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DANCE BAND
BY
JANICE
It was the 1950s; Ned and I (Carl) were 15, next door neighbors and best
friends. We both had very similar lives; both had an older sister who
were also best friends, both had parents who worked a lot, and neither
had any close friends other than each other.
One of the most popular T.V. shows at that time, the 50s, was a show
where teenagers would dance to popular tunes.
The fashion trends, for girls, were poodle skirts. Ned and I both liked
that show and watched it whenever it was on; which was almost every day.
We both noticed how the girl's skirts would swing all over the place
when they swung to the music.
"I wonder how that feels," I said one day while watching the show.
"How what feels?" asked Ned.
"The way the girls' skirts sway. I hear our sisters, and other girls,
talk about how it feels against their legs. I was just wondering what
they were talking about is all."
"Want to find out?"
"Find out what?"
"How it feels to have the skirt flowing and rubbing on your legs, like
the girls talk about."
After a few seconds I said, "Do you mean we could put on a skirt and see
for ourselves?"
"Sure, why not? No one is home and won't be for a few hours. Betty has a
few skirts in the laundry hamper to be washed. We could put them on and
see what the hell they mean"
"I'm game if you are," I said.
We went to the hamper, pulled out a skirt each, with crinolines, took
off our pants and put on the skirts.
At first we were giggling too much to do anything but sway a bit. We
soon calmed down and went back to the TV room.
The show was almost over before we started dancing to the tunes. By the
last dance we were dancing with each other like many of the girls on the
show were doing. We did find out what the girls meant, we liked the
feeling and decided that from then on; whenever we watched the show, and
when it was feasible, we would do it in skirts.
Two weeks passed and we were soon dressing not only in skirts but in
complete outfits, with padding. We danced with each other for almost all
the dances. What we didn't like was that we had to take off the dresses
all too soon. What we did like was dancing the "slow ones" where we held
each other close. There weren't too many like that though, they were
mostly face to face and holding hands while staying far enough away so
as not to crush their skirts which were held out by the crinolines.
About a month later there was a family discussion. Both sets of parents
were going away for a working weekend and were going to leave Ned and me
in the care of our sisters. This was not good news to us; we thought we
were old enough to take care of ourselves.
Thursday, one day before the weekend, Ned and I had just put the dresses
back in the hamper when Carol and Betty, our sisters respectively, burst
in on us.
"Do you creeps really think you can take care of yourselves this
weekend?"
"Yea, why?"
"Because we were invited to spend the weekend at our friend's cabin on
the lake, and we don't want you two creeps hanging around with us."
Betty said. "If you let us go, we will owe you big." This was a dream
come true for us.
"Sure we can." I said looking at Ned. We were picturing a weekend with
no one to bother us, especially our dumb sisters. I answered for both of
us.
"O.K. but you owe us big. I am guessing we ought not tell mom and dad
about this." He was addressing both girls. (Just for the record; carol
was Ned's sister and Betty, mine, both girls were seventeen.)
Hands were shaken and pacts made. The girls would leave about an hour
after both of our parent's left.
"Do you know what this means, Ned?" I asked as soon as we were alone.
"Yes, we don't have our sisters around to bother us all weekend."
I hesitated before saying, "I don't know how to say this so I am just
going to say it and get it over with."
"What are you getting at, Carl."
"You know how we both hate it when we are wearing our sister's clothes
and we have to change after just an hour or so?"
"Yea. What about it?"
"Well, we can stay dressed for a few hours, maybe all day..."
Ned continued with..."Maybe all weekend."
"That would be so cool."
We planned to not only dress as girls for the entire weekend, but to be
girls all weekend. To do things girls would do whatever that would be.
Eight A.M. Saturday morning our parents left and an hour later our
sisters left with a stern warning that if we messed up anything, we
would both die slow and painful deaths.
Nine am. I called Ned to see if everything was clear. He told me yes and
that he could come over and we could get dressed. Ned told me he would
get dressed in his own house and to come through the back yards when
ready.
I started getting ready; I had been in my pajamas all morning. I had
everything all picked out that I was going to wear. Mostly it was just
my sister's clothes from the past few days that were still in the
laundry hamper. I did get a clean pair of panties and a clean bra from
her draw. I put them on and then the two crinolines and blue felt poodle
skirt. My top was a sleeveless, turtle neck shell. Neither of us had
gone this far before. I got a pair of pantyhose and pulled them on, I
learned that I should have done this before putting on the crinolines
and skirt; it was not impossible, but difficult, due to the layers of
clothes I had to keep pushing aside in order to get them up my legs. The
last thing I stepped into was a pair of carol's flat heeled shoes, I was
glad to see that they fit well.
I checked myself in the mirror a few times before going to the family
room to wait for Ned.
I stood at the back door ready to open it when he arrived. Ned opened
the door stepped through and kissed me on the lips. I stepped back a
step or two.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked roughly.
"We are supposed to be girls today and that is what girls do, they kiss
when they meet, remember?"
"Yea...I guess so," I said remembering how our sisters kissed all the
time, and kissed him back.
Holding hands we stepped back to look at each other.
He was wearing a pink satin Poodle skirt and a white boy's style shirt.
He had his shirt tucked in and a belt around his waist. He was wearing
black flat shoes and...he was wearing makeup. Both of us wore our long
hair in ponytails.
We stood there for a few minutes holding hands and looking each other
over.
After a few minutes we let go and went into the living room.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said. I went to carol's room and put on
some of her lipstick.
I went back to the living room and, as girls do, kissed him hello.
We didn't know what to do so we just sat around watching TV and reading
some of carol's magazines, waiting for our favorite show to come on so
we could dance with each other.
We had the most fun ever and when we danced the slow ones we held each
other closer than ever before. I kissed Ned several times during the
final dance.
The show over we sat next to each other on the couch, holding hands. We
looked each other in the eyes. It wasn't long before we were kissing
each other passionately. I had Ned lying down on the couch, I was on top
and my hand was under Ned's skirt reaching up it when the front door was
unlocked and two very pissed off sisters walked in.
Both of us were frozen, both girls were in shock. The girls saw their
brothers, dressed as girls, making out with each other.
Several moments of awkward silence passed. "What the hell are you doing
here? You are supposed to be away until tomorrow?"
From Betty, "Like you have room to ask questions. You are wearing my
clothes and having sex with your best friend and you ask me questions.
Get off that that boy, or is it a girl? And start explaining mister, or
is it miss."
Betty walked over and grabbed me by my wrist and yanked me off Ned. I
went flying across the room, skirts flying, I landed on my ass. Ned sat
up on the couch. Neither of us had as yet said a word.
"Get over there and help your girlfriend off the floor," Carol demanded.
Ned helped me up and we stood with our arms around each other. It was
still several minutes before we gained the power of speech.
Tearfully, we explained why we were dressed as girls; but no explanation
could explain why we were making out, it just happened.
It was I that asked why the girls were home a day early.
It seemed that there had been some heavy rain in the mountains where the
cabin was and they had to turn back because the roads were washed out.
"You know that you can not do anything about us wearing your clothed or
we will tell about you sneaking off and leaving us here by ourselves."
Ned said.
"Come on Carl, let's get changed."
Betty and Carol looked at each other. "Not yet," Betty said, "Carol and
I have something to talk about. You two "girls" stay here."
They went into the kitchen for a few minutes, and returned with big
smiles on their faces. Ned and I were sitting on opposite sides of the
couch.
"What we have here," Carol started, "Is a Mexican standoff. We can't
tell on you...and you can't tell on us. You girls said you like dressing
that way...right?"
"Yes," we said together, "but us kissing was just one of those things
that happened. We never did it before."
"Well...be that as it may, we will let you be girls, as you planned, for
the rest of the weekend. But you will have to do it right. We will help
you and you can see how it is to be one of us. How does that sound?"
After a few minutes of hesitation we agreed that it may be fun, being a
girl with other girls.
"OK then. Carol will take Ned home and dress him properly and I will do
the same for you."
Betty and carol kissed good by. "Aren't you girls going to kiss? We
girls do that a lot. Come on you give each other a big kiss; you were
doing it well enough before."
We shrugged, walked to each other and gave each other a big kiss.
An hour later a completely different Ned returned to my house.
Well, not completely different, he was wearing a short pleated skirt, a
white tee shirt and a gray hoodie, his hair and make up was better.
His make up made him look so pretty.
My sister had been busy with me all this time. She had me in a short
checked skirt, a blue Mickey Mouse tee shirt and a velour blazer. She
did my hair in a do that I never thought she could do because I didn't
think it was long enough. My make up was perfect.
Still in our roles; we kissed each other and...his sister kissed me, as
mine did him. To tell the truth, Carol's kiss was better than Ned's.
The girls wanted to take some pictures of us as their "sisters"; we
posed for several, some with them. Carol had one of those cameras that
give you the picture in about a minute.
After a lot of compliments Carol and Betty wanted to go for an ice cream
at the malt shop. With Many threats and cajoling, they convinced us to
go with them. I was very nervous but did want to go for ice cream. I
knew I was cute enough that I could pass for a girl; so was Ned. Ned was
hesitant so I took him by the hand and led him to the car, the top was
down (off). Our sisters gave us scarf's to tie around our heads and
purses to carry. We, Ned and I, sat in the back. I knew Ned was very
nervous as was I. It was only 15 minutes to the "Sweet Shop."
The girls held hands on the way in so did Ned and I.
We found a booth by the window. The girls decided to go to the ladies
room and asked us, with a few giggles, if we wanted to go. Even though I
felt completely comfortable dresses as a girl in a public place, I
didn't push it. I looked at Ned and his eyes were wide open as with
fright, I counted that as a no-no, Ned was too nervous to move, and to
tell the truth, so was I.
They were gone only a few minutes when two boys came to our booth. They
sat and I told them the seats were taken.
"We know." One of them said, the one who sat next to me, "Your
girlfriends told us you were new in town and asked us to show you
around." He continued.
I heard a car horn honk from outside. I looked out the window to see the
girl's wave as they pulled away from the curb. All the air was let out
of my sails then. I kept calm. I knew that if they found out we were
boys there would be trouble.
The guy next to me said, "I'm Bill and this is Frank."
"I'm..." "I'm who? Carl would not do...who am I?"
"She is Carol," Ned said giving me his sisters name, "I'm Beth. We were
just going to get an ice cream cone and go home but our rides just took
off."
"Not a problem," bill said and went to the counter for the ice cream.
"We can drive you home." He said as he handed us our cones. They took
our hands and led us out to their car in the parking lot.
The four of us stood by his car and talked while eating our cones.
Finished, we got in the car for them to drive us home; I got in front
with bill while Ned got in back with frank. Actually what happened was
that as soon as Ned/Beth got in back, Frank slid in next to him.
It was a straight line from our houses to the ice cream shop but about
half way, there was a park. Bill pulled into the park. "Oh-oh! I think
we are in trouble."
I looked at Ned who had a look of fear on his face. We no sooner found a
place to park when the boys were all over us. [You must remember that
this was 1955 when kissing was as far as boys and girls went for the
first few dates,]
So far today I have been kissed by my best friend, my best friend's
sister, my sister and now, a complete stranger; all of them were fun but
Bill's were the scariest because he did not know that I was a boy; not
only was it the most scariest but it turned my stomach. It was bad
enough when Ned kissed me but he would not kick the shit out of me the
way Bill would do if he found out that he was kissing a boy. I imagine
that Ned was going through the same thing. I could see Ned and Frank in
the back seat doing much the same as us,
About a half hour into this I was able to stop and convince Bill that we
had to get home.
Driving home I could see Ned and frank still at it in the back seat.
I could see our sisters sitting on the porch as we pulled into the
driveway. They ran over to the car. "Did you girls have a good time?"
"Yes," I said giving her a 'why the hell did you leave us there like
that?' look.
Then they asked the guys if they showed us a good time.
"A little but it sure would be nice if we got to know each other better"
Bill said.
"Why don't you take them to a movie tonight?" Betty said.
Both Ned and my jaw dropped. What was she doing?
"That would be wonderful," Bill said. We can pick them up at eight; the
drive- in opens at eight thirty. How does that sound?"
I was still speechless.
"They will be ready," Carol said.
Bill and Frank let us out of the car, kissed us, and left.
As soon as we were in the house I started yelling at my sister. "Why did
you do that?"
"Do what, sweetie?"
"You know what. Why did you leave us there and tell those guys to take
us home, and tell them we would go out with them?"
"Because," Betty said sweetly, "you wanted to see what it is like to be
a girl. We just showed you. Now, hurry and get ready for your date. You
too," she said looking at Ned.
"We are not going anywhere, except out of these clothes," I said.
If a stranger were to come in at that time he would have seen four
rather attractive girls arguing with each other.
"You can't make us do anything; if you try to make us go out with these
guys I will tell mom and dad that you went away for the weekend and left
us here alone."
I was looking at my sister; she just looked at me with a smirk on her
lovely face. (She was lovely and I was proud to have such a pretty
sister but there was no way I would ever tell her that).
"You can't prove that but we can prove that you two sissies were wearing
our dresses," she said holding the nearly dozen pictures they had taken
earlier that day. They were in several of them which would prove that
they were here and not away as I was going to tell mom and dad. We, Ned
and I, were dead meat.
Carol and Ned went home to get something for Ned to change into for our
"date." Betty took me to her room. She sat on her bed and just looked at
me while we waited. She asked me how my boyfriend kissed; I assumed she
was talking about Bill. I did not answer, I was as close to tears as I
have ever been but would not cry; I would not give her the satisfaction.
"No matter. Now why don't we see what we can find for you to wear so you
can look pretty for you boyfriend. We want to look good, don't we?"
She went to her bureau and closet and started taking things out.
Carol and Ned came back in a few minutes. Ned had an armful of clothes,
Carol made him carry what she had picked out for him, more salt in the
wounds.
They weren't finished humiliating us yet. They made us strip completely
naked. I want to say here that this was the most humiliating because Ned
had a big crush on my sister Betty and I was as much infatuated by
Carol. Can you imagine how we felt being naked in front of the girls we
were so hot for? It was no fun. Nature took its course and our sisters
looked at each other and giggled.
To embarrass us even more they made us dress each other, item by item.
Our dresses were pretty and low cut for those days. I think mine was
prettiest but Ned's was a close second. Another thing that helped us in
those days was the fact that wigs were popular so both girls had a few.
After several tries they found ones that were cute; both were short and
blond.
They did our make up, sprayed us with perfume and made us sit on the
couch holding hands while we waited for our "boyfriends."
I was doing fine until we heard a car pull up and the doorbell ring.
My heart went to my stomach, through my intestines and stopped just
short of coming out my ass.
Betty opened the door and let the guys' in. They smiled when they saw us
sitting there. (I too would smile if I saw two girls as pretty as we
were sitting there and knowing that I would be kissing one of them real
soon)
I was at a point that I didn't care anymore. All I wanted to do was get
this night over with. They took us to a drive in and, as most teens do
in a drive in, missed much of the movie.
They dropped us off just before eleven where we kissed our guys goodbye,
thankfully, hopefully, for the last time.
Our sisters were waiting up for us and came out to the car.
"Did you kids have a good time?" Betty asked all of us. I wondered if
she was going to make me...us...go out with them again.
"Great." They said.
"I'm glad. Now we have to get in and to bed. They," she said indicating
Ned and I, "have to get up early in the morning to go home. Come on
girls," she said opening the door. The guys blow us kisses and drove
away.
I can't speak for Ned but I was again close to crying, I wanted to hit
Betty and Carol. Carol took me by my hand, Betty took Ned's and took us
into the house.
As soon as we were inside I was going to let them have it, I had had
enough but I never got a chance to open my mouth. Carol started kissing
me, she kissed me like we were lovers, her tongue probing the deepest
regions of my mouth. Ned was getting the same from my sister.
"We are so sorry for making you go with these guys." Betty said when she
took her lips away. "It was supposed to be a joke that went too far. We
are really sorry. What can we do to make up for it?"
Ned and I looked at each other. I spoke for myself. "Well...if you
really want to make up to me, I can't speak for Ned, can I wear
something like this tomorrow; at least till before mom and dad come
home." I said looking at Betty who was still nestled up against Ned. "I
loved dressing like this but there is no way I want to go out with a
guy."
"Are you serious? You want to dress like a girl?
"Yes. It is fun and I feel so good in a dress," I said, and, since she
started it, I kissed Carol, who was still in my arms.
"I'm good with that, we can be sisters."
"Me too, the same," said Ned and he kissed my sister.
Carol and Ned went home hand in hand but they both kissed me and Betty
goodnight. Ned kissed almost as well as Carol.
Betty gave me a nightgown and we both went to bed.
The next day, until just before our parents came home, Betty, Carol,
Beth and I, who had a new name, Veronica, (can't have two girls named
Betty) hung around the house getting to know each other better. Our
sisters were surprised to find out how we had crunches on them.
This was the very beginning of summer. The four of us became best
girlfriends and went almost everywhere together. We sometimes paired
off, Betty and Ned/Beth; Carol and I/Veronica. I did not ever mention
how much I enjoyed the hello and goodbye kisses from the other three
girls. I wondered if Ned enjoyed kissing me as much as I did him. None
of us brought it up.
For the record, neither Ned nor I ever went out with guys again, not
that we wanted to, that once was enough.
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