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FRED'S PROBLEM BY JANICE My name is Fred Danvers and I am a cross dresser. As most cross dressers, I started when I was young, in my case, about ten years old. My sister Kathleen and I never really got along, she is two years older than I. we lived with our parents but our father, being in the military, spent a lot of time away from home on duty. I did the usual dressing at home when I was alone, and as usual, I was caught several times. I was never really punished physically, mostly it was being grounded. The worst part was that my sister kept calling me names, Fairy, Queer, Pansy and a whole bunch of other nasty names. When I was about fourteen my sister and her current boyfriend were going to their school prom. She bought the most beautiful gown for her prom and as you may guess, I wanted dearly to wear it but was warned that I was not even allowed to look at it by my sister. I don't know if she was kidding or serious. I had not been caught wearing her or my mother's things in well over six months and thought maybe they forgot about it. Aside from being a cross dresser I think I had some doubts about my sexuality, I had a few crushes in school but they were mostly with some of the other guys but I knew better than to act on them. Kathleen had a boyfriend Ken who I liked a lot and always enjoyed it when he came to pick up Kathleen for a date. I used to get jealous when he kissed her or put his arms around her, wishing it was me who was getting the attention. I would fantasize many times that he was really coming there to see me and used Kathleen as an excuse. About six months before the prom I started dressing while they, my mother and sister, were home. They decided that I was not going to quit so they let me dress but it was easy to tell that they didn't like it. I never went out of the house dressed, but wanted to, many times, but never had the nerve. Most, of not all, the clothes I wore were my sisters hand me downs. I also made it a point to never dress when there was someone else at the house but Kathleen made it a point to tell all of her friends that her brother was a "Sissy pervert. It was the day of the prom in the early after noon and I was downloading some porn on my computer when Mom, Kathleen and Ken came, unannounced, into my room. This could not be well for me. Kathleen started in, "Well you little pervert," She said caustically, "we know that you are dying to wear one of my good gowns, aren't you?" I looked at her not saying a word. What the hell was this all about? I hadn't worn anything that she didn't say I could and told her. "That is not what I asked." "Since you asked, yes, I am dying to wear one of them but I haven't...and believe me...I won't unless you say I could, and you probably never will." Mom and Ken just stood there looking on, not saying a word. "Look, I didn't mean to come on so nasty." She said, "But we have a problem and you might be able to help but it will mean you're wearing one of my formal gowns." I was all ears then, "Just what are you talking about?" Ken spoke up. "My cousin, Vince, is visiting me for the weekend and he wants a date for the prom. He was supposed to go with a girl from your school but she dumped him last night and I have been trying to get someone, but it is the last minute and Kathleen suggested you go with him. I know it sounds crazy but not much more crazy that you wanting to be a girl." Kathleen spoke up, "And you will get a chance to wear one of the gowns I know you would kill to wear...and go out with a hot looking guy." She held out a picture of Ken's cousin, he was hot and I wouldn't mind going with him...with some trepidation I agreed to do it. Who wouldn't? There was a lot of work to be done to get me looking good and not so much time to do it in. Ken was sent home to wait until we called to tell him and his cousin to come pick up their dates. A quick shower was all we had time for. While I was showering, they, mom and Kathleen, laid out what I was going to wear. I had picked out the gown I wanted. Everything we ready for me on my bed. Mom was busy running back and forth between Kathleen and my room helping us get dressed, naturally I needed the most help. I was surprised that the gown fit, I would have thought that it would be very big on me but I fit into it easily and with the proper padding it looked great and so sexy. It showed curves that I could never hope to have and somehow I looked like I had cleavage. Mom and Kathleen worked on my hair, nails and make up together while watching the clock. With no more that ten or fifteen minutes to spare the Danvers girls were ready for their dates. Kathleen called and told the guys to come get us. It would take about fifteen minutes and now that all was calm I had time to reflect on just what the hell I was doing and my better sense was telling me to get the hell out of there as quick as possible but everything I ever wanted to do was happening at the same time and I wanted to go through with it...I was dressed as I had never been dressed, my sister was being nice to me and in a few minutes I was going to be on the arm of a hunk. I was having less and less doubts about my sexuality, if I was not fully gay...I was at least bi. The guys arrived and I got my first look at my first date and we were going to my first prom and I was in heaven. Introductions were made and we were given wrist corsages. Pictures were taken that I knew I was going to cherish all my life. We were taken to the car, no limo, and Kathleen and I sat in back holding hands. It took about ten minutes to get there and Kathleen kept whispering instructions to me, mostly it was to just watch the outer girls and act off them. The school gym was breathtakingly beautiful when we walked in on the arms of our guys. Some of the girls who knew Kathleen came over to tell her how pretty she looked and how beautiful her gown was. I was introduced as Ken's friend, Barbie, how original. After a few minutes of this mutual admiration society meeting, music started and we found ourselves on the dance floor. For the first time in my life I was in the arms of a man and loved it. We danced every dance together, not that some of the guys didn't ask me to dance with them, they did, but I refused. Just before the last dance Vince took me out to the patio. I knew where this was going and was ready for it. He took me in his strong arms and pulled me to him, as out lips met...beep. Beep...download completed. What the hell? I came fully awake and realized that I had dozed off, and the whole thing was a dream, a very realistic dream. I was still in my room, at my computer downloading porn. I went to the bathroom to throw some water on my face. I walked out to the hall and realized that it was still early and Kathleen was getting ready for her date with Ken. Mom was getting ready to go as a chaperone. Wow, that dream was so realistic; I now realized why the gown fit me so well and why everything went so well. Well, I guess it was on to plan "B, and that was a problem because there was no plan B After mom and Sis left for the dance I went to Kathleen's room and looked for the dress I wore in the dream. It didn't fit as near as well as it did in the dream. At best all it did was to hang from my shoulders from the spaghetti straps and it dragged on the floor. I put on a pair of kathleens high heel shoes, which also were a few sized too big but held the dress off the floor, but I still had to hold it up with my hands when I walked so as not to trip on the hem. While looking for something to wear over my shoulders, like a shawl or something, I found a white feather Boa. I spotted Kathleen's bed doll and got an idea. It was one of those big ones, almost five feet tall. I took it down stairs with me and pretended it was my boyfriend although it was a girl doll, a raggedy Anne Doll to be exact. I propped it up in the corner of the couch and sat nestled up against it and put its arm around my shoulder like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I watched TV in my "Boyfriends" arms until about eleven thirty; the dance was over at midnight but I didn't want to take any chances of getting caught. I mentioned that in the past few months that I had been dressing pretty much as a girl most of the time but this was a bit much...and I was wearing a dress that was a no-no, in other words one of the dresses that if Kathleen ever caught me in she would cut my balls off and shove them up my ass. I was in bed when I heard a car drive up. I could see the front of my house from my window. I looked out and saw my mother pull into the driveway. I heard her come in the house and go to her room. A few minutes later I heard another one that turned out to be Ken and Kathleen. I watched as they made out and had their good night kisses. I imagined it was me in the car with Ken being kissed by him; he was much too good for Kathleen. I must have fallen asleep watching them because the next thing I knew was the sun shinning on my face. The prom was the end of school and the beginning of summer. I come out of my shell, sort of. Since I was dressing at home now, the next step was naturally going out, because I got the attitude that I simply didn't care what people thought, of course I didn't go out looking like a boy dressing as a girl, I took time to look good when I went out, mostly to the mall to hang out. That summer was nothing but fun but I am not going to give a day by day report, just a simple summary and maybe a few high points. Mom and Kathleen started including me in their plans, inviting me on shopping trips to the mall and stuff like that. Kathleen introduced me to her three best girlfriends who took a bit of time getting to accept me as a girl; they had known me for years and like almost every one else thought there was something strange about me. I spent quite a bit of time by myself at the mall watching the other girls interacting with each other and with boys. Near the end of summer I picked up a guy, actually, he picked me up, and why shouldn't he? He is the one that knocked me down. I guess I was partly to blame myself because I was busy looking at my reflection in a store window. My birthday was last week and everybody chipped in and bought me a set of false breasts, very expensive and realistic looking. They were the kind that you can glue on and keep them on for weeks at a time, even months. They came with special glue that allowed that, but I just used spirit gum, a special theatrical adhesive that didn't irritate the skin. I was wearing a very short mini skirt, green with a flippy hem and a new top was very low cut and with the new breasts looked like I had cleavage. I was admiring myself and was knocked on my ass by this guy who wasn't looking where he was going. He helped me to my feet and started brushing me off before he realized he was patting my ass. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" he asked. I was about to give him hell when I saw the sexiest grey eyes I had ever seen. "I am fine but if you will stop patting my ass I will be a bit better," I said. He seemed genuinely sorry and a bit embarrassed. He asked if I would like a soda or something to drink. I wasn't really thirsty but he was holding my hand and all I could think of was a way for him keep holding it. I said I would love a soda so he led me by the hand to the fool court. We must have spent a half hour there talking. He was a collage student and would be going back after Labor Day, which was in about a week and a half. I could have sat there all day just looking into his eyes but he suggested we walk around the mall. After about an hour of just walking around holding hands he asked if he could drive me home, I said yes. By the way; his name was Michael. When we pulled in front of my house Kathleen and mom were sitting on the front porch. Michel, mike, and I talked for awhile in the car before he asked if I would go out with him Saturday. This was Labor Day weekend and my town, and many towns around us, had a big to-do on Labor Day weekend; there was a parade in the early afternoon and a carnival after, then a dance at night. I had never gone to any of that bull shit because I just didn't want to do it alone and I was alone almost all my life; remember, up until now I was an outcast because of my effeminate manner, guys didn't want to hang around with me and I wasn't interested in girls. This year, the year of my coming out, I wanted to go, and since Mike asked me, I was glad to go. We kissed goodbye and I went in the house followed by my sister and mother. I explained everything to them, how we met and how he asked me to go out with him. I don't know how mom felt but Kathleen seemed ecstatic. "That means we will have to get new dresses for the dance." "I thought I could borrow one of yours," I said. "No little sister of mine is going to wear a borrowed dress to her first dance. Let's go to the mall and get dresses. Ken is taking me so we could make this a double date." I thought that was a good idea, I was real nervous and needed moral support if nothing else. Shopping with Kathleen was a blast and we bought matching dresses. They were strapless and came to well above our knees and were what you call "Bubble" dresses, that is the skirt was stuffed to look like a bubble, that is the only way I know of to describe it. Mike called me that night and we talked for what seemed hours about just about everything. I had a problem; I mentioned that I had doubts about my sexuality and thought that I was gay (Cross dressing doesn't always equal gay). I know that I had a thing for Ken but that was usually when I was in my pretending mood, pretending I was Kathleen or some other girl. Now I wasn't pretending, I was some other girl, I was pretending I was me, a girl, sound confusing? Imagine how I felt, I was so confused about not only this date but about almost everything. The bottom line was that I was a girl, and I was going out with a guy who I had just met and I kept that as the main thought. Saturday morning mike picked me up to go to the parade and got to meet Mom, Kathleen and Ken. We four kids went to the parade then over to the school field to the carnival for the rest of the afternoon. Ken, Kathleen and mike bonded and we all had a good time. Finally it was time for us to get ready for the dance. Just like the sisters that we had become that summer, Kathleen and I dressed together helping each other where we need it, mostly zipping each other in our dresses and checking that they were on right; not bunched up or twisted in the back and stuff like that. Mom did our hair and make up. When we were finished there was no doubt in my mind that I was a girl and if I could look this good all the time...I was going to stay one. Ken and mike arrived at about the same time to pick us up. Mom naturally took several million pictures of her beautiful daughters and their dates. I did have a moment when Ken kissed me, the same feeling that I always get when he kisses me, but, I didn't get jealous when he kissed Kathleen; well, not as jealous as I usually got. I guess that is because I now had my own guy to kiss and be kissed by. We drove to the school in Ken's car because it was a convertible and what other car would two pretty girls ride in to show off their dresses and men? The dance was beautiful and so were all the girls and their dresses and gowns. I wondered if any one recognized me as Fred. If any of then did I guess they just chalked it up to them being right...that Fred Danvers is a sicko faggot? I would have liked to have a dollar for every time I heard that all my life. And as in all my life...I didn't care. I was here to show off my gown and boyfriend and I was doing both and having a grand time doing it. As with most dances, I assume, many kids danced with people other than who brought them, I know I did. I even dance with a few of the guys that I had secret crushes on but no one said anything so it was clear they didn't recognize me or else they would not have danced with me. It was midnight before we said goodnight to the others in the parking lot and drove home where it was another fifteen minutes saying goodnight in the driveway. Mom was waiting up for us to hear all about the dance. Every time Kathleen had a big date mom had to hear about it and tonight was no exception and this time I was included. Mom was in her nighty and Kathleen (She hated being called anything else) and I were down to our panties and bras. "Well mom," Kathleen said as we stood talking in mom's room where we undressed, "should we include little sister here in our ritual"? "Ritual? What ritual"? I asked. "Well sis, some times when I come home from a special date mom and I sleep together. Since you are now an official girl, what with dating a guy and stuff, I think you should be included. How about it ma"? "If she wants to," she said looking at me. "OK. I just have to get into a night gown and I'll be ready." "I'll give you one of my sexy ones," Kathleen said and disappeared into her room while I stood with mom. Mom climbed into her bed while Kathleen and I put on our sheer baby doll nighties. Kathleen climbed in on one side of mom and me on the other. (All we did was sleep. This is not a story about incest in any way or fashion). We had breakfast in our nighties and then got dressed. I knew that mike was coming over that afternoon to say goodbye before he went back to the coast to his collage. I got into a grey tee shirt and a pair of Capri pants, about the only kind of pants I wore all summer if you don't count shorts. Mike came over about three. Mom and Kathleen were considerate enough to go inside while mike and I sat on the porch swing. Mike must have guessed that I was a novice at this making out so he didn't do much more that kiss me and once in a while grab a handful of tit. He finally left and I watched until he turned the corner knowing that I would probably never see him again but I was happier in the knowledge that I had "Broken my cherry" so to speak. I knew I could pass as the girl I want to be and had a good idea how to please a man though I did have a lot to learn. School started three days later. Mom and Kathleen had jobs together and didn't leave until after I left for school. The first day I was ready bright and early. I had picked out everything I was going to wear that day. I knew that there was going to be a few problems because...I was going to go to school as Linda. When they saw me dressed in a skirt and top they just looked at me as if I was crazy, and maybe I was; but this is something I wanted to do. All my school life I had been called names at school, not unlike the names my sister used to call me before we became friends. If I was going to be picked on, I may as well be picked on for a reason. They tried to dissuade me but I was adamant, I would not back down. In my first class I was sent to the principal's office, I kind of expected that and was ready for it. I was told that I could not wear a dress or skirt to school. I asked why, there is no dress code other than clothes be neat and clean and not torn or raggedy. My skirt and top met that criterion. They argued and I met each argument with an answer until I finally won and was sent to my next class. There was the usual name calling and jeering that I usually got but this time it was a bit more severe. I tried to ignore it as I always did. This went on until lunch. As usual I sat alone. I could feel everyone looking at me and talking about me, but again, I was used to it. I was not used to what happened but was prepared for it. On my way back to class after lunch, one guy came right up to me, called me a fag and punched me in my face. I went down on my ass. Luckily there was a teacher there to break it up. The guy, I don't know his name, was sent to the principals office and I was taken to the nurses room to be checked out. While waiting for the nurse I called the police from my cell phone and reported and assault. I wasn't hurt bad, just a cut lip. I was not back in class more that a few minutes when I was again called to the principal's office. There was two cops there, plus the guy who hit me. The principal was arguing with the cop trying to get him out of school, that the school would handle it. I told the cop that I didn't care what the school did, I wanted to press charges and they had to do something. I knew that there was TV cameras all over the school so I knew the assault was on tape. The bottom line was that the guy, George was his name, was taken out of school in cuffs and was suspended for three weeks and the rest of the school knew better than to fool with me after that. After that, other than the usual name calling, things settled down. Some of the girls started talking to me and even sat with me for lunch. The worst physical abuse I got was an occasional bump in the halls when passing a guy. I kept wearing skirt and dresses to school, and a funny thing; most of the girls wore pants to school but in a month or so, many of then were wearing skirts and dresses also. By the end of that semester I had a boyfriend and we went to our senior prom together, but more about that later. About the second week after school started I was home doing my homework when Ken stopped by. He knew what was happening, me going to school in dresses and pressing charges against George and just about everything else. He said he wanted to see how I was doing, so he said, but I knew different, I knew he wanted to see me; why else would he quit work so early and come to my house when I was alone? I made some coffee and we talked for awhile. He told me how lovely I looked last week at the prom and that any guy that went with me was one lucky son of a bitch. When he left he kissed me, more proof that he came to see me and that he liked me. He stopped by every day that week and every day we kissed goodbye. A few weeks later he came to se me, again after school and asked if I would skip school the next day and go somewhere the next day, I agreed. Where would we go, and why did I have to cut school? Only time would tell. I was ready for him the next day at ten like he asked. I was wearing a red peasant skirt that was wide and full so that when he arrived I jumped into his arms and wrapped my arms around his waist as I had seen Kathleen do to him many times and kissed him. He held me up by my ass. He said he wanted to do some shopping and needed my opinion. We had lunch first then went to where he wanted to go, which was a jewelry shop. We stood there with his arm around my waist looking at rings. He told the clerk that he was looking for an engagement ring for his girl friend squeezing my waist as he said this. "Oh my God, he wants us to get engaged." I thought to myself. We looked at a few then I saw the one I wanted. He like it too so he put a down payment on it and hand in hand we walked out to his car. At that moment I was the happiest girl in the world. We kissed each other before we drove off. Why was I not surprised when he asked if we could stop at a motel? He told me again how pretty I was and how he wanted to "Do" me since the night of the prom. Like I didn't know that, after all, he just bought me an engagement ring. I didn't know when he was going to make it official but I could wait, after all, he had to break up with Kathleen first. Possible it would be on Thanksgiving, we were all having it at my house. I was one nervous wreck when we checked into the motel. I figured that this was going to make it official, at least as far as we were concerned; and I was right. After some foreplay he had me naked and in bed. This was my first time having sex ever, with a male or female and I told him to be gentle, and he was. It was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. We drove home after and he swore me to secrecy. He stopped by my house at least once a week after that and we had sex. I couldn't wait until he broke up with Kathleen and announce our engagement. I was sorry for Kathleen but was so ecstatic for myself that I didn't care how she felt. I was finally enjoying my life and nothing was going to stop me. The next few weeks went by so slowly that I thought Thanksgiving would never come...but it did. Thanksgiving dinner was going to be about five in the afternoon. Mom, Kathleen and I cooked all day. Knowing what was going to happen at dinner to Kathleen I was especially nice to her. We wore dressy clothes for dinner, I wore an above my knees black sleeveless dress with sparkles all over it and black platform shoes. Ken finally came and, as usual, kissed the three of us. I guess he was being kind to Kathleen because all he did was to give me a short peck on my lips when he came. I don't think I ate very much, I was so anxious. I kept looking at Ken to see if I could read when he was finally going to pop the question. Dinner was over and we went into the living room. The three of us, Kathleen, Ken and I sat on the couch with Ken in the middle. I was holding my breath waiting, "When the hell is he going to get this over with"? I kept asking myself. Finally he stood up, turned around and got to his knees. I watched as he reached into his pocket and took my hand in his and said, "Will you marry me"? Before I could answer Kathleen shouted, "YES, yes, yes..." all of a sudden he was holding her hand and slipping the ring on her figure. "What the hell is going on here? You are supposed to be asking me. You love me, not her. We picked out the ring together. It is my ring. It is me you are supposed to marry." I screamed. The next thing I knew I was laying on my bed and the three of them were standing around me with looks of caring on their faces. It took me a few minutes to figure what was happening. Mom questioned me and found out that I had stopped taking my meds. I have a problem in which, to put it bluntly, I have a problem separating reality from fiction; or wishful thinking. I had been taking meds for that, but when I started taking hormones to help develop my feminine body, I stopped. This brought back my problem. There was no sex with Ken, and when we went looking for the ring...Kathleen went with us. That was the reality, the wishful thinking was us having sex, I had always had a crush on him so that actuated my thinking we had sex. From that day forward either my mother or Kathleen made sure that I took my meds regularly, and I did take them until I left home when I was eighteen. The weekend of Thanksgiving we all discussed the wedding which was going to be the next June, a June wedding. It was going to be in a "Gone with the Wind" theme. All the brides Maids were going to wear Antediluvian gowns. If you ever saw the movie you know what I am talking about. My mother was to be, well, the mother of the bride, while I was asked to be the Maid of Honor and three of Kathleen's girlfriends were the other Bride's Maids. Things settled down both at home and at school for me. I no longer had problems at school; I was accepted as a girl by most every one and even had a few girl friends. There was even this one guy who kept pestering me for a date even though it was common knowledge that I was a guy in transition. We went on a few dates during the semester and I think I liked him and even introduced him to my family. Soon June rolled around and the wedding approached. The month before the wedding was hectic what with fittings and showers and everything else one has to do for a wedding. Ralph, the guy I was going with was asked to be one of the Ushers. He accepted because then he would be with me for the wedding ceremony. We all looked beautiful in our gowns which had these stiff petticoats under them to push the skirts way out. It felt weird when dancing with a guy and the skirt was pushed out by him dancing so close to you. It was such a beautiful wedding and I decided that if I ever got married I too would have such wedding. Ralph and I went to a motel room that night with me still in my gown and him in his period suit. I did not know it, but he and Kathleen had planned this before hand and packed a negligee and a change of clothing for me. What happened that night is really none of your business, at least the details are, but I did lose my virginity and had a sore butt for a day or two. In the morning I changed into the dress Kathleen packed for me, it was one of hers that I admired a lot but she never let me wear. That was so sweet. The next week was my senior prom and I went, naturally, with Ralph. It was also my graduation and I graduated in the top third of my class. Ralph and I went together until he joined the military in august and in September when I turned eighteen I moved out of the house and had my name changed to Linda and lived as a woman. Ralph and I kept in touch with each other for awhile until he met someone else. I went out with a few guys after that. The only time I dressed as a guy was when my father died. Out of respect for my father I became Fred for the three days that the family, the ones who you see only at funerals, was around. Then it was back to the real me, Linda Danvers. T. B. C.