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I grew up in central Texas in the early sixties. At 10 years old, I was
small for my age, with a high voice, slim build and delicate features.
I had many friends, but I was afraid of bigger boys, and sometimes they
called me a sissy. My self-image wasn't enhanced by the fact that I
occasionally liked to borrow my sister's panties and try them on. There
was something about the look and feel of panties that excited me. I had
been caught by my Mom a couple of times and felt very guilty about it.
But all in all, I was a very happy kid. Summer vacations were
especially fun. I spent most summers with my grandmother at her large
house in the upscale Lakewood area of Dallas. My late grandfather had
been very successful, and "Gran" took every opportunity to indulge me
when I was there. I spent my days playing, exploring her large house,
and swimming at the Country Club. In the evening, we would go out to
dinner, then see a movie or watch TV. Gran was very indulgent and
accepting, and I always felt very loved when I was with her.
Gran had another daughter, Carolyn, much younger than my mom, who had
just graduated from SMU and moved away. One day, while playing in
Carolyn's old room, I discovered some of her old clothes. There was a
closet full of dresses and shoes, and in her dresser I found a complete
assortment of lingerie and nightwear. Gran was taking a nap at the
time, and as I ran my fingers through the silky feminine treasures, I
just couldn't resist. Taking off my boy's clothes, I pulled out a pair
of sheer white, lace-trimmed nylon panties, slipped them up my legs and
around my waist. Even though they were a little large, they felt cool
and slippery and feminine! There was another drawer with garter belts
and stockings. I loved the look and feel of stockings on my legs, so i
carefully pulled them on and with a little effort, figured out how to
put a lacy garter belt around my waist and attach the tabs to the tops
of the stockings. The clothes were comically large for me, but I loved
the feel of them and how they made me feel like a prissy little girl.
Next, I pulled a bra from the dresser and put it on. It fit loosely
around my chest, but in the mirror, I saw a feminized reflection of
myself. A beautiful, lacy slip was next, and the sensation of the
fabric around my body and lace hem tickling my nylon-encased legs put me
into heaven. I began looking for a dress, and found a cute, puffy
sleeved floral print. I pulled the dress over my head and finally got
my arms through the sleeves. As the lacy neckline settled over my head
and onto my shoulders, my head popped through and I saw Gran standing
there looking at me!
All the shame and embarrassment I had ever felt about wanting to wear
girls' clothes welled up in me and I began to cry. But Gran stepped
over to me quickly and gave me a hug and chuckled and said that I looked
very pretty! I was still in a state of shock, and I think Gran sensed
this, and she began to straighten the dress around my shoulders and
waist and to puff out the short sleeves.
"That's a very nice dress you picked out. Would you like to wear it
today?" My embarrassment began to give way to relief as I nodded to
Gran, hugging her tearfully, as I began to understand that she wasn't
angry or upset with me. I had never felt so accepted and loved.
Gran brought out a pair of pretty, low-heeled pumps and said, "These
would go well with that dress. Would you like to try them on?" I
slipped my nylon covered toes into the shoes, only to discover that they
were too large to walk in.
"Well, we'll just need to get you some pretty shoes in your size," she
said. Let's go to the store and get you some shoes more appropriate for
a little girl." I had never in my wildest dreams expected this! Gran's
acceptance made me feel so happy! I gave her a big hug and said that I
would like that.
She added, "Those clothes are too large for you, too. Could I get you a
pretty dress in your size to wear while you stay here?" I told her that
I would love to, and after taking a few measurements of my height,
waist, and chest, I changed back into my boy's clothes (keeping a pair
of panties on underneath).
Within the hour, Gran and I were on our way to Neiman-Marcus. I still
didn't know how we were going to pull this off, but Gran was pretty
sharp and saved me from any embarrassment. Our first stop was the shoe
department. We looked through girls' shoes, with Gran quietly asking me
if I liked any particular styles. I loved a pair of black patent
leather Mary Janes. Approaching the saleslady, Gran said that we were
looking for some tennis shoes for me, and while the saleslady sized my
feet, Gran made note that I was a girls size 9. After choosing a pair
of boys' tennis shoes, she told the saleslady that she was also looking
for some shoes for her granddaughter, who wore a girls' size 9. If the
saleslady suspected anything, she never let on, and I was too excited to
notice. Gran also bought a pair of cute little white girls' ankle
socks. Next stop was the girls' department, where we bought cute yellow
jumper dress and blouse set. I couldn't wait to get home and put it on,
but we weren't done shopping. Next stop: lingerie. I almost fainted as
I realized that I would be able to choose from all of these beautiful,
girlish panties, slips, and nighties. Gran even made sure that we
bought a garter belt and two pairs of sheer beige nylon stockings.
Finally, she bought a cute little training bra with pink embroidered
flowers on the front. On the drive home, I could barely think, but I
had never been so happy as I was thinking about my new found treasures.
Once back home, Gran started by having me take a long bubble bath and
having me wash my hair. I had barely any body hair, but Gran suggested
that I shave my legs and underarms. I was very careful and shaved with
barely a nick. As I dried myself, I noticed that Gran had left a pair
of lacy, pink nylon panties and a frilly, white nylon dressing gown for
me to wear. I stepped into the panties realizing for the first time
that these were MY panties, not some borrowed secretly from someone
else. I drew the nylon and lace up my legs and over my waist. The
waistband fit snugly around me and the soft nylon cupped my bottom,
making me feel so girlish! I admired myself in the mirror, turning my
hips this way and that, and reflecting that I finally had my own girl's
clothes. After coming back to earth, I put on the beautiful dressing
gown, feeling the luxurious nylon envelop me in softness, lace, and
frills. I stepped out of the bathroom and Gran took me to her dressing
table. She started by thinning my eyebrows into feminine arches. Then
she took a bottle of red nail polish, saying, "All girls should have
pretty painted nails, would you like to wear some polish?"
I had never worn nail polish, but envied girls who did. I nodded to
Gran, and with infinite patience, Gran applied the first coat of polish
to my fingers and toes, taking the time to show me the technique. After
what seemed like forever, the first coat was dry, and Gran had me apply
the second coat myself. Here I was, sitting in my Grandmother's
beautiful house, dressed in panties and a dressing gown, carefully
putting on nail polish like a real girl!
"The polish will last longer if you put on two coats," said Gran, and I
began to wonder just how much dressing up Gran had in mind for me!
After the second coat was dry, Gran had me take off the dressing gown
and slipped the garter belt around my waist and adjusted the hooks and
eyes in back to fit. She threaded the tabs through my panties. Then
she handed me the beige nylon stockings and showed me how to roll them
into a donut and slip them over my toes. I drew the stockings up my leg
and saw the reinforced nylon covering my toes and heels! The feeling of
the nylons sliding up my now smooth, hairless legs was exquisite. More
exciting was the fact that they actually fit! Gran helped me attach the
tabs to the top of the stockings, and I could feel the tension in the
stockings caressing my legs. Next, Gran pulled out the training bra.
She showed me how to put it on backwards to attach the hooks, then turn
it around and slip my arms through the straps. Every time I had worn
girl's clothes before, they had been too large, but all the clothes fit
like they were made for me! A pretty white slip was next. It fell to
mid-thigh, just below the tops of my stockings, and the fabric hugged
and caressed my body. I was completely encased in nylon and lace. I
put on the blouse, and after a little difficulty buttoning the "girls'
side" buttons, I was ready to put on the dress. Gran held it over my
head, I lifted my arms and put them through the sleeves. She pulled the
hem down my waist and it settled just above my knees. Gran straightened
here and there, making sure the dress hung properly, then said, "Let's
try those shoes now."
I had always admired those cute little lace-topped ankle socks that
girls wore, and now I was going to wear some of my own. I almost hated
to see my pretty nyloned and polished toes disappear into the socks, but
when Gran turned the tops down, I felt just like a girl. Finally, Gran
pulled out the beautiful, gleaming black patent leather shoes. I
slipped into them, and Gran attached the little straps over the tops of
my feet.
It was done. For the first time, I was dressed from the skin out in
girl's clothes that actually fit me. It was heavenly, and it felt so
right that I couldn't imagine taking the clothes off. I turned to look
in the mirror, and from the neck down, I looked like a slim girl with
pretty legs. But from the neck up, it was still me.
"But what about my hair?" I asked.
Gran replied, "Carolyn had a wig in her closet, come help me look." We
walked down the hall toward Carolyn's old room, and as I walked, I felt
the swish of the dress and slip against my nyloned thighs and the snug
panties around my bottom. Gran found the wig on a top shelf. It was
light brown with frosted highlights. Gran took it out of the box and
carefully put it on my head. The cap was a little large, but it came
down past my shoulders and I felt the waves of hair tickling my neck and
the sides of my face.
"That's better," she said, "Would you like to try a little makeup?"
I had clumsily tried a little lipstick before, but nothing else. We
went back to her dressing table, and Gran had me take off the wig while
she showed me all about makeup. Gran showed me how to apply a light
coat of moisturizer, then foundation and powder. "That's alright for
now, but we may need to find something a little closer to your shade."
How much dressing was Gran expecting me to do? Next, she applied
eyeshadow, then mascara, and just a touch of blush. Putting the wig
back on me and brushing it out, she had me turn and look in the mirror.
I saw a pretty young girl, with large, oval eyes, long eyelashes, big
waves of beautiful "Texas" hair, and smooth skin. "Now for the lips,"
she said, and handed me a tube of pink frost lipstick. She had me apply
it myself, making sure I didn't overapply, and I could taste the
lipstick as as I drew it carefully over my lips. She showed me how to
purse my lips onto a tissue just like I had seen my mom and sisters do,
and then she told me to stand up and look in the mirror.
I looked just like a girl. I had never felt so good in my life. My
panties and stockings, my slip, bra, and dress enfolded me in
femininity, and the makeup and wig made me LOOK like a real girl. I
actually looked pretty! And for the first time, I FELT pretty. I never
wanted this to end.
"You look very pretty. Walk around for me," said Gran.
The new shoes felt funny on the carpet, but I took my first few
tentative steps as a girl.
"Do you like this?" she asked, and I told her yes.
"Well, then let's spend the rest of the day with you as a girl. We can
do girl things."
Gran offered me advice on posture and how to walk like a girl. It was
awkward at first, but the more I listened and practiced, the more
natural it became. After awhile, I began to realize that it wasn't just
clothes that made the girl, but mannerisms, posture, and tone of voice.
It was hard work, and my concentration was constantly broken my the feel
of nylon sliding against my bottom, chest, and legs. But Gran was very
gentle in her advice, and I was a willing student. While helping her
dry dishes in the kitchen with an apron around me to protect my dress,
Gran said, "If you're going to be a girl for the day, we should have a
girl's name for you, don't you think?" I had thought about girl's
names before. "Joanne" was close to my real name, and I thought that
"Jennifer" and "Stephanie" were pretty, because a lot of my girl friends
had those names.
After trying a few possibilities, Gran said, "What about 'Mary'?" There
was something in the simplicity of "Mary," and the unmistakeable
femininity of the name (no alternate male versions) that just made it
feel right. Mary... If I was going to be a girl, that would be the
name to announce it.
Gran immediately started referring to me as Mary, and it was like
another layer of femininity that I gladly accepted.
"We're done with the dishes now, Mary. Why don't you go out and play in
the back yard?"
The homes in Lakewood were fenced, with clean, well-maintained alleys in
back, and there was no chance of anyone seeing me. I went outside into
the hot Texas sun and began to play with some of my toys. It was all so
different appearing as a girl. The toys were okay, but after awhile, a
part of me wanted to step through the back gate, or to walk down the
driveway into the front yard, into public view, where everyone would see
my pretty dress, shoes, face, and hair. Where everyone would see the
pretty new ME. Gran's driveway was along the side of her house, and I
tentatively walked to the back corner. There was the same old driveway
leading out onto the street, with a fence on one side and the house on
the other. I had walked down that driveway a thousand times, but now,
it was like stepping into another world. I took a few steps, feeling
the nylons rub against my toes and feet inside the shoes. Anyone
directly in front of the house could see me! I walked a little farther
toward the front yard until at last, I was standing at the front of the
house. In the middle of a weekday, there was hardly any traffic. A car
passed by, and the lady driving the car gave me a friendly wave. She
thought I was a girl! My heart was racing. People saw me as a girl
now. They would treat me like a little girl, delicate and soft and
pretty. Looking out on Gran's neighborhood with its stately houses, old
trees, and well-tended lawns, it seemed like a whole new, beautiful
planet. To my right was Gran's covered front porch with a swing. I
gathered up my courage, stepped into the front yard, climbed the steps
to the porch and sat down in the swing. Now, EVERYONE could see me. I
felt excited and calm at the same time. Several cars passed by. After
a few minutes, I saw the mailman a few houses away, making his
deliveries and slowly getting closer. Could I take someone seeing me
this way up close? He was slowly making his stops, and as he finished
delivering the next door neighbors' mail, I lost my nerve. I got up
from the swing and went to the front door. Locked! I froze. I
couldn't just run around to the back yard, the mailman was almost here!
Turning around, I saw him coming up the walk toward me.
"Good afternoon, honey!" he cheerfully called. And I squeaked out a
hello. He towered right in front of me.
"You look very pretty today, is that a new dress?" If only he knew...
"Yes," I said.
"Well, here's your mail, sweetheart, have a nice day!" I took the mail
from him with my nail polished hands. He turned and went back down the
walk. He thought I was a girl. He didn't even look twice. He thought
I was a GIRL! And he had treated me like one! A few moments later,
Gran came to the front door to get the mail and said, "Well, you've
gotten brave, haven't you, Mary?"
I told Gran all about the mailman thinking I was a girl and she said,
"Well, of course he did, you LOOK like a girl!" Once back in the house,
Gran and I sipped iced tea and talked.
"Did you like being out where everyone could see you?"
I told her yes, that it was scary and exciting at the same time. She
mentioned changing back to boys clothes tomorrow and suddenly, my face
fell. The last thing I wanted to do right now was to go back to boring
old boy's cothes.
"Well, you can't just keep wearing the same dress over and over; if want
to do this more often, we'll need to get you some more clothes." That
sounded good!
"In fact, there's a lot more shopping we might do. Your wig is very
pretty, but if you want to keep dressing up, we should get one closer to
your size, and if you want to wear makeup, we should find the right
shades to match your skin. What if we went back to Neiman's tomorrow to
get you some more things?"
"But I can't go buy makeup dressed like a boy, Gran!"
"Who said you needed to?" she asked. "You have a lovely outfit, and if
you practice your walk and posture, no one will think you're anything
other than the pretty little girl you appear to be."
"What about a wig? If I take this one off, they'll see my boy's
haircut," I protested.
"Let me work on that," she said, and went to make a few phone calls.
Later, I overheard Gran having an animated phone call with someone, but
I couldn't make out the conversation. I spent the rest of the day in my
new clothes, playing, helping Gran with supper, and watching tv. That
night at bedtime, I reluctantly took off my new clothes. I carefully
hung the dress up in the closet, and put my Mary Janes next to my other
boy's shoes. I took off my slip, stockings, garter belt, and bra. Gran
told me to put them in the top drawer of my dresser for now, and when I
opened the top drawer, I saw a row of pretty pastel panties lined up
next to my old jockeys. Gran had my new nightgown laid out on the bed.
Gran suggested that I keep on my panties to sleep in, and she lifted the
silky gown over my head and let the fabric settle around me. She tucked
me in and the covers pressed the silky fabric against my body. Every
move I made caused the slippery fabric to caress my legs and body.
Finally, I dropped off to sleep, wondering what the next day would
bring.
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