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Jamie's Watching Ballet It was certainly innocent enough - I mean, I was just looking at their costumes. You know, the standard black long sleeve leotard, ballet pink seamed tights, the white daisy ballet slipper, with the white ribbon across the foot. They were standing in line at the ballet bar practicing positions. My sister, Tammy, was standing third from the left; next to Connie, as usual. I didn't think she could see me peeking through the window. "Stand up straight girls, and relax your shoulders." I love Miss Johnson's voice! "First position - Heels are touching and toes are pointed out." "Heels touching, Tammy!" "Second position - Your feet are in the same position but there is space between your heels." "Your feet should be about shoulder length apart." "Remember, Tammy, toes are facing out." "Great job, girls!" "Third position - starts with first position, slide your heel up to the middle of the other foot." "Your toes are still facing out." "No talking girls, and please stop your giggling." "Tammy is doing her best." "Now skip to the fifth" "Fifth position - starts in first position; slide your heel all the way up to your toes." "And now, fourth position - you start in the fifth position, slide your front foot up." "Up, Tammy, not out." "You should have a space between your feet. The space should be about the size of your foot." "Your knees and toes are always facing the sides (outward). Your knees should stay straight." Grande Plie, Grande J?te, Tondue, Arabesque. I wonder how many other boys even know these terms. Those outfits are so cute. Tammy says her new leotard has a shelf bra, so she doesn't have to wear her regular bra. I heard her talking with her best friend, Connie. Of course I was listening through the wall. Boys aren't allowed in her room. Connie had a sleepover, and I listened through the wall as closely as possible. Connie wears the cutest, most adorable little skirts, usually with a floral print. They were talking about all those girl things, you know. Makeup, clothes, boys, and so many other subjects about what it's like to be a girl. I didn't even see Ms. Johnson exit the building. She'd seen me peeking in. I wanted so badly to be standing with them. Now Ms. Johnson is pulling me into the room. I'm in trouble. I just know it. Mother picks Tammy up at 4:00. She's always on time. Mother is very precise when it comes to meetings and getting her daughter to class on time. She doesn't seem to care about my being to baseball practice on time, or playing any other sports, but Tammy is her girl, and needs that extra attention. Now I'm stuck sitting in the ballet classroom with her. How am I going to explain what I'm doing in the ballet classroom? God, I'm stuck. Miss Johnson told me in front of all the girls that I'd have a much better view inside the building. "Aren't those costumes just adorable?" she said. She must be reading my mind. She was talking to me, but my mind was elsewhere. What is mother going to say? How can I explain why I was looking in the window? I was supposed to be at baseball practice, but I hate that game. Father wanted me to play baseball, Mother always told me. He was so into the Yankees and Red Sox. I couldn't care less about baseball. "They'll be wearing floral wrap-around skirts for the recital, you know." Miss Johnson was talking to me while watching the girls and their movements. "Position three now, girls." "I was thinking of a yellow leotard for the recital, more springtime colors, what do you think?" She's asking me? Like how should I know? Five more minutes and Mother is going to walk through that door. "Yes, yellow is a springtime color, and I'm sure the girls would look pretty in yellow," I said, just making small talk. I know the girls were listening. I'm telling Miss Johnson that I think that yellow leotards are a good choice because they're a springtime color. And yes, the girls will look pretty in yellow. I wonder what colors the wrap-around skirts are going to be. What am I thinking about that for when I've got to come up with an excuse as to why I was looking at the ballerinas in Miss Johnson's dance school window? Tammy is angry and embarrassed, I can tell. She's giving me dirty looks and has told me before, if I'd ever embarrass her in public, she'd take care of me when we got home. As if I was going to live long enough. Mother is going to be furious. I don't know how she's going to punish me this time. Last time I embarrassed Mother, she chose to embarrass me in public. I had a little accident and wet my pants. I know, I'm old enough not to make that kind of mistake, but Mother could see the wet stains on the front of my pants. She dragged me into the local mall, straight to the babies' section, and bought the diapers and rubber pants that "babies" need as to not wet themselves in public. She made it quite clear to all that were within earshot that maybe next time, I'd be a little more careful about wetting myself and diapers seemed appropriate for the situation. And I'd better not complain or I'd have a pacifier shoved in so fast, my head would spin. "Time to get your skirts and sweaters on, girls. You've all done a wonderful practice today!" I see mother's car pull up to the front of the building. My breathing has increased; my heart is pounding wildly. What am I going to say? How will she publicly embarrass me today? The girls walk to their ballet bags at the side of the room. Tammy and Connie are whispering and giggling. Their round little bottoms wiggling purposely at me as they bend over to pick up their bags. They notice that I'm staring. Mother is getting out of her car; she's walking quickly to the door, looking in the window for her precious ballet dancer "Tammy". Miss Johnson is still talking to me about the wrap around skirt, something about a light floral print, probably in pink. She's asking me if I think pink floral would look good on a yellow ? sleeve, mother is opening the door. Damn it, I can't think - Why is she asking me about pink on yellow? Mother sees me, and her smile quickly drops from her face. Miss Johnson is telling me that she can get a really good deal on yellow tights. I've never even seen yellow tights, and Mother has increased her step, directly toward us! "What has he done now?" "Oh," Miss Johnson says, "We were just discussing the color of the recital costumes." "Tammy told me Jamie is a genius when it comes to color matching and design." "We were talking about a yellow long sleeve leotard with a pink floral print wrap around georgette style and length, right, Jamie? And yellow tights." "I know where we can get a great deal on tights." "And I was just going to ask about the color of the slippers." "Oh, Miss Carol, he's such a pleasure to chat with." "You'll just have to send him along next week with Tammy, I've got so many decisions to make, and I'm sure Jamie will just love to help me." "He's certainly enjoyed watching the girls in the pretty outfits, right, Jamie?" "He's great with a sewing needle," Mother stated. Where the hell did that come from? I've never even held a sewing needle, let alone am in any way proficient. But Miss Johnson just agreed, said I looked like I could handle a needle and thread. Tammy was going to teach me a lesson, and I stepped right into it. She told Miss Johnson that I was an expert on young girls' fashions, always one to give advice on what Tammy should wear. And really good with colors too, like I was a natural at color coordinating. Tammy told Miss Johnson she should take advantage of such a young fashion prot?g?. Tammy also knew that I was watching them practice during her lessons. She'd seen me through the window enough times. And she'd seen me putting her leotards and tights in the laundry. I held a costume up against me and looked in the mirror in the laundry room. It was a really pretty leotard, attached tutu, and colorful. She knew I wanted to wear it, but didn't say anything. She probably told mother, though. Maybe that's why mother is being so weird right now. Why is she telling Miss Johnson that I know how to sew? I have a feeling I'll be learning real soon. And I'm going to have to learn about color coordinating. We stopped at a sewing machine store on the way home! Mother doesn't sew. Tammy doesn't have a home economics gene in her body. Mother grabs my hand and we enter the store. "Pay attention" she spits at me! "You'll need to know this stuff." Then all of the sudden she's nice and talkative as the salesman approaches. They probably don't get a lot of customers so this gentleman is extremely friendly and attentive. "My son has shown extreme interest in tailoring, and specific interest in ultra-lite embroidery machines. He's been getting his clothes mixed up with my daughter!" "They're close to the same size, you know." "Anyway, can you demonstrate some sewing machines that he can use to learn this interesting trade?" My mouth dropped. What the heck is embroidery? This guy is flying around the room like a chicken with it's head cut off, demonstrating monograms and ease of use - fancy appliqu?s on the pocket of the jean - makes it extremely easy to determine a boy's or girl's pant. He demonstrates how easy it is to print "Princess" on a pink t-shirt - and gives it to me! "For your sister," he says. Mother just smiles at me! He has me try it the next time, with little kittens and a ballerina - another pink shirt. Demonstrating that I understand how to position the image on the cloth, and selecting the colors on the embroidery machine, mother makes her purchase. Lots of pinks and yellow threads, black for the uniform leotards, she tells me. "Wal-Mart next!" as we stuff the embroidery machine into the back of the van. "Ultra-lite my ass!" Mother slapped me for that little comment. "I'm so happy that you've found a hobby, Jamie." I looked at her strangely. Once again, she grabs my hand, Tammy is giggling behind us. Mother drags me straight to the sewing section. Of all the times I've been in Wal-Mart, I've never seen a sewing section. I guess I've experienced tunnel vision after all, bypassing everything and going straight to the electronic games. She's picking a little of all kinds of material, a yard of this and two feet of that, lace and ribbons, more thread and sewing needles. I didn't know that there was so much to learn about tailoring, but mother says I'll be an expert in a few months. "Miss Johnson's going to need your help, and with such an interest in ballet, the delicate lace and costuming are going to be such a challenge." Wal-Mart lingerie section next. Girls' panties packages and trainer and young girl's bras go into the basket. "You'll need to know how to sew these fine materials" Mother said. She picked cotton, nylon, and silk, all different styles, bikini, thong, boy cut (Mother laughed loudly at that one!) hipsters and briefs. "I'll want you to see which ones might show under the dance clothes." Mother said. Panty hose and tights completed the intimates' purchases. Wal-Mart shoe department last. There is a sale on girls' pink and white ballet slippers. Mother put some of those in the cart as well. "You'll need to see which works best with the spring recital costumes," Mother tells me. Mother makes sure I empty the basket at the register. The woman at the register sees me holding the panties and bras and just smiles, like its perfectly normal for a young boy to be touching such things. "I sure hope that material doesn't show under your dance clothes," Mother tells me as I put an extremely feminine panty and bra set on the counter for purchase. My face turns pinker than the delicates I'm holding in my hand. Mother is telling me she talked with Miss Johnson. They purchased 34 yellow leotards, with each girl's name to be sewn above the right leg opening, 68 girls' tights (one yellow and one ballet pink), and names to be sewn on the waistband. Panties - I get the job of determining which styles won't show beneath the leotard material. Mother bought lots of different prints and solid colors. "Will a pale blue nylon panty show under the yellow leotard, Jamie?" Tammy asks me all kinds of questions like that, making sure Mother can hear. "What about this lace?" "Will any boys see the color or the lacy material under my leotards?" Mother just laughs and tells me I'll have to try it. I don't think the girls wear panties under their tights and leotards, but Mother wants me to try them all. She says I can report to Miss Johnson about which panties the girls can wear if they choose to. It was Tammy's idea that I sew monogram initials on my purchases, "So we don't get our panties and bras mixed up, Mother." Tammy and Mother laugh at that one. "Great idea, Tammy." "Jamie needs to learn to sew on delicate materials, and he needs to test for visual panty lines on the leotards the other girls are wearing." Getting home and emptying the car with a sewing machine, and a bundle of packages full of materials, Mother says I've got my work cut out for me. Of course Tammy had to tell Connie that I had sewed my monogram on my new underwear, and on her panties and bras, too. Mother had me dump her lingerie out and sew her monogram on her intimates as well, including her slips and hankies. Mother wants me to experience all the possible materials. I had to fashion my new intimates to demonstrate where I placed the monogram and which color and type of thread I used. Mother asked that I wear my panties so I could determine if the monogram thread itched. "We wouldn't want our ballerinas uncomfortable," Mother said. Once Connie found out how I'd monogrammed all the panties at our house, and her mother and sister were told as well, I was invited to carry my sewing machine across the street to Connie's house. How convenient, they had all their lingerie out and ready to have monogrammed as well. I asked Mother, "Couldn't you tell which panties belonged to whom by the size and the style?" Connie's sister, Debbie, is only 10, and is still wearing the Disney princess days of the week cotton panties. It seemed obvious to me who owned which panties. Connie's panties were similar to Tammy's, mostly cotton, but a few really feminine ones. Connie asked me which were my favorites, and when I was done monogramming, she had me fashion them for her to make sure I monogrammed them properly. Connie, Debbie, and their mother all stood around as I demonstrated my new sewing skills. They thought it was the most normal thing for a boy to be handling their bras and panties. Debbie asked me who my favorite Princess was as I held each panty for her to see that I'd monogrammed them all. Connie's mother had the girls change their panties so I could monogram the ones they had been wearing. She told me she'd be sure to call me when they made panty or bra purchases so I could practice and improve my monogramming skills. On Wednesday, after school, Mother picked me up to take me and Tammie shopping. We don't normally go shopping on a Wednesday, so this was a bit peculiar. We drove to the dance store. Mother made sure I was wearing a small print panty and bra set. She wanted to introduce me to the dance store owners and explain my passion for girl's leotards. Mother grabbed a few leotards and sent me back toward the dressing room. She told me to strip down to my undies. The sales girls came back to help. I was standing in a girl's dressing room in my pretty panties and a sports bra and they were telling me how cute I looked. I didn't think I could ever be as embarrassed as I was that moment. I had to try on four different dance outfits and bend over so my butt was right at the mirror to see if I could see the small print of the panties through the material of the leotards. Thursday brought on a whole new girl experience for me. Tammy came into my room and started digging in my undies drawer for a panty to coordinate with her bra. Talk about peculiar. My sister borrowing clothes from me. She told me we'd be washing some delicates later in the evening and she just didn't have anything as pretty as my panties to match her bra. Okay, this was weird. She told me she'd put a panty shield in it so I didn't have to worry about her staining my pretties. Tammy then told me if I ever borrowed her panties, to please use a panty shield. Like I had any reason to be borrowing her undies! She said I was welcomed anytime to pick a dress or slip or something. She said she liked my style and femininity when dressing after school. Mother made sure I had a dress laid out with coordinating intimates so when I got home from school, I could get out of my boy things and experience the girly part of ballerinas. Mother didn't hesitate to lift my skirt and slip to see if the panties I was wearing were appropriate with the dress or dance clothes I was wearing after school. She also started me reading young girl teen magazines like Cosmo Girl and American Girl magazines. She made me kiss every picture of clothes and to tell the picture how adorable the item of clothing was. She confirmed my readings by making me wear lipsticks so she could see the kiss print. She had me highlight interesting facts in the articles, with pink highlighter, of course. She and Tammy would ask me questions about current fashion trends or had I tried a specific makeup task. Mother increased my allowance for makeup purchases and feminine hygiene products. It was a difficult conversation to explain what I thought about Pearl Tampons compared with Tampax. Tammy wanted to know which I thought was more comfortable and which I thought was more absorbent. Connie sat in on that one. They pulled me into Tammy's room and we sat very unladylike on the floor with the boxes of napkins and tampons on my lap. They asked me to read the instructions and interrupted me numerous times to explain my experiences. Fortunately, I didn't have to insert a pad or tampon in front of them, but I was made to go into the bathroom and put a maxi pad in my panties. I had a string coming out of my privates as well and was asked by Tammy to bend over so they could see the string and the outline of the maxi on my panties. By dance class the next week, it seemed all the girls knew that I had monogrammed Connie and Tammy's bras and panties, and they all wanted to have me do the same for them. Mother thought it was a perfectly marvelous idea. Ms. Johnson pulled me to her office to show me all the leotards and tights, and while the girls were practicing, I was to sew their names into the right legging. Their names were printed on small pieces of paper, pinned to each leotard. The packages of tights were all labeled as well. Ms. Johnson had some material she wanted to show me so we could consider if it were suitable for Georgette wrap-around skirt for the recital. She asked me to sew a quick skirt so I could have someone model it by the end of the practice. Mother and Ms. Johnson positioned my sewing table so I could see the girls practicing. And the girls all came up to ask me about panty lines or bra lines. Connie made sure that the girls all wore different styles of panties so that I could comment on which ones would show through the yellow leotard material when they wore their recital costumes. Ms. Johnson asked me to report which panty style would be the best for girls who wanted to wear undies under their leotards and tights. I made the mistake of saying that the dance store sold underwear specifically for this kind of situation, and Mother volunteered me to purchase a panty for each girl (with my own money) so we wouldn't have to worry about panty lines or feminine prints showing through the yellow material. I don't know why she made me try on all the different styles of girls' panties when it didn't matter in the end. Tammy told me that some of the girls might be having their periods and panties are needed for young woman times of the month. She told me she'd tell me all about that later. I got busy sewing the girls names on their dancewear. I had to open each bag of tights and sew names on the tights waistband as well. I just finished when the rehearsal ended, but I hadn't finished the skirt. Ms. Johnson invited me over to her house the next Saturday so I could sew the skirt. "Besides, I have a ton of undies that need monogramming." She winked at me as Mother agreed that she'd drop me off at Ms. Johnson's house at 10:00 AM sharp. Ms. Johnson met me at the door, wearing a black leotard and pink tights. I was carrying my sewing machine and sewing basket. Mother made me wear the pink Princess shirt I got the night we bought the sewing machine. I guess she figured that I should show Ms. Johnson the abilities of the sewing machine, as if Ms. Johnson hadn't seen enough last dance rehearsal when I sewed the names on 34 leotards and 68 pairs of tights. And I'm sure Ms. Johnson must have heard from some of her girls how I had sewn their monograms on their intimates. That's what I'm here to do this morning. Ms. Johnson wanted me to sew an example of the georgette skirt for the spring dance recital. She also mentioned that she was interested in my sewing monograms on her lingerie. I didn't understand this. Ms. Johnson is not married, and has no children. It's not like her panties are going to get mixed up with any other girl's panties in her home. But I wasn't going to argue. I was extremely embarrassed walking into her home. She has very feminine taste. There were many Lladro dancing girl figurines about the house. Lots of ballet subject art. Dancer posters and even a ballet dance room, ballet bar and mirror on the wall of her spare room. The closet was open and she showed me some of her dance costumes hanging on those pink puffy hangers. She had a small table in the back of the room where I was to put my sewing machine. "You can sit there and watch as I work the dance recital moves, Jamie," she said as she directed me toward the table. "Why would a boy be so interested in clothes and sewing and ballet?" Ms. Johnson asked as I set the sewing machine up. I know if I said I was being forced to do this, Ms. Johnson wouldn't believe me. I actually like watching the pretty girls in the most adorable outfits. "I guess I must be gay, or something, Ms. Johnson." "Those costumes are just to die for." "I'm not embarrassed about touching panties or bras." "I've gotten so comfortable wearing bras and panties; I actually prefer them to boy's clothes." "I feel feminine when selecting my panties for the day." "I like coordinating my intimates with my outer wear and think its funny that I'm wearing the same panties as every girl in my class." "Sewing delicate material is easy, and I actually enjoy the challenge." "I'm getting recognition and get to hang around all the girls." "How many boys do you know would know what kinds of panties each of the girls in the dance class wear?" "Not only that, I've got to touch them, and even fashion some of them in front of the girls." "It's so wonderful to open my panty drawer and see so many different colors and feel the delicate materials." "I hold my panties up to my face and lightly kiss them before I step into them." "Mother taught me that it was a good idea to sprits my panties with a sweet smelling perfume so I'd smell femininely fresh down there." "I do the same with my bra for the day." I open my bra drawer and admire all the pretty colors and lace." "I find the bra that best coordinates with my panties for the day." I kiss my bra and slowly put it on." "I just adore the comfort of my bra hugging me around my chest, don't you?" "Another sprits of perfume on the pretty flower between my bra cups and then I sit on my vanity and wish I could put on makeup." "The strangest thing, Ms. Johnson, is that Mother put pink Barbie sheets and a comforter on my bed, and I actually sleep much better." "I guess I'm dreaming about sugar and spice instead of some baseball game." "Have you seen those sheets, Ms. Johnson?" "Barbie is wearing a beautiful gown, and there is a pretty unicorn." "I LOVE girly stuff!" "I never got that kind of recognition playing baseball." "The ladies in the dance store know me now." "Mother has brought me a few times to look at the ballet clothes and has even had me try on a few." "The ladies giggled at first, but now they call me when a new dance dress comes in." "I've got the cheerleader briefs in every color!" "I find tights to be quite comfortable." Ms. Johnson just stared at me, while I put the thread in the bobbin. Ms. Johnson started taking off her black leotard. I was turning red, thinking that maybe she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, but she was, even though the leotard had a shelf bra. I could see she was wearing a sports bra and a very feminine panty under her tights. She threw the leotard at me and told me to sew 'Leslie T. Johnson' above the right leg hole. "In a feminine font, Jamie." She walked from the dance room to her room, but was only gone for a moment. She returned with her arms full of her bras and panties. She dumped them on the floor, next to the sewing machine, then walked to the closet and asked which costume I would just die for. She pulled out different leotards and held them up to her body. "Do you think you might see my pretty panties under this material, Jamie?" "Aren't the princess sleeves so dainty on this dress?" She brought it close to me so I could examine the material. She rubbed the silky sleeve material against my chin. She found a couple of tutus and asked me where I might sew her name on those sissy items. "Maybe you can fashion these for me today, Jamie." Ms. Johnson selected a purple leotard dress with a short skirt, and then put some leg warmers on as well. She really is a pretty woman. She turned some music on and started her exercise / dance routines. She watched as I picked up the panties and started sorting them by colors. I had to determine which color thread would work with each panty. Her bras were mostly white, but I did separate some of the colored ones so when I had a certain color in the sewing machine, I could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. She said, "Tammy was right, you're so good with color coordinating, and you have excellent organizational skills." She danced out of the room and came back dancing with some slips spinning around in the air. "Don't forget to monogram my slips, Jamie!" "I love this pink one!" "Isn't the lace pretty?" Her dance exercises lasted about an hour. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, paying close detail while sewing the monograms on her lingerie. I'd catch her looking at me through the mirror on the wall, a slight grin on her face. There was a sweat streak beginning to show on her leotard. I never really thought about how much work a woman has to go through while dancing and I actually know how hot it gets in a tight leotard, tights and leg warmers. "Do you know why I wear a sports bra and sports panties, Jamie?" she asked me. "I never really would have thought about it, Ms. Johnson," I said. "It absorbs the sweat." "Your mother told me that you actually tried on nylon and silk panties under your leotards, silly girl." "You'd sweat too much, and soil your delicates." "Most women wear absorbent cotton undies because our clothes are so tight." "And sometimes, Jamie, a girl might be in her monthly time, even when she's dancing in her leotards." "I'll bet you know all about periods and feminine hygiene products, being such an expert on delicate, feminine materials." I had to admit to Ms. Johnson that I knew nothing about girls' periods. She picked up one of her panties and showed me a slight stain between the leg holes. Now I really was embarrassed and Ms. Johnson knew it. "Did you know that Connie started her periods this last month?" "Ms. Johnson, that's really none of my business." I blurted out. "Oh, but you can make it your business," she hinted. "What do you mean," I asked? "Ms. Connie really likes you, she thinks it's cute that you know so much about sewing and are showing an interest in her hobbies." "She says you'd make a great housewife." "You think Connie likes me?" I asked. "Of course she does," Ms. Johnson remarked, spinning around in a circle so the skirt of her dance dress flipped up a little. "I think all the girls in the class think you're attractive.""That's why they let you fondle their pretty panties." "They want you to think about their dainty little delicates while you're watching them dance." "They see you staring at their little girl bottoms, and they flip their little skirts higher knowing that you are hoping to glance at a touch of feminine lace peeking out the leggings of the leotards." "I'm sure they believe your Mother made you wear your own panties because you have such an interest in the material." "I think they all believe you were watching them through the window because there might have been one or two girls you were interested in, like maybe Connie!" "Don't worry; I won't spoil your little secret that you were only interested in seeing the leotards and tights." "Who cares about the other girls clothes now when you have your very own panty and bra drawers." "And leotards and tights, skirts and slips." "Your Mother told me all about your growing lingerie collection." "I'd love to see it!" "Maybe you can invite me over sometime and show me your girlish room and lingerie collection." "You know, like I've shown you all my panties and bras." "I want to see what a little sissy like you wears under your leotards and tights." "Oh, Ms. Johnson, I'm so embarrassed." I started to cry. "Don't cry, sissy girl." "I'm not going to tell anyone." Ms. Johnson replied. "Let's get the dance recital skirt done, are you about done with my monograms?" Ms. Johnson asked. "By the way, which ones are your favorites?" "Pick a panty and bra to fashion for me!" She said as she started to undress again. "I need to take a shower, and besides, you'll need to sew my monogram on these soiled undies and tights." "You can do that while I'm in the shower." She threw her sports brief, tights and bra at me and then picked up a pretty bra and panty from the completed pile I had set to the side. "And look through the leotards in the closet." "I want to have you dressed in some dance clothes when you sew the recital skirt." "I think it will get you in the recital mood." She said as she left the room toward her shower. I saw her walk by again with a big pink towel and some pretty undies, smiling as I positioned her sports bra under the sewing machine. It was a little damp from her sweat, but I didn't think it would be a problem. While Ms. Johnson was taking her shower and I completed the monograms, I decided to look through the costumes in her ballet closet. There must have been 50 dance dresses of all colors and styles. She must like the long sleeve style leotards. There were not a lot of camisole or halter style dresses. To the side were some short and mid length tutus. Some were pink and yellow. The mint green tutu looked particularly inviting, and when I found the leotard of the same color, my heart skipped a beat. It was a ? sleeve with a low cut back style. I couldn't help but wonder how I could wear the bra and panties I had selected to fashion for Ms. Johnson, they were pink anyway. I heard Ms. Johnson behind me, and I turned around to look at her. I was holding the tutu in one hand and the leotard up to my body, wondering what it would look like on me. She said "That's one of my favorites, too!" "How can you wear a bra with this kind of low back leotard, Ms. Johnson?" I asked. She said we'd just have to experiment. "Which panty and bra set did you select to fashion for me?" Ms. Johnson asked. I pointed to a pretty lacy pink set I selected and set to the side of the sewing machine. Ms. Johnson took the mint green leotard and tutu and asked me to follow her to her room. I grabbed the panty and bra set as we walked out of the dance room. Her room was just ultra feminine, with a light floral print pink and yellow and white bedspread. A very tall lingerie chest with drawers pulled open stood in one corner of the room. Her vanity, with a padded feminine seat cushion was next to the lingerie chest. It had lots of perfume bottles and makeup on the desktop. The lighted mirror was lit up and Ms. Johnson sat down, wearing only the bra and panties I had recently sewn her monogram into. She ran her fingers over the material and behind, making sure of the quality of the thread. I was hoping it wouldn't itch or make her uncomfortable in any way. She put the lime green leotard and tutu on her bed. "Silly me," she said. "Do be so sweet and go gather all my bras and panties." "I'll have you put them all back where they belong." I hurried off into the dance room, grabbing all the completed monogrammed intimates and rushed back to Ms. Johnson's bedroom, my arms full of her lingerie. She directed me which drawer she wanted which panty and bra, slips in the 4th drawer. I noticed that the 5th drawer wasn't opened as I placed panties in the top two drawers and bras in the third drawer. She asked what I thought might be in that 5th unopened drawer. "Girl things," I said. She laughed and had me open the drawer. There were a box of tampons and some panty liners, some feminine creams, and a huge lifelike dildo to the right. "Pick it up," she said. "You've never seen anything like that before, have you, Jamie?" she asked. "Bring it over to me," she said in a very sexy voice. I carried the dildo over to Ms. Johnson. She took it and licked it from the balls to the tip, then licked her lips. "Girls in feminine lingerie like to lick cock, Jamie," she said. Then she turned around, placed the dildo on her vanity and started putting on makeup. She told me to go sit on the bed. "Get undressed while you're at it," she said. I removed the pink Princess blouse, and the pants I was wearing. Mother had me wearing a training sports bra and cotton panties, but for some reason, I wasn't embarrassed about getting undressed in front of Ms. Johnson. She looked at me through the vanity mirror and actually complemented me on my pretty undies. She said my sports bra was just like the ones she wore when she started wearing bras. "Trainer bras are pretty," she said "But sports bras are much more comfortable and functional, don't you think?" she asked. To think that a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to answer that question, but now I have the experience and understanding of what young girls go through when they start wearing bras. Ms. Johnson ran her fingers along my sports bra as I sat at her vanity. "That's a nice cotton material" she stated matter of factly. "The mesh material will keep you cooler under tighter dance clothes" she said. "And I think that floral print is so girlish." "Where did you get your undies?" she asked. How odd it was to talk to Ms. Johnson about such girl subjects while she taught me the fine art of cosmetics, touching up makeup and asking me where I bought my bra. Perfectly normal conversation for a young man my age, don't you think? I think she was actually interested so that I could tell the other girls so we could make sure bras weren't seen under the leotards for the recital. She wasn't coming on to me like some lesbian lover. She really wanted to make me feel like a normal teenage girl. And I really was enjoying this. We spent at least 15 minutes on makeup before she had me stand and take off my cotton panties. She handed me a beige skin colored thong panty. "These are the panties you suggested to the other girls, isn't it, Jamie?" "I didn't realize you were listening to me when I was talking to the girls about which panties could be seen under their leotards, Ms. Johnson." I responded. "Of course I was listening." "I was very happy to hear that you had done such thorough research on panty styles, materials, colors, and such." "It's a shame you didn't just ask me what I would have suggested about undies for the recital, though." "I would have directed you right to this thong style panty, nude color, and no worries about visual panty lines." "I think your mother just wanted to make you uncomfortable about discussing girls intimates, and then to have you touch just about every panty in each girls' wardrobe, how exciting for you!" "To have you purchase your own intimates, and to try all the different styles under your leotards, you must have felt very girlish." "I can just imagine you standing in front of a large mirror, after dressing in a colorful cotton panty, looking closely to see if you could see the pretty prints under the leotard." "Were you just looking under the yellow recital dance clothes?" "Or did you try your pretty panties under the tights as well?" Ms. Johnson seemed so interested; I couldn't help but respond truthfully. "I honestly thought Mother had lost it, having me try on panty after panty." "Of course she and Tammy had me fashion all my panties and bras that first night after our trip to Wal-Mart." "Then Connie and her Mother and sister got involved when Tammy told them I'd sew monograms on all our lingerie so we didn't get panties or bras mixed up." "After that, just about every girl in the dance class just had to have monograms sewn into their intimates." After the dance class I'd sewn each girl's name into her leotard and on the waistband of their tights, I'm sure mother will have me sewing all the girls leotards from now on." "She even mentioned my going into business with the dance store to sew names on leotards before the girls pick them up from the store." Ms. Johnson had me stand as she picked up the lime green leotard and tutu off her bed. "Would you like to wear tights?" she asked. I said no, I was fine just wearing the leotard and tutu. Before she had me put on the tutu, she picked up the pink panty and bra set I'd picked out of her lingerie collection to fashion for her. I was wearing only the leotard as she handed me her pink panty. I slid it up my leg, turning just a bit so I could see the image on the mirror. It really was a pretty undie. She told me that if I did this when I was trying on the panties in my room, I could have just tried each one over the leotard; I would be able to quickly see if the panty would have shown under the leotard. Depending on the cut of the panty, it was rather obvious which ones leggings would be visible. I felt a little foolish not being able to figure this out on my own. Putting the panty on over the leotards would have saved me lots of time in determining visual panty lines, but it wouldn't have helped about floral prints being able to be seen under the leotard material. She handed me her pink coordinating bra. It was obvious as well that the low cut back of the leotard would make wearing that bra impossible. As pretty as the material and lace were, I just couldn't wear such a feminine article under the leotard. We talked for a while about the shelf bra, and Ms. Johnson asked me to skip around the room a bit, just in the leotard with the bra and panty outside of the leotard. She said she wanted to see me wiggle my cute little pantied bottom about a bit. I tried skipping and we went into the dance room so I could admire the underwear with the ballet bars and mirrors against a whole wall. She asked me to think about all the other girls dancing in their underwear over their leotards. How silly it would look, but I was the only one she knew who actually had touched all their bras and panties and could really imagine girls in their finest panty and bra sets. Underwear that I might have worn myself. Mother arrived a few minutes before noon. I was still in the lime green leotard and tutu, with Ms. Johnson's pink bra and panty set on over the dancewear. Mother made the comment that I really should wear my lingerie under my clothes. Ms. Johnson commented that I was just fashioning her lingerie so I could show her where I'd sewn the monograms. Mother asked about the leotard as well. "I don't recognize that one," she observed. "Is it something new?" Ms. Johnson explained that I'd said it was just to die for and she let me wear it while I was sewing the Georgette wrap- around skirt. "To get in the recital mood," she commented. Anyway, I quickly changed out of Ms. Johnson's clothing and back into my own bra and panty set, and my shorts and pink top. Mother and Ms. Johnson were talking about my girly sissy room, and Mother invited Ms. Johnson to come by and visit anytime. "I'm sure Jamie would love to show you his femmy room and lingerie." "Wouldn't you, Jamie?" "Ms. Johnson said something about a sleep over as well. I don't mind as long as it's not on a school night," she observed. "It's about time the girls had a big sleep over, and they can wear their recital costumes and practice their makeup." "It sounds like a wonderful girl evening, doesn't it, Jamie." "We'll have to invite all the girls, and you can show them your pretty nighties!" "How fun!" Ms. Johnson was happy about the skirt; I'd finished it during the week and showed it to her on Saturday. Mother made me print sleep over invitations for each of the girls in the ballet class. It was very specific about us wearing our recital dancewear and practicing makeup and for each girl to bring their yellow leotard and a nightie. No pants at this event. Only baby doll nighties and gowns, leotards and recital skirts. The invitation also announced that Ms. Johnson would be at the sleepover and inspect makeup and skirt lengths. She told me she'd be checking for panty lines so I was to warn the girls before they were caught. This gave them a chance to remove their undies if they had too. There were 27 girls at the sleep over. Each carried their overnight bags and each had a small brown lunch bag with them. I thought this was odd, as we were providing food. Apparently, Connie and Tammie asked each of the girls to put some extra panties they weren't wearing anymore in this bag and to write my name on each. So as the girls arrived, I was handed the brown paper bags. When I opened the first one, Martha told me she didn't wear these anymore and was just sure I'd enjoy them. Each girl said basically the same thing, "Here Jamie, Tammie tells me you want to increase the number of panties in your panty drawer, so I'm sure these will add nicely to your lingerie collection." Some of the girls put some of their trainer bras in as well. Mother had me thank each of the girls profusely and to bring them to my room to show them my panty and bra drawers. There were lots of giggles, but most of the girls just admired all my pretty delicates and complemented me on my feminine room. Mother considered the slumber party a total success. Let's see, 27 girls, and each brought at least two panties in their little paper bags. That's 54 new panties for my panty drawer. And seven girls gave me bras, not that they all would fit but I really didn't mind. They are all so pretty. Mother came in to make sure I put my new undies away but I really had a hard time keeping my hands off of them, holding my new bras up to my chest. I couldn't help but to stand there admiring all my pretty new panties. Mother could tell I was really excited about being a girl, wearing the same intimates that the other girls in the ballet class wore. I guess this is what it's really like. Sharing clothes, talking about fashion. Letting the girls come into my room and seeing me holding pretty bras up against my chest. Looking through my undies to see which would match the best. We spent at least an hour practicing makeup before Ms. Johnson arrived. I had to inspect for panty lines and the other girls didn't mind if I touched their bottoms and lifted the legging of their leotards to see if I could see anything. Mother told the girls how she'd caught me wearing Ms. Johnson's pink bra and panty set over the lime green leotard, so I had to demonstrate what I'd learned about just putting a panty on over the dancewear. I explained that I could determine quickly without having to take my leotard or tights off for every panty. I did have a problem determining feminine floral prints or lacy material. Those I actually had to try out. I looked a bit silly sticking my butt at the mirror to see if I could see the prints on my panties. Tammy helped though, but she had way too much fun finding floral prints that were dark enough to show through the yellow material. When Ms. Johnson arrived, she was also carrying a small shopping bag. She handed to me and asked me to open it. Inside were the lime green leotard and tutu, some pink tights, and the pink bra and panty set I'd worn at her house while I was sewing the georgette skirt. "For you! Sweetheart." Mother again had me thank Ms. Johnson and to show the girls the dancewear and lingerie. It's funny but the girls weren't really giggling. The other girls actually seemed a little jealous that I got such a pretty dance costume and the bra and panty set were just adorable. Of course I had to demonstrate my wearing the lingerie on the outside but everyone seemed to enjoy my little fashion show. We spent another hour on skirt fitting, practicing makeup, and talking about boys and fashion. It was so much fun. When it was time to get into our nighties, every girl just seemed to strip down to their bras and panties and I wasn't even embarrassed. I just did the same. We all put on our prettiest nighties and hugged each other good night. A few of the girls flipped my nightie up to make sure my briefs matched my baby doll, but I was comfortable with that. We all spent time washing off our makeup, snuggling up to each other. Mother and Ms. Johnson noticed that I was way too close to Connie, and we kept rubbing against each other down by our panties. Connie told me I made such a cute ballerina. She asked if she could borrow my lime green dancewear sometime. Of course I said yes. She kissed me on my lips. She hugged me really close and felt my bra. She asked which one I was wearing, saying she hoped it had her monogram on it.