
feminine style. I was again amazed at how much I looked like Gwen with my
hair like that. I played with her dolls for awhile.
I saw the Mailman put some mail in the box that was at the end of the
walk. Our house, like all the houses in the area. Was set back about
twenty feet from the sidewalk.
Mom told me that she was expecting an important letter and to get it as
soon as it arrived. Not wanting to change my clothes, I put on one of
Gwen's coats. It was blue, coincidently, like the dress. And had fake fur
at the cuffs and hem, and at the collar. It was a bit chilly out, "What
the hell." I thought to myself, "I might as well go all the way." I put
on a pair of gloves and picked up a purse as I passed her room.
I opened the front door slowly and carefully looked outside. I saw no one
out there. Quickly, I walked to the mailbox, took out the mail and
hurriedly brought it back to the house.
"That was scary, but fun." I thought as I started unbuttoning my coat. I
still had my gloves on so it was a bit difficult. (Did you notice that I
am now referring to things as "My"?)
"Should I?" I thought as I stood by the door. I could see myself in the
hall mirror. I saw Gwen there, not Norman. I checked every inch of the
girl in the mirror, Nope: Norman was not there. I ran to Gwen's room to
fetch her fake fur hat that matched the coat. I tied it under my chin.
I dared myself to walk to the end of the cul-de-sac we lived on. Our
house was the one on the end; there were seven houses, three on either
side of the street, and ours, the end one.
I put my key in my purse after locking the door. I walked slowly up the
sidewalk to the main street. I got there with no problem. I stood there
for a few minutes basking in the pleasure of being outside in a dress,
this had been one of my goals since I started dressing about a year ago,
this, and being allowed to wear dresses whenever I wanted to, and going
out, dressed, with my mother and sister.
Things were so different. I could feel the slight breeze blowing up my
dress, the feel of the hem of my dress and coat on my legs as I walked,
the one inch heels felt different than the sneakers I always wore.
"Girl," I told myself, "You've come this far, go for it. Take a walk
around the block." I took a deep breath and started the longest, most
pleasant, scariest, walk of my life.
I walked slowly, drinking in all the sights, looking at them from
different eyes, the eyes of a girl. The air even felt different. I walked
on, swinging my purse; I knew I had a big smile on my face. It must have
taken me an hour to walk around the block.
The back of my block is a shopping street with many stores. I spent a lot
of time looking in the windows, not daring to go inside. I took a lot of
time looking in the girl's clothing stores windows wishing that I had
this dress, or that skirt. Eventually, I found myself back on my street.
Reaching the cul-de-sac, I wanted to go around again but I knew I would
be pushing my luck. I turned down my street and headed home. The high I
was on would last a long time. I reached in my purse for my key to unlock
the door but found it unlocked, "I guess I forgot to lock it." I mumbled
under my breath.
I was thirsty and need a drink after my ordeal. I headed for the kitchen
while removing my coat; I hung it and my purse on the back of a kitchen
chair as I had seen my mother and sister do all the time. As I turned
around to open the refrigerator, I saw Gwen standing in the doorway.
We just stared at each other for a full minute. Gwen was the first to
find her voice, "I thought you were too sick to go to school, How come
you are outside...and wearing my clothes?"
I had no choice but to tell her the truth. I told her that I had been
dressing in her clothes for about a year. She made me pose for her. "That
dress looks good on you. If you want it, it's yours. You know how much I
hate it." Is all she said to me.
"Aren't you mad at me?"
"A little, because you are wearing my new tights. It is not unusual for
boys to want to wear girl's things. We read that in a Sociology class
last month."
I smoothed my skirt as I sat down. I had seen all the girls do that. She
got me a soda and we had a long talk. As we talked she got up and went
behind me and fixed my hair in a more girlish pony tail.
She explained that she too, felt a bit ill and got excused from school
early.
I enjoyed the talk we had, because she did not mind me wearing her
clothes but said I should ask next time...Oh! She gave me the blue dress.
We decided not to tell mom. I stayed in my very own dress until about an
hour before mom came home from work.
A few weeks later. It was a school holiday week. Since Gwen had found out
that I liked wearing girl's clothes we had had a few "sessions" as
sisters, not too many, but enough to be fun. We had to do it usually
between the time we got home from school and the time mom got home from
work. I could not dress every day because, first, I did not want to dress
every day: and second, some of Gwen's friends would come over from time
to time, usually after school.
Gwen had given me a few things she thought I would like. I was wearing a
pink tank top and a denim skirt, a training bra. I always wore one now
when I was a girl. Gwen stuffed the cups a little so I could look more
like her. My hair was in its usual ponytail.
It was just about lunch time when Gwen said to me, "Norman would you like
to go to the store with me? Mom wants me to pick up a few things."
"OK," I said, "just give me a few minutes to change."
"Why change? Why not go as you are?"
"Do you think I could?" I asked. I did so want to go out again. I was out
only that one time and that was a few weeks ago.
"Why not? Here, take one of my coats, grab one of my purses and let's
go."
I was only too happy to go out dressed as a girl again.
The walk to the market was fun for me. We did the shopping and started
home. I wanted to stay out as long as possible so I convinced Gwen to
stop at the park for awhile. I wanted to be a girl in the park, I wanted
to swing on the swings and see if it was different as a girl than as a
boy; it was, the wind blowing up my skirt was wonderful.
We bought some sandwiches and ate in the park. We were sitting at a
picnic table eating when I saw Gwen, who was sitting opposite me, look
over my shoulder. I thought I saw a look of panic on her face. I turned
around and saw two of her girlfriends coming toward us, they were only a
few feet away, there was nothing I could do.
"Hi Gwen. Who's your friend?" Tanya said as they sat at our table. I
looked around for a hole to crawl into, saw none, so I just sat there.
"Hi gang." Gwen said without missing a beat, "This is my cousin, Dawn.
She is visiting for a few days.
"I can see a resemblance." Said Rose, the other girl.
I could see both girls looking at me. After about five minutes Gwen and I
had to go home, now I could not wait to get there.
"By Gwen, by Dawn...son of a bitch, you're not Dawn. Tanya...this is
Norman, Gwen's brother." I felt like I was going to piss my pants. I knew
we could not fool them for long. What was going to happen now?
"Why is he wearing girl's clothes?" They said almost as one.
Gwen told them that I had lost a bet and had to spend a few hours as a
girl, wow, can she think fast.
I am not going to bore you with a lot of dialog here; I'm just going to
say that they thought it was cool.
They were so cool in fact that when we all walked home to my house I
confessed and told them that I was wearing a skirt because I liked to.
The four of us "girls" hung out at my house until it was time for them to
go home. When they left, they kissed Gwen, as they always did, and they
kissed me, I had been accepted, how cool is that?
We did make an appointment for Gwen and Dawn to meet Rose and Tanya the
next day.
Things worked out great for the rest of the week. The four of us went
everywhere together. They made sure that we did not meet anyone who knew
me, Norman, by not going anywhere Norman, or his friends, would go.
As soon as mom went to work, we would do our chores and get Dawn ready
for the day.
All too soon school was back and Dawn was put on the back burner, at
least till after school. We sometimes did our homework together. The
girls would come to our house directly from school, still in their
uniforms. I used to listen to them complain about the uniforms. I thought
they were so cool. Rose gave me one of hers.
I missed going out with them but with school and only about two hours a
day to spend as Dawn, it was out of the question because homework took at
least half that time. We would have had to be home in time for me to
change back to Norman. We just did our homework and hung around, as four
school girls doing what girls would do.
It was another school holiday, just one day this time. Mom was hardly out
of the door when I was in dress. Rose, Tanya, Gwen and I, (Dawn), were
going to the mall to get some clothes. I had some money and wanted some
(girls) clothes of my own. I didn't even have to hide my girl's clothes;
I kept them in Gwen's room along with hers. I had some but they were
given to me, I wanted some that were my own, brand new.
The girls came. I saw that they were wearing lipstick; Rose asked if I
wanted to wear some. Tanya put it on me while Gwen fixed my hair in its
usual ponytail.
We had a great time at the mall. I loved trying on dresses and had to
force myself to stop after four or five; I didn't want to get too carried
away. We walked around and even met some of the girl's friends; Gwen knew
some of them from school but not close. I was accepted as what I seemed
to be, a twelve year old girl. They even taught me how to flirt with some
of the guys who were at the mall girl watching. I was scared that they,
the guys, would actually pick us up.
We giggled and laughed all the way on the bus ride home.
A few months later:
Summer vacation.
By the time summer vacation started, I was one of the girls, I had all
day, from the time Mom went to work, to just before she came home to be
Dawn. The four of us went everywhere together. I even went with my sister
when she had sleepovers at the girl's houses. None of their mothers even
considered that I might be a boy, why should they; they all knew me as
Dawn. I did not even want to think what would happen if any of them
realized that I was a boy. The hardest thing was keeping my cross-
dressing from my mom.
I don't how we were able to get her to allow me, a boy, to go to
sleepovers at a girl's house. Things were going fine; until one day about
three weeks into summer vacation.
It was a typical day, the girls and I had spent most of the day at the
park watching some boys play ball, we knew some of the boys and even hung
around, a little, with some of them. I had been doing this for so long
now that it no longer bothered me.
I changed my clothes before mom came home from work.
One day she had two packages in her hands, "I went shopping on my lunch
break and saw something I know you would like." She said handing Gwen and
I each a package.
Gwen opened hers first. It was a dress, something for special. She held
it against her and showed us how it looked; I knew I would be asking her
to wear it soon.
'Open yours Norman," Mom said. I opened mine and took out a dress
identical to Gwen's. Gwen and I looked at each other. "Uhhh..." is all I
could say.
"Do you like it? Is it the right size? I got the same size as Gwen's
because her things seem to fit you so well."
I just stood there holding the dress, looking at my mother.
"Oh, come now. Do you think I don't know you have been going around
wearing dresses? I have seen you at the Mall several times, and when you
went to the sleepovers, the girl's mothers called me and asked if my two
girls could stay there... Fortunately, I had seen you several times at
the mall with Gwen and her friends so I was able to know who they meant.
Did you forget that I work right next to the mall?" We did, "Now do you
want to go try it on? I would love to see you up close." She said looking
at me.
It took me a few seconds to move, I ran, with Gwen, to my room. With
shaking hand I got into the dress. I just put it on over my underwear. I
met Gwen outside my room. Holding hands, we went to the family room to
show mom.
"Well Norman, I hope you look better when you go out. The dress looks
good but you look like a boy in a dress."
"Oh he looks better when done up right. He looks pretty when he is all
done up right." Gwen said, "You should see him."
"I have, but not so close." Mom said with a smile.
"Well, I will get a chance. Tomorrow is Saturday and I have a coupon from
my boss for a free family dinner at a fancy restaurant. I want to take my
two girls." She looked at me, "Do you want to wear that dress, or a shirt
and pants?"
"I want to wear this, if it's OK." I said pointing to my dress.
"Of course it is. Why do you think I bought it for you? Now change and
comeback here, we have a lot to talk about, young lady."
Well, you can probably guess what we talked about. We talked all through
supper and late into the night. It was agreed that I could continue
dressing but I would have to buy my own clothes. The dress was a gift
just to show me that she loved me and was cool with me.
Mom asked me if I had a girls name and if I liked boys, the answer was
yes, Dawn, and no, and I did not like boys...at least not the way she
meant.
The end...maybe.
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