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Mother asked Miss Johnson if she wouldn't mind watching me on a Friday
night through Sunday as she had some out-of-town business to attend.
Miss Johnson's daughter, Tammy and I are in the same class at school and
she really is my best friend in the whole world. I don't get into sports
and all that and enjoy spending time just talking with her. It's not
like we're boyfriend and girlfriend, mind you. Though I'm sure everyone
in the school thinks so. We sit together at lunch and play together on
the playground. It's not that she and I play jump rope or dolls or
jacks, but we just sit and talk with each other.
I don't think there is a subject in the world we haven't talked about. I
can talk to Tammy about my parent's divorce, and she tells me about her
visits with her father. I haven't seen my dad in years and I don't
really miss him, but when Tammy comes home after a visit with her
father, she always seems happier. And I'm happy for her.
So Mother asked Miss Johnson if she'd watch me for the weekend. This
meant I would be spending a couple of nights at Tammy's house. This
might seem a bit odd. I mean, it isn't a sleep over, per se. Well, I
guess it is, but it's not like a bunch of girls spending the night for a
pajama party or something like that. It was just going to be Tammy, Miss
Johnson, and myself. This was the first time I'd be spending the night
at someone else's house and I was a little nervous about it. I can just
imagine what girls in my class would say to Tammy or I if they found out
I was having a sleepover at Tammy's house.
Tammy is totally popular with all the girls in our class so I'm not sure
how they wouldn't find out. Tammy told me she's had some of her friends
over for a sleep-over before. It was a birthday party, with a bunch of
girls sleeping on the floor in their sleeping bags. She said it was fun
because they made popcorn and watched a movie and had a pillow fight and
she told me her mother let them try on makeup and play dress-up in some
of Miss Johnson's clothes. It sounded like it was a lot of fun.
But Tammy and I talked about it at lunch one day during the week. It
wasn't going to be like a party or anything like that. She said we might
watch a movie, or maybe eat popcorn, but we wouldn't have a pillow
fight, because I was a boy and probably a lot stronger than her and she
told me it wouldn't be fair. I told Tammy that Mother had gotten me the
new Disney Car movie pajamas but I didn't like them. They were hot and
extremely uncomfortable. I asked Tammy if I should bring my sleeping bag
but she said 'no' because she had plenty and there was no reason for me
to carry over a bunch of extra stuff.
I asked her if I should bring over a video to watch but again she said
'no,' that she had plenty and she was sure she had something that we'd
both enjoy. Miss Johnson didn't seem to mind a bit that Tammy was going
to have a boy sleep over at her house. Mother didn't give any indication
that there was anything wrong with it. It just felt wrong to me, I
guess. I just got the funny feeling in my stomach that boys and girls
shouldn't be sleeping in the same house together if they weren't like
'family.'
Tammy laughed at me when I told her that. She gave me a hug and told me
I was a part of her family. She said I was the brother she didn't have.
That made me feel pretty good. The plan was that Mother was to drop me
off on Friday night and return on Sunday afternoon. I'd have my
overnight bag with pajamas and extra clothes ready after school on
Friday. Mother would take me to Tammy's house and take off.
Things went as planned until I got to Tammy's house and found a couple
of her girlfriends with her in her room. I went to the kitchen and sat
with Miss Johnson while Tammy and her friends played upstairs. I didn't
have a lot to talk about with Miss Johnson. We talked about school and
about Miss Johnson's work. She's a dance teacher, which I knew but had
forgotten. Her friends were from her dance class and they were
practicing a dance routine in Tammy's room this afternoon.
Miss Johnson said it was best I just stayed away for a while and let
them jump around and do their 'thing.' So Miss Johnson poured me some
milk and brought out some cookies and the next thing I know, three
leotard-clad young ladies come running into the kitchen asking Miss
Johnson for some milk and cookies as well. So that's how it started. The
girls all sat around the table and I was invited to join them and we sat
talking while eating our cookies. They made me feel so welcome and
invited me right into the conversation. I knew them all as they were all
in our class so it wasn't like I didn't belong there. Though I was the
only boy in the room, the conversation seemed to center around boys at
our school and which girl was just totally 'in Love' with which boy.
Miss Johnson just sat in the background and just smiled. I was a little
embarrassed as the conversation was not about me. I soon realized that
the girls were just treating me like one of them. It was like they
didn't see me as a boy but as a girl and that I belonged there in the
conversation. When they did recognize me, I just sat there and smiled
like I agreed with everything they said. That got me in a little trouble
because Cynthia (she likes to be called Cindy) thinks that Robert in the
6th grade is kind of cute and I just nodded my head in agreement. "Oh,
James agrees that Robert is cute!" Then they asked me which of the girls
that I thought Robert would like the best.
Boys should be taught at an early age to never answer questions like
this. But I was not so I told them that I thought Robert would like a
brunette girl more because I noticed he was always staring at the
brunettes at the school. This got the girls all hot and bothered and
jealous if that is a good description. It seemed like all at once they
all wanted to be brunettes. Then they noticed that my hair was brown and
for whatever reason, they seemed to get the idea in their heads that if
they did my hair up kind of fancy, then maybe Robert would think I was
pretty good looking.
I should have argued about that right there and then, but with these
three cute girls dressed up in their ballet clothes and pretty and
excited, I didn't have the heart to be argumentative. So they started
pulling me up to Tammy's room.
Now I've been in Tammy's room a number of times, but it was obvious that
there were a few sleeping bags on the floor. Apparently Tammy either
forgot that we'd agreed it would only be me, Tammy, and her Mother here
this evening, or she got all these sleeping bags out for me. We all
walked right over the sleeping bags and the girls sat me down at Tammy's
vanity. They covered the mirror and told me just to trust them, as I was
going to be their 'brunette' model for the evening. So I just closed my
eyes and let them do whatever they were going to do. I could hear Miss
Johnson talking with them in the background and there were a lot of
whispers. I heard the term 'pixy cut' a number of times and eventually,
after the girls and wet my hair and put a towel around my neck, I felt
scissors snapping away at my hair.
I totally trust Tammy and Miss Johnson so I went along with it. I
figured if they messed my hair to badly, I could just ask Mother for a
crew cut. So snip, snip, snip went the scissors. I then felt a clip of
some kind being put into my hair. Whatever was on that clip must have
been pretty big because I could feel it tugging on my hair. Tammy told
me to just close my eyes and trust them as these girls had everything
under control. I can tell you that I could feel the creams and lotions
being put on my face. I felt the eye-shadow brushes and the mascara
brush. I knew enough about cosmetics by watching my mother put on
makeup. But still I didn't peek. I was getting kind of curious to see if
they could make me into a girl that 'Robert' would like.
After about 20 minutes, the girls decided they were done. Miss Johnson
came in to look at their work and commented that the outfit I was
wearing just didn't fit the cosmetics they had selected. So the girls
went to Tammy's closet and started rummaging around. Again I didn't say
anything and I didn't want to argue as I'd come this far into the
experiment to leave. I heard the girls all agree on a dress. They put
that on the bed. They opened I book bag. I know because I them say my
book bag and I heard the zipper move across the top. It's never quiet in
the classroom either. They dumped that out on the bed and started
laughing at my Disney Car pajamas and 'ewwww's' when they saw my
underwear and socks with holes in them. "Those will never do with a
dress as pretty as this," I heard Cindy say.
I heard more giggling but did my best to keep my eyes closed. Lots of
whispers and drawers being slid opened and closed. The girls finally
selected the clothing I was to wear "If" Robert was to think I was
attractive and be interested in me.
On the bed was Tammy's first communion dress. It looked like a girl's
wedding dress, all white and frilly. On the bed next to the dress was a
full petticoat, with less trimmings and a lacy bra area. Next to the
slip was a pair of girl's panties and a matching bra with a pretty blue
bow between the bra cups. "Something blue," Cindy said, like that was
something I was supposed to understand. There was also a package of
girl's white tights. Miss Johnson volunteered that garment. She told me
so as she was standing near the door. So Tammy took me by my hand and
led me toward the bathroom. She grabbed the lingerie and told the other
girls that she'd take care of the first part.
We went into the bathroom together as Tammy said to me "James, we've
been very close friends for a very long time, and I would do nothing
purposely to embarrass you. When you and I talk, it's like I'm talking
with one of my very best girl friends and I've come to accept that is
how I think about you. I want that relationship to last and I planned
this to show you why I think of you that way."
"I think inside your heart, you are a girl, just by the way we talk and
the way you express your feelings to me. You are such an emotionally
little buttercup, Jamie. Yes, I called you Jamie because you are a girl
to me. And I want to see you that way. We've cut your hair in a cute
pixy cut. You're going to love it, girlfriend. And we put you in makeup
so you could see what a pretty girl you can be. Mother and I picked out
the dress and lingerie so we could show you what it's like to be a
bride, though we have years before that could possibly happen. And I
know you're not gay, at least I don't think so, but please, for me, put
on the panties and the bra. Do you need help with the bra? Of course you
would. Take off your shirt.
So I removed my shirt in front of Tammy and she had me turn around as
she fastened the bra around me. It was a padded bra, so I quickly had a
small pair of budding breasts. Tammy opened the tights and asked me if
I'd ever seen my Mother put on hose. "Roll them up," she demonstrated.
I'll leave you here for a few minutes. You can put on the panties, then
roll up the tights, then put on the slip and come on out. We'll be
waiting for you," and she left me alone in the bathroom with the girl's
intimates.
I followed her directions. I'd actually seen my Mother putting on
pantyhose before so I figured that out. It was really strange to even
just hold the panties. I removed my pants and underwear and slid the
panties up my legs. It was really cute with a matching little bow on the
front of the waistband centered on my tummy. The openings around the
legs had a half inch lace trimming also in a baby blue color. "Something
borrowed, something blue!" I remembered what Cindy had said about the
blue ribbon on the bra as I sat on the toilet and rolled the white
tights up and did that little dance girls do to get their tights or hose
up all the way. I then placed the full slip over my head and let it
fall. It felt so elegant.
I opened the bathroom door and the girls were standing there waiting for
me. Cindy had the dress and Leah had a pair of white Mary Jane shoes
with white flowers covering the buckles. All three girls were still in
the ballet leotards with their Daisy ballet flats on. And still Miss
Johnson was standing at the door, just smiling and watching. Cindy
showed me that the dress was already unzipped and she told me to lift my
arms and bow down a little as they placed the dress over my head. They
pulled it down and I stood so Tammy could zip me. I laughed a little
inside myself, as I'd zipped Mother a number of times. It must have been
a little strange for Tammy to see my slip and bra as she zipped the
communion dress up. Leah then touched each of my feet, showed me that
she was going to help me with the Mary Jane's and I lifted each foot so
she could put them on me.
Miss Johnson left for a few minutes, then returned with a digital
camera. The girls uncovered the mirror and for the first time I saw what
a wonderful job they had done with my makeup. Now we're all 5th graders,
but the job they did looked like it was professional. Tammy, Cindy, and
Leah have to wear makeup for their dance recitals and stuff. I'd never
noticed that they'd had cosmetics on at school.
When I sat down at the vanity, Leah asked if Robert wouldn't be
interested in the girl I saw in the mirror. Heck, even I was interested
in the girl I saw in the mirror. Miss Johnson had me stand and she
started flashing pictures. I spun around and watched the edge of the
dress rise a little. We all started jumping around on top of the
sleeping bags covering the floor of Tammy's room. Tammy and Cindy
grabbed some pillows and started a little pillow fight and Leah and I
screamed a little, and started laughing and running around as well.
Someone yelled to be careful and not mess my makeup. A pillow fight
ensued. I took off the Mary Janes and felt comfortable in just my
tights. We laughed and played as Miss Johnson took pictures and can't
remember having so much fun.
Miss Johnson then announced that the pizza was ready. The girls put on
skirts and let me watch as they covered their leotards with the skirts.
I thought I'd be a little embarrassed as they were dressing in front of
me, but it didn't bother me. I even pulled on Leah's skirt a little to
turn it so it'd be straight. We went into the kitchen and Miss Johnson
handed me a full apron so I wouldn't mess up the dress while we ate.
Once again we all laughed and we ate and we talked about Robert and some
of the other boys in the class and this time I joined in, not feeling
like I was gay or anything, but just one of the girls, thinking about
the boys in a much different way then I'd ever thought before. When I
told the girls that one boy was really good in soccer, or another in
shooting baskets, they all seemed to agree and said they'd noticed as
well. Miss Johnson told us she'd picked a movie for the evening, and
that's when I figured out that it would be all of us girls together for
a real girl's sleep over. And I was invited without even knowing about
it.
We finished the pizza and we all helped Miss Johnson clean up the
kitchen. We went into the bedroom and the girls pulled out their
overnight bags. They opened them, not worried about a boy being in there
with them and started pulling out their pajamas and taking off their
skirts and dancewear. Tammy walked over to me, had me turn around and
unzipped the dress. "Sorry," she said but the dress is still mine. I
need it for my first communion, but maybe I'll let you have it later
this year, if it still fits you, and if you want it," she informed me.
"But you get to keep the underwear!" The girls were pulling out their
pajamas and I looked for my bag but remembered that the girls had
emptied it on the bed. Tammy pulled out a long Hannah Montana nightgown
from her closet and told me that it was much more comfortable than the
new Disney Car pajamas my Mother had purchased for me.
We were all wearing dress length nightgowns as we started walking toward
the living room. I removed the tights but kept the panties and bra on,
thinking that was the appropriate thing to do. I was so busy with
putting on the Hannah Montana nightgown that I didn't even notice if the
girls removed their bras or even if they were wearing them. I didn't see
any bras lying around, so either they put them in their over night bags
or they were still wearing them. I looked around at the girls and didn't
see any bra straps except the ones on me. I hoped I wasn't making some
big fashion error but none of the girls said anything. I did notice that
the girls were all wearing similar style cotton panties. I knew mine
were the nylon white communion panties, which were probably a little
fancy for a girl to wear to bed, but I didn't think it would be right to
wear my yucky boy underwear with the pretty nightgown.
We all entered into the living room and Miss Johnson had already set it
up as there were a couple of sleeping bags on the floor with some bowls
of popcorn centered strategically so we'd all get to have some. So we
four sat on the sleeping bags and Miss Johnson sat on the sofa behind us
and pushed the play button. We all kind of cuddled around each other and
chomped on popcorn as we watched a copy of the nutcracker. The girls
were pointing out what parts they were going to play in the upcoming
event. They dance in Miss Johnson's ballet classes. Of course! It was
all starting to come together. I noticed some boys dancing in the video,
but I didn't say anything.
Miss Johnson explained the story of the Nutcracker during the dancing
scenes when just the dancers where dancing and there was music playing
in the background. The girls all seemed to be very familiar with the
story. Leah told me that she was dancing in the swan dance as one of the
chorus girls, and not the prima ballerina. Cindy pointed out her parts
as each came up. She was playing one of the children at the party and
hiding from the wicked count under the dress of the old woman. It was
the first time I'd ever experienced the Nutcracker and asked Tammy why
she'd never invited Mother or I when she was performing. She told me she
was a little embarrassed about it before, but would not let that happen
again.
After the video, we picked up the sleeping bags and brought them to
Tammy's room. We helped Miss Johnson pick up all the loose popcorn
kernals and pulled out the vacuum to make the room nice and clean. I
asked Tammy if we shouldn't leave one of the sleeping bags out in the
living room for me to sleep in, but she told me not to be silly. I was
as much welcomed in her room for the slumber party and as the host, she
wouldn't allow me to sleep by myself. So into the bedroom we trotted,
me, and three real girls, all in our nightgowns, getting ready for bed.
We all rushed to the bathroom to brush teeth. Leah even sat on the
toilet and peed, and we all laughed and said that I'd just have to get
used to it. Even I sat down and pulled my panties down but the girls
couldn't see anything as I'd covered myself with the nightgown. They all
laughed when they heard me pee as well. I felt a little funny pulling up
'my' panties but I'd remembered to wipe like I'd seen the others do.
We'd all gotten into sleeping bags and covered ourselves up. Tammy was
next to me and she leaned over and kissed me. "What was that for?" I
asked her. "For being my friend all these years and talking with me and
supporting me in the classroom, and helping me with my homework, and
letting us dress you up this evening, and spending the night, wearing a
bra and panties, and one of my nighties. You look great, by the way."
She leaned over and kissed me a little more passionately and the other
girls noticed. I rolled over to be closer to Tammy but I felt another
hand rubbing on my back, feeling the bra straps. I felt Cindy's hand
move down and rub the nylon material of my panties against the cotton
material of the Hannah Montana nightgown. It felt really nice. I noticed
Leah had moved up closer to Tammy and was gently messaging her as well.
And this is how we fell asleep. A bunch of girls rubbing each other
gently. If their dreams were anything similar to mine, they would have
been sugar and spice and everything nice.
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