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A GIRL IN THREE WEEKS
BY
JANICE
My name is Pete and I am a typical fourteen year old boy. I had a single
mother and a brother Bob, 18.
I liked, when I was able, to wear my mother's clothes, although they were
much too big for me, and I looked like a clown. But I felt so good in them
and that is what counted. I did wish I had a sister though, so I could
wear her clothes. I knew that a lot of boys wore their mothers or sisters
clothes at my age I just didn't know any who did; at least I don't think I
knew any. You don't go up your friend, and ask him if he wore girls'
clothes.
I had a great opportunity to dress because my brother worked until six
o'clock and my mother worked from four o'clock until one in the morning.
This gave me from about three thirty when mom went to work until just
before six thirty when Bob came home. Although it was nearing the end of
summer I did not get much time to dress because of the above. I sometimes
wished my mother worked normal hours so I could dress longer. By the way,
my name is Pete, but when dressed I like to call myself Pam.
One day I was wearing one of mom's skirts that fit me like a dress, and a
tank top. The skirt was a short one but looked like a long one on me. I
had to relieve myself, and when I finished I went back to my room, but
first I ran right into my brother in the hall. Who do you think was more
shocked, him or me?
I ran to my room but he cut me off before I could shut the door. Nothing
was said for several seconds. What does one say?
"Those things are a bit too big for you. You should get some things your
own size," he said to me.
I started undressing to get into my own clothes shaking so much that all I
could do was fumble like I had eleven thumbs on each hand.
He saw that all I wore under them was my boxers and a tee shirt. I started
to explain but he shushed me.
"Calm down Pete. Do you think you are the first boy to try on girls
clothes? I used to do it myself."
"Do you mean it?" I asked half sobbing.
"Sure I do. I haven't done it in a few years but I was pretty good. I had
some of my own clothes and I made a pretty good looking girl. All you need
is clothes your size and someone to help you."
"Did mom help you?"
"No. she never knew."
I was back in my own clothes by then. We went to the living room and
talked. I learned a lot during that talk.
After supper, which was mostly take out, or frozen foods, he took me to
his room. He opened the door to his closet and put a stool in it. "Watch
this," he said as he stood on the stool and opened a trap door to the
attic. He boosted himself up and climbed into the attic. A minute later he
was back on the stool. He climbed down and pulled a suitcase after him.
"These might help you," he said as he put the dusty suitcase on his bed.
He opened the suitcase. In it I saw some girls' clothes that I knew would
fit me, and a plastic bag.
"I used to use these when I was cross dressing. They work wonders." He
handed me a pair of realistic breasts and a waist cincher which he took
from the plastic bag.
"I thought you were just busting me. You really did cross dress?" I looked
at the clothes, not much; just two or three denim skirts and a few tops;
plus some undies, a few bras and panties. I tried the skirts and tops on
for size; they were almost a perfect fit. There was one more thing in the
suitcase, something that made all the difference in the world, a long
blond wig.
"We will have to wash them first. You can wear them tomorrow if you want.
Just don't let mom find out. If she does I will deny everything. OK?"
"OK. Thanks so much," I said. If I was a girl I would have hugged him.
I put everything in the washer and when they were finished, in the drier.
I put them in my room in my closet, on the floor under a pile of junk. I
heard mom come in a little after midnight. She has this habit of checking
on us when she comes home, sometimes one, or both of us are awake and we
wish her a good night. After she closed my door I got up and went to my
closet, took out a skirt and top and put them on and wore them as pajamas.
I could hardly wait for mom to go to work the next day. She was no sooner
out of the driveway when I was in my room getting my stuff ready to wear.
The only thing lacking was pantyhose, and shoes; no matter, I wore my
sneakers. It felt soooo good wearing clothes that fit me. I stuffed the
bra with the breast forms. I put on a little lipstick and just hung around
till Bob came home. He called me before he came and asked what I was
wearing. When I told him he said good and that he has a surprise for me.
I had TV dinners in the oven when he came home. He told me I looked
beautiful. I think I blushed.
"I had to guess at the sizes but these should fit. Do you have a girls'
name?" he handed me the bag which contained some panty hose, a bag of four
pair, and a pair of girls flat shoes in black. I had on the wig which I
spent a long time getting unsnarled. I put on the panty hose and the shoes
which did fit. I was so happy I hugged him.
I told him I used the name Pam when dressed.
We had supper and he told me all about when he was my age how he would
dress up when he was home alone, like when mom was working and I was at
school or playing with my friends. He even told me about the few times he
went out when we were asleep. It was mostly just a walk around the block.
I wished I had his nerve and told him.
"Why not go now?" he said.
"Go where?"
"For a walk. It is dark out. No one is around. They are all watching TV or
busy doing stuff."
I did want to go but I didn't want to go. It took him more than five
minutes to convince me; actually it took ten seconds, the rest of the time
I was pretending to be nervous.
Bob did have to tug me a bit to get me through the door but once we hit
the street I was good.
He took my hand and we walked around the block like two teenagers walking
together. I loved every minute of it, the breeze blowing on my pantyhose
covered legs, the feel of the hem of my skirt in my legs and Bobs' hand in
mine. We actually walked around twice. I did not want to go back inside.
We sat side by side on the couch watching TV until bedtime. I went into
moms' room and got a flannel night gown to sleep in. I kept my stuffed bra
and panties on under it. About an hour later I heard Bob passing my room
to his. I called him in my room. He sat on my bed next to me; I thanked
him for giving me such a good time that night. He told me it might be the
first of many and then...he kissed me on my forehead, like I was his
little sister getting a goodnight kiss.
I was stunned to say the least, for two reasons, one that he kissed me,
the other that I liked it.
The next day all I could think about was the kiss and how good it felt
walking hand in hand with him. He was right, there would be many more
nights like last night.
I met him at the door wearing another skirt and top. "Hi honey," he said
as he walked in, "I'm home." He put his arms around me and kissed me on my
cheek.
After supper we went for another walk, this time a long one; several
blocks. We walked along looking in shop windows, sometimes he held my hand
and others he had his arm around me. I loved being treated like a girl,
everything was different, even Bobs' treatment of me. Usually he treated
me as if I didn't exist; now I seemed to be the center of his life.
The weekend was boring because mom was off. I could not dress up but I did
sleep in her night gown, the one I borrowed last week. I meant to put it
in the laundry but forgot. Maybe next time.
I spent most of the weekend thinking of the past few days and the change
that had come over my brother, usually he paid little attention to me, and
since he found me in my mothers dress he was more attentive to me. I also
changed, I liked being with him and I felt comfortable holding his hand or
having his arm around my waist; I drew strength from it, as far as him
kissing me, I guess brothers sometimes do that to younger sisters.
I couldn't wait until mom went to work Monday so I could get into one of
my two skirts. I liked having clothes that fit. When Bob came home and
pretended he was my husband like we did last week, you know, "Hi hon. I'm
home" I was ready for his kiss, which I accepted. This time when he kissed
me he put his arms around me and hugged me as if I was a little sister.
All his kisses were on my cheek and always friendly.
"Is supper ready luv?" he asked.
"No, I'll put something on or do you want to order something?"
"Neither. I thought we can go for a burger and stop by the thrift shop and
get you some more clothes. You must be getting tired of wearing the same
things all the time."
"I would love that. Can we get a dress or two, and some nighties,
pleeese?" I asked like a little girl.
"Sure thing," he said. I fixed my lipstick and we went. We had burgers at
a fast food place where I realized that some of my friends hung out but it
seemed no one recognized me, I was glad of that, but from then on we went
across town when we went anywhere.
The thrift shop was fun; I got to try on a few dresses and skirts. Bob
bought me three dresses and as many skirts, a couple of night gowns and he
also bought me a fall and a winter coat. I might need them soon. It would
be three weeks until summer was over and school started.
It was after eight by the time we got home. It was a bit early but I
dressed for bed and watched TV with Bob until it was time for me to go to
bed. When mom checked on me I had the covers pulled way up and pretended I
was asleep.
This was pretty much the routine for the next three weeks. I would be at
home with mom, waiting until she went to work so I could be Pam. Bob and I
went out to eat almost every night and sometimes we would go to a movie.
Sometimes we would just go for a nice long walk and sometimes to the mall.
I did see some of the kids from school but it seemed that all I got was a
glance; sometimes more than a glance but Bob convinced me that they just
liked what they saw. He said that if I was alone I would have to fend off
so many boys I would have to start carrying a club. This made me feel
good, I made me feel that I would never be recognized, but I could have
lived without the boys hitting on me remark.
This weekend was Labor Day and our last weekend of freedom. I had to go
back to school and Bob had to go away to collage. I knew I would continue
to dress up but would it be as fun alone?
It was Friday and Bob wanted to take me out to a fancy diner as a going
away present.
The night before, he bought me a pretty dress that I so wanted to wear. He
said I could wear it out that night.
Everything I wore that night was brand new, from the skin on out. My dress
was lovely; it came to just above my knees and had spaghetti straps. It
had a low cut neck. It was light lilac with no adornment. I felt so
feminine in it. It was just tight enough to accent my hips and breasts.
My hair and make-up were perfect because I spent a lot of time on them and
I wore a pair of moms' high heel shoes. We took a cab to the diner; I was
too pretty to take a tacky bus.
I held Bob's arm as he escorted me through the door. I felt so good as
many of the diners turned to look at us, in my opinion, the prettiest
couple there.
"The L....... table." Bob, excuse me, Robert, told the matre 'd. We were
led to a nice table on the side. We sat and talked after Robert gave our
order.
"I have to tell you something," Robert said. "It may be a bit embarrassing
but it will work out for you in the long run. I hope you can forgive me."
"What can you have possibly done to make me mad at you?" I asked. I leaned
over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
"I told mom about what we have been doing." I was astonished. I felt
betrayed. How could he do this to me? I wanted to get up and leave, go
home and never wear a dress again.
I took a deep breath. "What did she say? Was she mad?" I fairly scowled.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?"
"I think you look gorgeous." I heard from the woman at the next table
whose back was to us all this time.
She turned and I saw it was mom. I was embarrassed that Bob would do this
to me, how could he. I hung my head as mom sat down at our table. I had
never seen her look so pretty. She was wearing a very pretty dress that I
had never seen before, at least not before yesterday when Bob bought the
one I was wearing; it was an exact duplicate of mine.
She had known all the time that I had been wearing her clothes. She talked
to Bob, she knew all about him too. She had caught him and allowed him to
dress up when I was not home. He lied when he told me she did not know
about him. I could have smacked him. Bob and mom worked out a plan to get
me dressed up and caught. It was not this exact plan but they were both in
on it.
Here, at this fancy restaurant, was the final touch. The plan was for her
to catch me so I had no excuse.
She was more than pleased how I looked, and said I could be Pam whenever I
wanted, and I wanted, a lot. We enjoyed our dinner. We drove home; she
used the car for work so Bob and I had to walk, ride the bus or take a
taxi most of the time when we went anywhere.
I spent the entire weekend as Pam and enjoyed every minute of it. Sunday
night we drove Bob to the train station. I was so sorry to see him going.
I had no idea when I would see him again. I guess we looked like a brother
and sister the way we hugged there on the platform.
The next day, Labor Day, mom and I had a barbeque in our backyard, just a
mother and daughter outing.
School started for me... and not much changed except that I had something
to do with myself all day before changing to Pam right after school. A few
weeks later mom got transferred to days so she could be home with her
"daughter" after school so I would not turn into a "latch key kid."
About once a month we drove up to visit Bob at school so he could see his
mother and "sister".
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