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CINDERFELLA
BY
JANICE
My name is Mark and I am an only child. I am a black belt in Karate. I
stand five feet and one inch and weigh eighty nine pounds, which is the
reason I have a Black belt.
I stopped growing when I was ten years and in the intervening years I
had to learn to defend myself from the bullies at school.
I also, at about the same time I stopped growing, started admiring the
dresses the girls wore and wondered how I would look in one. For years I
wondered this but never had the chance to see.
Being as small as I was, life was hell for me. I could never get a
girlfriend and none of the guys wanted anything to do with me so I spent
a lonely childhood. I used to watch the girls playing and having fun and
admiring how cute they looked when all dressed up in their prettiest
dresses, wishing I was a girl because even a small girl had friends. If
I was a girl my age and size no one would give it a second thought, I
would be what they call petite, now I am just a runt, a shrimp.
I was fourteen in 1955 and still admiring the way the younger girls
dressed and still wondered how I would look in a dress like they wore.
About two weeks before my fifteenth birthday my mother, who was very
close to me and appreciative of my problem being a shrimp, asked me what
I wanted for my birthday. I told her I had to think about it.
I knew what I wanted; I just did not know how to tell her. I read,
secretly, all the magazines the pre teen girls read and had cut out
pictures of some of the nicest dresses. Just that week I had cut out a
picture of this simply beautiful pink dress that I think I would have
killed to just try on, much less wear.
I thought about what my mother asked me for about a week. I steeled
myself, I asked her to sit with me at the kitchen table and told her all
about my feelings, of wanting to wear dresses and pretend to be a girl;
I was ready to be at least slapped around or even ridiculed. I could
take the ridicule, after all the years of it, it wouldn't have bothered
me. I just didn't want my mom to be mad at me.
She just looked at me as I explained that I wanted to spend a day as a
girl, that would be the best birthday present I would ever want.
She got up from her chair, walked around to where I was sitting and took
me in her loving arms and hugged me. I could see tears in her eyes as
she hugged me.
"You said you had a picture?"
I showed her the one I had from the catalog.
"I have seen this at the Clothes Shack. Do you know what size?"
I realized that she was going to buy it for me. I started to cry.
Mom took some measurements and went to the store.
While she was gone I did what I sometimes do when she is away at work or
wherever. I went to her room and tried on some of her dresses. They were
all much too big for me but I wore them anyway playing that I was a
little girl playing grown up. She had a red slip with lace cups and a
big wide lace hem that I would pretend was an evening gown because it
came almost to my ankles. I never wanted to stuff the cups, pretending
that I was the pre teen that I looked like, because a pre teen girl
doesn't have breasts.
Mom came back. I waited just inside the door for her; I was back in my
regular clothes by then.
She had a large shopping bag with the name of the dress shop that
catered to young pre-teen girls, that is the shop that had the catalog
from where I got the picture of the dress. She handed the bag to me, "I
got a few accessories for it. I hope they fit. If they do...and you look
good...and you still want more girls clothes, we can go to a thrift shop
and get you some more; I can't afford to get you a whole new wardrobe.
OK'?
I took everything out of the bag; there was a package of panties, a
training bra, a cami, sox and shoes, and lace tights...and my dress.
"Wow, thanks mom. Can I go try it on"?
"Only if I can help you."
"OK".
We went to my room where I undressed to my shorts. I looked at her she
looked at me, she pointed to my shorts and made that motion that I
should remove them too, I did, embarrassed a little that she should see
me naked. It didn't seem to bother her so I shrugged and stood in front
of her as she handed me my new clothes one piece at a time.
I was dressed in record time. I felt so different dressed in girls'
things that fit, especially the training bra.
Mom fixed my hair in such a feminine style that I had a hard time
believing that the pretty young girl staring back at me from the mirror
was really me.
We had supper and watched some TV and mom asked if I liked the way I
looked. I told her that I loved it and if it was still ok with her we
could go get some more stuff tomorrow, which was a Saturday.
She told me that she was sure that I would agree that she got me a
casual dress to wear while shopping. She gave me one of her short night
gowns to sleep in that night which fit me like a waltz length gown.
I was up early the next day. I wore the bra, panties and cami under the
sundress she bought me.
Shopping was so much fun, trying on different dresses and skirts and
tops. They were having a bag sale, they give you a bag and it is only
$5.00 for everything you can stuff into it, we got two bags full.
We stopped for lunch then went home to put my things away; I stayed as
Lisa, my new name, all weekend; and a few more after that.
One Friday mom asked me if I wanted to go away for a weekend and mix
with people. Other than the shopping trip I spent my "girl time" at home
I had never been outside my house.
A friend at work had a time share near the beach and told mom she
couldn't use it and mom could have it if she wanted.
I agreed as long as it would be far away so no one would recognize me.
We drove for over an hour. I wore my pink dress and we had just about
everything I owned in two suitcases in the trunk.
At the house we unpacked and after changing into a tee shirt, with
training bra under it with just enough padding to look like I was
beginning to develop breasts, and a denim skirt we went for a walk to
the beach which was two blocks away.
On the way back there was a woman and girl, About 10 or eleven, sitting
on the front porch of their home next to ours. The woman invited us to
sit and we introduced each other. The girl was Marcia and she was the
same age as me, (?)11.
This was my first time mingling with someone so young and having to
pretend to be the same age, I think I pulled it off because she took me
to show me her room.
It was a typical young girls' room, as far as I knew. I got one look at
her closet and decided I was going to be her best girlfriend. It was
just stuffed with beautiful clothes and several of the newest fashions,
poodle skirts, crinolines and shirtwaist dresses. I had never worn a
poodle skirt but thought they were the most beautiful things a girl
could wear.
I knew too, that as soon as we got back home I would get my mother to
buy me some. Marcia even had some nice things to play with. She had a
few Barbie dolls and sets. She told me that her girlfriends were too old
to be playing with Barbie dolls but she still played with them from time
to time and asked if I wanted to play.
Taking my cues from her I said yes and we played for about an hour. It
sure was fun changing her (Barbie's) clothes and pretending we were on a
date with our boyfriends, I learned a lot about being a young girl from
her.
Marcia and I went to the beach the next day and she introduced me to
some of her girlfriends. I passed with flying colors. We spent the day
swimming and talking about some of the boys at the beach.
Now, one of the reasons I preferred being a girl at this age was because
we were not into boys too much and I knew I would not have to cope with
them because they can be such a pain at times.
Marcia was going to have a birthday party, she was going to be a grown
up 12 years old. I was invited, along with the three other girls I had
met, a total of five girls.
I wore my favorite, and only, party dress [Remember, this was in the mid
fifties when girls almost always wore dresses].
I was surprised, and a bit jealous to see that all the other girls were
wearing the poodle skirts; oh how I wished I had one, or two.
I was also surprised to see boys there. For awhile the girls and boys
stayed in their own groups. I don't know what the boys talked about, and
I didn't care, but us girls talked about our dresses and growing up.
Marcia's Mother, Edna, spoiled everything by playing some music and
having everyone dance. Naturally the girls wanted to dance together, I
was fine with that, I finally was getting to hold a girl in my arms; it
didn't matter to me that she, they, were only 11 and 12 and I was 14, I
was holding a girl, and some of them were really pretty.
Edna started pairing us off, boys with girls. I was not too happy with
that, I did not want to be holding a guy nor did I want a guy holding
me, but I knew I had to live with a few things I would rather not be
doing.
At first all of us were nervous dancing with boys and they were nervous
dancing with us but we soon got over it. My partner was Greg; he was the
oldest kid there, 14.
For the cake we sat boy, girl, boy, girl. But as soon as we all were
served we went different places to sit and eat, it was buffet style. I
sat on the porch swing hoping to get away from Greg who was getting to
be a pain in my ass; he kept following me all around and didn't let me
dance with any of the other boys. I really didn't want to but I felt
that as long as I had to, why not.
He followed me and sat on the swing next to me. We finished our cake and
I got up to go somewhere else but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down
next to him. He told me he liked me and wanted to take me to the movies
the next day.
Well, I figured that I was experiencing what it was like to be a pre-
teen, so, for some stupid reason, I accepted.
After the party Marcia and I cleaned up and talked about the party. She
was happy when I told her that I was going to go out with Greg the next
day, (I still didn't understand why I accepted).
She is the one who used the word "date". I never looked at it that way
but as I said, I wanted to live like a young girl the week and a half so
I did what I thought a girl would do.
Marcia told me that she could get a date and go with me; this made me
feel a bit better. I wasn't worried about Greg doing anything that would
give me away; we were both too young for that sort of stuff.
Obviously, I had never been out with a guy before but Marcia told me
that she had and would show me how to act. The first thing she did was
to tell me I should wear something nice and asked me if I had any of the
newest fashions, such as a poodle skirt. I told her I didn't but sure
would like to wear one, I had seen them and thought they were so pretty
and sexy looking.
Marcia told me she had a few and I could borrow one if I wanted, I
wanted. I tried one on, with the crinolines and fell immediately in love
with it. I knew I would soon have a few of my own as soon as we got
home.
I was up early the next morning. I told my mother that I had a date with
a boy that afternoon; she wasn't happy with it but there was nothing she
could do about it was there? What could she do, take me over her knee
and spank me?
I went to Marcia's and picked up the poodle skirt and crinoline. I took
them up to my room so I could dress there.
I wanted to share this first experience with my mother; my first poodle
skirt and my first date with a guy, even though the guy was years
younger than me and thought I was a 12 year old girl.
I am so comfortable in my Lisa personification that I thought nothing of
it when my mother came into my room as soon as I stepped out of my
shower. I was completely naked with my little Willy hanging down between
my legs, soft and almost withered; I had never even had an erection
because when I stopped growing my body stopped producing hormones. To
put it in a nutshell, I was a prepubescent 14 year old, and I loved
every minute of it, at least for the time being.
She handed me my Rumba panties and garter belt and stockings. Then she
helped me into my crinoline and then my poodle skirt. She hooked my
training bra behind me and stuffed the cups with cotton balls, and I
think she stuffed them a bit more that I usually stuffed them, and then
I put on my long sleeved white shirt and white stretch belt. I had my
hair in its usual ponytail. I thought I was cute and maybe even looked a
bit older, maybe thirteen but that was ok because Greg was thirteen. I
did like the fact that I looked like I had hips and a thinner waist than
normal thanks to the crinolines, and I liked looking that way.
Marcia came to my house to pick me up so we could walk to the movies
where we were to meet Greg and Paul, her "Boyfriend". It felt so weird
walking with my petticoat rubbing against my legs, weird but in a nice
way; and when I sat it felt as if my entire lower body was enveloped in
stiff lace. No wonder girls liked them so much.
I guess I was thinking like a twelve year old because I was surprised at
what happened there. The first thing Greg did was to grab my hand. At
least he didn't kiss me like Paul did to Marcia, at least not then.
The guy's bought the tickets (they were a dime each) and put their arms
around us as we looked for seats in the darkened theater. We found seats
by the aisle. It was not too long before Greg had his arm around my
shoulder and was leaning over in my direction. I knew what was going to
happen next. Did I really want to be kissed by a boy, and a boy so
young? No, I didn't, but Lisa did.
It seemed I had no choice; Greg kissed me on my cheek a few times. It
felt good. I was enjoying playing a girl this week and I thought to
myself, "What the hell."
The next time he kissed my cheek I turned to him and kissed him on his
lips, the first of many that afternoon. We made out so much that we
missed most of the movie and some times I felt a sort of stirring in my
dinky little penis; I had never in my life had that feeling and just
like being kissed, I liked it and wanted more. The more we kissed the
more I felt that feeling.
Greg was also feeling my breasts, what there was of them, but I we only
able to tell because I could feel his fingers on my chest.
After the movie, we stopped at a Pizza shop on our way home and the four
of us sat in a booth. Greg sat so close to me that my skirt fell over
most of his lap. Marcia and Paul were as busy as Greg and I. we were
told by our mothers to be home by 5 o'clock and it was getting late.
They walked us home with their arms around us. The final good by kiss
was the best. As Greg and I hugged, he stood so close to me that as in
the Pizzeria, my skirt enveloped him and to felt so good as he pressed
his body against me. As we kissed I felt his hand pressing my ass and
wished there was something I could do to arouse him as much as he was
arousing me; all I could think of was to squeeze his ass too.
Marcia and I went in my house first, where for the next hour all we did
was talk about our date.
We were called to the kitchen for supper. Marcia's mother was there and
we received some news that I both liked and hated.
Our mothers wanted to go out that night and they wanted us to stay
together in the same house until they got home at about one am.
What a day this was gong to be for me, making out with a guy all
afternoon, and staying with a girl all night. The down side was that
because we were so young, me 12 and Marcia 11, we would need a "sitter".
This was so embarrassing for me, especially since the sitter was
Marcia's regular one, a sixteen year old girl.
Marcia was happy that she would have a sleepover, I was not. I wanted no
part of sleeping with a girl so young, even though there was no way I
could do anything with her even if I was perverted enough to try. I
agreed to if my mom would pick me up when they got home so I wouldn't
have to stay all night. My mom readily agreed which I knew she would.
The sitter, Karen was beautiful and I sort of wished I was not in the
predicament I was in. I would have loved to be with her as myself, 14
year old Mark, even if she would turn me down, as every girl in my life
did, at least I would have tried.
She made us get into our night gowns at about 9 and into bed at 10. This
had been a day of thrills for me but the best was when Karen kissed us
both good night. Oh, how I wished she was kissing me (Mark) after me
taking her home from a big date.
Marcia's bed was small so we had to sleep cuddled in each others arms.
She had a favorite doll she slept with and she gave me one too. With our
arms wrapped around each other and holding our dolls, we were soon
asleep.
The sound of my mother coming into Marcia's room woke me. I sat up in
bed after unwrapping myself from Marcia's arms. I stepped into my fuzzy
slippers, and put on my robe. I leaned over and kissed Marcia good
night. I was half way home before I realized that I was still clutching
the doll in my arms.
Mom and I only had the place for three more days; we would be leaving on
Wednesday.
The next three days were the best I ever had, the four of us, Myself,
Marcia, Greg and Paul spent almost all day together. We went swimming
and spent a lot of time at the park making out.
I had come here hoping to be with a bunch of girls and wound up with a
boy friend. I think that was the best part. My mother was very upset
with the whole thing; she kept reminding how wrong it was no matter who
I went with, boy or girl; like I had to be reminded that I was 14 and my
friends were 12, or so.
I knew this but I didn't care.
The last day was a bit different. I said good by to Marcia with a
(girlish) kiss but when it came time to say goodbye to Greg, well it was
not just a kiss.
We had the car all packed. I was wearing a cute sundress. Greg and I
went behind the house and held each other like there was no tomorrow.
There were many kisses. I felt his hand lift the back of my dress and
gently squeeze my ass. Why should he have all the fun? I started
squeezing his ass.
A final kiss because my mother was blowing the horn. I got in the car
and left my first girlfriend and my first boyfriend, probably never to
see either of them again; and I didn't.
But they were not the last boyfriend, and girl friend I had.
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