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Summers in Dallas
Part 5 - Michael
Gran said, "I got a call from someone asking about you, by the way."
Who?" I asked.
"Michael."
Michael! He and I had been buddies ever since we met at church during
the first of my "girl" summers in Dallas. He lived in Tyler but spent
summers with his aunt, Gran's friend Mrs. Newsom. He only knew me as
Mary, but we had been good friends since I was 10 and he was 12. I
guess I was the kid sister he had never had. Every summer, we went with
Gran or his aunt to Six Flags or to baseball games or movies. One
reason we got along so well is that we were both rabid Dallas Cowboy
fans. He said that he had never met another kid, boy or girl, who knew
so much about the Cowboys. (Unfortunately, this summer's Cowboys
discussions were going to be no different than the others. Michael and
I would once again be lamenting another Cowboy loss in a big
championship game, this time to the Colts in the Super Bowl.)
Michael was funny and smart and seemed to really enjoy spending time
with me. I wasn't sure why, but he was probably my best Dallas friend,
even though I had developed several female friends my age during my time
in Dallas. Maybe it was that when I was with Michael, I could be a
little tomboyish. I loved being Mary, of course, but my time with
Michael allowed me to take slight mental break from all that
overwhelming femininity and let some of my boyish side show through. Or
at least as much as one can let show through while wearing panties,
stockings, heels, makeup, perfume, and a dress!
Now I was 14 and Michael was 16. I figured that a trip to Six Flags was
only a few days away. I gave Michael a call and we caught up on the
last few months. His voice was lower! He had made the JV football team
as a safety at Tyler Lee High School and was going out for the same
position in the fall.
"So you're going to be the next Cliff Harris, huh?" I asked. He laughed
and said he was going to try. It was great talking to him again,
especially when he gave me his other big news. He had gotten his
driver's license! His aunt was letting him borrow her car over the
summer, and he said hat if I wanted, he could come by and pick me up to
go get a burger. For some reason, this made my heart flutter. I had
only ever gone out in public as Mary accompanied by Gran. This time, I
would be out in public on my own, or at least on my own with Michael.
But that was scary, too! This was almost like a date! On the other
hand, it was my old buddy Michael. Our relationship wasn't romantic, we
were just...buddies.
"Are you still there, Squirt?" asked Michael.
"Yes, goofball, let me go ask Gran if it's okay." Gran raised an
eyebrow when I asked if I could go out with Michael alone, but said that
it was okay as long as I was back by 7:30. I told Michael to come by
at
5:00. I hung up the phone. Why was my heart fluttering? I looked at
the clock and saw that Michael would be here in twenty minutes. For
some reason, I had to run to my room where I freshened my makeup,
checked my dress, and tried different pairs of shoes to see which ones
looked best with my dress, Somehow, that "heartbreaker" look that I
had been admiring an hour ago in the salon didn't seem quite good
enough. But there was nothing to be done - the doorbell rang!
Gran answered the door and I heard that deep voice saying hello to Gran.
"Mary, your friend Michael is here!" she called.
I came around the corner into the entry hall and saw a man standing
there, but the man had Michael's face. He had grown up! I was used to
him being bigger than I was, but now he was tall, at least six feet,
with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was wearing pressed khaki
pants and an oxford shirt. (Did I mention his narrow waist?) He saw me
as I came into the room and suddenly got the strangest look on his
face.
"Michael!"
"Hey, Squirt!" I ran up to him and gave him a hug. His big arms
wrapped around me. He was so tall! The top of my head was just below
his chin, and as I hugged him, I could have sworn that he was inhaling
my perfume. My arms barely reached around him. I felt comfortable
standing there like that. I had missed being with Michael and didn't
realize until right now. It felt good to be there. To be there...in
his arms. We hugged for just a moment longer than two old friends, and
I heard Gran clear her throat.
"Come in and tell us what you've been up to, Michael," said Gran. We
went into the kitchen and had coffee (very grown up!) while Michael told
Gran all about school and going out for football, and taking the
driver's test. All through our conversation, I kept looking at Michael,
amazed at how grown up he looked. I had never given much thought to
boys, but he looked...cute. He kept stealing glances at me, my face,
the top of my dress, my legs. Something told me this summer was going
to be really different. Soon, we were off for burgers.
Michael opened the door for me when we got into the car. When we got to
the restaurant, he opened my door, took my hand, and helped me from the
car. At our table, he pulled my chair out for me when we sat down. He
was different this year, that was for sure... As usual, we talked
about
the Dallas Cowboys first. We knew that one of these days, they would
win a Super Bowl, but today, they were still "Tommorrow's Champions,"
He told me all about going out for football and making two interceptions
in one game last fall. We talked about what we were gong to do this
summer and made plans to go to Six Flags. Michael said that we could go
swimming at the Country Club pool, and I realized that I might need a
swim suit! I thought my body might be good enough to wear one, and
reminded myself to ask Gran. Then I mentioned the dances at the Country
Club that Gran had told me about.
"That's great! Let's go together!" he said.
"I'd love to!" I said right away. And then it hit me - I had just
agreed to a date with a another boy! Well, maybe not, Michael was
Michael, after all... But I had just agreed to let him take me to a
dance. That certainly seemed like a date. We talked easily for the
rest of the evening, and Michael was a complete gentleman. There was
something different between us this year, though, a feeling both
frightening and exhilarating. I was very aware of Michael's...
masculinity. And given the way his eyes lingered on me, I was sure that
he was aware of my femininity. It was so confusing! This was my old
buddy Michael, but this year there was...something else... We finished
our dinner and Michael took me home. Gran raised an eyebrow when she
heard about our plans for going to the dance together, but she gave us
the dates for each of the dances and we decided to go to the first one,
in mid-June.
I talked to Gran a lot that evening about how things felt different
between Michael and me this year, and she thought that it made sense
since he and I were growing up. I could always be open and honest with
Gran, and I told her my biggest fear: that ultimately, if things went
far enough with Michael, I wouldn't be able to give him what a "normal"
girl could.
Gran chuckled and said, "Well, I hope you've been raised well enough so
that we don't have to worry about that right away!" and I laughed. Gran
said that in the long run, honesty was the best policy. It scared me
to
death to think about telling Michael the truth about me. I wasn't
afraid of losing him as a potential boyfriend, but of losing him as a
friend. I curled up in satin sheets wearing a long nightgown that
night, but I didn't sleep well.
It was great to be back in Dallas again. I caught up with Shirley, the
makeup tech at Nieman's, and she was amazed at how I was developing.
"You're gorgeous, Mary!" she said. "What are you planning to do this
summer?" I told her about my plans for Six Flags, swimming, and of
course, the dances, but it was clear that most of my time would be free.
"How would you feel about working here part-time?" she asked. A job?
As a girl? She explained that Nieman's had a summer intern program for
high school students. I would only work a few hours each week, but I
could pick up some extra pending money. The program rotated students
through various departments where they performed stockroom duties and
other "grunt work" with some sales responsibilities. The best part was
that there was a substantial employee discount! I was worried about the
paperwork, though. I couldn't use "Mary" as my name on the job
application since that wasn't my name on my Social Security card.
Shirley laughed and said, "Honey, we've had others boys work here as
girls. Just because your paycheck says one thing doesn't mean you name
tag can't say something different!" I talked to Gran and she said that
she would be happy to take me back and forth to work. But she also told
me that I would need to be very responsible and do a good job.
The next day, I dressed in my most conservative dress (I didn't have
many!) and went to talk to Shirley's supervisor. She was happy to talk
to me, and wasn't at all taken aback by my true gender.
"Oh, yes, we've had several male interns who worked as girls over the
years" she said. "It's more common than you think. In fact, right now
we have a male associate in our downtown store who dresses as a female.
She's very passable, but not as much as you, dear. If Shirley hadn't
told me, I never would have known." I got over my jitters quickly and
had a pleasant interview. She asked me to fill to some employment
forms, and I had my very first job!
The first thing that was apparent was that I needed a new wardrobe. My
clothes were pretty, but were either too casual or too dressy for work.
Gran and I bought several slim, narrow wool skirts and long-sleeved
blouses in white and various pastels, then three pairs of 3-inch heel
pumps. And the accessories...I had never given much thought to
brooches, bracelets, and necklaces, but Gran helped me get enough to
have a variety of looks available. My closet was getting full!
I worked three days a week. It was mostly restocking the backroom and
tracking inventory, but during the second week, they allowed me to work
on the sales floor. Being seen as female became second nature to me.
Every day, I would get up, take off my nightgown, bathe, and slip into
panties, stockings, and slip, then style my long air, put on my makeup,
then my outfit for the day. Heels, lingerie, and dresses became my
normal existence, and I wondered if there was any possibility of me
going back to my old school in the fall.
On some days, Michael picked me up from work at the end of the day and
we would go out to dinner. Gran mentioned that we were becoming an
item. It worried me. So far, Michael hadn't "tried anything" with me,
but there was a definite attraction there.
Soon, the evening of the first dance at the country club arrived. I
spent most of the day getting ready. After an appointment at the salon
to get my hair and nails done, I came home to prepare. This tie, I
would be going all out. I started with the black satin panties with a
sheer back, then a black garter belt. Long, ultra sheer black nylon
stockings were next. My bra was part of a set with the panties and
garter belt, and as I adjusted it on my chest, it pushed my breasts up
and in so that I had a noticeable cleavage. A little black half slip
was next. Then I sat at my makeup table and applied a formal evening
look to my face. As I applied eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara, I saw
that almond-eyed, almost asian look appear again. I looked good. It
was time for my cocktail dress. It had a form-fitting bodice that Gran
zipped up in back. The skirt was knee length but looked shorter,
because the material was so light that it floated around as I walked.
Michael's eyes went wide when he saw me. Always the perfect gentleman,
he escorted me to the car and opened the door for me. The dance was
beautiful, with candles and low lighting, and a live band that played
mostly slow songs. Neither one of us was an accomplished dancer. I
simply put my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist,
and together we just moved to the music. I put my head against his
chest and felt his big, strong arms holding me. He was warm and gentle.
Between dances, we sat and talked and laughed like old friends. It was
magical, and of course, it ended all too soon.
Michael was quiet on the drive home. We sat in is car outside Gran's
house and talked for awhile. I told him that I had had a wonderful
time. Then he reached across to me, gently slipped his hand next to my
cheek then behind my neck. He leaned toward me and put his lips on
mine.
"Michael, wait!" I said. "I have to tell you something. There's
something you don't know. Michael, I really like you."
"I like you too, Mary."
"No, you need to know something...I'm just going to say it. I...I'm a
boy," I whispered.
He sat back, chuckled a little, and said, "I wondered when you were
going to tell me."
"What?"
He smiled as if he was letting me in on a joke. "Mary, I've known about
you for two years. My grandmother told me."
I couldn't process what I was hearing. I didn't know what to say.
"Mary, it's okay. Your grandmother told my grandmother all about you a
couple of years ago. My grandmother told me. I guess they didn't want
me to get my feelings hurt. I admit I was a little shocked at first,
but I've had a lot of time to get used to the idea," he said gently.
"But, Michael...I'm a boy! Are you...gay?"
Then he really laughed. "Mary, I date girls. If you want to know if
I'm gay, look in the mirror. Do you look like a boy? You're prettier
than any girl I've ever been out with!"
I still couldn't get my head wrapped around the idea that Michael knew
about me. On some perverse level, it was like I had been cheated
because all the worrying that I had done had been for nothing!
"Mary, it's okay. I wouldn't have asked you out if it wasn't," he said.
Slowly, I got it through my thick head that all my worrying really had
been for nothing. Michael liked me for who I was. I was still trying
to get used to the idea when he leaned across the seat, slipped his hand
to the back of my neck, and touched his lips to mine. I went dizzy.
All bt themselves, my arms went around his neck. I could feel my
breasts pressing against his chest. I felt his tongue and I opened my
lips slightly, allowing him to enter me. Our tongues entwined and
slipped against each other. We kissed and kissed, then kissed some
more. After a few minutes, Michael said that it was getting late. He
walked me to the door with his arm around my shoulders, and gave me a
long good night kiss at the front door. With a promise that we would go
out again soon, I let go of him and went into the house.
I lay in bed that night too happy to sleep. In an instant, all my
worries about Michael had disappeared. On the other hand, the more I
thought about it, there were other things to worry about, too. Now that
Michael knew about me, and we were dating as boy and girl, how would I
react if he wanted to do something physical? Should I stop him? Did I
even want to? I certainly liked kissing him, but what if he wanted
more? I didn't want to be a prude, but I didn't want to be a slut,
either. I guess I really was becoming a girl, because I was facing the
challenges that other girls face.
I began to think about next fall and how I would deal with school. My
body was continuing to change, and there was no way I could go back to
school even remotely resembling a boy. Mom, Dad, Gran, and I talked
about it, and my parents agreed to let me go to school in Dallas in the
fall as a girl! Dad, who was always "Mister Practicality," noted that I
couldn't enroll anywhere as a girl until I got my legal status changed.
The psychologist gave us her recommendation, and we got the legal
paperwork started not only to have my status changed from male to
female, but my legal name changed from Joe to Mary. Gran mentioned that
for the first time, I would need to start looking a fall fashions!
Life settled into a new routine. Work was going well. I enjoyed
dealing with customers, and I still went out with friends to movies or
dinner. I was accepted for enrollment at the Hockaday School, an
exclusive all-girls school in Dallas. The girls there wore uniforms of
little plaid jumpers and white blouses. I was going to need to learn to
be a schoolgirl!
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