Andersonville 23 A Twinkle in her Father s Eyes
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My son, my daughter
BY
JANICE
I am the Mother of a 13-year-old girl and a 15-year-old son. My
daughter, Shirley, is a blessing, my son, Dick is a terror. I was at a
loss with what to do to him to make him behave. I had tried several
kinds of punishment to change his ways but none seemed to work.
He accepted his punishments with no complaints and just went back to his
rebellious ways when it was over. I was running out of options.
It was just after Halloween when things seemed to come together. He was
getting out of hand again and, coincidentally; I had been reading about
something called petticoat punishment. I thought I would try it.
Shirley wore a Halloween costume that I thought just might do the trick.
She had gone dressed as Shirley Temple. (Her namesake) She wore a big
version of a little girl's dress. It was all frills and ruffles and had
a ruffled petticoat under it that pushed the skirt way out from her
hips. There was a blond wig with lots of curls that came with the dress.
Dick had teased Shirley for the last time, I decided to put a stop to it
and try out the petticoat punishment, and I thought I would go even a
little further. Petticoat punishment is making a boy dress in girl's
clothes as punishment; that is a rather loose interpretation but it will
do.
I got together with Shirley and worked out between us what we were going
to do to Dick the next time he became obnoxious, I had Shirley get her
costume, all of it. I made Dick undress in Shirley's room with Shirley
and me both watching him. I could see he was embarrassed; he stood there
covering up his nakedness with his hands. The costume did not come with
them but I bought him the fanciest and sexiest panties and bra set I
could find.
Shirley did all the work while I just sat on her bed and watched. She
pulled the panties up his legs and around his hips.
She then put on his bra and stuffed the cups with face cloths. She
allowed him to put the dress on by himself. We could see his face
getting redder and redder. Shirley buttoned up the back for him when he
had everything on, the stiff petticoat and frilly bloomers. When he sat
on the floor to put on the white patent leather Mary Jane's his skirt
came all around him in a circle, he looked so cute, just like a little
girl sitting on the floor. Did I mention that we supplied a pair of
white stretch tights? Well...we did.
He stood and we checked him out, a little tug here and there and we were
satisfied. He was ready for his wig. He looked just like a grown up
version of a little girl except he had a bust. The final touch,
lipstick. He just stood there without saying a word. I have to give him
credit, he was tough.
Shirley made the last move, she gave him a doll and told him he had to
carry it all the time when he was... who? We wanted to give him a real
sissy name, and that is what we named him...Sissy.
I could see in his eyes he was fuming but the eyes were the only things
that showed it. Outwardly he was calm and cool, even smiling. He
clutched his doll like a little girl would. It was almost suppertime.
Shirley helped me set the table; we were able to see Dick in the living
room. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor playing with his doll. I
knew what he was doing, he was trying to show me that he could take
anything I could dish out, it was a battle of wills and I was going to
win.
He came to the table, still holding the doll, spread his dress out and
sat. He ate supper like a little girl, talking to his doll and even
pretending to feed it from time to time.
"What's your dolly's name, Sissy?" Shirley asked.
"Her name is Betty and she said that if you want to know anything else
you should ask her, isn't that right Betty?" He said and held his doll
up and talked in a little girl's voice. "That's right. I can talk for
myself." He kissed the doll and sat her back on his lap.
We finished supper and cleaned the dishes while Dick and Betty sat on
the floor watching t.v. I wouldn't let him sit in a chair so he lay on
the floor with Betty, watching TV. until bedtime.
"Ok, Sissy. It is time for bed." I said.
He stood up and asked, "Are you going to undress me and tuck me in or do
you think I am big enough to do it myself?"
"I think you have been through enough this time. Go to bed and remember
this will happen again if you misbehave. I knew he was relieved but did
not show it. He simply picked up his doll, "Let's go Betty," he said,
"It's time for bed." Just to get in the last licks, he took Betty to his
bedroom with him. Just outside his bedroom door he hugged Betty and gave
her a kiss.
In the next two weeks Sissy showed up about five times. One of the times
my sister came over to show us her new baby. She was both shocked and
amused to see Dick in a little girl's dress and playing with his doll.
She teased him a bit but soon ignored him.
There was a time that I thought she went to far in her teasing but dick
just took it and even played along with her. My sister, Fran, wanted to
feed her baby; she breast-fed her. She opened her shirt, took out her
breast and fed the baby. Dick watched and imitated her. He pretended to
open the top of his dress and remove his breast, he had to pretend
because his dress buttoned up the back and he was not deft enough to
open the buttons himself. He held his doll to his breast and pretended
to feed her the while Fran fed her baby.
When Fran finished, and before putting her breast away she teasingly
hefted it up to Sissy "Are you hungry, little miss?" she asked. "There's
enough for another baby."
Dick just looked at her and smiled.
Fran must have told everyone about Sissy because later that day the
whole family came over to see my new little girl. The family was my
nephew; Dicks best friend Mason, and my niece Helen. Helen was the only
one who teased Dick. They stayed for about an hour and left. I noted
that Mason sat on the floor with dick and talked quietly. I should have
expected this because Dick and Mason were the best of friends.
It was thanksgiving morning and my sister and family was coming for
dinner. Dick had misbehaved again and I told him that it being
Thanksgiving was no reason for him to skip punishment. He had to have
dinner as Sissy. The only concession I gave him was that he could dress
himself while we, Shirley and I, prepared dinner.
Fran and the kids came and I called Dick from his room. When he came out
of his room I got the shock of my life. I can only say that a girl did
come out, but it wasn't little Sissy; it was more like a Cissy that came
out.
He was wearing one of Shirley's dresses. It was an old one. It was
short, to mid thigh, red scotch plaid with a scoop neck and cap sleeves.
He had his breasts, which filled out the front and made him look so
feminine. I saw he was wearing pantyhose and a pair of my high-heeled
shoes. The dress fit him perfectly. I never realised that he and Shirley
were so close to the same size. He had makeup on and he did not do so
badly, and he had fixed his long hair in to a ponytail. He looked so
much like Shirley that they might pass for twins.
"I'm here. How do I look?" he said and did a slow turn to show us all of
him.
"You're cute." We all said almost in unison. And he was cute.
"I'm glad you like it because I don't want to change back into my other
dress. Can I keep this on mom, please? I'll behave myself if you let
me." He almost begged.
"Ok, but you better behave or the next time you will have to be punished
twice as long." I told him. He even helped Shirley and I set the table.
The dinner conversation covered many subjects and we got one thing
straightened out. Dick made a deal with me, if I let him dress like a
big girl whenever he wanted to, he would be on his best behavior. He
would do his chores and homework everyday. I agreed. We found out that
this was the first time he ever wore a grown up dress and he liked it so
much that he decided to make this deal. I told him that I would not buy
him any clothes. He would have to get his own. Shirley told him he could
share hers but he had to let her pick out what she would let him have.
He helped with the dishes after dinner. Mason and he went to his room to
watch TV until it was time for the company to leave. Oh, one thing more,
he didn't want to be called Sissy anymore; we were to call him Dawn.
The next few weeks were a pleasure at our house. I never knew who was
going to be there. Whether it was Dick, Sissy or Dawn. He and Shirley
would both sometimes wear little girl's dresses and play with dolls and
have fun just being little girls together. Shirley seemed to love it
when she could revert to being a little girl again and having a best
friend and a sister in the bargain, and Dick had the same feeling. He
had a best girlfriend, and a playmate.
They had the same closeness as big girl's, a few times, a very few
times, they went to the mall together, Shirley and Dawn. I spent a lot
of time teaching him how to do his make up so he could pass. He never
was out of hand for he knew that if he did there would be no more
dresses; would you call that reverse petticoat punishment? He would
sometimes go to my sisters, as Dawn, to hang out with Mason. Life was
good. I had a son who was behaving and two daughters who were a
pleasure.
Dick had been able to buy some clothes for Dawn and with what Shirley
shared with him, he had no want for things to wear.
Christmas we were going to my sisters, she only lived two blocks away.
Shirley and I chipped in and bought Dawn a very pretty dress. We gave it
to him (I can not bring myself to think of him as her, no matter how he
dressed) Christmas Eve so he could wear it to my sisters' house. He
asked if he could have his nails polished. Shirley did them for him and
just for the fun of it gave him a pedicure.
When he opened his present he was so thrilled that he gave us both a
kiss. We knew he would like it because he had pointed it out to us when
we went to the mall together.
He was up early Christmas morning. We opened our presents while in our
night gowns and robes, all three of us; he had taken to sleeping in
girl's night clothes almost all the time now. The dress was the only
thing Dawn had gotten; Dick still had a life. We had breakfast together
and went to our rooms to get dressed.
He was all dressed when he called me to help with his make up, he still
needed help and I was so glad to help him. He was lovely in his new
dress. It was a two piece look, a black velvet skirt that came down
almost to the floor and was loose from the waist. The shirt was white
with long sleeves that ended in ruffles. It had a V-neck also trimmed in
ruffles. I had given him a few of my shoes that I no longer wore; he had
on a pair of black 2" high pumps. Shirley showed him how to give himself
some cleavage. Looking at him I could see no trace of Dick, my wayward
son; I saw only my oldest girl, and a lovely one at that. I fixed his
hair in a French twist, it was long enough.
He asked if he could wear some perfume, I sprayed some of mine on him.
Shirley and I were ready. We put on our coats to leave when I noticed
that Dick was wearing his old cloth coat. His dress was too pretty for
it so I let him wear on of my fur trimmed ones. He thanked me with a
kiss.
Arriving at my sisters we all kissed each other, Dick and Mason even
kissed as if boy and girl cousins, just a cheek peck. There was some
more gift exchanging and I think Dick was a bit disappointed because
there were no gifts for Dawn. I knew my sister did not approve of my
letting Dick wear dresses but she did not have to put up with the shit I
had to before he realised how much he loved it.
A few hours later Fran called everyone to dinner. I looked around and
did not see Dick or Mason; I went to Mason's room and opened the door.
What I saw made me speechless. Mason was sitting in a chair with Dick
sitting on his lap and they were kissing each other, it was not a cousin
kiss but a lover's lip lock. To make things worse; Dick's skirt was up
around his waist. I could see that he was not wearing pantyhose or
panties; he wore a garter belt and stockings. Mason had his hand all the
way up Dick's dress.
Dick jumped off Mason's lap and straightened his dress. Mason stood up.
I had let out a scream when I saw them in that position. Everyone came
running to Mason's room. Mason and Dick stood there for a second or two.
They put their arms around each other and faced us. Neither of them
spoke, I told everyone what I saw.
"Is this true?" Fran asked.
The boys looked at each other, gave each other another kiss and Dick
said, "Does this answer your question?"
We all were in a state of shock. Dick said, "Did you say supper is
ready? I'm starving. Let's go eat." They walked past us holding each
other's hands. They went to the table and sat down next to each other;
still holding hands. I guess we, Fran and I figured that to make a scene
would be the worst thing we could do so we calmly asked what was that
scene all about.
They, Dick and Mason were completely honest. They told us that they had
been doing it, kissing each other, for about a year and thought they
were gay ;( was there any doubt?)
There had been other sessions where they played with each other,
especially since Dick had been going over there in his dresses. It felt
not so dirty doing it that way. They said there was no way they were
going to change so we might as well learn to live with it.
Shirley thought it was so cool. When asked if Mason ever wore a dress or
dressed as a girl he said no, he never had the urge. He was happy that
his best friend could. The conversation went on for the entire dinner
and after. We adjoined to the living room to continue. Mason sat in a
chair and like upstairs, Dick sat on his lap but Mason kept his hands to
himself.
Knowing that no matter what I said or did, Dick was going to keep
wearing a dress. I did try to explain to him about having a relation
with Mason was not right, they were both boys and wearing a dress did
not make him a girl. He said that nothing was going to change and to
emphasize the point he leaned over and French kissed Mason, who was just
as adamant about his feelings. Fran and I burst into tears. They, Mason
and Dick, came over to Fran and me and held us. They explained that they
meant no disrespect but were going to keep seeing each other no matter
what. We reluctantly agreed to let them continue seeing each other.
They went for a walk later, hand in hand. They did make a lovely couple.
From that day on there were many changes in our household, most of them
for the good. Coming out of the closet seemed to be the catalyst for
Dick. He was never a problem after that. He respected Shirley and me. He
would sometimes, along with Shirley, put on his little girl dress and
play with her. When they played house he would be the little girl while
she, wearing some of my things is the mommy. Shirley and Dawn would have
long girl talks together and would go shopping together. I still felt a
little ill at ease when Dawn and Mason went out on dates but I learned
to live with it.
I think the thing that finally won me over was the times Dawn tried to
have girl to girl talks with me, we eventually would have Mother and
daughter days together; just the three of us, me Dawn and Shirley.
My birthday was when everything was forgiven all over. Mason and Dawn
took me out for my birthday. I had the most fun in years. I accepted
Mason back in my life.
Dick turned out to be the nicest son, and the greatest daughter a Mother
ever had, equal to Shirley; I made a point to include her in almost
everything Dawn and I did together.
That was two years ago. Dawn and Mason are still together and are
talking about setting up house in a few months when they both turn 18.
One point that may or may not make a difference, Dick and Mason are no
longer friends, Dawn is the one that sees Mason and who spends most of
her time with him, I mean to say that when they are together it is never
Mason and Dick always Mason and Dawn, and why not? She is a wonderful
girl.
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