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Summers in Dallas
Part 2 - On the Town
Gran awakened me with a, "Good morning, Princess!" as I luxuriated in
the silky softness of my new nightgown. Gran made blueberry pancakes,
and I sat at the table watching morning cartoons as usual, except that
this time, I was wearing beautiful lingerie. As much as I loved my new
clothes, I was terrified of going out in public as a girl. I told Gran
that maybe we shouldn't go shopping today. Gran let me decide what I
wanted to do.
"If you don't want to go, that's okay, but you'll need to wear jeans
today." That sounded awful.
"You really do look like a girl, Mary. There's no reason anyone should
see you any other way." I loved her calling by my girl's name.
"But what about getting a wig?" I asked.
"I talked to a friend of mine who owns a wig shop. I explained our
situation to her and she agreed to help," said Gran.
"You TOLD someone about me?" I asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. Her name is Lois and she's a very dear friend. She
told me that she's even had other boys who like to dress up brought in
to her shop. She thinks it's just fine that you want a wig and she
wants to help!" I was still apprehensive, and my embarrassment about
dressing was starting to reappear, but I REALLY didn't want to go back
to boy's clothes right away. I realized that I couldn't keep wearing
the same dress over and over, and I wondered how I would look with
better makeup and a wig that was just right. Maybe Gran would let me
dress like a girl every day, maybe for the rest of the summer!
"Did you like dressing up yesterday?" asked Gran.
"I loved it, Gran. I don't want to go back to boy's clothes," I said.
"Well, then, let's give it a try. If you get scared, we can always turn
around and come back home," she reassured me. With that, I reluctantly
agreed, and it was time to get ready for the big day. I took another
long perfumed bubble bath and washed my face with Neutrogena soap, then
went to my room and slipped into a pair of sheer yellow panties with
lace at the waist and leg openings. The garter belt was next, and I was
able to put it on by myself. I put my painted toes into the gathered
nylon of a new pair of beige stockings and drew them up my smooth legs,
then carefully slipped the tabs though my panties and attached them to
the stocking tops. Gran provided occasional advice, and I put on the
bra, slip, dress, socks, and shoes all by myself.
"You learn fast, Mary!" said Gran. "Let's see how you do with makeup."
We sat at Gran's dressing table and she took me through the steps of
applying moisturizer, foundation, powder, and blush. The eyes were a
real challenge. She suggested only a light application of shadow and
mascara, and after a couple of false starts, I saw that pretty face
again. Today, we used frosted pink lipstick, and it gave me a younger,
fresher look than yesterday. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew
that I wasn't going to cut my hair again for the summer. We reapplied
the wig, and Gran suggested some perfume. She dabbed a little White
Shoulders perfume on my neck and wrists, and the sweet, floral scent
filled my head. Then Gran handed me a small black patent leather girl's
purse.
"You'll need one of these if we're gong out," she said, and put my
lipstick, powder, mascara, and eye shadow inside. "This was Carolyn's,
now it's yours." I took MY purse and stood up, straightened MY dress,
then checked myself in the mirror.
"Just like any woman. You're picking up on femininity fast!", said
Gran, and I felt that familiar thrill run through me again. We got in
the car, and Gran showed me how to smooth my dress under me, then swing
both my legs into the car. With that, we were off.
I was riding around Dallas looking for all the world like a girl! We
drove through Gran's Lakewood neighborhood, down Lemmon Avenue and
Mockingbird Lane, and finally arrived in Highland Park. It all went
past my eyes as if for the first time. The silky feel of my panties and
slip, the tug of the stockings on my legs, and the fragrance of my
perfume were a constant reminder of how I was presenting myself to the
world. I was terrified and elated, and I didn't ever want it to end!
We pulled up to Nieman-Marcus and Gran parked. Gran got out of the car
first, came around to open my door, then reminded me to get my purse and
to femininely swing my pretty legs toothier out of the car. I stepped
away from the car, and Gran shut the door. I was exposed to the world
in a pretty dress! Gran gave me her hand and we walked toward the
store.
My head was spinning! People were looking at me! Surely they could
tell I was a boy in a dress! But no one acted strangely. I got a few
normal glances from passersby, and a few smiles from grownups, but no
one laughed or pointed or acted like anything was out of the ordinary.
Slowly, a sense of calm set in as I realized that in the eyes of the
world, I really did look like a girl! The elation was still there, even
more than before, but my fear of discovery was ebbing. I WAS a girl to
everyone I saw. I loved this feeling more than anything I had ever
experienced, and suddenly, my brain took over. I realized that if I
wanted to keep this up, I needed to concentrate and ACT like a girl as
much as possible. I began to be aware of my own posture, walk, and
mannerisms, the way I held my purse, and the lilt of my voice. I
realized just how much WORK it was going to be to unlearn all my boy
habits and be a girl, but I was determined to do so. I had the first,
flickering beginnings of a feeling of confidence. As we walked through
the store, I began to observe other people, particularly women, noticing
how they walked and moved, and I began to learn.
Arriving in the Girls' section, Gran mentioned that she was looking for
several dresses for her granddaughter Mary, and the saleslady showed us
through the large selection. We picked out a few casual "play outfits",
an adorable girly white summer dress with a full skirt, big red polka
dots and black belt, a pink party dress with a petticoat and lots of
lace, and a gorgeous white lace dress with puffy sleeves and baby blue
ribbon accents. Gran accompanied me to the dressing room and I tried
each outfit, stepping outside after putting each one on to take a few
turns and to look at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear the white
polka dot dress home. In the lingerie section, Gran stocked up on a
dozen more panties, three each slips, garter belts, and bras, more
stockings, and four new nightgowns of assorted colors and lengths. We
purchased several new pairs of shoes, including some white Mary Janes, a
pair of something called Spectator pumps with a high heel, a pair of
open-toed slingback pumps, fluffy bedroom slippers, and even some girls
tennis shoes! I realized that Gran had taken me seriously and that if I
wanted, I would be able to dress as a girl full time for the rest of the
summer!
After loading all the new clothes in the car, we went to the cosmetics
counter. Gran had me sit on a big stool in front of some lighted
mirrors. There were rows and rows of cosmetics in back. The young
saleslady was very friendly and did her best to put me at ease, but I
was very nervous. It was one thing to be convincing as a girl from a
distance, but this woman would be looking at me close up! As we looked
at shades of foundation and powder, I became more comfortable. Testing
some powder on my cheek, she noticed the line of the cap of my wig.
"That's a lovely wig, honey," she said quietly. "Do you wear it often?"
I couldn't think of anything to say! I must have had a deer in the
headlights look on my face.
She smiled gently and said, "It's okay, honey, you look very pretty. No
one except a professional would ever guess. I'll help make sure no one
will know that you're a boy." I gulped and felt my head spinning.
"My name's Shirley," she said. Did I hear your Grandmother call you
Mary? That's a lovely name." She did this all while applying eye
shadow, telling me to shut my eyes, or to look right or left as she
tried different cosmetics.
"How long have you been dressing as a girl?" I told her that it was my
first full day, and she said how lucky I was to have a grandmother that
would help. I told her that I was staying with my grandmother for the
summer.
Gran was listening and smiled and said, "I never thought that she would
be so pretty."
Shirley said, "You have beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, and big, full
lips. Most girls would kill to have a face as pretty as yours. If
you're not careful, you may have a boyfriend before the summer is over."
I hadn't thought of that, but there was something about the idea that
sent a little thrill through me. Boys???
"This is a good daytime look for the summer. You'll want to add more
eyeshadow at the edges of your eyes for the evening. Come by some other
time and I'l show you some good evening styles" Shirley told me. Now,
check in the mirror and see how you like your new look." She held the
mirror up and I looked at my face. I was gorgeous! Shirley was right.
She had made my lips look big and full. She had applied a light,
daytime look to my eyes, with a hint of pinkish eyeshadow along with
brown, and the mascara made my eyelashes look long and full. There was
no "boy" in there anywhere!
"Just come back here anytime if you need any more makeup. Here's my
card. Call me if you have any questions or need any advice. I'm sure
you're going to have a wonderful summer! Shirley and I talked awhile
longer, and I promised her that we would talk again.
Carrying my sacks of new cosmetics out of the store Gran said, "It looks
like 'Mary' made a new friend already! Are we ready to go to the wig
store?" I enthusiastically said yes. After my experience with Shirley,
I felt very comfortable going to see the lady at the wig store.
Lois was a very elegant woman, a little younger than Gran, and very
friendly. I wasn't nervous at all as we talked out dressing in girl's
clothes and the things that I wanted to do this summer. She had me take
off my wig and asked several questions about the style I was looking for
and how often I wanted to wear it. I told her that I wanted to wear it
all the time, and she smiled and said that while that wasn't possible,
she could do almost that well. We looked at several styles and finally
settled on a light brown wig that fell just to the bottom of my neck in
glamorous, bouncy waves. She took a tool that looked like a crochet
needle and started pulling my own hair through holes in the cap of the
wig. She explained that by pulling my own hair through, the wig would
fit closer, look fuller, and would be much more difficult to remove. In
other words, I was committed! Gran and I listened carefully as she
explained wig care and maintenance. After finishing with my hair, she
brushed out the wig and styled it. I walked to the full length mirror
and saw a beautiful pre-teen girl in a pretty dress and shoes looking
back at me. I smiled and she smiled back at me. I was really living as
a girl.
On the way home, Gran and I stopped at her country club for lunch. The
waiter pulled my chair out for me, and I smoothed my skirt under me as I
sat down. I did my best to act like a well-mannered young lady. My
pink-nailed hands grasped my fork as I ate my lunch, and I took care to
take small, delicate bites. At least my mom would be happy with the
improvement in my manners! A friend of Gran's came by our table and
Gran introduced me a her niece who would be staying with her for the
summer. Gran's friend said that her grandson Michael was also staying
for the summer, and suggested that we could all get together for
swimming or movies. Without thinking, I said that it sounded like fun!
What was I saying? I didn't know how to face another boy dressed like
this!
When we got back home, we unpacked all my new clothes and hung them in
the closet. Gran suggested that we pack up all my boys' clothes since I
wouldn't be needing them for awhile. I agreed, so we boxed up my old
shorts, shirts, shoes, pajamas, and underwear, and replaced them with
pretty dresses, panties, slips, bras, nighties, and other lingerie.
Gran took the boxes of boy's clothes and put them in the garage out
back. Dresses and lingerie were now my only clothes. Bright colors and
silky fabrics filled my closet. Delicate lace and nylon filled my
dresser. Makeup and feminine accessories, MY makeup, filed the top of
the vanity in my bedroom. I was excited but exhausted. I took off my
dress and lingerie, slipped into long silk nightgown, and settled into
bed for a long nap.
In some ways, the next few days weren't all that different than before.
I still played in the yard and watched TV. Gran and I still had
breakfast and went out for lunch. We still went to the movies. But in
other ways, it was a whole new existence. My name was now Mary. I was
learning to apply morning and evening styles of makeup. I painted my
nails, wore perfume and borrowed my grandmother's earrings and jewelry.
Every day, I wore panties, dresses, bras, stockings, and heels and
carried a purse. I was gaining confidence and getting better at acting
and speaking like a girl.
After I watched Saturday morning cartoons in a nightgown and panties,
Gran had her weekly appointment at the beauty salon and she asked if I
would like to go along. Of course, I said yes. I wore one of my casual
outfits. Gran had an appointment for a hair style and set. While we
sat in the waiting room, I talked to Gran's stylist. She mentioned my
nails and how pretty they were.
"We could make you nails even prettier by adding extensions. Would you
like that?" asked the stylist. I looked at Gran, who smiled and nodded.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting at the manicurist's table, getting
my hands worked on by the technician. She attached plastic devices to
my nails and applied something like polish, but thicker. After it
dried, she removed the plastic and I had long, ragged looking nails.
She filed them down to smooth, feminine ovals that extended about a half
inch past my fingertips. After buffing the surface, she applied a base
coat of pink frost polish, then another coat, and finally, a clear top
coat. My nails gleamed and looked fabulous! My hands felt so funny
with the extensions! I kept bending and unbending my fingers, then
holding my hands out flat, admiring the new look. There was no going
back now! Only a girl would have hands like this and I didn't have any
idea how to remove them!
While Gran was finishing her style, I sat in the waiting area reading
womens' magazines. Turning the pages was different with my long nails.
I looked at the models and fashions in a whole new way, wondering how I
would look n a particular dress or outfit. There were so many different
styles! Wrap dresses, sundresses, suits. I liked the suits the best.
They looked sharp and elegant, but still feminine. My daydreaming was
interrupted by Gran, who had finished with her style. My magazine was
open to a jewelry ad, showing several beautiful pairs of earrings.
"Do you like those earrings?" asked Gran. I nodded absently, then she
said, "If you would like some of your own, we could get you some."
Jewelry! Of my own!
"Of course, those are for pierced ears."
Gran's stylist said, "We can pierce your ears here, Mary!" Piercing my
ears? So far, everything I had done was reversible, even though some of
it would take some doing. But piercing my ears would be a permanent
mark of femininity. What would my mom say? What would my friends back
at school say? Deep in thought, I looked down at my lap, and saw my
pretty long nailed hands resting there, and my pretty nyloned knees
peeking out from the lacy hem of my dress. I loved looking this way.
This might be my only chance to do this.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Only for a second. You may not even notice," said the stylist. I
looked at Gran, and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say,
"It's up to you, Mary."
"Okay."
They took us back to look at different styles of studs. There were lots
of different colors and styles available, but since I couldn't take them
off for at least two weeks, I figured the little golds balls would be
the most versatile. I sat at the little table and the stylist applied
alcohol to each lobe, marked the spot, and inserted the studs in an
instant. It didn't hurt a bit, but I could feel the added weight to my
ear. She installed the keepers, and we walked out of the salon with me
wearing all new nails and earrings in the now permanent holes in my
ears.
Back at home, Gran said that we needed to get ready for church tomorrow.
Church! Like this? Hundreds of people sitting around me?
"It would be your chance to wear that pretty white dress," explained
Gran. The white dress! It was the only dress I hadn't worn yet! It
was gorgeous, made almost entirely of lace, with a big bow in back, and
sheer puffy sleeves. It was beautifully feminine and made me look like
a princess. The thought of all those people scared me, but at the same
time, I WANTED to be seen by them in that dress. I would wear beige
stockings and my white Mary Janes. For the rest of the day, while I
helped Gran with the dishes and laundry or watched TV, I kept thinking
about how I would wear my makeup, or wear my hair, or what kind of
jewelry to wear. It was going to be a big day tomorrow.
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