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Summers in Dallas
Part 3 - Church and More
I woke up Sunday, yawned and stretched, and realized that today was the
day to wear my white dress. It felt like Christmas morning! I had
breakfast, then took a bath and washed my face. I dressed in pretty
white panties and a bra, then put on a garter belt and white stockings.
After putting on my slip, I sat at my makeup table and with Gran
watching carefully, I applied foundation, powder, blush, daytime
eyeshadow, and mascara. Perfect... Now it was time for the dress. I
stepped into it and slipped my arms through the sleeves. Gran buttoned
all the buttons in back, then I pulled the single petticoat up to my
waist. The dress flared out beautifully. Gran tied the sash into a big
bow in the back. Setting the wig on my head and pulling my own hair
through the cap, I did a quick brush out. There was no "boy" in my
appearance at all. It was impossible to even think like a boy wearing
this lacy confection! I picked up my little white purse with my makeup
inside and we were off to Highland Park Methodist Church.
It was a perfect summer morning in Texas, not too hot but getting
hotter. The grounds of the church had always looked like heaven to me.
We strolled up the winding walks among the big oak and pecan trees to
the main church entrance. To all the world, we appeared to be just
another well-dressed grandmother with her very pretty, well-dressed
granddaughter. I was wearing a princess dress "in front of God and
everybody," literally! And somehow, I knew for sure that God
understood. We stepped into the cool, air-conditioned foyer and each of
us took a church bulletin. That's when Mrs. Newsom, Gran's friend from
the country club saw her and came over to say hello.
"Good morning, Mary!" said Mrs. Newsom. "My, you look beautiful today!
Mary, this is my grandson, Michael." And suddenly I was standing face
to face with a "normal" boy about two years older than me. He was
dressed very well and was about four inches taller than me. Nice
looking, for a boy, with sandy blonde hair. Something about being
around a boy my own age, who was doing and wearing the things I was
"supposed" to be doing, was making me very aware of my clothes. I
couldn't figure out whether it was making me nervous or excited. Maybe
a little of both.
"Hi, Mary," he smiled. I said hello and smiled. He asked how old I
was, where I was from, what grade I was in, all the things that kids
talk about. He was very polite, and treated me nicely considering that
he was a twelve year old boy and I was just a ten year old girl.
"Would you like to sit with us today?" Mrs. Newsom asked Gran, and she
said yes. The four of us walked into the sanctuary and found a place in
one of the middle pews. I sat between Gran and Michael. I looked at
Michael's dark summer weight woolen slacks and jacket, his white shirt,
and his solid looking shoes, comparing them to my delicate lacy dress,
nylon covered legs, and white Mary Janes. I had worn clothes like
Michael's for most of my life, but now, I was pretty. The service went
along as always, and Michael held the hymnal for me when we sang.
During the sermon, I looked around the sanctuary and let my mind wander.
People got married in here. Ladies walked down the aisle in white gowns
with long, foamy trains behind them while everyone in the room watched.
They stood at the altar, said their vows, then were kissed by a man in
front of everyone. I had never even kissed a girl, but I knew that when
I was old enough, I wanted to wear a beautiful gown like that. We sang
the final hymn and services ended. Gran and Mrs. Newsom chatted for
awhile as Michael and I stood around. We talked about nothing much in
particular until he mentioned the Dallas Cowboys. Suddenly, I had
something to talk about. I LOVED the Dallas Cowboys. This was in the
days of Dandy Don Meredith, Bob Lilly, and Bullet Bob Hayes. Michael
and I talked about the Cowboys' chances for the upcoming season and the
loss to the Packers in the NFL Championship Game last January. He said
he had never met a girl who knew so much about football. I told him
(truthfully!) that all the women in my family were big fans. I enjoyed
talking to Michael and he seemed to enjoy talking to me, even though I
was a little kid.
A few days later, Gran got a call from Mrs. Newsom. She said that she
was taking Michael to Six Flags over Texas in a couple of days and
wondered if I wanted to come along. Did I ever! A trip to Six Flags
was always a great part of summers with Gran. Before the trip, Gran and
I were off to the store again to get me some cute little shorts that I
could run and play in. I still wore a little makeup for the trip, but
except for my panties and training bra, I was almost dressed like a boy.
All of my practice acting and speaking girlishly helped a lot. Michael
and I had a great day riding the Runaway Mine Train and going through
the scary Spelunkers' Cave ride, and we had no trouble finding things to
talk about while we clowned around and just acted like a couple of kids.
I liked Michael. Not romantically, of course, but I figured that we
would have been friends even if he knew me as a boy.
The days went by and I became more and more immersed in femininity. It
became natural to get up, take a bubble bath, then slip into lingerie
and a dress. I became very good at makeup. Gran was supportive and
helpful, and was always encouraging me to do more feminine things. Even
though my girl's clothes were routine, I never tired of seeing my
polished toes encased in nylon, or putting my slippery nyloned feet into
a pair of pretty girl's shoes. The feel of my hair caressing my cheeks
was a constant reminder of my girlishness. It felt right. My
nervousness about being seen in public was gone. I simply WAS a girl.
We saw the Newsoms regularly at church, and one day Mrs. Newsom
mentioned that her daughter, Paula, Michael's aunt, was getting married
in August. It was to be a big wedding, and they had everything arranged
except that they needed a flower girl. The bride's nieces were out of
town and couldn't be fitted for a dress locally in time for the wedding.
Mrs. Newsom asked if I would be interested. Would I ever! I looked at
Gran and she smiled.
Mrs. Newsom said, "We would need Mary to be fitted for a dress, then
attend the rehearsal dinner the night before the ceremony." She said
that the ceremony would be on August 20th, three weeks away and just
before I would go back home from Gran's. I said that I would be happy
to help.
The next three weeks were a blur. I was fitted for a gorgeous white
lace, calf length dress with embroidered pink flowers and a pink velvet
ribbon tie at the waist. The dress had sheer cap sleeves and satin at
the hem. I was to wear a flowered headpiece with a sheer train, along
with 1 1/2 inch heel white calfskin pumps and white stockings. My
makeup was to be a fancy evening look. When we went to have the dress
fitted, I wore a simple casual dress along with a slip, training bra,
and stockings underneath. Gran looked on as I stood there in a slip,
nylons, bra, and panties, allowing the dressmaker to take measurements
of my chest, waist, and hips. I was in a daze as I looked at the dress
hanging there, waiting to be altered so that it would fit MY body
perfectly. On Friday before the wedding, we stopped by to see Lois,
Gran's friend who owned the wig shop. Gran explained what I was doing
and Lois was delighted. She agreed to style another wig similar to mine
into a very fancy style with lots of curls.
Saturday was the rehearsal dinner. I wore my pretty polka dot dress. I
met all of Mrs. Newsom's family, including the bride's five year old
nieces. Stephanie and Jennifer were very cute and we spent a lot of
time talking. They kept asking me what it was like to be the flower
girl and asking about all the details of what I would need to do. They
kept telling me how beautiful I was. I think they were in awe of me.
Here I was, a boy, being looked to as a model of womanhood for two
little girls! At dinner, I sat at the kid's table with Jennifer,
Stephanie, and Michael. The girls watched my every move and imitated
what I did. Since I was now apparently a female role model, I was extra
careful to be proper, polite, and feminine, although it was difficult
with Michael making funny jokes, cutting up, and just generally being my
buddy Michael. I had a great time.
On Sunday, Gran and I went by the wig shop to pick up the styled wig
that Lois had prepared. It was beautiful, with layers of curls framing
my face. We kept the new wig on the form and took it home. Gran and I
had a light lunch, and then we prepared for my last big feminine
adventure of the summer. First, I spent a few minutes touching up my
eyebrows until they were thin arches. I soaked in a perfumed bubble
bath for an hour, feeling the luxurious bath oils softening my skin. I
shaved the minimal fuzz from my legs, making them silky smooth. After
my bath, I applied body lotion to my legs, arms, and shoulders, then
used a puff to apply powder all over my body. I slipped on my nylon
dressing gown, then sat down and put a fresh coat of polish on my nails.
I washed my face with Neutrogena and applied moisturizer and foundation.
Gran watched closely as I applied powder and blush. She offered advice
on the look for eyeshadow, but never stopped me. I breathed a big sigh
of relief after I painstakingly applied liquid eyeliner to my top and
bottom lids. Mascara came next, applied lightly on the inside, heavier
on the outside of my eyes. It gave me an doe-eyed, almost asian look.
I put on one quick coat of lipstick, knowing that there would be time
for a final touch up at the church. Gran brought out my new wig, pulled
my hair through the cap, and brushed and fluffed to bring out the styled
look. Then Gran gave me a pair of real pearl drop pierced earrings. It
was the first pendant pair of earrings I had worn, and I could feel them
swinging back and forth from my earlobes. Standing in front of the
mirror, I didn't look like a girl anymore. I looked like a childlike
version of a woman. I was glamorous in miniature, and I hadn't even put
on my lingerie. Gran had bought me some beautiful all lace white bikini
panties. A pink satin garter belt was next, and after threading the
tabs through the panties, I sat on the bed and Gran handed me the white
stockings. With now easy familiarity, I rolled the first stocking into
a donut, pointed my polished toes in, and wrapped the stocking around my
foot. The other stocking followed, and I drew the stockings up my legs
and secured then to my garter belt. A new bra with lace cups was next,
then a white slip.
The dress was next. I stood in the middle of the room as Gran removed
the bag from the store bag and hanger. She lifted it over my head, I
lifted my arms, and Gran carefully lowered it over me. The silk lining
of the dress enfolded me and the pretty sleeves caressed my shoulders.
Gran attached the little neckline closure in back, fluffed my hair
again, then brought out the calfskin heels. While I slipped my toes
into the shoes, Gran tied the velvet ribbon at the waist. She kept
straightening here and there, making sure the dress draped perfectly.
We packed makeup, my headpiece, and a few other essentials, and we were
off to the church.
We pulled up behind First Methodist Highland Park and went to the suite
of rooms outside the sanctuary where the bride and bridesmaids were
getting ready. When Gran and I walked in, they all stopped. For a
moment, everyone was speechless as they looked at me. Then there was a
chorus of "oohs" and "ahhhhs" from everyone. Paula came over and told
me that I looked beautiful. Bridesmaids in lavender dresses and full
skirts surrounded us, pressing up against us, and Paula and I were at
the center, dressed in white. After accepting all of their compliments,
it was time to finish getting ready. We had thirty minutes. I touched
up my powder, freshened my lipstick, and applied a few dabs of White
Shoulders. Gran placed the headpiece, made of white and pink flowers,
on the top of my head. I was given the white basket of flower petals
that I would hold in my walk down the aisle. Soon, we heard the organ
begin to play, and we knew that the groom and his party were in place.
We all filed into the foyer at the end of the sanctuary, and the big
doors were opened. I was to be the first of the bridal party down the
aisle. The usher motioned me to the door, I held the basket in front of
me, and stood in the door. I began to walk down the aisle. Just like
in my daydream at church weeks ago, hundreds of people turned and looked
at me. Just me. Dressed in panties, stockings, bra, slip, little lace
gloves, and a long white dress. ME. With long, beautiful hair and
delicate pearl earrings swinging from my ears. People whispered and
smiled.
"She's beautiful!"
"Who is that, is she related to Paula?"
"My goodness, that little girl is so pretty!
"What a little angel!"
I walked slowly down the aisle scattering flower petals in front of me.
The groom and the minister smiled at me as I approached. I looked over
and saw Gran sitting near the front; she gave me a wink and I smiled
back. Mrs. Newsom blew me a kiss. Stephanie and Jennifer's eyes were
glued to me, and they waved excitedly. I took my place beside the altar
as the rest of the bridal party entered. The strains of the Wedding
March began and Paula walked down the aisle with her father. During the
ceremony, I watched Paula closely. What would it feel like to be a
bride? To wear a long white gown, and be given away to a man to love,
honor, and obey? Did I want that?
Paula and the groom said their "I do's" and the ceremony ended. We
walked back down the aisle, past all the guests once again, and I saw
Michael giving me a goofy look. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at
him. Later, at the reception, I stood in the receiving line with the
rest of the wedding party, and I was introduced as "Paula's friend,
Mary" to an endless stream of strangers, all of whom told me how
precious I looked. Gran finally came, and she gave me a big hug and
told me I had done a wonderful job. I turned and looked to the next
person in line and found myself looking into the loving, happy,
understanding face of my mom!
"You're just beautiful, Mary. I'm glad Paula was able to find such a
pretty girl to be her bridesmaid!" said Mom. I was speechless. Mom
acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be
standing there in girl's clothes. After finishing the receiving line, I
sat at the kid's table, picked through my cake, and looked over at my
mom occasionally, and each time finding her looking back at me, smiling.
After the reception, I said my goodbyes to the Newsom's. Michael asked
if I was coming back next summer and I said yes. Then he gave me a hug!
I was pressed up against another boy's chest and his arms were around
me! I put my arms around him and told him I would see him next summer.
Gran and Mom and I walked to the car. On the way back to Gran's, Mom
explained everything. She had always known about my wearing panties,
and before the summer started, had asked Gran to keep an eye out for any
sort of similar behavior. They decided that if I did try wearing girl's
clothes, that Gran should encourage me. Mom wanted to see if it was
"just a phase" that I would get bored with, or if I would live life as a
girl to the fullest. Her answer came when she saw me walk down the
aisle as a flower girl.
We spent a long time talking that night, with me dressed in panties,
fluffy bedroom slippers, and a nightgown. Mom had done a lot of reading
about crossdressing was very understanding and surprisingly well-
informed. She had even discussed it with Dad, and while he was a little
shocked, was still my dad and was accepting. The biggest question Mom
had was what I was going to do when school started. I gave that some
thought. I really wasn't ready to give up my old life. I liked my
"everyday" existence as a boy, but this summer had opened my eyes. I
wanted to be Mary again next summer. Gran was delighted to hear that,
and we began making plans for what we could do together next year.
With that, my first wonderful summer as a girl drew to a close. We
dragged out my boys clothes and put away all of my beautiful girl's
things. Gran said that she would keep them for safekeeping until next
summer. I tearfully said goodbye to Gran before we drove back to Waco.
It wasn't awful going back to being a boy. My clothes weren't scratchy
or uncomfortable, they were just...boring. But I was still me and still
happy. Just before school started, I had to get my hair cut thanks to
our school's dress code. I hated doing that, and I think Mom
understood, because when I got home after my haircut, I opened my
dresser drawer and instead of boring old boy's briefs, I found a drawer
full of nylon panties!
"I figured that you might like to keep a little bit of 'Mary' around
this fall," she said. So I went to school each day wearing a little
reminder of my time in Dallas. I liked my sixth grade teacher and it
was good to see my friends again. I was busy with school and social
activities. I even had the lead in the sixth grade play! (As a boy...)
The Cowboys lost to the Packers in the Championship AGAIN, this time in
the "Ice Bowl." Life just wasn't fair. Christmas came and Gran gave me
a pretty nightgown and some new pierced earrings.
Before I knew it, Easter came, the weather turned warm and it was spring
again. I knew that in no time, I was in for another eventful summer in
Dallas.
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