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It was mid October and time to prepare for the Eighth grade's class play. This year we were told that instead of a traditional play we would put on a show about parts of the country. My class was to take the Western part and highlight its culture. I didn't think it was too bad, at least we could do something on Rodeos or maybe Horses. I found out later that Rodeos were the farthest things from my teachers mind when she thought of the West. She also wanted to have a dance part in every section. I wasn't exactly thrilled at this, but everyone in the eighth grade was involved so I figured at least I wouldn't stand out. Once again I figured wrong; I soon found out that since there were more boys than girls in my class there would be problems with the Western Dance scene. After much thought, my teacher decided that since there were four more boys than girls two of us would become girls for the play. She picked the four shortest boys, including my friend Jim and me, and put our names in a box. I got to pick the names of the two unlucky boys who would be girls. Jim almost died when the first name I chose turned out to be his, I told him it was a tough break but couldn't help laughing at the thought of Jim as a girl. My laughter stopped when I looked at the second name I had chosen - it was mine. My teacher, Mrs. Wald smiled and tried to console me. She told the rest of the class not to laugh because we were doing this to help them. I appreciated her help but there were still snickers and giggles from the class! Mrs. Wald passed out papers detailing what each group would wear for the show. I looked at the section marked "Western Dancers" and became sick! Under this section it read; "Boys - Jeans, plaid shirts and bandannas. Girls - Skirts, (denim if possible), white blouses, (fringed if possible)." It was bad enough I had to play a girl's part but now I was expected to dress like one too. One the way home from school Jim and I talked about the play and how we were going to break the news to our families. We agreed that they'd have to know since they would eventually see the play and we were positive that word of our plight would quickly spread. Jim was worried about his older sister's teasing him but I was more concerned with what our friends were going to say to us. When I got home I found Mom in the kitchen. I put my books on the Dining Room table and told her that I had to talk to her. She stopped what she was doing and asked me what was wrong. In a shaky voice I asked, "Could I borrow a skirt and blouse please?" Mom stared at me for a moment. "A big date coming up and you've got nothing to wear?" She asked laughing. I told her about the play and how Jim and I were picked to be girls; handing her the sheet Mrs. Wald had passed out I showed her the part where it specified what I was to wear. Mom read the sheet and began laughing. "I used to dream about having my teenage daughter raiding my closets for outfits." She chuckled. "I just never thought I'd be lending clothes to my son!" I was beginning to get really upset by now. "Please mom," I begged. "The kids at school will tease me enough. Can't you just be nice and help me out?" Mom put her arm around me and pulled me close for a hug. "Don't worry," she said. "I promise not to tease you. Let's go look through my stuff, I think I have some things that should fit you." "There's no rush mom," I told her. "The play's not for another three weeks." I was beginning to worry, it seemed as though mom had suddenly become overly interested in helping me. She brushed aside my objections. "Those weeks will go quickly," she said as she steered me towards her room. "It's best to be ready!" We went into her room and she began to look through her closets. She handed me a long denim skirt and a plain white blouse. "Why don't you take these to your room and try them on?" I looked at her pleadingly. "Do I have to try them on; they look like they'll fit?" Mom just pushed me out of the room. "Just try them on. We have to know if you'll look just right." The last thing I cared about was looking just right but I knew better than to argue with mom so I went off to my room. I pulled the skirt on over my jeans and buttoned the blouse over top of my shirt. I couldn't reach the zipper of button on the back of the skirt so I just left them undone and went to show mom. "They seem to fit okay mom," I said as I entered the kitchen. "May I take them off now please?" Mom looked at me and laughed. "That's not what I meant when I told you to try them on." She said. "Now go back in there and take off your shirt and pants first. I'll help you with that zipper when you're ready." I could see that there was no easy way out of this for me so back to my room I trudged. I did as mom ordered and removed my shirt and pants before putting on the skirt and blouse. Looking in the mirror I found that standing there in mom's skirt and blouse with my socks and tennis shoes on I looked every bit as silly as I felt. Once again I set off to show mom how I looked. This time mom was much more approving of my looks. "Turn around honey, "she said to me."Let me get you zipped and buttoned." I turned and mom tucked the blouse in to the skirt before she zipped and buttoned it. "That's much better, she said."That outfit looks like a perfect fit on you." She must have thought that I'd actually be happy about the fit. Sometimes I wondered what she could possibly be thinking. "I think I look as dumb as I feel." I retorted. "I can't believe I got roped into this!" Mom just looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry dear," she said. "You'll look just right for the play, I promise." Once again mom managed to make me question her sanity. "I don't want to look just right mom I want to look like a normal boy." Mom just stared at me smiling. "Yes' Mike, whatever you want!" She said. I didn't understand the way she was looking at me and smiling. I just chalked it up to goofy parents, a decision I'd come to regret. I went back to my room and changed, thankful to get out of those silly clothes. I did my homework and went to see how things went for Jim. Mrs. Karl answered the door and asked me to come in. She explained that Jim was in his room and that she'd tell him I was here. I made myself at home with Jim's "Game Boy" and waited for him to come down. A few minutes later I glanced up to see Jim's sister came down followed by his mom. "Hi Heather, what's new?" I almost died when "Heather" turned out to be Jim! He was wearing one of his sister's denim skirts and a silky, white, pullover top. He even had on stockings and a pair of white, girl's shoes. Jim's mom laughed at my reaction. "Well what do you think Mike, which one of you girls is going to look nicer in the play?" I couldn't believe it; my best friend's mom was asking which of us was going to be the prettier girl. I was beginning to think aliens had sucked out her brain. I didn't want to cause trouble so I just smiled and said, "Oh Jim will, Mrs. Karl. No doubt about it!" Mrs. Karl smiled and said, "We'll have to wait and see!" Turning to Jim she said, "Why don't you two go to your room dear. I'm sure you have lots to talk about!" As we were leaving she added, "Please be careful with your sisters clothes, she's only lending you that outfit!" Jim promised he'd be careful and we went to his room so he could change. As soon as we got to his room I asked him how he managed to end up looking like his sister. He explained that when he got home he told his mother about the play and asked if she'd help him. His mother agreed to help but said they'd have to tell Heather since he'd need one of her outfits. Embarrassed, Jim agreed and together they told his sister. He said that Heather laughed when they told her but their mother immediately corrected her. She agreed to help and promptly found a top and skirt for him to try on. Even though Heather was two years older than Jim her clothes turned out to be a perfect fit for him. He thought he was done and was about to put his clothes on again when his mother stopped him. She called him back into the room and asked him to turn around so that she could look at him from behind. When he did she remarked that there was something missing and for him to wait for her in his room. She stayed behind with his sister, closing the bedroom door. She called him to return a few minutes later and told him that she thought he looked cute in Heather's clothes and asked him to do her a favor. Not thinking to ask what the favor was Jim agreed. His mother smiled and asked him to try a few other things on for her. I figured he meant the shoes and stockings but when I asked he sort of looked away. "What's wrong," I asked wondering if he had it as bad as I did. "You can tell me, remember I have to be a girl too." Jim got up from where he was sitting. "Not just the shoes and stockings Mike" He said as he unbuttoned the front of the skirt and unzipped it. As he stepped out of the skirt I was stunned, Jim was wearing a lace trimmed slip. "Good grief" I gasped. "You mean she made you wear a slip too?" Jim just nodded as he started to remove the top. "Not just the slip," he said, pulling the top over his head. I couldn't believe it; Jim was standing there in a slip, stockings, and a bra! I sat there staring, not knowing what to say. Finally I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "Don't tell me she made you wear Heather's underwear too?" He shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the slip. Under the pantyhose he was wearing I could clearly see that he had on a pair of white, lace trimmed, panties. I thought I had it bad when mom had me take off my shirt and pants to try on my outfit. I was grateful that mom hadn't gotten any silly ideas for me. As Jim changed back into his own clothes we talked about his outfit. "I hope your mom and sister don't make you dress like that for the play." I said. "Maybe they'll forget all about it by then." Jim stopped dressing and turned to me. "Promise me you won't say anything about this Mike," he asked. "Don't worry buddy, I won't say a word." He seemed relieved to hear my promise. "I hope they don't forget." I thought that there was something wrong with my hearing. "What did you just say?" I asked. He looked right at me. "I said I hope they don't forget about dressing me up." That settled it, not only had the aliens sucked out his mothers brain, they'd gotten Jim's too! "Are you nuts or something? I asked as politely as I could. "You're a thirteen year old boy remember?" I reminded him of Jamie, a girl in our math class that he had taken an interest in. "I'm not planning on becoming a girl, Mike." He smiled. "I just thought it was kind of fun letting Mom and Heather dress me up!" I wasn't sure I understood what Jim meant but he was my friend and I did make a promise. "Sure Jim," I replied, "If it's all right with you then I guess it's fine." Jim smiled and said, "Thanks Mike, you're really a great guy!" Hoping to lighten things up a bit I grinned and said, "And you're an all right girl, I guess." That definitely lightened up Jim since he broke into a huge grin. "Do you really think I looked pretty?" He asked hopefully. I couldn't believe it! Things were just going from bad to worse, now my best friend wanted to know if I thought he was pretty. "Earth to Jim!" I yelled. "You're not supposed to be pretty!" Jim's grin faded, "Oh well," he said seeming a little bummed out. "I was just wondering." Jim and I played with his video games until I had to go home for dinner. Before I left I had to promise Jim again that I'd keep his secret. I knew it wouldn't be hard to keep. I was afraid that if I didn't the kids would think that since I was his best friend I must be crazy too. The next day at school went pretty well with Jim and I acting as if nothing had happened. Surprisingly enough, none of our friends said anything to us about the play. I guess that they were relieved that it wasn't them. Of course with the kind of luck I'd been having I knew things had to change. That happened in music class when our teacher said we would start practicing for the play. I thought everything was going to be okay until Jim and I were asked to stay after class. It turned out that our teacher, Mrs. Sloan, wanted to make sure we had read the paper she gave out on our costumes. She wanted to make sure we understood that we'd be expected to wear the same outfit the other girls would be wearing. Jim and I both nodded but that wasn't going to be good enough for Mrs. Sloan. "Do you boys understand that you're going to have to wear a skirt and blouse?" She asked. We nodded agreement again and this appeared to satisfy her. She told us that she was sorry we'd have to dress like girls but it was only for a little while and we were really helping our class. Before I could say anything Jim chimed in and said that it was okay and that we really didn't mind that much. I wanted to grab him and shake some sense into him but I didn't think Mrs. Sloan would approve. Right about then I really didn't care about helping the class, I wanted to sink into a hole and stay there. Luckily I was able to get us out of there before Jim dug us any deeper into the hole we were in. That afternoon Jim came over to see me. I was a little worried about how he might be dressed but when I opened the door there was good old Jim, my best friend. We threw my football back and forth until it was almost dinner time. Mom asked if he'd like to stay for dinner and I thought it would be a great idea too. Jim's mom agreed and soon we sat down to dinner. I had forgotten about seeing Jim in his sisters clothes and wasn't about to mention the play. Mom on the other hand had other ideas. It started out casually enough with us talking about an upcoming Math test but turned ugly soon enough. "Do you have your outfit ready for the class play Jim?" Mom asked innocently enough. I shot her a look to try to stop her but it was useless. Once mom got an idea in her head she kept at it until she was finished. Jim perked right up at this turn in the conversation. "Yes I do Mrs. Warren," he replied happily. He then went on to tell about how Heather was letting him wear one of her pretty white tops and her blue Denim mini-skirt. He eagerly related that he would also get to borrow a pair of white shoes with a low heel, and stockings too. Mom seldom needed much encouragement to explore an idea and Jim was providing more than enough! She told Jim that I would be wearing her long denim skirt and a white blouse. She thought for a moment then looked over at me. "You know Mike," she said. "I'll bet you'd look great in a short skirt, and I never thought about stockings and heels!" If looks could kill Jim and Mom would have been fried on the spot. Mom was going off the deep end with Jim sitting there smiling. Never one to leave well enough alone Jim added, "Yeah Mike, all the other girls will probably be wearing short skirts and stockings." I thought it was a little strange to hear Jim talk about "the other girls" but didn't want to bring it up around mom. Not that I could have, mom's mind was racing along with the idea of me in a short skirt and stockings. "It's too bad that I don't have a nice short skirt for you to wear honey," she said sadly. "Yeah mom," I said sarcastically, "I was so looking forward to wearing stockings too." Mom seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. "Well don't worry," she promised. "We'll work something out in time!" I cringed at what she might be thinking. Jim stayed for several hours after dinner. As I walked him to the door I thanked him for giving my mother such wonderful ideas. The dummy thought I was serious! "That's great Mike," he said. "I'm glad you've changed your mind about getting dressed up!" Jim will never know how close I was to killing him. "I haven't changed my mind," I said with a scowl. "I don't want to be a girl; I don't even like the idea of dressing like one for this stupid play!" Jim looked at me as though I was crazy. "Sorry," he said appearing confused. "I was just trying to help!" After he left I went back inside to help mom clean up the kitchen. She looked at me and smiled, "Jim seems quite excited about the play, doesn't he?" I knew I had promised Jim not to say anything but this wasn't school and after all, he started it. "Mom," I asked hesitantly, "is it normal for boys to dress up as girls?" Mom must have thought I was talking about the play. "It's no big deal Mike," she said. "There have been lots of plays and movies where men pretended to be ladies." I stopped her before she could work up another head of steam. I explained what had happened at Jim's and that I was concerned. Mom had me stop what I was doing and sat down at the table with me. She told me she had heard of men who dressed as women and that most were pretty much normal guys. She then got a dictionary and we looked up "Transvestite" which is what she said men like that were called. I was relieved to see them described as "Otherwise normal males." To my amazement, she suggested that I give it a try. "You're joking right?" I asked. "You really don't think I'd put on girl's clothes if I didn't have to, do you?" Mom seemed to feel that her suggestion was really no big deal. "Why not give it a try this weekend? After all, Jim seems to think it's a lot of fun." I was sure my mother and Jim had both lost their sanity but she persisted. She said that dad was going to be off on this current business trip all weekend and that I could start Friday after school. To sweeten the deal she offered to take me out to the mall on Saturday and buy me the leather jacket I had my eye on. The jacket idea was what finally swung the deal for mom although I would have probably given in just to make her stop her pestering me. We set a date for Friday evening and she said she'd pick out something for me to wear. I made her promise to buy me the jacket even if I decided I didn't like being dressed up, which I was sure I wouldn't. The next day, in music class, Mrs. Sloan had the boys sit on one side of the room and the girls on the other. This she explained was because on stage the girls would be separate from the boys and we had to get used to singing with our group. Needless to say Jim and I were told to move over and sit with the girls! This was getting to be more embarrassing by the day. I was grateful to see the class end so I could get away from the girls. Thankfully, after class, not a single boy said anything to us. I wondered how long we could get away with this since on Friday we would have to go off with the girls to learn their dance steps. I thought that was sure to bring some stupid remarks. Well the fateful class arrived soon enough, too soon as a matter of fact. I wasn't looking forward to learning how to dance as a girl. Jim and I picked up our books and followed the girls to the gym where the practice was to be held. The girls were mostly nice to us although there were a few giggles when we entered the gym. As we lined up Mrs. Sloan said that she didn't mean any offense to me or Jim but she would be addressing the class as "Ladies". She said it was simply easier that way and that we should just follow along. After class the girls were all talking about the new dance and before I knew it Jim and I were deeply involved in the conversation. The girls acted as if there were nothing unusual about two boys learning how to dance as girls. We talked and joked all the back to our lockers and several of them even walked home with us so we could talk some more. I was beginning to think that this play might turn out to be a great way to get to know some pretty girls. I was still thinking about one of the girls as I walked into my house and set down my books. Mom broke into my thoughts with a cherry, "Hi Mike, all set?" I was confused for a second or two and asked her what I was supposed to be set for. She looked at me and laughed. "You're not backing out of our deal, are you?" Then it hit me like a sledgehammer! It was Friday, the day I promised to let mom dress me like a girl. I tried to weasel out of it but she reminded me that she had promised to buy me that leather jacket this weekend. I thought about how badly I wanted that jacket then turned to mom. "Okay," I sighed. "I really want that jacket, what do I have to do?" Mom seemed a little upset with my attitude. "Relax honey," she said as she took my arm and guided me towards her room. "You never know, this could be fun!" When we got to her room I found that she had a complete outfit laid out for me. Lying on the bed were a pair of nylon panties, a slip, bra, pantyhose, and a dress. I was beginning to get cold feet but I reminded myself that I could never afford that leather jacket on my allowance. "So this is it huh, I have to put on all of this to get that jacket?" Mom ignored my question. She gave me the clothes and told me to go to my room and get started. She'd stop by in a few minutes to help me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm a big boy now; I've been dressing myself for quite a while remember?" Mom found that to be very funny, "Wrong!" She said with an evil smile. "Tonight you're a big GIRL and believe me you'll need my help." Still laughing, she shoved me off towards my room. Once in my room I looked at the clothes and began to wonder if the jacket was really worth it. I decided that it was and reluctantly began to take off my clothes. Once I got everything off I picked up the panties Mom had given me to wear. They had lace all around the waist and leg openings. When I pulled them on I noticed that they felt very soft and light, totally different from the boy's underwear I was used to. I got everything adjusted just right and reached for the pantyhose. I soon figured that they were like pants with feet so with just a little work I managed to pull them on. The tag inside of them said they were "Smooth and Silky" which went a long way towards explaining the way they felt. Without thinking, I found myself running my hands down my nylon covered legs and thinking about how nice they felt. Suddenly I snapped back to reality; I was only doing this to get that jacket, there was just no way I'd like it. Yet when reaching for the bra I brushed my leg with my hand and an awful thought came to me. I liked the way the nylon felt against my skin! Before I could give any more thought to my plight mom entered the room. She was pleasantly surprised to see that I had mastered the pantyhose and was ready for the bra. She took the bra from me and held it in front of me so I could slip my arms through its straps. Once in place she fastened the back hooks. Next she picked up several pairs of stockings she brought in with her and stuffed one pair into each side of the bra. "That's better," she said as she stepped back to look at me. "No point in overdoing it." In my opinion she had already overdone it, the panties and stockings were bad enough but now it looked like I had boobs. Next she had me pull a white slip over my head and stand still as she adjusted the length. Looking down at myself I couldn't believe that I was standing here all decked out in nylon and lace. Yet there was no denying it, the slip was trimmed with lace at the top and bottom and the stockings in the bra made a very feminine bulge at the chest. I must have been staring at myself longer than I realized because the next thing I knew Mom was sitting on the bed smiling. "So you seem to be enjoying this after all?" She asked; a silly grin on her face. I was terrified that she might think this was fun for me. "Get real mom," I shot back. "I'm only putting up with this to get that leather jacket." Mom walked over and put her arm around my waist. Drawing me close to her she hugged me and asked, "Then why were you smiling as you looked at yourself?" Mom didn't even give me a chance to deny it; she simply announced that I should be able to finish dressing by myself then left the room smiling. After mom left I picked up the dress and looked at it. It was nice looking one as dresses go; pale yellow with short sleeves and elastic around the waist. I slipped the dress over my head and pulled it down. After I got it straightened out I went over to the mirror to check myself out. The image in the mirror confused me; I saw what appeared to be a young girl with a nice figure in a pretty yellow dress. The dress fit tightly enough on top to show a young woman's bust line and loose enough to allow the skirt to flare out slightly. My eyes drifted down to the girls legs and I admired how nice they looked in stockings. "All in all not a bad looking girl," I thought to myself. When I finally looked at the girls head and face I realized that the cute girl I had been admiring was me. My heart started pounding and I began to break into a sweat as I realized how pretty I looked. Mom walked in to see me standing there ready to cry. "What's wrong, Mike?' I'm sorry if this upsets you, I thought you might enjoy it," I turned and put my arms around her and buried my face in her chest. "Oh mom," I cried, "I look like a girl in these clothes." Mom stepped back and lifted my head and looked into my eyes. "So, she asked, perplexed, what did you expect to look like?" Mom took out a tissue and wiped away my tears. It was painfully obvious that she just didn't understand! "Mom, I'm a boy," I said sobbing. "I like sports, I like girls, and I shouldn't like looking like a girl!" Mom smiled and hugged me. "It's okay sweetie" She said as she held me tightly. "No one has to know that you like wearing pretty clothes, it'll be our little secret!" I hugged her tight and whispered "Zip me up, please?" Mom sat down on the bed with me and I should just relax and enjoy myself. "Come with me." She said, taking my hand in hers. "We're not done yet." I could only wonder what she had in mind. We left my room and headed over to mom's room. The carpet on my stocking feet felt so different than when I had socks on. Another odd feeling was when my legs rubbed together, the feel of nylon against nylon was terrific. When we reached mom's room she asked me to sit on her bed while she helped me with my shoes. I began to plop down as I usually did when she stopped me. "Reach behind and smooth out your skirt when you sit down" She said this would prevent my skirt from being wrinkled. "Oh so that's why girls do that?" I remarked. Mom laughed, "Another reason," she explained, "was to prevent the skirt from sticking together. That way when you stand up your underwear doesn't show." Somehow that seemed funny to me and I burst out laughing. Mom smiled and took out a hairbrush. After a little brushing and teasing she showed me the finished job. I now had fluffed up hair parted at the front with bangs curling on my forehead. Mom gave me a close examination. "I can see you're going to need a lot of work!" "A lot of work for what mom?" I asked naively. "It's going to take a lot of work to make a proper young lady out of you of course." She replied as if it was a no-brainer. The thought of being turned into a "proper young lady" terrified me. I was worried that I was doing something really stupid but couldn't stop. "But I don't want to be a proper young lady mom!" I objected. "We can stop if you really want to," she offered. I wanted to stop, at least I should have wanted to stop, but I couldn't, I just couldn't. Stopping would have meant taking off the panties that felt so nice on my butt, the stockings that felt just as nice on my legs and yeah, made them look great, not to mention what I'd come to think of as a "cute" bra and a really "pretty" slip. "No," I whimpered. "Please don't stop." Mom smiled and handed me a pair of shiny, black shoes with a low heel and a thin strap across the ankle. I slipped my feet into them and fastened the straps. Mom stood in front of me to catch me in case I stumbled. "Go ahead and stand up," She said to me. "Let's see how pretty you look in those shoes." I stood up with no problem, I guess the heel wasn't that high. As I began to walk across the room to see how they felt I noticed something odd. I couldn't walk like I usually did; instead I had to take smaller steps. Mom had a big smile as she watched me getting used to the shoes. "You seem to have them mastered," she laughed. "Care to see if you can handle heels?" She picked out a pair of yellow heels that matched my dress. "Let's see how good you are now!" She said with a devilish grin. I took the shoes from her and sat down to change. For some reason I just had to meet her challenge. As I stood up I realized that I was definitely going to have a balance problem. Mom just stood there grinning. "Not so easy being a lady is it?" She asked. "Maybe now you'll appreciate what females go through to look nice for guys!" Actually I didn't care what females went through. My only concern was that I might just want to become one. It took a moment or two to get my balance but finally I was able to stand without swaying. To me that was quite an accomplishment, but to mom it was only the beginning. "Very good," she said approvingly, "now try to walk in them." I had only taken two steps when I stumbled. Fortunately mom was there to catch me. "I told you they wouldn't be easy!" She laughed. "Now take small steps, put your toe down first, and then put one foot in front of the other." I took mom's advice and soon I was walking in the heels. Mom was beaming proudly at me. "You should see the way your little butt sways when you walk Mike," She said gleefully. "You'll drive the boys insane when you get a little older" My mind drifted off for a moment and I pictured guys smiling at me and asking if they could walk me home and carry my books. Smiling at mom I said, "Sure would be different having someone do things for me but I don't plan on ever doing this again. I'm going along with this just to get my jacket and that's it." Mom had a way of ignoring things she didn't think were important and my opinion was one of those things. Reaching into her closet she pulled out the gown she had worn when dad took her to his prom. "Try this on honey," she giggled, "I've been saving it for my daughter, but you'll do nicely." I looked at the gown and felt sick. It was very feminine looking; a light violet color with an outer layer of white lace. The front of it had a lace insert which reached from the shoulders to the bust line. A sash in deep violet tied around the back to complete the romantic look. "I can't wear that mom," I protested. "That's way too girlish!" I hoped she couldn't hear the voice in my head screaming "that's so cute, I can't wait to wear it!" Mom reminded me that I had agreed to do what she wanted and backing out would cost me the jacket. Feeling trapped, I quickly took the gown and headed for the door to go back to my room. but mom told me to stay there. "You're going to need help with that young lady," she said. "You might as well stay here and make it easier for me. With nowhere to go I unbuttoned the dress I had on and stepped out of it. Mom went to her dresser and took something out. "Take your slip and bra off dear," she told me. "You'll need this with that gown." I promptly slid the straps from my shoulders and let it fall to my feet. Stepping out of it I took the item mom held out to me. It appeared to be a long slip with no straps and a built in bra. It had elastic around it to keep it up and was trimmed with lots of lace. Mom showed me how to slip my arms out of the bra straps and twist it around so that I could unhook which would make it simpler so that I could to put bras on by myself. I pretended not to pay attention but I couldn't help watching mom's every move and trying to memorize them. Mom took the stockings that were in the cups of the other bra, quickly rolled them up and stuck them into this one. "Good girl!" She said happily. "You're really beginning to look nice!" It struck me as odd that mom had referred to me as a "young lady" earlier and had just said "good girl" to me now. I wondered if things were getting out of control; mom was referring to me as a girl and I couldn't stop her. Heck, I wasn't really sure I wanted to; being called a girl seemed exciting to me! I'd take care of that later. Right now I just had to go along to get my jacket. Mom had me raise my arms so she could slide it over my head then pulled the gown over my shoulders and waist. Once she got it just the way she wanted it she stepped behind me and zipped it up. "You're going to make such a lovely young woman in this outfit," She sighed as she tied the sash behind me. "I hope you like it as much as I did when I wore it!" When mom had me completely zipped and the sash tied she led me over to the full length mirror. There in the mirror I saw a young girl in a beautiful gown that seemed to hug her body to show off a nicely built high school girl. It was tighter around the waist and then flowed out as it reached my hips, giving the illusion of curves Mom was ecstatic over how I looked in her prom dress; I was becoming more upset by the moment. I couldn't decide if I should complain about how far mom was taking this whole thing or throw my arms around her and thank her! "You look gorgeous," She gushed, "I just wish you had someplace to wear it to" Mom was just trying to be nice to me but her last remark brought the world crashing in on me. "No way mom," I said breaking free. "There's no way I would actually wear these clothes in public!" Mom acted as if it was just a minor problem to be solved in due time. "That's okay honey," she said. "We'll figure something out later." Her eyes seemed to light up as she said, "Come on, I've got some other outfits for you to try on!" We spent the rest of the night as mother and daughter. Mom found all kinds of pretty clothes for me to wear and I had to try each and every outfit on. Before we knew it the evening had flown by and it was time to get some sleep. I took off the final skirt and top while I ran my bath water. It had been stranger than I had imagined possible but now it was over. Tomorrow I would be a boy again, a boy with a great looking leather jacket! I went to my room took off my slip and bra and put on a bathrobe. As I went back to the bathroom I saw mom coming out. She smiled and said that my bath was all ready and she'd set something out for me to wear. I thought it was nice of her after all she had put me through. At least I thought so until I went into the bathroom. Mom had taken her scented bath oil and poured some in and stepped into the water. As soon as I sat down I noticed the smell, it reminded me of one of mom's favorite colognes. Another thing I noticed was how silky the water had become, I'd never had a bath like this before and it felt so nice. While I was enjoying (more like "Luxuriating" as the label said) my bath mom knocked on the door, "I brought you some things to wear to bed. I'll leave them on the floor out here, I hope you like them." I wasn't sure what she meant, I'd always slept in my underwear and mom knew it. I figured I'd check on it after I finished my great bath. After I finished my bath I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. Opening the door I saw what mom had brought for me. On the floor outside of the bathroom lay a yellow, nylon, nightgown, a pair of lacy, yellow panties and a pair of her backless bedroom slippers to match the nightgown and panties. "One last obstacle before I get my jacket." I thought to myself. I picked up the clothes and put them on. It upset me to think of how good the panties and nightgown felt but I reminded myself that it would be over soon and I'd be back to being myself again. I put on the slippers and went to show mom. Well how do I look?" I asked as I entered the room. Feeling a little playful I twirled around so that the nightgown flared out showing a little bit of my panties. Mom laughed, "You look lovely dear, just like I thought you would." Mom gave me a hug and goodnight kiss before I went to my room. As I was leaving she told me how nice I smelled. "Just what I always wanted," I thought to myself. "a perfumed bath, a nightgown and panties. I couldn't wait to have it over with in the morning. When I woke up the next morning I was surprised to find myself in a nightgown and panties. I put on the slippers mom lent me and went off to have breakfast with her, She seemed very happy to see I had not taken off the nightgown yet. "You look very pretty this morning Mike," she said as she prepared breakfast. "Are you ready to pick up your new jacket?" Ready? How could I not be ready? I had wanted that jacket ever since I first saw it! I think mom could tell by my huge grin what the answer was without being told She set a plate of pancakes in front of me and excused herself saying she had to get a few things ready herself. By the time I had finished eating she returned to say that she had set my clothes out for me. "Thanks mom," I said," I'll leave your nightgown on your bed." After a moment's thought I asked, "What should I do with your underwear?" Mom just smiled at me, "They're not mine Mike, the nightgown and the panties are yours. You wouldn't look right in my panties so I did a little shopping earlier in the week, when I saw that nightgown, I thought you'd look so pretty in it. You might as well keep them on to get used to wearing them." I went back to my room feeling awfully confused. I wasn't about to start wearing panties and nightgowns; no matter how nice they looked on me or how good they felt, was I? When I saw what mom had set out for me to wear I went nuts; laying there on my bed was a bra, a pair of white pantyhose, a half slip, and a very pretty dress which I'd never seen before. "Oh mom," I called sarcastically. "I seem to have a problem with my clothes!" Mom's grin as she came into my room told me she knew exactly why I called her. "Is something wrong honey?" She asked, appearing to be the picture of innocence. "Wrong, mom?" I played along. "What makes you think anything could be wrong?" I pointed to the clothes on my bed. "You don't really think I'd walk out of the house wearing those things do you?" I asked. Mom's smile faded and she became very serious. "I thought it would be fun!" She grinned. "I wouldn't have put them there if I hadn't expected you to wear them." That clinched it, mom had completely flipped. "I can't go out in those things mom." Mom's expression suddenly changed, she seemed to be hurt. "You promised, remember Mike?" She asked sadly. "You said that you'd go along for the weekend if I bought you that jacket. Have you changed your mind?" Here I was faced with going out in public in girl's clothes and mom was acting as if she had a problem. I didn't know what else to do; I just had to have that coat. "All right, mom." I finally agreed. "But could you at least tell me what you have in mind?" Mom promised to explain things as I got dressed. I took off my nightgown and picked up the bra. "Strange," I thought to myself, "This isn't at all like the one I wore last night." Mom saw my puzzled expression. "That one's yours," she said as if it was no big deal. "I thought it would be better if you wore a padded one, one made for a girl your age." She handed me the stockings after I got the bra fastened and adjusted. "As a matter a fact, these things are all yours." She told me. "You wouldn't look right wearing my clothes; girls your age dress differently than women my age do and you're going to want to fit in." It turns out that mom had planned on taking me shopping as a girl as soon as I agreed to try dressing up. She went out and bought a few things for me to wear so I'd look like any other thirteen year old girl when we went shopping. The stockings were of course a perfect fit as were the slip and dress. The dress would have looked really nice on any girl; mom described it as a "Floral Print" in fall colors. I thought it was just some brown and orange flowers and stuff, guess I had a lot to learn. Mom showed me how to unzip it just enough to pull over my head. That way I could reach the zipper to pull it up the rest of the way by myself. Useful stuff for a guy to know, right? When I got the dress on and zipped it up I was surprised at how nice I looked in it. Although it really bugged me to admit it mom was right, it was just right for a girl my age, very figure flattering I think they say. It ended several inches above my knees, just like the girls wore at school. As a matter of fact, everything I wore was looked right on me. My padded bra gave me just the right sized chest, and the dress provided curves for my waist and hips. My slip was the perfect length, the lace at the bottom ended an inch or two before my dress did so I didn't have to worry about my slip showing. "I'm sure you tried hard mom," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "But I don't see how I'm going to make anyone think I'm really a girl? One look and they'll know that I'm a boy." Mom reached down and handed me a pair of low heeled, brown suede shoes. As I stepped into them mom said, "Come with me, I'll show you how we're going to do it." She led me back to her room and had me sit down at her dresser. I remembered what she had told me and smoothed the back of my skirt before I sat down. "Glad to see you remembered," she said as I sat down. "I wouldn't want to have my dress stick up in the back," I replied with a grin. Mom reached over and grabbed her makeup kit. "This is going to be fun," she exclaimed as she began to apply a liquid to my face. She took her time, saying that she wanted my makeup it to look just right. She said girls my age shouldn't wear much makeup; it made them look like "Little Tramps." "No daughter of mine is going to look that way!" She vowed. "Uh mom," I interrupted, "you don't have a daughter, remember?" Mom stopped for a moment to admire her handiwork, "I do now!" She laughed. "Me and my big mouth." It took mom about twenty minutes or so to do my makeup. She happily explained what she was using and how as she worked. First she applied the liquid, ("Foundation" she called it, sort of like a base coat in painting), next came powder, (to set the foundation and take away any shine), just a little blush to bring out the color in my cheeks, brown eye shadow to match the colors in my dress, then a coral lipstick ("subdued but pretty," she said). She finally pronounced me done and let me look in the mirror. I looked very nice, a pretty dress, nice figure, cute face, but I still looked like a boy. "Nice try mom," I said, "But my hair won't stay the way you fixed it last night. Sorry." I started to get up but mom put her hand on my shoulder. "Sit down young lady," she said. "You're not done yet." Mom picked up what appeared to be a long lock of hair (a "fall" she said) and put it against my head. "Good thing we've got the same shade of hair." In just a few minutes she was done and then I got to see what I finally looked like. Gone was the boy in the pretty dress and makeup. He had been replaced by a pretty girl with wavy, shoulder length hair and bangs. I was amazed, I looked a little bit older and I really looked cute! "Mom!" I yelled scared out of my wits at what I saw. "Look what you've done, I look like a girl!" Mom didn't seem to be in the least upset over my appearance; she was beaming with pride in her daughter. "Well," mom asked, "do we have a deal? Are you willing to go shopping as a girl now?" I couldn't back out now; mom had certainly made sure I wouldn't be recognized. Besides, I thought it was gonna be so exciting to go shopping while dressed like this. "I'm going to hate myself, but I'll be your daughter today." Mom smiled and picked up a gold necklace a pair of clip on earrings she had bought for her "daughter". I held the necklace in place as she fastened it around my neck. Next she clipped the earrings on me then sprayed me with musk cologne that girls at school were wearing. She handed me a purse with some makeup and cologne in it. "Don't forget your purse sweetheart," she said with a smile. "You might want to touch up your makeup in the Ladies room at the mall!" As we headed for the garage mom said, "I don't want you flirting with the boys while we're shopping, young lady." I told her that boys were the farthest thing from my mind. Mom just chuckled, "I have a feeling they won't be feeing the same way about you though!" I hadn't thought about boys and I had no idea what I'd do if a boy approached me. Mom told that if a boy did start talking to me that I should just smile at him, speak softly, and relax; treat him the way I'd want a girl to treat me and everything would work out. I promised her that I'd try but it just seemed silly that any boy would be interested in me. As we were leaving, mom said that she had decided to go to a mall further away than usual. She felt this would lessen any chance of someone knowing us. Also she said that it didn't seem right to call a pretty girl by a boy's name, therefore I would become her daughter "Kristen." I thought Kristen was as good a name as any and mom made sure I got used to hearing it as we drove to the mall. Mom and I talked non-stop all the way to the mall. Actually, I did most of the talking. I was so excited that mom couldn't get a word in edgewise. I was constantly checking myself in the car's vanity mirror to make sure my makeup and hair were perfect. Mom patted me on the hand as she drove. "I understand that you're nervous Kristen," she said in a soothing voice. "But you'll have to trust me; you don't look any different than any other teenage girl. Soften your voice just a little and no one would ever think that you're really a boy." I felt better hearing that from mom but still stole occasional glances at the mirror. We finally arrived at a mall about thirty minutes from where we lived. No one at school ever talked about this place so I thought we'd be safe. Still if mom had only parked closer to the entrance. I slid my legs to the side as mom had shown me and stepped out to greet the world as Kristen. I thought the sound of my heels was going to make everyone we passed stop and stare at me but I soon found out that mom was right; except for a few boys; people never looked at me twice. Everyone we passed walked by as if there was nothing wrong. I began to relax and enjoy myself as we walked into the mall. Soon the butterflies were gone and mom and I were having a wonderful time. Our first stop of course was the department store to buy my jacket. I was thrilled to find an entire rack of jackets to choose from and couldn't wait to find my size. Mom stopped me and reminded me that it wouldn't be right for a girl to have such an interest in guy's jackets so I had to wait patiently while she picked one out in my size. I was heartbroken to have to wait until we got home to try it on. Mom suggested that we spend a little time and shop around. By then I was feeling pretty confident in the way I looked so I agreed. Little did I know what mom wanted was planning; she took off, practically at a run, with me tagging along as fast as I could. "Where are we going now mom?" I asked. Mom never even looked back; she just kept walking towards the Junior's department. Once we reached mom's target she began to pull out dresses and ask my opinion of them. Most were really cute but I couldn't see the need for them. "Why bother mom?" I asked quietly. "I don't need any more clothes." This time mom acted as if I had lost my marbles. "You can never have too many pretty outfits Kristen," she replied calmly. Handing me a short sleeved pink dress she said, "Hold this while I look for some others. No point in only taking one dress to try on." I was getting a little worried now. I had started this as a means to get a jacket and it looked as though I was going to end up with a new wardrobe. What was I supposed to do? I was standing in the middle of the girls dress department looking like a teenage girl. I couldn't very well say "Enough dresses mom, I'm a boy remember?" All I could do was to go along for the ride. Before too long I was standing in my slip preparing to try on six different outfits. I was pulling the pink dress down over my slip when the curtain opened and a saleswoman poked her head in and asked if I needed any help. I smiled sweetly and asked if she could zip me up. The woman helped me pull the dress the rest of the way down and then zipped it up for me. She smiled at me and told me how pretty I looked and asked if the dress was for a special occasion. I smiled back and told her that mom had just decided to pick me up a few new dresses. As she left the woman said, "You're lucky, with your looks and figure, you'll look great in anything." By now mom was wondering what had happened to me? She saw the saleswoman leaving and asked me if everything was okay. When I told her what had happened she laughed. "See," she said. "Didn't I tell you how pretty you looked?" Mom's remark barely helped calm my heart which was beating wildly; that saleswoman had scared me half to death. Still, I felt a sense of confidence knowing that she had really thought that I was a girl. By the time we finished with the dresses I had tried on about twenty of them in all sorts of styles. With my new sense of confidence in how I looked, I was having a great time picking out all sorts of different dresses, skirts, and tops! Soon mom just stood back and let me pick out whatever clothes I wanted to try on. There were so many different styles that I had a hard time deciding which ones to try! When I finished trying on outfits and had changed into my own dress I saw mom at the cash register. I was now the proud (?) owner of three new dresses along with several skirts and tops. As we left the cash register area I asked mom why she had bought them. "I thought they were the prettiest of all that you tried on. Don't you think so too?" Pretty cut and dried huh? "But mom," I said panicky, "how do I explain them to dad?" Mom told me she'd keep my dresses in her closet and I could wear them on special occasions. I was really worried now. What possible "Special Occasions" would I want to wear a dress for? This had started out as a harmless game but mom was taking it far too seriously. I wouldn't mind playing dress-up with her around the house but I was sure that she had plans for more than that. I tried not to think of it as I followed mom to our next stop. I soon found myself starting at a rack of lace trimmed panties on little hangers. "I can't wear these" I whispered to mom. "What if someone see them on me?" Mom confidently picked out several pairs and put them into our cart. "And since when do you show other people your underwear?" She asked. It was a good point. I wasn't in the habit of showing off my underwear to people. Also I'd only be wearing them with my "Special Occasion" outfits, right? Once again mom's strange logic won the argument for her. Mom also decided to pick up a few packs of regular panties -- for 'everyday wear.' I was afraid to ask what she meant by that. Before we finished I had some of the prettiest panties a girl could want, two new half slips in pink and yellow, three new padded bras, some knee socks and several pairs of stockings. I hated to imagine what might happen if dad were to open my underwear drawer and see all of my pretty new stuff. Mom gave me pointers on how to act more ladylike throughout the day. I wanted to make sure that people thought of me as a girl so I paid close attention and patiently learned how to walk, stand, and sit like a girl. I learned my lessons very well which made Mom very happy; she often complimented me on how well I was doing. After we finished with lingerie we went over to the sportswear department. Mom said that she decided I wouldn't look right wearing her long skirt for my class play so she let me pick out a pretty blue denim mini skirt just like the one Jim wore. Mom seemed as pleased as I was when I modeled the skirt for her. It was a little shorter than the dress I had been wearing so I had to pull up my slip a little bit. I picked out a cute, peach colored, pullover top to wear with it for those special occasions and mom found me a pretty white blouse to wear for the play. She told me that I had great looking legs and should wear miniskirts more often. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to manage that but she was right. I can honestly say that I looked great! By the time we left that store mom had spent almost two hundred dollars on girl's clothes for me. She told me not to worry; she'd find a way for me to make use of them. I hated to see mom spend so much money but she seemed so happy to be shopping with me. I was a little worried about getting in over my head but then I remembered how nice it felt to be dressed up and kept shopping. When we finished shopping mom suggested that we stop for lunch. That seemed like a great idea to me but I had a problem which needed taken care of. I had to use the bathroom and fast! While mom was checking out I asked the sales clerk where the rest rooms were. She smiled and pointed behind me. "The Ladies room is back there Miss." "Miss?" Then it hit me; I was going to have to use the Ladies bathroom! Mom looked at me and grinned. "Go ahead Kristen," she said. "I'll wait here for you!" I was stuck! I couldn't wait any longer and dressed as I was I couldn't use the men's room. Accepting my fate I set off to the ladies room. I hesitated before entering but my bladder wouldn't wait. I gently eased the door open and entered the room. Several women were at a mirror doing their hair and makeup. Smiling as I passed I entered a stall and quickly locked the door behind me. I lifted my dress and slip, pulled down my stockings and panties and sat down, thrilled that I had passed a major test in being Kristen; I had been accepted as a girl in a ladies rest room. It had been so easy that I couldn't understand why I had been afraid. My need taken care of I pulled my panties and nylons up, and then smoothed out my dress and slip before leaving stall. Feeling supremely confident, I decided to take a chance and began to touch up my makeup. I remembered how Mom had told me to make sure I didn't overdo it since I was still too young to use much makeup and using too much would attract unwanted attention to me. I touched up my lip gloss, brushed my hair, picked up my purse and left. Mom was waiting back at the checkout and smiled when she saw me. "Was everything okay sweetheart?" She asked. "Sure mom," I giggled. "Shouldn't it have been?" Mom took a playful whack at me. "I love you Kristen," she said. I put my arm around her waist and squeezed her. "I love you too mom!" I giggled. We went out to a small restaurant for lunch and then it was back to the mall. I never realized how much women liked to shop before. I had heard girls talk about it but never knew why they took so much time. Today I figured it out. There was just so much to choose from that no girl could possibly pick out an outfit in a short time and not only that, it was fun to try on pretty outfits. I was thrilled by all of the pretty styles and colors that I had to choose from. As Mike, I had the option of a shirt and slacks -- period. As Kristen though, I had many decisions to make for what I wore. If I decided on a skirt I had to decide on long, medium or short. Would I wear a dressy skirt or something more casual? If I wore a skirt I'd also need a top. Once again, dressy or casual! Did I even want to wear a skirt and top? Maybe I'd pick a dress to wear; then I wouldn't have to worry about what top to wear! Who knows I might even feel like wearing slacks, then I didn't need to worry about stockings. Dressing as a girl had so many fun options. Mom and I walked around the mall until she came to a shop that sold house wares. I wasn't interested so I told her I'd just sit out in front and wait for her. She asked if I was sure I'd be okay and I told her I'd be fine. I was so into being Kristen that I never considered why she had asked. It didn't take long before I was spotted by a couple of teenage boys cruising the mall. Before I knew it they were sitting near me, laughing and acting silly; it only took a few seconds before I realized that they were trying to attract my attention. These guys thought they had a cute girl in sight and were moving in for the kill. Within minutes the bravest of them approached me. "Hi," he said smiling at me. "Are you new around here?" I knew it was an ice breaking line but the guy seemed nice. "Hi," I said flashing him a smile. "Yeah, I'm doing some shopping with my mom. We're not from around here." Before I knew it I was carrying on a conversation with this kid. He told me his name was Rick and that he was a freshman at the local high school. He and his friends liked to hang around the mall on Saturdays for fun. I introduced myself as Kristen, told him I was in the eighth grade and had never been here before. As Rick and I talked, mom came out of the store. She strolled over to where my new friend and I were and said hello. "Hi mom," I said cheerfully. "This is Rick; he's a ninth grader at the local high school." Mom was very pleasant to Rick and he turned out to be very sweet and polite to her. When mom told me it was time to go Rick asked if he and I could go to the snack bar while she shopped. Mom smiled at me and said it was okay with her if I wanted to go with him. Rick smiled at me. "Come on Kristen," he said anxiously. "Let me treat you to a Coke, okay?" I was tired of running around with mom anyway and this guy was going to treat me to a cold drink. How could I say no? Mom said she'd meet us at the snack bar and off I went with my new friend. As I looked back at mom I could see her break into a wide grin; her daughter had found a boyfriend! Rick was very nice; telling me how pretty I looked in my dress and saying that he liked the way I did my hair. I couldn't believe how good he was making me feel! We spent nearly an hour sitting there sipping Cokes and munching pizza. I didn't care if I was a boy in a dress, I enjoyed the attention he was giving to me and was having a great time. We started to talk about school and hobbies and I mentioned that one of my hobbies was roller skating. I don't know how Rick would have enjoyed talking about my playing second base for a boy's baseball team and roller skating was something both boys and girls did. Soon our time was up and mom returned. Rick asked if he could have my phone number but I told him mom didn't allow boys to call me yet; he seemed disappointed but recovered quickly enough to suggest we go roller skating on Sunday. Mom politely declined for me saying that I was still too young to date. Rick seemed bummed out by the news but smiled and said that he was still happy to have gotten to know me. I couldn't believe the effect I had on this guy. Here I was, pretending to be a girl and he wanted to date me. Mom told me that I should expect this sort of thing to happen. After all I did look very pretty in my dress and stockings. "Nothing gets a boy worked up faster than seeing a pretty girl in a dress" Mom said with a wink. We called it a day and went back to the car. I was sort of sad to have to leave but mom said that we got what we came to buy. "That was true," I thought to myself. I got the jacket I wanted plus the beginnings of a gorgeous wardrobe. When we finally got back home mom helped me put my things away. She kept my dresses in her closet but told me to put my lingerie in with my regular clothes. "But what if Dad sees them?" I asked. How would I ever explain panties and the other stuff to him? Mom said not to worry; dad was much too busy to go looking through my stuff which helped to calm me down. I spent the rest of the day as Kristen, looking at clothing catalogues with mom and admiring the pretty outfits. Mom told me that I'd have to forget about Kristen for a while since dad would be home tomorrow. Noting that I seemed sad she said that I could wear panties under my slacks if I wanted to, I hurried to take a bath, pouring the scented bath oil into the tub. I sat back to remember a weekend I never would have thought possible! Just a few short days ago I had been shocked to see my best friend dressed as a girl. He had dressed in his own home and I thought he was crazy, yet I had just spent an entire day with my mom, shopping for girl's clothes and did it as a girl. I wondered what I'd say to Jim on Monday and how I'd act when dad came home; all of this because I had wanted a jacket bad enough to let my mother turn me into a girl for a day. The next morning I got up and had breakfast as if nothing had happened. Dad was home by then and asked how everything went while he was gone. I told him that it had been a pretty quiet week but that I was glad he was home. Dad smiled at me, "Mom tells me you landed a part in your class play; I'll bet you're happy about that!" I just stared at him. "Everyone got a part dad," I explained. "Some kids got better parts than others though." Dad didn't appear to understand. "What kind of part did you get?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation alive. It seemed that mom hadn't filled him in on everything so I thought I might as well get it over with. I told him about how we would be doing our section on the western United States. I tried not to go into too much detail but dad wanted to know everything. Unfortunately, everything included the dance section too. "I get to be one of the dancers." I sighed. "Mom promised to help me with my costume." Dad just wouldn't leave well enough alone though. "What kind of costume do you need for western dancing" He asked. "A pair of jeans, and a checkered shirt, doesn't seem that hard to me." Mom had been sitting there quietly, just looking at me with a stupid grin. I hoped she'd just keep quiet but my luck had run out. "Actually dear," she said smiling. "Mike needs a white blouse and a denim skirt. He'll be one of the girls." Dad broke into laughter. "You have to wear a skirt?" He was laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks. "I can hardly wait to see this play!" Dad seemed to find my situation hilariously funny. I'm not sure I appreciated his sense of humor though; after all I had to be the one wearing the skirt. When dad finished laughing he told me to do my best for the play. He said he was sure that mom would help all that she could. Mom was only too happy to volunteer that she was loaning me a denim skirt and white top. "Wait until you see how he looks," she bragged. "He'll be the cutest girl in the play." "Why wait," dad suggested. "Mike, go try on your costume. Let's see if mom's right about how you'll look." The last thing I wanted to do was to model a skirt for my dad but he and mom insisted so I went to change. I got the skirt and top from mom's closet and went to change. Feeling very silly I went back to show dad. "Not bad," dad said. "I'm sure mom will help fix you up for the play though." Mom promised that I'd look good and told me to get changed. Relieved to have finally told dad I changed into a shirt and jeans. The rest of the day went without any problems. Dad never mentioned the play again and I hoped that with any luck he'd be out of town when it was put on. The next morning I was getting ready for school when ju