Jamie s Bloomers Part II
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The article of clothing was an Amelia Bloomer, with placketed, pleated
front, delicately embroidered with faux-pearl, accented irises to
preserve the feminine. That's the description in the catalog. It even
sounds delicious. It's the cutest little bloomer I think I've ever seen.
Mother noticed that I was admiring the catalog item and sat down next to
me to look at it as well. The item looked like a woman's swimsuit from
the early nineteen hundreds. It had the cutest little twin patch pockets
and the cuffs were lace-ribbon tied.
Mother thought it would be an extravagance to purchase but she liked it
as well and told me to order one for her as well. She said we'd look cute
together with matching ladies bloomers, sitting on the couch and munching
popcorn while watching some chick-flick. I quickly filled out the
purchase order and asked Mother to write a check for the amount required.
I couldn't wait to get that package in the mail.
My name is James, by the way, and it doesn't sound like an item that a
person named James would be buying, but Mother calls me Jamie. Hell, I
call me Jamie, too. I was just born in the wrong body. It's obvious that
I don't belong in the clothing that I order, but Mother allows it. As a
matter of fact, she encourages it.
I don't believe there is a stitch of boy's clothing located anywhere in
the house and that's how we like it. Boys are yucky; Mother says and is
perfectly happy to have nothing to do with them. That was kind of a
problem for a while until Father moved away. I was pretty young when it
happened so I don't remember much about him except he yelled a lot. If
Mother is happy that he's gone, then I'm happy too. Except now, I've got
some boys from church that seem to be showing some interest in me.
Last week in church, I was wearing the prettiest floral sundress, you
know, kind of off the shoulder and above the knee, and these boys sat
close enough to be looking at my legs. I could tell because they
certainly weren't listening to the sermon. Anyway, I closed my legs and
tried pulling my dress down a bit like a proper girl would do. I was
wearing a pair of pantyhose, and it seemed like they were just staring at
the shiny nylon. Mother gave them a dirty look and I just looked down,
pretending not to notice. After the service, Mother told me that those
boys were just being jerks, but I kind of liked the attention.
I could feel their eyes staring at my body, like burning into my butt
when I walked past. I wiggled my hips a bit more after that. I'm not sure
why. I'm not sure whether Mother wants me to like boys or not. Anyway, I
was dressed to the nines (whatever that means) and feeling pretty good
about myself, so why not give the boys a little feminine display of
sexuality when I walked past them. I knew I smelled good because I was
wearing some perfume. I could hear William sniff a big whiff of air as I
walked past. Boys are so peculiar.
Mother and I walked to the basement reception area to enjoy some company
with the other ladies of the church. I sat with some of my girlfriends.
They had no idea that I was really a boy and I wasn't about to tell them.
Susan informed us of a birthday party and was handing out invitations.
Boys were not allowed. Cool - the invitation was all pink and feminine
and I felt really lucky to be invited to one of the more popular girls'
birthday party. What to wear?
It turned out this was a sleepover party and I was all excited about
that. Mother didn't seem too apprehensive and told me we'd have to get
some new pajamas for this event. I asked why and she told me it was best
for me to wear some kind of pant to hide anything that might want to pop
up, as she put it. Oh, Mother, I'm perfectly capable of controlling my
manhood, I informed her, but she said she'd made up her mind and she'd
take care of it. I really didn't have any pajamas with pants so I did
understand her concern.
We girls sat and chatted about what we were going to do at the party and
what we should bring. We asked Susan what she wanted and of course she
said 'clothes.' She's such a clothes horse. I don't think I've ever seen
her wear the same dress to church, each week wearing something new and
cute. You can see what Mother has done to my head. I'll notice what a
girl is wearing before I even notice who she is. Is that sick, or what?
So plans were made and Susan gave us all her sizes and list of things
she'd love to get for her birthday. Some of the boys where hanging around
listening to our conversation, like they were upset about not getting
invited. Like why would a boy want to come to a girl's party anyway? We
play totally different games and talk and chat about clothes and babies.
I know Susan would invite us into her room and show us her closet full of
pretty dresses. And then there was the sleep over. Susan's mom sells
cosmetics so we planned an evening of dress up and makeup. If a boy
wanted to be there, then he's pretty sick. Hmmm!
So William is standing near us, listening in when I notice that he's
looking really hard at me. He kind of nods his head like he wants me to
come closer to him so he can ask me something. So I walk over to him and
he whispers in my ear. All the girls are watching this and it gets really
quiet at the girls table. William starts turning red and pulls me farther
from the table so he can ask me in private.
It turns out he invited me (me!) to the movies this weekend on Saturday
night. Susan's party is on Friday night. I could have just died! What was
I going to say? I had to answer quickly and I didn't want to give William
the appearance I wasn't interested. I said 'yes' then went and sat down
with the girls. Of course they all asked what we'd talked about but I
really wasn't ready to respond to that question.
Mother and I talked about everything as we drove home. She told me how
she'd take care of the pajama problem, and asked what dress I was
planning on wearing when going out with William. I explained to her that
I was really uncomfortable about going out with a boy when I was a boy
myself. Mother shocked me by telling me that William already knew I was a
boy.
William is extremely shy around girls, Mother informed me, and this was
going to be a practice run for him. He figured if he could handle a date
with a faggot like me (Mother said it that way!) then he could handle a
real girl. I almost screamed at her. Why was she calling me names? I
asked if that is what she thought of me, some kind of fairy faggot pussy
pantywaist, or whatever she'd call it. Of course she denied it. She said
that is what William calls it. So I'm a faggot, but he's asking me out on
a date. I just didn't get it. Mother explained it to me like this.
William was to pick me up, and compliment me on my dress. He was to talk
with Mother to explain where he was to take me (we are going to a nice
restaurant and then a movie.) Then at the movie, I should expect him to
start touching me a little, allowing him some opportunity to 'feel me up'
a little. I told Mother in no uncertain terms that I was not happy with
this arrangement. Mother told me she talked with William's mother and it
was already agreed upon that William was going to need a little
instruction in feminine ways and what a perfect way to be introduced
slowly. I can't believe they agreed to this.
But first I had to make it through Friday. If William and his mother knew
about my little 'problem,' then who else knew about it. Apparently Susan
and the other girls didn't because I wouldn't have been invited to a girl
only birthday / slumber party, would I? Mother told me that Sarah,
William's mother figured it out on her own and William must have heard
Sarah and Mother talking on the phone and figured out the rest.
I couldn't worry about this right now; I had a birthday party to get
ready for. Mother and I went shopping that night and I spent much of that
time shopping for the perfect gift for Susan. I selected a cute pink top
that I'd never seen Sarah wearing and a daringly short skirt that I
thought went well with the top. Mother liked my selection and suggested
we find a pair of shoes to complete the ensemble. Girls talk so funny
about clothes, don't they?
Mother and I then went to the girls' pajama section and found some cute
jammies bottoms and some tops that went well with them. Mother explained
that I'd have to wear a bra so I could wear my breast forms and the girls
wouldn't suspect I'd not started developing up there.
Mother bought me some new pantyhose and a pink headband for my hair for
Saturday. It had a big flower on it, and I thought it looked a little to
girly, but Mother said that's what she wanted. I asked Mother if I was
supposed to kiss William and she just laughed. She said to let William
take care of that part. If William knew I was a boy and still wanted to
kiss me, than I'd know what to do when the time came. Great! Like know
I've got to decide if I wanted a yucky boy to be kissing me. Aughhh!
Okay, the week went by pretty fast and Friday arrived quickly. The
bloomers came, Mother informed me and they'd be just perfect to wear for
the slumber party and my date with William.
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