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Cousins' Dilemma: by DebWeb
Certain elements of this fantasy story are inspired from minute memories
of my childhood.
Yes I did have a close friendship with Julie my cousin. We were soul
mates for the first six years of life. The incident where she demanded I
wear the dress is factual and to this day I regret not being able to
summon the courage to say yes.
That was a defining day between me and Julie's friendship. She cut off
most all verbal communication between us.
I was rejected at the gate by my aunt when I tried to visit Julie at
their home.
We shared the same class for the next two years but she would barely
acknowledge me outside the terms of politeness.
I am convinced that transgenderism is not only genetic but also
hereditary.
Why else was my mother burdened with a male wanting to be a female and
her sister was enduring Julie who knew she was sure she was a boy. I know
in my heart Julie blamed me overall as she cut me off so abruptly at the
age of six. With hind sight as an adult I realise she believed that I
deliberately stole her masculinity. Ironically I coveted her skirts and
the opportunity to be the girl I knew I was.
I know this story may have many faults in the writing but it is a
dedication to Julie where ever she may be.
I still love you my dear cousin and will never stop loving you.
Cousins' Dilemma: By DebWeb
"Put it on!"
"No I won't and you can't make me 'cause I'm the boy and you're the
girl!"
"I'm more of a boy than you so put it on to show everyone the girl you
really are."
I looked longingly at the proffered flower girl dress my cousin was
thrusting in my face. My heart ached to wear the beautifully ball of
fluffy delight. My courage failed me as imagined the wrath that my
parents would rain upon me.
To think only two days ago I sat green with envy as the womenfolk fussed
and cooed over my cousin as she was trying on the dress for size much to
her consternation. Her scarlet complexion and hunched demeanour told
volumes of the feminine frilly humiliation she was experiencing. Of
course all the females were so caught up in the wedding preparations they
were oblivious of her discomfort.
Julie glared daggers in my direction as if to say this was my entire
fault. If looks could kill I'm sure I would have died a death of a
thousand cuts.
I did feel sympathy for her as all I could see looking menacingly at me
was what looked like a boy wrapped in shroud of fluffy pink candy floss.
Her short hair did not even cover her ears as she refused to grow her
hair past those two rather protrusive flaps. Although auntie had tried
her best Julie would take a scissors to her own hair if she was refused a
trim at the hair salon. Her plain face and overabundance of freckles did
not enhance any feminine traits in her appearance.
In the fashion of the time I on the other hand a thick mop of luxurious
hair ending at the nape of the neck. It was quite the fashion for a boy
of 1970. Many a women would complement me regarding my long eyelashes
with an envious tone in their voice. I just knew I would look so
naturally more pretty wrapped in all that female finery. Alas fate had
played a cruel trick of fate upon me and my cousin. That silly stork had
mixed up our addresses when he delivered us to our respective parents.
I suffered embarrassment several times as my mother and elder sister
discovered me wearing their clothes on several occasions. My sister would
only burst into a fit of giggles when she caught me prancing around the
bedroom in a pair of her red frilly knickers. I curled up in the corner
of the room saying in defence of myself that I thought they were swimming
togs. I found it a bit more difficult to explain to my mother why I was
wearing her royal blue silk dress and high heels. Well I was only six
years old so I think she just saw it as a phase.
For the next two weeks I think she tried to discourage me from my
predilection. The bathroom door would be left open as she wanted me to
observe her peeing sitting down. I found that a bit confusing. Then she
would have me stood on a stool over the kitchen sink and washing dishes
or preparing vegetables. The only problem for her was that I enjoyed
sharing these rituals in the kitchen with her. So she would send me out
to play with a toy bow and arrow or plastic gun. I had no interest so I
was advanced to a pea shooter and eventually a catapult. None of them
held my interest and neither did the neighbourhood boys' games.
"Put it on or else I am going to hurt you!" I looked at Julie and knew I
had two choices; physical pain or pink feminine lace.
"But I'm a boy." I whimpered weakly as silent tears rolled down my
cheeks.
"Look at you, she sneered, you're such a cry-baby."
I knew she was right as she always dominated our play together. I always
had to play the girl in our pretend games. This was the first time she
had demanded I actually dress as one though.
"What will our parents say if they catch us?" I was pleading for an
escape from her demands. I so wanted to don that pretty dress but the
repercussions held me back.
"Then they will know that I am truly the boy and you are the girl." She
said this through gritted teeth and I thought I could smell the venom
exude through her very pores.
We were both six and the same height and build but I knew she was
stronger than me. She had fought several battles in the school playground
in my defence when the bullies would target me.
Yes skirts were compulsory for girls back then but she got round that by
wearing one that reached mid-shin. While she was flailing around with the
boy bullies she did not worry about flashing her knickers to all and
sunder. Admittedly the bullies may have been reluctant to hit a girl. She
had no compunction She was proving her right to be a boy and that made
her an unstoppable force.
Perhaps it was time for me to grow a pair as big as hers and stand up for
my right to be the girl I knew I was.
I realized that we were at a crossroads in our friendship now. I think
Julie had reached the end of her tether in our back to front
relationship. If I did not comply then there would be nothing left to
salvage between us.
I swallowed hard as I tried to force those damning words out of my mouth.
"Okay Julie but let's do it properly. From the skin outwards."
"What do you mean?" Her tone was more subdued now as she sensed my
capitulation.
"I want to dress properly with the lingerie and heels. I want to dress as
if it is the wedding day itself; cosmetics and all the trimmings. You
will wear that ridiculous top hat and tails they wanted me to wear as an
usher boy."
For the whole time in this confrontation Julie actually had dreamy smile
on her face which could only mean she was envisaging herself in that
dreadful waiters outfit. Ugh.
"That's a brilliant idea! First we get you prepared as that will take
longer than me putting on my tuxedo."
"Err... Julie do you know how to apply makeup?"
Julie looked a bit crestfallen but that reliable initiative lit up her
face no sooner.
"Diane loves everything to do with cosmetics."
Omg! Diane was always immaculate with her mask. I'm sure if she left her
house with no war paint then I'm sure no one outside of her family would
recognise her. Heck I would venture to say if she left her bedroom
without gilding the lily even her own family would think they had a
stranger within their household.
"I'm going to phone her and then I can help you with the rudiments of
lingerie while she gets here."
I left Julie to her organising as I stepped into her bedroom. I was
delighted to see all the garments tidily arranged upon the bed. I may
well only be six but I knew the purpose of each item. I was born a girl
regardless of anyone mistaking me for a boy. Heck from the age of three
when boys were fascinated at watching their father shaving I was watching
my mother dressing in all her finery.
I was in heaven as I stripped of my rough boy clothes and faced these
soft delights in total nudity. No excited erection for me as I imagined
the caress of the wanton silkiness caressing my skin. The sweet sublime
emptiness between my legs as I determined this unwelcome penis will not
feel a tinge as I slip on the sensual lingerie. I was only six but
disappointed there was no bra amongst the ensemble at least that ivory
camisole slid down my skin in that indescribable way that only silk can.
Cold to the touch and a sudden warm cocoon as it warms up to skin
temperature.
The lacy garter belt was screaming femininity and felt as comforting as
it gripped my waist. Now came those silky webbed like stockings as I
slowly and luxuriously slid them up my bare legs as if they were tasty
morsels begging to be savoured.
The most delicious feeling of all came last. I slipped my delicate feet
into a delirium of three inch strappy ivory sandals.
Don't worry I had not forgotten about the lovely flower girl dress but
even at the age of six shoes always gave me a sense of security which no
cloth garment could.
So there I was sitting at the vanity mirror looking somewhat vainly at my
reflection and wondering why god makes mistakes. The only evidence of
boyhood upon me was well and truly tucked out of site lest it offends me
never mind anyone else.
As I gazed longingly into the mirror with my eyes half shut. You know
when one looks for their female face a bit of blurriness can enhance that
girly reflection gazing back. Yes even six year old pre-pubescent boys
know that as it is already ingrained to them you have a penis therefore
you are a boy.
I heard the muffled voices as my visitors ascended the staircase and
braved myself to meet Diane head on clad in my feminine honesty. I had
only my cousin to keep me safe now.
My heart was in my mouth as I heard the door open. I saw Diane's
reflection in the mirror and her momentary hesitation. God I want to die
rather than suffer this humiliation.
Diane's hands flew up to her impeccably painted face in order to cover
her taunting mouth.
"Oh my goodness! I always said you were too pretty to be a boy."
I almost cringed at her words as if she was emasculating me. Then I
suddenly thought that there is nothing to emasculate except societies
expectations.
I shyly swivelled on my stool and timidly smiled at Diane. I always
admired her as the epitome of girlhood. She basked in her femininity as
if it was the sun beaming a tan upon her.
I demurely lowered my head in order to avoid eye contact with this
feminine wonderment. How dare I sit here within all this lingerie when a
true woman enters the room?
"My poor, lost, darling you have found yourself at last." Diane was
hugging me all over. Yet not in a sexual way but in a loving way.
"M...I and Julie came to an arrangement." I stuttered.
"Of course you did honey and I understand."
"What exactly do you understand?"
"You and Julie's planets were supposed to align in August."
"So, what does that mean?"
"Well the earth quake did interrupt our schedule somewhat."
"What do you mean?" "Somewhat!"
There is only four weeks between Julie's birth and yours."
Duh, I knew that. How many times had Julie accused me of jumping the
queue? She always accused me of stealing her male body because I was so
impatient to reach earth.
"I was born August the sixth and Julie was born September the sixth and
we still share the same classes."
"Yes, that was tough; we had to get Julie down to earth as soon as
possible after you arrived."
"Why, why, why?" It seemed as if Julie had been my adversary for all my
life never mind my best friend.
"To put it in a simple way is difficult. Do you know anything about Yin
&Yan or Ying and Yang? All cultures have different interpretations."
"Is that like magnets where the two negatives sides repel each other and
the two positives cling together?" I'm only six so give me a break.
"Well you grasp the basic idea." "You David are a female soul who ended
up in a male physical body and you Julie with your male spirit was
mistakenly assigned the female body."
"You bastards I've said all my life something went wrong!" Julie in her
typical fashion was weaving her fists through thin air in an attempt to
hit anyone available.
"Be quiet Jules there may be a way to sort this out with a bit of
patience."
I referred to her as Jules quite a lot when she got angry as it sounded
more masculine and tended to salve her anger a bit.
"So Diane are you saying you can put us in our rightfully designated
bodies?" I think I already knew the answer but a girl has to ask.
"I'm sorry honey but the mistake has gone on too long in life so you will
have to fix it on your own within earthly terms." Diane looked so sad but
I appreciated her honesty. Now I and Julie knew our true choices. At
least we were not far off the mark of reality.
"Diane could you make me the prettiest girl I can be?"
"That won't be too difficult my sweet girl." Diane had such an infectious
and it filled me with courage.
No sooner said than done I found myself perched upon my imaginary
pedestal. I was dressed as the pretty flower girl that was rightfully me.
Jules was grinning broadly in my direction as she sat on the sofa
resplendent in her top hat and tails.
I demurely smiled back as I waited in trepidation for the women folk to
return from their most recent shopping trip in preparation for the
wedding ceremony.
The End?
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